First of all: sorry I didn't update since a looooong time. I was on writer's block, and I started reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians (PJO). I love that series. Anyways, after reading the WHOLE series, PLUS "The Lost Hero", I read a couple of PJO fanfics, and my writer's block was healed. Unfortunately, a NEW idea came to mind... to write PJO fanfics. I was so caught up with The Son of Neptune, I didn't have time to update this. And then I was caught up with The Final Battle, I didn't know how to continue this. So I'm sorry for the delay.

Anyways, in this chapter, my writing style has changed. I'm not so much of a laid back writer anymore, more like a writer who likes to write in details. I'm still experiencing writer's block for this story, so this chapter might not be so good. Sorry it's short. At least enjoy it, for me... please? Thanks.

Everything happened so fast. The next thing I knew, Brian had us cornered, scrunching us into a tight circle. I held Dawn's hand, as she was trembling with fear. I felt around my pockets, hoping I might find one of my Poké Balls in them.

Naturally, I didn't find one. I looked over at Dre, who looked really scared. But looks didn't fool me. I could see that he was faking the whole thing. No, he wasn't faking it so he could ambush a plan, but something in me told me that he was faking it because he was part of the plan. Not our plan (because we don't have any), but their plan, Brian and friends' plan.

Dawn trembled beside me. I saw her hand reached into the pocket of her skirt, pulling out a tiny Poké Ball. Thank Arceus she brought one.

She hid the ball behind her back, and looked at me with pleading eyes. I nodded, understanding what she meant, and took a brave step forward. Distract them. Just for a little bit.

Dre was glaring at me as I moved from my spot. "What are you doing?" Brian hissed, his eyes boring holes in me.

From his back, Rhydon appeared. It was glaring at me. Probably because Buizel kicked its butt during our battle.

I wasn't taking any chances. Rhydon charged at me at Brian's command, his horn spinning rapidly. I jumped aside, as he continued to drill the wall behind me.

Dre sneered. "Brian, I told you not to mess up!" he hissed.

Dawn was shocked. How could her cousin betray her, just like that? "Dre? What's going on?"

Dre turned his head, and faced her, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "I'm sorry dear 'cousin', but I guess Aunt Johanna has never been clear with you. I'm not your real cousin, dear me. I'm not even your dear cousin Dre! No, I'm his look-alike, Justin, who was created from every single drop of DNA he had years ago."

I frowned. "How did that happen?"

Justin shook his head. "You don't know, do you? Well, Ash, long time ago, this high school had Science Fairs, and Dre decided to pair up with a scientist genius – Mark Stanley. Together, they worked on a cloning machine, and won first prize.

"But little did little Dre know that Mark was only using him. He put him the machine as a test run, and cloned him, creating me. Mark didn't have any use of Dre, so naturally he threw him away. Who knows where he's now," Justin finished, smirking evilly.

"Piplup, BubbleBeam!"

Dawn's tiny Piplup appeared next to me, as millions of bubbles shrouded Justin, locking him in a weak vortex. Like I said, it was weak, so he managed to get out.

An idea flashed in my mind. "Dawn, distract them! I got an idea!" I yelled at her, and she nodded, telling Piplup to use Whirlpool.

I ran for the dorms, Brian tailing behind me. He noticed me slip past them, and decided to play Tag with me.

I turned around the corner, and slammed the door shut. I quickly searched for a Poké Ball, trying to find Pikachu.

Just in time to. Brian busts open the door, revealing him and his trusty partner, Rhydon. Pikachu lay on my bed, under the pile of blankets, snoring silently, like he didn't hear a thing. I grabbed Buizel's Poké Ball, and threw it in the air.

"Buizel, Water Gun!" I yelled. Buizel popped out of the ball, and immediately used his move.

Brian and Rhydon were distracted, and I decided to make a run for it, grabbing the sleeping Pikachu along the way. I dashed out of the dorms, and ran straight for Oak's office.

"Pikachu, wake up! Help me find the prize money!" I whispered, and searched everywhere for it. Pikachu woke up, looking dazed, and hopped off the table where I had put him, and started scrambling through the cabinets.

I noticed that one of the cabinets was locked, securing whatever inside. I poked Pikachu, who was searching the trash (I still didn't get why), and pointed to the lock. Pikachu's cheeks sparked with electricity. I took that as a sign to give it a command.

"Pikachu, Iron Tail!"

Pikachu's tail glowed, and became as hard as iron, and jumped in the air, doing a somersault in the process. His tail came in contact with the lock, which burst right opened.

Alerts blared, as the whole room changed to red. I quickly opened it, as Pikachu scrambled to my shoulder.

I grabbed the case hiding the prize money, and jumped out of the window, making my escape. I needed to get back to Dawn. She could be seriously injured right now.

Suddenly, someone snatched the case out of my hands without me realizing a thing. "Hey!" I yelled. "Give it back!"

The person smirked as he turned around, to reveal an unknown face. "Thanks for the prize, Ash! I'll see you later!"

I groaned, and watched as the figure jumped onto a small motorcycle and speeding away. I wanted to bang my head on the wall. My plan failed.

"Pika?" Pikachu asked, looking at me with concern.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, buddy," I reassured, when something caught my eye. I smiled thoughtfully. My ticket to get the money back.

How'd you like it? I know it wasn't much. I might be searching for a co-author for this one... like a back-up author who will write for me when I'm busy (In other words, confused). Anyone interested? We can take turns writing the story.

Also, if anyone would like to ADOPT The Pokemon High School Chronicles, PM me. I'll give you the first story AND the 2nd story, and you can continue the Chronicles any way you like. Thanks