Lastbenchers

Chapter 1

Summary: Tyson is the ultimate 'lastbencher'. He is lazy, not at all serious, always clowning about, always landing in trouble...and suddenly so love struck! That too with a weird boy! What ever will become of the poor class clown? Tyka. High school AU.

Disclaimer: I so don't own Beyblade. If I did, the 'Tyka' thing wouldn't be a subtext.

Warning: For later chapters.

AN: Hello, everyone! So I'm back with another fic and this is Tyka with a twist. It's AU-ish for one. And it is a high school fic. I think my humour is getting rusty—for lack of inspiration—and so, I've decided to draw from my own experiences in high school (and my current ones in college) and here's what I've come up with. I really hope you guys like it and I really hope I can make up some serious distress for our favourite Tyson. And Kai, of course. :P 'Cause we need Kai to be embarrassed as hell as well! Hehehe...yeah. So...enough of my mindlessly long Author's note and on with the story!

"I missed school." Hilary exclaimed to herself being the first one in the class taking up her usual spot at the first row. Okay look, talking to one's self early in the morning is really pathetic—she knew okay? But there was no one else there yet and she had to express her moment of awe mixed relief somehow. It was a licensed cliché. So no judgement passing.

However, she wasn't wrong about missing school because after being cooped up in her home for almost a month (not in a 'having-no-life' kinda way but more like 'vacations-are relaxing') anybody would be insane for not wanting to get back to school.

An institute for academia. A sacred ground for knowledge, education...

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH. "

...And then there was always mayhem.

She rolled her eyes and decided to sit anyway—regardless of many nerdy jokes that were on their way. Well, not nerdy jokes. More like jokes about the nerd, which was her. Unfortunately. Your regular class topper's plight.

Anyway, so the jokes were pretty cool aside from the fact that they were meant for her and she shouldn't have to find them 'cool'. But they were...sadly. And what was sadder was the fact that the group that made those jokes were made of the most annoying brats ever! Lead by the worst and/or laziest student ever! Who was by far the most obnoxious boy EVER!

"Hooooooooooooooooooo! Hu hu hu hu hu hu! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The noises got louder and louder and the freshers who were still lurking around the corridors were scared beyond imagination. Who wouldn't be scared? For all they knew, it could've been a terrible riot or the end of the world.

Well, sci-fi fans. Sorry to disappoint but they weren't.

Hilary had been in high school for quite some time now and she trusted in her best judgement to know what that disgusting racket was. And it was absolutely, positively, definitely not a riot. Or the end of the world. Nope!

"Hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! HUU HUU HUU HUU HUUU!"

Suddenly, the classroom doors were pushed open loudly and in came a group of guys chanting their 'Hu hu hu' and raising their fists in air and walking straight towards their usual spot.

See? What did she tell ya?

Hilary sighed and mentally counted till ten and waited for their chant to die down—which happened after all of them had settled in their seats.

Since she was so experienced to this...ritual (because she had no other word for it. Because two years of studying in the same class with the same people makes you remember their antics by heart...unfortunately), she closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears to block out the next part of this...ritual.

The boys gave out one more "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and then clapped their hands on their desks till the world's population became deaf and the world was in serious jeopardy and finally and thankfully carried on their normal chatter.

When the devastatingly bad sound pollution had died down (along with all the ear and brain cells that Hilary had still working), she opened her eyes and unblocked her ears.

Here's to another starting of the year, she thought, 'cause ladies and gentlemen— the lastbenchers had arrived.

Slowly and surely, the rest of the class did too but in front of those loud and frigging environment unfriendly people, they were really really hard to NOT miss. Plus, they didn't matter much and Hilary swore all of them looked the same and didn't even bother remembering all of their names. Except for her best girl friends. Even they looked the same but with different hair and their names were out of the context so...umm...so let's just pretend those people were invisible.

They were anyway before those guys.

Said guys didn't even notice her at first and carried on their chat (and you don't wanna know about what) but soon they decided that they were not the only ones in class (they never were) and decided to grace Hilary with their attention.

"Hi Hil!" Max—one of the likable guys...well, the only one actually—greeted her. She was about to respond to him when suddenly, another guy called Ray—whom Hilary didn't like at all—jumped in.

"Hey Hil! School's been off for so long, huh? Hope ya didn't get any finger cramps!" He told her before snickering away. "Or any other ones." Somebody added. The rest of the group had no reason to but snickered anyway and again clapped their hands on their desks. (Don't they hurt?)

Hilary of course rolled her eyes and would've mentally flipped them off. 'Mentally', because she was after all a decent girl. And 'would've' because...well, because her tiny fraction of remaining working brain cells just died then and there due to the noise (pollution).

She was about to hit the road and decide for a quick suicide method before she noticed something. She didn't have to double check as she was quite sure what she saw...or what she didn't see at that moment.

She quickly took a look at her wrist watch and a slow smirk crept up on her lips.

'RRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGG'.

It was nine thirty and the final bell had just rung. She calmly raised her jaw line arrogantly and addressed the bunch of noisy, stupid, reckless sound polluters.

"So boys", she started, earning a snicker from them and obviously their half-attention, "Where is he?"

At that, everybody—including Ray—stopped grinning and their faces became totally straight. They looked about and groaned as they found out what was missing and was just one step short from getting another case dumped on him. And them.

Tyson, their sort of leader, was late.

Groan!

Again.

So here's to another year of high school. 'Cause ladies and gentlemen— THE lastbencher was still to arrive.

AN: OF COURSE they had to be class clowns! They're the best and they're so FUNNY! *woot* And yes, the rest of the class don't have names! They never do! Neither in films, or animes or whatever. They're just *there*. And they're so unimportant. :P And is it just me or does everybody in Cardcaptor sakura look the same but with different hairdo? :P Uh...oops. Wrong fandom.

I don't know much about the American schooling system. So, I'll just be following a very general one. Anyway this will eventually BE Tyka and eventually, Tyson WILL arrive—like, in the next chapter. But what do you think of this one? It sucked? Humour was forced? It needs more 'oomph'? I can take honesty! :P Go for it and please review!

Till then, HAPPY DIWALI EVERYONE!

See ya~

P.s: See? With insanely long Author's notes, you too can make a three paged sory into four whole pages! WOOHOO!