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Tristen once again was caught a little off guard when Fela gave the Manetric hybrid a hug, something that he only barely got used to when B and E did it out of the blue. Now Fela was doing it. It wasn’t that Tristen minded; maybe it was a cultural difference? Who knows? All the same, Fela’s words put Tristen a bit at ease. He was glad to have friends here too. “Thank you, Fela.” He said. “See you at lunch.” Tristen told her when she left. When the door closes behind her, Tristen sighed a bit, being left to his thoughts. He looked over towards the basket of breakfast empanadas she left. The smell of sausage and cheese within biscuit, at bare minimum. It did smell pretty good. He then took notice to Dragonite where Tristen now realized that Dragonite had been staring at the teen hybrid since the second Fela left with a wry grin. “What?”

“Arroro.” Dragonite stated, nudging Tristen rather playfully. Tristen’s fur managed to keep the blushing covered.

“It’s not like that!” Tristen said, which only gotten a hardy chuckle out of the dragon.

Dragonite and Tristen would have breakfast in Tristen’s dorm, and as soon as he was able, Tristen would then make his way off and get the rest of his Pokémon fed out at the recreation field. Though Tristen had to admit when he was out there having his Pokémon feed, he was a bit nervous. While he made mind to not show it, he kept an eye on anyone that made their way around the field. After having a random fight out of the blue, he didn’t want to be caught off guard again if he can help it. Though now that Tristen thought about it, they did it when they were pretty sure he was alone. A fight out of the blue here would just do nothing more than get the attention of every student and teacher in the class room. Then again, just who knows just how brazen Malva would be. Hopefully Sub can figure something out here soon.

Once the Pokémon were done, Tristen recalls his Pokémon then made his way off for Ms. Tyme’s math class.

Tristen once again found himself in Ms. Tyme’s class, and fortunately, no Team Star. A reprieve for the time being. Maybe Tristen stomping on the hybrids got the Star members to give him a very wide berth. One could only hope. Once in class, Tristen would see Nemona and Penny once again and Tristen couldn’t help but to try to decline Nemona’s offer. He just had too much to contend with right now. Stuff that he would withhold from Nemona that Penny very well knew about. And it wasn’t just Fela’s and Tristen’s Spewpa. The class itself would go relatively okay. Tristen would go on as normal, taking the notes he needed, a lot of this he already knew thanks to his battle experience, but it was a little surreal now that he thought about it just getting into the inner workings. Tristen almost wanted to say this was something that maybe would have been in Mr. Jacq’s wheelhouse, not in a math class. Though then again, Tristen did remember there was some sort of overlap between the two. All the same, Tristen remained a bit enthralled in the lesson. The lesson would go on through the entire day, and much to Tristen’s surprise, no homework this go round. That made things just as fine for Tristen. Maybe that would allow him to get to work on Spewpa by chance this afternoon again.

After the class, Tristen would make his way off to Mr. Salvatore’s class for Language. Once he made his way in, Tristen realized he almost forgot about Matteo being in this class. Between him being a no-show for a couple of days, on top of being still somewhat distracted with last night’s events, one could say seeing Matteo in here was a bit of a surprise. The problem is, it was a rather unwelcome one. Matteo was still livid as he glared at the Manetric hybrid. Tristen couldn’t help but to wonder if Matteo did in fact know who he was, but he hadn’t made any move to suggest otherwise that Tristen was fully aware of. As Tristen approached a seat to sit in, Tristen could overhear the twins trying to pester Matteo with all sort of questions, presumably where he has been, how he learned that Flamethrower attack yesterday, and so on. Tristen wasn’t going to try to get involved in any of that if he could help it. Truthfully, maybe Matteo could slip and actually say something to the twins, maybe catch him in some sort of lie. That said, Matteo doesn’t look like he’s up for talking. Figures. Tristen would just sit at his desk and just wait for the class to start. Hopefully sooner than later…

Much to Tristen’s chagrin, Matteo was remaining silent around the twins. Tristen expected as such, but it was still slightly annoying. That’s on top of giving Tristen the complete cold shoulder and silent treatment. That said, as Tristen started to pull out his school supplies to start taking notes on todays class, he could practically feel Matteo’s stare bore into the back of Tristen’s head. Tristen practically wished if this was going to come to a head, that Matteo would make the move and get this over with already. Because just giving glares, as Team Star had learned, wasn’t going to do anything to the Manetric hybrid. All the same, Tristen wasn’t going to be rude around the twins, giving a wave to them as Mr. Salvatore made his way into the class.

Tristen would start trying to listen to Mr. Salvatore, trying to take all manner of notes. Tristen started to realize that while he was in Kalos he never really took up the native tongue there either. Never really had any opportunity to. He didn’t really think too much of it since a lot of people tends to speak rather commonly just as any other part of the world that Tristen had been in. Tristen started to realize that as the lesson continued that this lesson was going to be problematic. Even the basics seemed rather confusing. Part of Tristen hoped Larrimore was around to help a little…though considering how Larrimore went into hiding after the massive screw-up he instigated, it was probably going to be a little easier said than done. Homework might take a while tonight.

Class was finally released for lunch, Tristen gave a wave to the twins as they rushed on by, though as Tristen went to get his materials together, he took notice to Matteo who once again made his way off. Tristen sighed a little. Part of him wondered if he was going to be seen at lunch again or not. Or just how home room during the last period of the day was going to turn out. Tristen just shook his head then finally stashed his things, getting up and making his way off out of the class room and off for lunch.

Tristen made his way to the lunch room and got in line. He started to look around to keep an eye on his usual meal group as he has been for the last week and a half now, only for him to see something that actually caught him by surprise, and in some fashion, made his heart sink a little. Matteo was actually with the others now. Nemona being with that group for that matter didn’t even register too much at this point. Tristen felt like lunch wasn’t going to be pleasant for many involved. As Tristen finally made his way to Ms. Picante, he give his usual greeting to the nice lunch lady. “Afternoon, Ms. Picante.” He said to her. As she expressed her concerns, Tristen nodded. “I know. He’s been like this since he showed back up yesterday late afternoon for classes. I think he is still sore about me, but he’s sitting with the others so I really don’t know what’s about to happen now. I will be careful though. Thank you and thanks for the meal.” He said to her. He’d get his order then went down the line to get his chips and drink then made his way off for the others, the twins and Nemona waving him on over.

Tristen made his way to a seat. “Hey everyone.” Tristen said as he sat there between Penny and Nemona. Tristen was a little nervous. That he was aware of, two people in this group knew he was an outright Snagem and one had some sort of hint that he was a part of something. Matteo being gone left a lot of question marks abound and the twins…well…they were the twins. Tristen braced for the proverbial impact. “Everything going alright?” Tristen asked the group.

From giving the cold shoulder and death glares now trying to be…sociable? Tristen couldn’t help but to wonder what on earth happened within the past…ten minutes as he was trying to get his sandwich from the lunch line. Last he checked, just bringing up Tristen’s popularity only soured his mood as opposed to bringing an awkward grin on his face. Now that he thought about it, he Matteo never really smiled anywhere close to like that as long as he had known him. It was always a dour look out of him at best short of something that he found funny or something that stroked his ego. In fact, much to his chagrin, that sort of grin reminded him of the Zoroark hybrids last night. It unnerved him slightly…

So much so, Nemona springing to her feet made Tristen jump in his seat a little, the champion once again so overly eccentric over a Pokémon battle, catching the Manetric hybrid off guard. Tristen looked around fast, seeing the attention she was getting again and how hell bent she was in trying to get another battle out of Tristen. Tristen was pretty certain that he was going to lose again considering how one sided the clash between her Quaquaval and Dragonite was. And Dragonite still needed some time after the brawl last night. Tristen glanced at Matteo only a moment as he tried to goad Tristen into the battle and despite Fela’s assurances that he didn’t have to go at it, Tristen also realized that Nemona was getting more and more persistent in trying to pull Tristen into a Pokémon battle, her determination in getting a battle out of Tristen, her now number one rival, becoming ever more overbearing. Tristen wished he knew what Matteo was trying to do at this point.

Tristen’s mind thought for a moment. Tristen started to figure just maybe if he can get some sort of idea as to what Matteo is thinking. In fact, if there was a trap to be had, why not spring it, and have one ready of his own? Tristen suddenly had a plan. The Manetric shifted, looking back at Fela. “Mind if I just have a Pokémon battle before we head out to train Spewpa some more?” Tristen asked Fela.

Tristen couldn't help but to sweatdrop a little as Nemona started to make her way off out of the cafeteria. It was astounding as to how much of a one-track mind the girl actually has about it. "It's fine. A battle or...well...something was probably going to happen one way or another anyways. Though at the very least I wish she would have stayed around long enough for us to talk about what kind of battle to have. I have a couple of other Pokemon that I have been wanting to train and I was thinking that it might be a good opportunity to do that. I guess I'm going to have to go in expecting to go as hard as we did in the tournament. She's in homeroom with us later today, so I guess I can talk to her then about it and maybe tell her to relax a little bit from it after the battle is over." Tristen said. He sighed for a moment as he sunk in his chair a little. "...I guess I can be too nice for my own good."

Tristen, taking note to Matteo's demeanor, figured it was high-time to bring that wry grin upside down. If he was wanting chaos, Tristen was bound to give it to him and maybe in ways Matteo isn't going to care for. "So enough about me for a minute..." he said, turning back in his seat and getting ready to have his sandwich. "...how about you, Matteo? You up and left everyone in suspense for almost three days without a word and then suddenly you're in Ms. Dendra's class showing off a Flamethrower attack. What happened to you? You even had the twins worried for a little while there." Tristen asked the Growlithe hybrid, pointing to B and E. While truthful, it had a underlying purpose. Tristen might not have looked like it, he was ready to pick apart effectively anything that Matteo was going to say. He doubted that he told Fela or the twins at least about anything that went on since he's been back. He wanted to see how much Matteo was going to hide from him, let alone to Fela and the twins. Though Penny was unfortunately probably going to get caught in it, but it was what it was. Maybe she could pick up on something too, though he wasn't going to drag her deep into this if he could help it.

Visiting his family for the past couple of days? Straight after losing the battle in a rather humiliating fashion, deservingly at that? Tristen highly doubted it, especially after on day one he had expressed animosity over his whole family traditions and some such. The only one that seemed to have any interest in him is trying to be more like his father. And go from there and be better than that. Part of him honestly started to think that even if that were true, it wasn’t so much as to seeing to spend time with them as it was that he went home to cry about his battle over the weekend and now he was trying to find some new way of trying to show off being better than Tristen. Never mind the fact that Tristen couldn’t have cared less he tried learning Flamethrower, let alone that Tristen still had him beat in that he packs a pretty hefty Thunderbolt attack, much to the Zoroark hybrids’ discovery last night. Tristen at that point kind of wished that he did have the kind of senses that his adoptive father or Doc Owl sported just out of a blatant curiosity just how much stronger Matteo had gotten over the past three days, or if there was something proverbially rotten going on here. Though considering what he saw yesterday out of Matteo’s demonstration during Ms. Dendra’s class yesterday, it couldn’t have been much, if any, at all.

“Well, I imagine there is only so many times that one can lose to someone else before someone loses their apparent ‘fan base’.” Tristen said. “Though really, I’m not here for a fan base anyways. I never wanted to get famous. Kind of a consequence trying to go as hard as I did during the tournament over the weekend and pushing Nemona to go all out as I did and not wanting to do my Pokémon wrong by throwing battles. I was just fine coming here, learning stuff, meeting people…” Tristen at this point started to notice Penny seemingly paying hard attention at Matteo. Usually, she’d drown out any and all conversation going on as she kept close study on her phone, and even at times just up and leaves completely tunnel visioned in whatever she had going on her device. He almost wondered what got her trying to bottle her emotions up so much right now. He wasn’t going to draw attention to it if he could help it. She knew something that Tristen didn’t. Maybe he could start something after all… “…so I am not really worried about it…though what has me a little worried is I kinda wonder what got you chatty like this now. Especially since yesterday afternoon you looked like you seemed like you were just fine giving me angry looks and leaving before anyone could say anything to you. What was it called? Passive aggressive? Reminds me of Gloria a little. You were even doing that even before the tournament, coming to thinking about it. Anything you want to get off your chest? I’m all ears.” Tristen told Matteo.

Tristen honestly wondered that for someone who talks about being better, if he was going to ‘be better’ by manning up and coming honest. Though honestly? The Manetric hybrid doubted it. Matteo was intent on hiding something, perhaps just as much as Tristen wanted to hide himself being a Snagem. At least Tristen though had an excuse, the Manetric hybrid figured.

Tristen raised an eyebrow when Matteo spoke his intentions and as he left, he took the twins with him. Tristen stared as he left, silent and pensive for just a brief moment before Fela started to question what just happened. “He’s still mad.” Tristen said. “He’s also planning something for sure, but I couldn’t say as to what. Did by chance Nemona come here on her own or did Matteo get her to come over?” he then asked, trying to see if Nemona was part of whatever scheme Matteo has going on. He would then notice Penny now, who was apparently a bit fixated in her own little world, and it didn’t involve her phone still, as if she knew something still. “Penny, are you alright?”