"I just feel like we've been distant lately. It's almost like you're a different person. Someone I don't recognise. I think we're growing apart." explained Kirsten.

[color=lime]"No baby that's not true at all. Things haven't changed between us. I'm still crazy about you and stuff. It's just that well, I've been busy."[/color] Chet trailed off weakly.

"Busy with what!? We never get to spend any time together anymore! You never even call me! What's a girl supposed to think!? I know your type. The tough, cool James Dean kinda guy with a new girl every week. Well I am not just a girl Chet! I'm not just a girl!" Kirsten exclaimed almost hysterically.

The other diners began to stare at them with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Murmurs bubbled all around the young couple and their lovers tiff. Sweet and Sour Diner wasn't very busy when Chet and Kirsten came in earlier that afternoon. Over the course of half an hour though did that change. The diner filled with patrons very quickly and became very busy. Chet was kicking himself for taking Kirsten there. He had no idea just how popular that new diner really was. All he wanted was some quiet time with special girl but instead he got drama and public humiliation. This was not Chets day.

[color=lime]"Can you just keep it down please!? No need to air our dirty laundry okay babe?"[/color] whispered Chet loudly.

"I can't believe you! Here I am, on the verge of tears, and all you care about is what other people think of you!? You're not a rebel at all! You're not even cool! You're just a..." Kirstens tirade was suddenly cut short as Chet tried to defuse the situation.

[color=lime]"Baby please don't say what you're about to say."[/color] Chet pleaded.

"Goodbye Chet! Goodbye forever!" yelled Kirsten before getting up from the booth and storming out of the diner in tears. Her sobs were cut off as the diner door closed behind her. 

All eyes were on Chet now. Never had he ever felt like a bigger loser than he did in that moment. Well, except for that time he was caught betraying the Salt Bay Turbos. That was a shame that would never leave him for as long as he lived. Chet felt like such a square though. All he could do was sit there and bear all that public scrutiny. Sure, he could chase after Kirsten and attempt to apologise though the sad truth was that she was right. She and Chet had been growing apart. In fact Chet was almost certain that he no longer had feelings for her anymore. Perhaps, he surmised, that he only decided to court Kirsten simply for the thrill of the chase. The night at the clubhouse was so cool and Chet wanted to have as much fun as he could at the time. Perhaps she was just a girl after all. 

[color=lime]"Bill please."[/color] Chet said to a passing waiter. 

The waiter gave a squeak of confirmation then scampered off to calculate what was owed. As Chet sat there, awaiting his bill, his mind drifted off to the night before. A smile crossed his face as he fondly remembered that night of passion.

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Things were all going according to plan. Charles couldn't help but grin with genuine satisfaction. For the first time in a long time he had everything he wanted. As of that moment he was the most powerful person at Salt Bay High. Soon, he'd be the most powerful person in the the town itself. And if that wasn't enough, he was finally able to conquer his rival in every way possible. 

As Charles gazed out at the town Sea Salt Bay upon his usual spot at the marble fence, his mind drifted back to the night before. The warm breeze of that sunny Saturday afternoon teased his impeccably groomed chestnut hair as he reminisced about the red hot steaming passion between himself and his greatest conquest yet. Being with Chet was like taming a wild stallion. Tough and demanding yet majestic and beautiful at the same time. It was all so very intoxicating. Even a mere memory of that night made Charles dizzy with ecstasy. He began to feel himself become aroused to the point where it became visibly noticeable. Nobody else was around though so he felt neither shame nor the social calling to hide it. And so there Charles stood, in more ways than one, at the marble fence overlooking the town of Sea Salt Bay.

Charles was suddenly shocked out of his reverie by an unceremoniously loud noise. It was one his butlers clearing his throat. The sound of which made Charles fidget noticeably. "Excuse me sir. Terribly sorry to bother you this fine afternoon but your honoured guest has arrived." said the butler with dignity and aplomb.

Before Charles could berate the butler for unintentionally humiliating him he was suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Charles had never been shocked twice in a row before until then. There she stood, with long and straight raven, large dark eyes, ivory skin, and a very flattering hips to bust ratio. She had bright red lipstick yet the rest of her makeup was very subtle. She wore a red beret and a tight horizontally striped black and white shirt with long sleeves. She also wore a tight black skirt, black stockings, and a pair of black shoes with slightly raised heels. Each of the shoes sported a cute little red bow. Truly she was a vision loveliness by any mans estimation. Charles was lost for words. 

"I present to you miss Yoshida Kimiko. Heiress of the Yoshida family fortune." said the butler with subtle grandiosity.

[color=red]"Please, just call me Kimiko."[/color] she said in a surprisingly squeaky voice.

[color=gold]"G-g-greetings miss uhh Kimicho?"[/color] Charles said in response. It was the only response he could muster in the moment, as shocked as he was.

Kimiko then began to giggle uncontrollably, almost hysterically. Charles looked down to see that he was still standing at attention. He promptly hid his excitement with both of his hands. Charles began to blush very brightly at that moment. Never had he felt more embarrassed. That particular butler was lucky that he was a very good friend of his father or else Charles would have fired him on the spot for humiliating him so. Charles surmised that they were going to have words later on concerning his conduct. 

[color=gold]"S-sorry."[/color] Charles apologised sheepishly.

[h2][color=cyan]End of season two[/color][/h2]