Chapter Three
Silence.
All there was, was silence as Krystal hopelessly stood on her hands and knees...with her underwear displaying it's purple striped self to the most popular, richest boys of Amoris High. But not just to the boys, to the whole cafe. Even the customers and maids had all stopped talking or moving, their mouths open wide enough to fit an orange. Lysander's eyes had enlarged about three times the normal size and his face was still, like a mannequin. It was as if the world had stopped spinning and time had froze itself for everyone to witness this moment.
Until suddenly, a phone camera shot was heard from in the cafe, it's sound echoing off the walls.
And it was just enough to send the whole cafe erupting into hysterics.
"PURPLE STRIPES!"
"Oh my god the maid flashed her stripes!"
"Get a good look at that!"
"PURPLE!"
"HAHAHA!"
After that, everything went fuzzy in Krystal's memory since she was too humiliated to see what was going around her. All she remembered was quickly pulling down her dress, screaming at the top of her lungs, and running out of there like a lunatic, not daring to look back.
Krystal had never felt so utterly mortified in her entire life. All she wanted was to live peacefully and happily, not flash her purple striped underwear in front of the most popular, richest boys in school and to the most famous cafe in Amoris City!
How was she ever going to live this down?! How could she ever face anyone after what she had done?! And it was all because she couldn't walk on those stinkin' heels!
It was official. Krystal hated heels, and she was never going to wear them again! Ever!
Once Krystal left the cafe, she ran into the change room, threw off her maid clothes like a disease and changed into her normal clothes. She heard Ava's and Kelly's voice calling out to her, but she ignored them and ran out the back door, heading straight for home.
She was so glad that her parents were not home because she did not want to face them, especially because she had a beat red face dripping with shameful tears! She would never be able to explain to them!
She then headed to the shower, pulled off her clothes, turned on the water, and stood in there for about a good hour to cool herself down.
Fortunately, the shower helped her calm down a bit and gave her enough time to think things over. Finally, she tried to accept the fact that these things happen and that it'll probably be forgotten by tomorrow...hopefully.
But as soon as she got into bed that night, she couldn't help but pull the covers over her head as the scene played itself over in her head. The laughs, the people pointing, the snap shots...How was she ever going to get over it?
That night she had a wonderful dream of the most beautiful bishounen anime boys treating her like a princess...until her underwear showed itself again and they all laughed at her until everything faded to complete darkness.
Krystal practically sat upright and snapped her eyes wide open after that horrible nightmare, and then immediately regretted it. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was already 9:30 am. School had already started and second period was going to start in fifteen minutes!
Well, since she was late and still feeling down and a bit sick, she might as well stay home right?
But, no. As Krystal was about to lay back down on her bed, there was a knock on her door. "Yes?" Krystal called out. It was probably her mom, who rarely came home. "Honey, you're still in bed?" Yep, it was her mom.
Krystal instantly lay back in bed and turned away, pulling up her sheets. "Obviously," Krystal answered in a monotone voice. Her parents always leave her alone in their big mansion for weeks, and it's understandable that it's because of their job, but they never seem to show love or seem to care whenever they come back home. When they see Krystal all there is is a simple, "Hi honey, why are you still wearing those awful clothes?" or, "Kris, can you get away from that awful computer and actually clean the dishes?" Krystal always cleans the house, and when they leave a mess behind they always blame it on her for not cleaning it up. So why should she show love back? They never even ask a simple, "How was your day?" It always came down to chores or studies.
"Krystal Annabelle White," Her mom raised her voice, the sound of Krystal's full name making her want to barf. Her middle name 'Annabelle' was so old fashioned and disgusting that Krystal cringed every time she heard it. "Are you intending to skip school now?! You better get up now or else I'll-"
"I'm getting up, I'm getting up okay?"
Krystal cut her off, trying to avoid another one of her mother's lectures. Every time she came all that welcomed Krystal was another big, tiring lecture prepared for her. Just her luck.
"Are you talking back to me young lady? Do not use that type of voice with me-"
"Yeah, yeah," Krystal walked out of her room before her mom could say anything else. She moved like a snail, dragging her feet behind her.
After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and getting dressed, Krystal stared at herself in the mirror for awhile. Her disguise was good. She looked like a typical, quiet, weird nerd. Especially now that her glasses were lopsided and a bit cracked, it added more nerdiness to it.
But after that humiliating incident yesterday she felt that she needed something a little extra. Especially since all those guys were in her school...And she was pretty sure Lysander might know who she really is.
But that's the question, how did he know by first glance?! How could he remember her face after she fell onto him for like two seconds?
Well, whatever. Krystal needed to add something, just in case. So she added a hat; a strange Sherlock Holmes-like hat that she rarely wore. Quickly, she stuffed in most of her hair but let down a few strands so it wouldn't look obvious that she was hiding something...
Okay, well it looked really obvious. Lysander was going to know for sure, and possibly blow her cover! Maybe if she hid all her hair and acted like the usual, he would be confused and then eventually decide that she was not that purple-striped underwear maid who works at Candy Love Cafe...Hopefully.
And, just to be safe, she wore mini shorts under her school uniform.
As Krystal sluggishly made her way downstairs, she saw that her mom was in the kitchen, busily chatting away on her cell phone. Her mom was now a fashion designer and owned her own company, so she was always busy, even when she was home. The same was with her dad. He was not an actor anymore, but a movie director. Both of her parents were leading such tough careers, they never had enough time to spend with Krystal. Well, she could say she was used to it. Ever since she was born it had always been that way.
After Krystal's mom hung up on the phone, she looked right at her daughter. Krystal could see the little crinkles that formed on her mom's forehead when her eyebrows narrowed at the sight of her. Krystal knew that her mom really disapproved of her disguise, she always has. But, since it was the morning and her mom was tired, all she did was sigh and shake her head.
"You're not eating breakfast?" Her mom asked. "I'm eating this granola bar on the way," Krystal said, absentmindedly showing her a fruit granola bar as she slipped on her shoes.
"Oh, I see. Well, I'll be home until 6 pm, and then I'm leaving until Friday. You're father will be home tomorrow, though."
"'Kay," was all Krystal replied as she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder. "Well, I'm going now," she said, not that her mother would care. "That's fine. Bye."
Sighing, Krystal then left to go to school.
First, she got her late slip, went to her locker to get her stuff, and then lazily made her way to her first class: English. Usually she liked writing. She actually loved it, secretly. She often wrote her own poems or stories...Or fanfictions on anime.
But this time they were studying old English literature. Not that she didn't particularily hate it or anything, it was just a subject she was never really excited about.
Once Krystal was in front of her classroom, she didn't want to go in. For some reason, all of her confidence just drained and she did not even want to see the faces of her classmates. What if Lysander and his gang had already told everyone who she really was? What if she does something stupid again? Well, she had to face her problems somehow. She couldn't just be a wuss and hide herself in a corner forever.
Taking a deep breath, Krystal opened her classroom door. Of course, all the heads of the students turned, including the teacher. It was always like that. Be late and suffer the stares of death from your oh so wonderful classmates.
"Krystal, you're late!" Mr Thompson said in surprise. Usually, Krystal was on time for his classes to do some writing. She was one of his top students, and although she rarely talked, he was surprised she would ever be late at all.
"Yeah, sorry. Here's my slip." Krystal handed him over her late slip. "Oh, right. Well, proceed to your desk. For now we are having a short break before we take notes, so get prepared. And don't be late again or I'm giving detention."
"Ooh," her annoying class whispered. "A nerd? Going to detention? Haha! It serves her right, being so ugly." A few snickers were heard after that last comment.
Krystal knew who said that. It was none other than Amber of course. She just ignored this, though. Eh, it was just Amber. Who gives? She was just relieved no one mentioned anything about yesterday.
As Krystal made her way to her desk, she almost froze at the sight of Lysander. She had forgotten that they sat right next to eachother. Well not completely, there was at least a space in between them because the desks were set in vertical rows. But it was still enough space to make him say something...
Krystal gulped. She was ready. He was going to say something, she felt it. She knew it. He was going to look up, have a stupid smile on his face, and declare "hey everyone, it's purple stripes!" Then she would become the laughing stock of the school.
Except he didn't.
Once she sat down, she took out her school supplies and organized them on her desk, praying that she didn't look too tense. Sneakily, she side glanced towards Lysander. He wasn't talking or doing anything strange at all. He was just his usual self; quiet and reserved. He seemed to be too concentrated into writing something down in his notepad then to notice anything at all. Krystal was so relieved by this that she couldn't help but release a loud sigh of relief that sent a few strange stares her way. Well, she was used to it anyway.
Okay, she could relax...for now! Her cover wasn't blown, and he didn't even seem to look or pay attention to her in any way. All was good.
English passed by smoothly. Nothing too bad happened. Although Kystal couldn't help but feel a bit paranoid whenever she heard to words "purple" or "stripes" around discussions in the classroom. Luckily none of them were about her. But other than that, second period was a piece of cake.
Once the bell rang signaling the lunch break, Krystal was the last one to leave the room. It was because she finished her english assignment early and had time to read some manga. Of course, she got way into it and rarely heard the bell ring. But before she left, Mr Thompson stopped her.
"Wait, Krystal! Before you leave, can you return this?" He held out his hand, revealing a black notepad. Krystal looked at it, confused. "Return it? Return it to who?"
"To Lysander. He always forgets it. And it's 'to whom', Krystal." Krystal stared at him like he was a lunatic. Not because he just corrected her grammer, but because she out of all people had to return it.
"What?!" she cried in disbelief. "Why me?!" After a successful relaxing morning of hiding her identity from Lysander, the last thing she wanted to do was communicate with him in anyway. He might recognize her somehow!
"Don't be so childish Krystal. After being late and not putting you to detention, I feel that you could at least return this for me. Or would you prefer detention?" Krystal exhaled and grabbed the notepad. "Fine, I'll do it."
"Thank you."
Well, it could've been worse. All she needed to do was return it, right? Like, she could just ask where his locker was and slip it through. Except the person she would ask would probably think she was a creepy stalker and notify everyone else and Lysander, thus causing another embarassing uproar.
Ah, geez. You know what, I'll just straight up give it to him without saying anything, and then leave without a word!
Well, yeah and there was that too.
For awhile, Krystal looked around the school. She looked into any room she could possibly think of. In empty classrooms, in hallways, in the cafeteria, even in the basement. Where is he? This is getting so irritating! I could be reading my manga right now!
Right when Krystal was about to give up and 'accidentally' leave the notepad somewhere else, she heard a few loud, annoying, familliar voices out on the courtyard. Quietly, she hid behind a large bush.
Bingo. Lysander was there, but unfortunately he wasn't alone. He was with the rest of the annoying guys who came to the maid cafe yesterday. They seemed to be having a loud and rowdy conversation, as usual.
Damn it, I guess I'll have to wait until after school, she thought in annoyance. Well, whatever. At least it meant that she could have a peaceful lunch with her manga.
She began to walk the other direction, feeling happy about that fact. Maybe today would be alright after all.
Maybe...until she began to hear the rest of their conversation.
"Dude, do you remember that maid from yesterday?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"I got one!"
"'One' what?"
"Pfft!"
"Spit it out!"
"A panty shot!"
"...You didn't!"
"Yes I did, dude check it out its on my phone!"
"Purple stripes!"
Krystal wanted to die. The blondie saved it on his phone. Great, just perfect. Now she would be remembered forever. Krystal wanted to run away so badly, but for some reason she wanted to stay back behind the bush and listen to what they were saying.
"This is immaturity on a whole new level," Lysander said, surprising Krystal.
"Yeah, I just can't bear staying with you guys." Castiel second.
Krystal looked at the both of them in confusion. Wait, what? Shouldn't they be laughing in hysterics right now? Or announcing it to everyone else?
"C'mon, lighten up Cas," The black hair responded, smirking. "You too, Lys. I saw the look on your face yesterday! You totally liked it!"
"Unlike you, I am not into childish perverse things like that," Lysander replied, a sudden dark look in his eye. "Did you even consider her feelings? The poor girl is probably so humiliated that she won't even return to her job. And it's all because of judgemental, idiotic people like you that caused her shame she didn't even deserve," Blackie suddenly looked astonished and backed away a little. "Whoa, Lys c'mon it's just a joke! Can't us guys all share a joke like this from time to time?"
"Yeah, can't we? It's all cool!" The blondie grinned at Lysander, hoping to change his mood, but Lysander just gave him a cold glare. "Okay, look. We'll just forget about it, alright? It's done, I'll delete it later-"
"Delete it now," Lysander demanded. "A-Alright, alright!" Hurriedly, blackie pressed a few buttons on his phone, and once he was done he showed it to Lysander. "There! Done! It's all gone!"
"How do I know you're not hiding it?" He said in suspicion, his band member breaking into a sweat. "I did it! Even J-Jake saw me do it. Right Jake?" He turned over to the blond, who nodded nervously. "R-right Daniel!" But Lysander wasn't taking any of it and continued to give them the cold glare, making them feel uneasy. "H-here, I know what we all need!" Daniel searched into his bag and took out a pop can. "A drink to cool us down! Here, Castiel you can have the first one. I'll open it." He thrusted the can in front of him. "I'll get it for you." Cheerfully, he lifted up the tab. However, it didn't go as Daniel expected. The whole drink squirted out and sprayed right onto Castiel's face instead.
There was a stunned silence as the drink continued to spray onto his face, and once it stopped, everyone knew what was going to happen next.
A dark shadow was cast over Castiel's dripping face, and his hands were balled into such tight fists that his knuckles had gone white. "Daniel..."
Trying to keep him calm, Daniel brought out another can. "H-here Cas sorry about that! You can have this one instea-"
"I DON'T WANT YOUR STINKING DRINK!" Castiel roared, grabbing onto the can. "YOU REALLY CROSSED THE LINE NOW! YOU PERVERTED SON OF A...!" He aimed and threw the can as hard as he could, right at Daniel. However, Daniel ducked and instead the can was headed towards the bushes...were Krystal was.
And before she could even think of anything else, the can, along with Castiel's monstorous strength, hit Krystal's forehead smack in the middle. Hard.
And then everything went black.
After what felt like an agonizing coma, Krystal awoke inside of what seemed like the school's nurse office. The first thing that she thought of was: OW. The pain on her forehead was horrible, and she felt all weird. Struggling, Krystal attempted to sit up, but was put back into what felt like a bed by some strong hands. "Hey, take it easy. Don't strain yourself," a soothing voice said, but to Krystal it felt like it was from a distance.
What...who is? In confusion, Krystal forced her eyelids open, and for a second everything was so blurry she was afraid she'd gone blind. But then her vision began to clear, and she could make out a tall man, with white hair...a black coat...Until everything became crystal again and she found herself staring right up at Lysander.
"Are you okay?" He asked, genuine concern on his face. Krystal sighed and sat back up. She placed her hand onto her throbbing forehead. "Do I look okay?" She mumbled, feeling quite grumpy. "How long have I been out?" She asked, her memory kind of groggy. That can had hit her so hard, she can't even remember what happened. But as she racked her brain and concentrated a bit, it all started to come back.
Oh, right. I was behind a bush...watching the two perverted boys from yesterday look at picture of my horrifying incident yesterday, and then Lysander...surprisingly defended me which was actually...really nice of him. And then...Castiel threw a pop can at my head...And now I'm here. How long has it been? Expectantly, Krystal awaited for Lysander's answer. But he hadn't even answered yet, he was just kind of staring at her like she was an alien.
"What? Is there something on my face?" Krystal demanded, but then touched her face for good measure. Nothing seemed to be wrong...just this huge bandage on her forehead. Until Krystal finally realized that her whole disguise was off. But not just her glasses, the hat and hoodie was off, too.
Yup. It was all out of the bag now.
Oh, crap.
Lysander's mouth slightly opened, but Krystal covered it with her hand before he could speak. "Now, before you say anything...Yes, I'm that humiliating maid from yesterday, okay? There I said it," she continued with a strong voice, "I am Krystal White, which, for some reason, you know already. I actually have a lot to ask of you. But before I let you speak, you must promise me me something." She took a deep breath. "My identity will be held a secret just between you and I, and no one, absolutely no one must know. If I hear one peep or rumor around the school about me, I will go right up to you and I will not be afraid to beat you to a pulp. I must warn you in advance that I have been taking judo since I could walk. Do you understand? Nod if you do."
With a surprised and slightly amused look in his eyes, Lysander nodded. "Good. I'll remove my hand now, sorry about that. Now I am going to ask you some questions." She shifted herself around so that she could be fully facing him without turning her head. "First question: how did you know who I was, even with my disguise off?" Krystal stared at him, expecting him to answer. Instead he just burst out laughing, ticking her off. "What's so funny?! I'm taking this very seriously you know!" Her face burned with embarassment. Right when she was trying to get some serious answers, he had to laugh at her like she was some sort of idiot! I'm shocked even someone like him ever laughs!
"I'm sorry," Lysander apologized, chuckling. "I was just surprised that you're actually quite funny. It seems as if you're interviewing me as some sort of prime suspect." Krystal folded her arms and huffed. "Well I don't find this funny at all. I asked you this to get an answer, not to make fun of me. So are you going to answer or not?" Lysander couldn't help but chuckle again. "Yes ma'am," he answered. "So I'll ask you again: how did you know who I was, even with my disguise off? My disguise was practically perfect! It has always worked since middle school, you know!"
"What's the problem isn't your disguise, but your ability to use it well," he said, making her confused. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, although your disguise is quite good, you're horrible at keeping your guard and staying cautious. I mean, already I could tell that you're quite the klutz." Krystal fumed.
"Gah! How could you say that?! Of course I've been mastering the ability to use my disguise well! I have never been caught! Up until...now, that is! But this is only an accident!" Lysander looked at her reproachfully. "'Now'?" He repeated. "It didn't happen only once. Have you forgotten that day were you fell on me?" Krystal paused, suddenly remembering the time she was carelessly running in the halls without looking, and then bumped into Lysander as a result.
Oh, right...
"Well...that was just a mistake too! Honestly it was way after the school bell rang. You would think no students would be around at all. So it's only alright that it happened." she defended, her confidence rising back.
"If you hadn't been such a careless klutz, you wouldn't have made the mistake of running in the halls and bumping into someone unknown, therefore revealing your identity. Thus your disguise is a terrible failure." Krystal started to feel her face burn in anger. What the hell is his problem, calling my disguise a failure?! she thought angrily. It has worked up until now, he has never known who I really was for three years! And what's up with the way he talks? We're not even in class right now! Ugh, the nerve he has!
"But only my glasses fell off that day! And you only saw my eyes for about a second! How is it possible that you remembered who I was?" She shot back. "No one does that! Unless you were like in some kind of trance and foolishly fell in love at first sight, and somehow it was as if time stopped for you. Just like in those corny chick flicks!" She quickly added, not daring to say that that was a part of a sentence in her Kuroshitsuji fanfiction.
Lysander hesitated for a moment, a sudden blush appearing on his cheeks. "Well...of course not!" He countered, feeling slightly flustered. "I just have excellent photographic memory. And after all, the eyes are the easiest way to identify someone, don't you think so? Who else in the school has purple eyes like that?" Krystal sniffed and crossed her arms, oblivious to his reaction. "Well! There's a lot! Like..." She tried looking around the room for inspiration, but all she saw was medical tools and a few awards. She quickly tried visualizing her own classmates, and attempted to remember their faces. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. "Ah, that's right!" She lifted her finger. "Violette has purple eyes!"
"Certainly her hair is purple," he stated. "But if you actually pay attention to your own classmates, her eyes are grey." Krystal stared at him, annoyed. "Fine," she sighed in defeat. "Well then aside from being a 'kltuz', what do you suggest I do, mr. know -it-all?"
"This is none of my business," Lysander said. "However, a word of advice: all you need to do is-"
"Be careful, yeah yeah okay. You don't have to tell me that again. Geez." She grunted, an agitated expression on her face. "Honestly, why do you out of all people have to be here with me?" Lysander raised a brow. "Is that some way to speak to someone who saved you?"
"'SAVE' me?! For your information you merely assisted me!" Lysander nodded like he agreed, but Krystal could tell he was being sarcastic. "Whatever you say." He then got up and dusted himself. "Well, I guess I should be going now since you seem lively and healthy again. School is almost over anyway."
"What?!" Krystal snapped her direction towards the clock, and was shocked to see that he was right. "Wait, so...I've been out for two hours?! And you...actually waited for me?" Lysander nodded. "Precisely. It was quite a pain to miss class, actually. But you needed someone here, and the nurse was suddenly busy. Plus in a way, it was partially my fault that you're here, so-"
"Thank you," she cut him off, glancing at the floor. She felt so bewildered. He actually brought her here on his own, and then watched her for two whole hours! Wait, that's kinda creepy...she thought. But of course, it was because he felt bad about it. Really, he's actually...surprisingly...really kind.
"You didn't have to do what you did," she continued. "You could've left me and not care, but...you went out of your way to help. I guess I also owe you an apology..." She played with the ends of her skirt and then looked him in the eye. "I'm sorry...for blowing up at you like that today." Lysander blinked, astonished at her sudden apology. "Oh, and um...I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I also heard what you said earlier today at the court yard..to those perverted boys."
"Hm?" Lysander slightly tilted his head quizically, then his eyes lit up once he remembered. "Oh, that. Well, you don't need to thank me for that. I was just stating the truth." Krystal shook her head. "No, really! Thank you. No one has ever stood up for me like that before...Honestly, I thought you were this narcassistic popular sissy boy at first who only thought of himself." Lysander narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn't judge people based on appearance, you know..."
"I know, and you showed me that today," she said, forming her lips into a warm smile. It was the first time she genuinely smiled ever since the incident. "Unlike most guys, you're really nice, Lysander...Thanks." Lysander felt his cheeks begin to heat again, so he averted his eyes. "I-It's...alright. You're welcome."
"Oh, right!" Krystal quickly rummaged into her pocket and took out his notepad. "Here, you left this in class today. I almost forgot to return it." She handed it over, which he gladly accepted. "Thank you, I don't know what would happen if I lost it."
"What do you write in there anyway?" she asked, feeling piqued with interest. "Nothing really," he responded shortly, shoving it back into his coat pocket. "Just...poems. You didn't read them right?"
"Hm? Nope, why?" she looked at him in confusion as he made a relieved face. "No reason. I just don't like people snooping on other's personal items."
"Ahh. I see," she nodded. Well, he was right.
"I actually write a few poems myself," she claimed proudly. "Though it's mostly about the beauty of anime boys," she quietly added. "Really?" He exclaimed, a bit taken aback. "I didn't know someone like you was the type to write poems."
"And what does that mean?" She said, her lips pursing into a thin line. He was the one who said not to judge someone based on appearance! "Nothing, nothing," he grinned playfully. "I'm just kidding. I would love to read your poems one day."
"Sure," she replied, not sure at all. Maybe if he was an otaku like her...and was a girl, he could read them then.
For a moment, it was quiet, and for some reason it was a comfortable silence. As if they were mentally telling eachother that they trusted one another, even though they just met. Which, was rare for Krystal. She was just about awkward with anyone.
It was a good silence, until someone knocked onto the nurse's office door.
"Hey, Lys! You still in there?"
Suddenly, Krystal began to panic. "L-Lysander! You said you would hide my identity!" Krystal wailed under her breath. "What are we going to do?!" There was also panic evident in Lysander's face as he quickly scanned the room. When he spotted her disguise items, he grabbed them and threw them in her direction, hitting her in the face.
"Hey!"
"Hurry!" He mouthed.
"I know, I know...!" Fumbling, Krystal placed on her hat and tried to stuff in as much hair as possible. "I'm coming in, alright?" Castiel called from the otherside.
Panicking even more, Krystal tried to get on her glasses at least, but they fell onto the floor. But it was too late to grab them, Castiel had already entered.
Ah, shit! Krystal had no choice but to position herself towards the wall so that her back was facing him.
"Hey, why are you still in here?" Castiel said to Lysander, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "You could've left awhile ago."
"I'm sorry," Lysander apologized calmly. "But I couldn't just leave a lady whom you had knocked out all by herself."
Krystal heard Castiel sigh. "For the last time I'm sorry about that okay?"
"I shouldn't be the one you should be apologizing to." Lysander said, gesturing towards Krystal.
"Oh, right," she heard Castiel's footsteps come closer, instantly getting mad at Lysander. Lysander you idiot! I don't have my glasses on!
"Hey, girl. Sorry about earlier, it was an accident." Krystal didn't dare to turn around. "It's...okay," she replied in a deeper, quieter voice. Lysander snorted, which made her even more mad.
Castiel looked at her strangely, but then shrugged. "Well, she's fine now so come on Lys let's go back and practice. Without the idiots this time."
"What do you mean?"
"I kicked them out."
"What?" Lysander said in shock. Krystal was also shocked. Weren't they the only guys who played the drums and bass?
"They were the only available band members here!"
"Yeah, well they can screw it!" Castiel retorted. "This was the last straw. We're fine on our own anyway."
"Ugh..." Lysander placed his hand on his forehead in exasperation. "You always go out to make decisions on your own, don't you?"
"We don't need guys like that in our band. Anyway, are you coming or not?" Lysander glanced over at Krystal. "Not yet. I...misplaced my notepad somewhere in here." Castiel grunted impatiently. "Again?!" He burst out. "Well...hurry! You have two minutes, I'll be waiting outside!" Once Castiel left the room, Lysander picked up Krysal's glasses and handed it over to her. "Here. Sorry about that. He has quite the temper."
"I'm surprised you can stay so calm with him," Krystal said, attempting to fix the crooked glasses. Crap, I need a new pair...Good thing I have tons of them.
"Well, I am patient. Anyway...is your head alright?" Lysander asked in concern. Krystal nodded and smiled. "Yep, I'm fine now! Thanks again." He returned the smile. "It was my pleasure...And next time, be more cautious."
"I will. And...you remember your promise right?"
"Yes. I promise I won't tell anyone." Lysander began to walk and stopped at the door. "Goodbye, purple stripes." He gave a final grin and then left. Krystal beamed and waved. "See you aro..."
Then her face dropped.What the hell did he just say?
Krystal sat there for a good five minutes as the words 'goodbye, purple stripes' repeated itself inside her mind until she was positive that that was what he said, and that she was going to have a mental breakdown. Oh no he didn't.
Krystal took a deep breath and opened her mouth, then closed it. She didn't want anyone coming inside right now. Instead, she whispered, "Lysander you freakin' JERK! How can I trust you when you say something like that?!" She was fuming when she said this, but she strangely felt warm inside at the same time. Oh, well. She'd beat him another time.
For now she was just happy that she could continue on with her peaceful life. The anime, manga, video games...the glory!
But something else didn't feel right. As much as she really wanted to continue her life peacefully again, she couldn't ignore what happened yesterday. Yes, it was humiliating...but Krystal felt that she couldn't just bail on her favourite aunt over something like that.
She was going to work at the Candy Love cafe again, despite the creepy men, despite the overly girly and suffocating pink decorations, and despite the fact that she might encounter even more embarrassing moments...She would do it all for her aunt. Plus the pay was pretty good, now that she thought of it. She could buy double the manga than with her lousy allowance now! Alright, she thought happily, standing and heading out the office. Humiliation here I come.
Just as long as Krystal White wasn't a klutz, her identity would never be discovered. She was positive it wouldn't!
I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry this is an extremely late chapter! I was so busy with school with all my exams, and I also just came back from a looong relaxing time which I hadn't had in awhile. But now since summer vacation has started I will try my best to update ASAP! Thank you for continuing to read my story. Again, it's my first so it's kind of embarrassing. ;A; I have read all the supportive comments and they have surely motivated me! And sorry for the shortish chapter. It wasn't the greatest, but I hope you like the story so far. Thanks again! ;D
~ Maribelle.
