A/N: I am sooooo sorry for not posting regularly (bows head in shame). I have had terrible computer problems. I have received some private messages from you guys, and I thank you because they encouraged my to harass the computer guy to fix my baby (pets computer lovingly). HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! I'll just get on with the story now…
Disclaimer: I don't own this, I have no money I spent it all on fabulous clothes so don't sue!
Chapter 4
My next classes passed fairly quickly, you know the regular boring stuff that you forget as soon as you learn it. Not only did I have to act interested in class, but I got constant stares from all my uber rich classmates. Apparently it is taboo to wear the same clothes two days in a row…who knew. When lunch came around, I took up my spot in the back of the lunchroom and whipped out my laptop, time to check the American news…. I looked for anything that may have had Itex's dirty name written on it but I came up with nothing. They were being entirely too quiet for my taste.
I was about to check recent European news, but the lid of my laptop was closed before I could type my first word, thank goodness for my fast reflexes or My poor genetically engineered hands would have been very sore. I looked up slowly, half of me hoping it was just the wind, I know…fat chance. I was confronted with the site of Tamaki, Ootori, the twin red-heads, the child and the tall stoic looking one.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked.
"Ohhh Max, We are the infamous Ouran High School Host Club!" Tamaki said with a feminine flourish.
"Uh-huh. I realized who you were. I want to know is why you so rudely interrupted my research." I said leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.
Unfortunately I didn't realize that Tamaki just happened to be completely oversensitive and went into complete meltdown mode, mumbling things about ungrateful princess', chivalrous knights and other gooey things that I honestly don't care about. Now I had plenty of experience in the face reading department, and the whole hiding emotions thing, but I had no idea what to do when the emotions were out there and all over the place. This whole situation made me uncomfortable, not only was I out-numbered six to one, I had an emotional mess right in front of me. What I wouldn't give for an Eraser right now, at least those I knew how to deal with.
"Max, I am going to have to ask you to leave Tamaki alone," Ootori said.
"Excuse me, but just who was it who came over here and started this predicament?" I asked leaning foreword with my eyebrows raised.
"By causing Tamaki's emotional melt-down, you have drawn negative attention to the Host club, creating a scene that will cost us to down play." Ootori said, with the twins nodding in unison.
"Then let me out of this whole club thing and all the attention will be gone, I'm sure you wouldn't want to be the club known for taking in the riffraff from the streets. I won't draw attention to you and you won't draw attention to me. So this solves all of our problems, you avoid me and I'll blend into the background." I said slowly enunciating so they could understand it better. What they didn't realize was that I never blend in. Anywhere. I'll always be the girl who is different, even if it isn't all that obvious. Oh well, that's life.
"You don't seen to understand the situation Max." Ootori said. "We had no intention of allowing riffraff into the club." I almost breathed a sigh of relief , until I heard what he said next. "We plan on changing your 'riffraff' status."
With that he snapped his fingers and I was suddenly in-between the twins, being dragged out of the lunch room and down the hallway, with the rest of the Host Club (minus Haruhi) and a newly composed Tamaki tagging along. We made it outside and before I could make out where we were going, I was thrown into the back of a limo and the Club crowded in. I sat stiff as a board in the corner of the limo, doing the best I could to see out of the tinted windows that lead to my freedom outside. I tried to do the math about what the chances of minimum injury would be if I just jumped out of the car, but quickly gave up on it as we hit the highway.
We got to our destination quickly and I was again dragged out of the car and into an elevator. Now being a bird kid, I am great with heights, but not so much with closed in spaces. I blame it on growing up in a dog crate. We reached a near top level floor where I was forcibly situated into a chair and visibly tied down with rope. I had not struggled up until this point because in all honesty I could have beaten all of them and still had enough energy to run back to the school, but now that I was actually tied to something my brain just clicked and I started to panic. There was no sense in struggling, because chances were I would just be restrained further.
The doors were thrown open and a woman with striking Orange Hair and top of the line (or so I assumed) clothes came striding out talking on her cell phone. She said some parting words and shut the lid of the phone with a final click.
"Hikaru, Kaoru!" the woman exclaimed.
"Hi mom," they exclaimed in unison.
"What are you doing here?" She asked confused. "Wait…Why is that girl tied to the chair?"
"Well this is the poor unfortunate soul we told you about who was living on the streets." They said in perfect unison.
"Boys, release the poor girl from the chair, you know I don't have time to deal with your foolishness during the day, I have so much to…" She began but was cut off by Hikaru.
"We cleared your schedule for you, mom. There was only one more appointment today and we rescheduled it for next Tuesday." He said victoriously, "We signed ourselves out of school for the rest of the day. Haruhi will take notes for us."
Their mom's face turned several shades of red and I stopped my glowering for a moment to consider the chances of their mom coming to my aid…Just when I thought I was free, Kaoru came to his brother's aid.
"Mom, you were just saying yesterday how you wished you could have a new model for this season's fashion, someone new who could keep your business fresh…" Kaoru said, "We figured Max was as good a s any, she has the height for it!"
I stared at them all incredulously. Me…Model…it was funny. True I had the height for the job, I was pushing 5'10'' now after a growth spurt a few years back, but I had more important things to worry about than modeling, saving the world for instance.. Bleh. I was about to open my mouth but a hand covered it just as quickly.
"Mrs. Hitachinn, If it wouldn't be too much trouble, we wondered if you could supply Max with some of your clothing, and providing it looks good on her, she will Model your products for this season." Ootori said for me. Not that I agreed to anything he said. Actually I was adamantly against it until I heard the whispered words that sent waves of fury through me. Those words were 'Background Check' which Ootori promptly whispered to shut up any complaining I may have had. I didn't understand their fascination with me, there were plenty of girls who would probably kill for this, I on the other hand would kill to get out of this. Soon Ootori removed his had and allowed Mrs. Hitachinn to inspect me closely.
"Stand up hun, and let me see how you walk." Mrs. Hitachinn commanded.
I was about to comment on how I was currently tied to a chair when my restraints suddenly vanished, and so apparently had the seniors, something about an emergency cakes run…
I walked across the room and back, hoping I was not what she was looking for. I really didn't have time for this but nobody seemed to care. Well I was about to crush their little fantasy world.
"Ma'am…I-" I started but was cut off, which was starting to get really annoying.
"Hun, you are absolutely perfect! Your new face is sure to bring attention to my end of the industry!" She exclaimed happily. I felt like rocks had just dropped into the pit of my stomach. Crap.
With that she walked out of the room murmuring about new designs. The door shut at the same moment the Hitachinn Twins high fived.
I turned slowly to question Ootori, but he beat me to it, "Welcome to the club"
With that he walked out of the room and back to the limo that would lead us to school and the Host Club.
A/N: Again sorry for the late update! I'm also sorry if the grammar is bad, but I wrote this late. Please review and I will update as soon as my computer allows…it is very temperamental! If I don't get reviews…I won't update as quickly…Please give me ideas! I may need them to keep the story flowing! Thanks!