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I smiled sheepishly at her as she glared at me. "What's up chica?"
She smiled in a sickly sweet way, "You know the usual. Just saving my best friend from ruining her first real relationship!"
"What do you mean?" I cocked my head to the side.
Jordan sighed and shook her head, "You NEVER kiss on the first date. Ever. If you do, the guy will think you're easy and then take advantage of you."
I pondered for a moment, it made sense. "But Mori-sempai isn't like that."
Jordan rolled her eyes, "You are so innocent Tyler. All guys want is to get inside your pants. All guys. And since Mori is a guy, that includes him."
"Fine, okay. I believe you," I relented.
"Good," Jordan smirked, "Now tell me all about your date."
I relayed every detail, not leaving anything out.
Jordan looked at me incredulously, "That's it. You guys went to the most romantic place ever and all you did was feed ducks?"
I got defensive and stuck my tongue out at her, "Whatever Mrs. Professional, what would you have done differently."
"Well, I would have talked to him a lot more," Jordan began.
I interjected, "We were perfectly comfortable not talking."
She glared at me, "As I was saying, I also would have flirted with him more."
"Relationships need facts to be built on. We talked about our families," I interrupted.
"Boring," Jordan sang.
"Whatever," I said, "At least I have a boyfriend! So HA!"
Jordan pouted and whined, "You took the best option!"
I smiled evilly, "I think you and Kyouya would make a good couple…"
Wrinkling her nose, she shook her head. "Why would you think that?"
I shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know. Maybe because you flirt with him all the time and it's obvious that you guys are attracted to each other."
She scoffed, "The Shadow King? I don't think it's even possible for him to be attracted to anyone. Let alone me."
I raised a quizzical eyebrow, but dropped the topic, "I'm beat, let's go to bed."
Parting ways, we both trudged to our rooms and drifted into oblivion.
School was quite uneventful, filled with boring notes and crotchety teachers and sassy retorts. By the time school ended, I really needed to release some of my frustration. Dance was my perfect outlet, besides punching things anyway. After the Host Club ended, I planned on finding an empty room.
Jordan and I strolled into the Third Music Room and took our usual spot on the sofa. I pulled out my homework and wrote furiously. I really needed to make it in the top 3 this year. I know that there is no way that I can surpass Kyouya, but I'm pretty sure that my grades could beat out Tamaki's. I smirked victoriously to myself, imagining my success; my smile faded, however, when I remembered that I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Good grades and amazing citizenship mean nothing if I don't know what I plan to do with my education.
Frustrated, I set down my homework and observed the Host club scene. Hikaru and Kaoru caressed and flirted Haruhi, much to Tamaki's horror; Honey-sempai ate cake at a nearby table with Mori; and Kyouya stood in a corner talking to Jordan. Everyone seemed preoccupied and since the Host Club wasn't open today, I decided to leave.
Strolling though the bare hallways, I wandered around until I finally found a room that was big enough for me to dance in. I plugged in my portable docking station and hooked my IPod up to it. After doing a few routine stretches, I picked a playlist: Loud. Ignorance by Paramore blasted through the miniature speakers and my frustration melted away as I began to dance. All I could feel was the melody that pumped through my veins and ordered my helpless limbs to move fluidly. My heart was pounding to the fast beat of the song.
I guess I'll go, best be on my way out.
As abruptly as the song ended, so did my graceful movements. Standing still, my chest heaved and I wiped the sweat from my brow. As high maintenance and uptight as I may seem, I love to sweat. Sweat is proof of my hard labor; I earned it and it can't be taken away. It means success. My afterglow was interrupted by a loud applause.
The entire Host Club stood at the doorway… Oh and Jordan too. Of course they did, I internally rolled my eyes. I can't seem to get away from them.
"Why did you follow me?" I asked as I turned my stereo off.
"We saw you leaving and wondered where you were going!" Honey-sempai explained, waving his bunny in my face "And Usa-chan missed you!"
I smiled at his Lolita cuteness. Suddenly I felt someone's breath hitting my neck. I shivered and turned around to face my boyfriend.
"I missed you too," he whispered, "You're a great dancer."
A tingle of happiness ran up my spine, "Thanks, but I'm really not that good…"
Tamaki ruined my happy moment, "How long have you been a dancer, daughter?"
I rolled my eyes at his 'fatherly' act, "Eight years. And don't call me daughter."
Tamaki felt and clung to Kyouya, "Mommy! Daughter is going through her rebellious stage!"
"Get off of Kyouya you big baby! Grow some balls!" Jordan yelled at Tamaki.
He went sniveling into his usual corner of woe, but this time he dragged Haruhi with him. I cracked a smiled at their adorable couple-ness. Couples are easier to appreciate when you are actually part of one. I looked up into Mori's gray eyes; eyes that are so understanding and devoted, eyes that never ceased to make my heart flutter and bring a faint flush to my cheeks.
"Are you free tomorrow?" he asked.
I pretended to ponder for a moment and then in a flirty voice said, "I did have some plans, but I think I can squeeze you in. What do you have planned?"
Kyouya strode over to Mori and I, "Perfect, then you can come by my family's tropical resort."
My jaw dropped, "Wait a second! That's not what I meant." I looked over and Mori and saw that he was chuckling. "You planned this didn't you? " I shouted looking between Kyouya and Mori.
Jordan skipped over to us, "Did you guys get Tyler to agree to come?"
I glared at her, "I can't believe you were a part of this."
She pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes, "But it's going to be so much fun."
Sighing, I gave in, "Fine. I'll go. But there better be good food. I'm craving Unagi sushi."
Haruhi piped up for she was also being harassing into agreeing to go on the trip, "And fatty tuna?"
I huddled with Haruhi and we whispered our requests, "Here are our demands: 1) Unagi Sushi 2) Fatty Tuna 3) Twins will not sexually harass 4) Tamaki will refrain from annoying us 5) We will get back home by 7 PM, so that we can finish our homework."
The twins pouted and so did Tamaki, but everyone else seemed approve of our proposition. Suddenly, the twins developed Cheshire cat grins.
I began to feel uneasy, "Why are you guys smiling like that."
They spoke simultaneously, "I think that the Shadow Kind forgot to mention something important."
"What did he forget?" Haruhi asked.
Kyouya looked up from his notebook, light glinted off his glasses. "I strongly advise you to wear swimsuits considering that the resort is constructed to look and feel like a jungle. Meaning that there will be multiple pools and a high chance of precipitation."
I moaned, but Jordan giggled, "You sound like a weatherman Kyouya! You'd make a good one considering how silky your voice is. And your good looks are a plus also."
I nodded in agreement (after she mercilessly elbowed my ribcage) but took note of the faint blush that sprawled across his cheeks and his multiple side glances aimed at Jordan. I'll have to look into that… after I strangle my boyfriend for talking me into the trip and getting me to wear a swimsuit.
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