Oh my, it'as been a week since I last updated. I'm so sorry! The homework that teachers give before semester exams are killing me. And not to mention the last unit tests before revision week! Yesterday, I had a Science test, Math Algebra test (again), Chinese oral test and an English vocabulary test (consisting of 20 words that needs to be written, given the part of speech, define and made a full sentence for). You bet how busy I was on Thursday.
And you know what's more insane? THE SCHOOL IS HAVING A COMPASSION WEEK NEXT FEW WEEKS AND IS ASKING US - STUDENT COUNCIL - TO DO ALL THE PLANNING. And you know when the school told us about this? Oh, just a week before the exams.
YES, A WEEK BEFORE THE FREAKING EXAMS.
And now the Event Organizer is not being helpful, saying that all the meeting we had are just a waste of his time. And when I asked him to leave if he didn't want to be there, he didn't move an inch. But yet his mouth was still going on about how his time is precious and all. So I cut him in the middle of his speech by saying, "Okay, now we're wasting our time. Secretary, proceed with what you were saying before you were cut by him."
And you know what he (The EO) said?
"Hey -my name-, don't be such a smartass."
Really, if it weren't for the peace of that meeting, I would've punched his throat out. Did I care if he was way older than me? No. I don't care if he's twice my age. I don't care if he's thrice my age. I don't give a damn about how old he is.
Okay, if you're reading this, thanks for taking the time to know what I'm facing in my life. This is the only way I can spill all my anger.
Well, continuing to the replies:
(Oh, I'll only be replying to the last chapter's reviews. I forgot what I wanted to reply for chapter 36. Sorry)
Raina Rasberry: Oh no, I didn't feel offended. I have another account for another story category (not anime) and I've been through some spicy reviews. I totally understand that you're trying to improve my writing. And no, I have not been purposefully ignoring your reviews. When searching for reviews, I usually just briefly scan through the whole page, so maybe I missed yours. I mean, I read all of them via email, but then I can't possibly remember all right? But please, don't compare reviews with other people's. Please. Cindy-kawaii-maidsama is a really sweet and cheerful girl, and I really appreciate her sweet reviews. I also appreciate your constructive reviews, so both of you are equally amazing.
THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE TOO! You guys are amazing.
Ugh, I need to be studying for my Geography now. Bye.
=Misaki's POV=
'I should've worn my tee and jeans. I don't care if it's dirty, at least it's better than this,' I thought.
I was walking home – yes, Usui's home, my bad. A normal walk, nothing unusual.
Well, that except for the fact that I was wearing my maid outfit.
I would've worn my usual clothes, if one of the staff in maid latte hadn't accidentally spilled coffee all over my clothes.
'Good thing that no one noticed me,' I sighed in relief as I walked in the elevator inside the apartment and punched the floor number Usui's house was on. 'Kind of weird for them to not realize such eye-catching outfit, but whatever.'
I leaned on the wall across the closing door and exhaled. I was exhausted. Mainly because I took a 6-hour shift instead of a 3-hour one – like what I usually took before I graduated from high school. But also because I had been turning my head every minute on my way back to see if one from my university or my high school friends was there to catch me in my maid uniform.
"Ding," the bell sounded while the doors slid open. I walked out; looking at my left and right to make sure no one was there.
Here was my plan: sneak in the house without Usui knowing, go to the bathroom, change into my usual clothes then shouting 'I'm home'.
I creaked into Usui's house, trying to not make the slightest sound that may alarm Usui of my presence, and started tip toeing towards the bathroom.
But then my plan got messed up when I accidentally stumbled on something hard and ended up landing flat on my face.
My books that I placed all over the place since I was in such hurry. Those were the things that I tripped over. My freaking books.
"Ayuzawa? Is that you?" I heard Usui mumbled while sitting up, his tone clearly showing that he was sleeping before I made the fall.
'Shit,' I thought. I got up and brushed myself off.
I would've made a run to the bathroom for it, but Usui turned towards me and saw me in my uniform anyway, so what was the use of running?
I quickly ran towards him, seeing him trying so hard to get on his wheelchair.
He was wearing a white blouse, which was amateurishly buttoned – revealing some of his well sculpted chest – and a new pair of jeans. His hair was messy – another proof he was sleeping on the couch before I entered.
"I'm so sorry. I woke you up, didn't I?" I helped him up and gently lowered him down on his wheelchair.
"No, I was kind of happy to be waken up," he said cheerfully, nodding towards my uniform.
"Ugh… You pervert," I grumped while walking towards the front of the door. I kneeled down and tidied up the books I tripped over. Didn't want to trip over those again, now did I?
"Ayuzawa," he said, his tone serious with a hint of worry and a little anger, "are you even aware of the danger of going home in that outfit?"
"Huh?" I turned around, only to find my face only inches away from his abdomen. I looked up into his eyes. His emerald eyes were angry, it was evident. Angry at my lack of self-consciousness, to be exact. "What? You think I'm going to get raped?" I laughed.
He leaned forward and sank his head on top of my shoulder. I didn't know what to do and how to react.
"Ugh, Usu-" I started.
"Don't even joke about that," he whispered and nipped my ear lobe.
My cheeks heat up.
"You pervert!" I quickly pushed him away while rubbing my ear he had disgustingly nipped. "What the hell was that for?"
"Just for fun," he said, his tone back to annoyingly cheerful, with a stupid smile on his face.
"Well," I stood up with the pile of books on my hand, "I don't think we have the same definition with the word 'fun'."
"But since you had gone home with that outfit of yours, do you mind not changing for the whole night? For the whole weekend is good, too," he followed me from behind.
"Not going to happen," I bended down and placed the books on the glass table.
But then I realized it was the wrong thing to do since I was wearing my maid outfit – which, I shouldn't need to add, was super short – and a pervert was right behind me.
He let out a low whistle, making my cheeks burn, and lifted up my skirt. "Is this the kind of panties you should be showing off, Pres?"
"Gah!" I shouted while jumping off to my side, away from him, while holding down the back of my skirt. "You pervert!"
"Come on," he pleaded.
"Look," I straightened myself, "I'm freaking tired and I just want to take a bath, change my clothes and have a sound sleep. I don't have time for-"
That was when he gave me that. But it won't work, I tell you. It won't work.
"Oh, don't give me that stupid puppy dog face. You know I won't fall for it now, after seeing you use it that much," I crossed my arms.
"Pwease?" He asked with a baby tone, the puppy dog face still plastered on his face.
My cheeks burned even harder.
"Damn you and your stupid face," I muttered while going towards the kitchen to get myself a glass of water.
"Psshhh," the water splashed in my glass.
"Oh, have you eaten, Usui?" I looked at him while closing the water dispenser.
He stayed silent while looking uncomfortably to the floor.
"Ugh," I sighed. "Seriously? Why can't you just call pizza or something? And now it's 11, almost all the delivery shops are closed now."
"Why don't you cook for me?" He asked like an idiot.
"Because," I lifted my glass and drank a little, "I'm bad at cooking, remember? I don't think you really want to go back to the hospital just because of eating my creation, now do you?"
"I'll teach you how."
"Yeah, in the wheelchair? I don't think so," I drank again.
"I'll give the instructions and you do the work. Easy right?" He said.
"Nope, not gonna do it. I'll just call that one shop across town. I'm sure they're still open now," I placed the glass in the sink.
"Please? Would you just do it for me?" He and his puppy dog face were back.
My cheeks blushed.
"Y-yo-you alien!" I shouted.
He remained still, his puppy dog face getting sadder and sadder by every second that passed.
"Fine!" I shouted while grabbing a pan from the cupboard. "You idiot better give me clear instructions or else the pan will end up on your face."
He nodded cheerfully – and annoyingly.
"With the food on it."
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