Haruhi

'Ugh, why does my head hurt, and why does my body feel so sore?'

Haruhi tiredly groaned and tried to lay in a different position to see if it would help her throbbing headache, which it didn't. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room, soon realizing that she, in fact, was not in her room, but in a motel.

'That's right, Hikaru brought me here to try and cheer me up after seeing Tamaki senpai...kissing another girl…'

Her heart ached at the memory of her boyfriend's betrayal and subconsciously moved her hand to her chest, but something caught her attention. She didn't feel any fabric, she felt skin, her bare skin. She lifted up the covers and saw that she was naked, in fact very naked. Not a stitch of clothes on her. Then before she could even question where her clothes went she felt movement coming from the other side of the mattress, accompanied with a low grumble. She slowly turned her head to look behind her and instantly her eyes landed on the peaceful face of Hikaru sleeping. His dark hair was disheveled as it laid against the pillow that his arms were propping up underneath. She could tell by the rhythm of his breathing that he was asleep. She watched as his chest slowly rise and fall, seeming as if he didn't have a care in the world at the moment, but as Haruhi watched him sleeping she noticed something...he was shirtless…

Suddenly remembering that she herself was nude underneath the covers her eyes widened. Could it be..? No, they both weren't that stupid. Yeah, they got a little drunk last night (which she thought was a good idea then but now regretted it) but they couldn't have done "that", but why was she naked then?

She continued to stare at him, feeling her stomach churn, and not from her having a massive hangover. There was only one way to confirm if they did…"it". Haruhi carefully moved onto her other side, making sure that she didn't wake up Hikaru, and lifted up the covers just a bit so she could see a peek. Her eyes immediately grew wide and a red blush covered her face when she saw that just like her, he was naked.

Haruhi let out a glass-shattering scream as she shot out from the bed, using one of the blankets on the bed to cover her nude body. Hikaru let out a groan as he was awakened by the loud scream and shoved his face in his pillow.

"Why are you fucking screaming?" He grumbled as if he was in pain, probably from the hangover as well. He opened his eye that wasn't covered by the pillow and saw Haruhi was standing up and covering her nude body with a blanket as a horrified expression was plastered on her face. Hikaru's eyebrows forwarded in confusion and he slowly lifted up his head and tiredly squinted at Haruhi for a bit, as if he was trying to process what was going on. He then looked underneath the white blanket that was covering him waist down and after a few confused moments, his eyes grew wide. He let out a short scream before scrambling off the bed and onto the floor, bring the blanket that was still around his waist with him.

"What the fuck!" He shouted as he untangled his legs from the sheets, keeping it tight around his waist as he stood up. "You're naked! I'm naked! What the fuck is going on?!"

"I-I don't know." Haruhi stuttered out. She tightened the covers around herself before she spoke again. "Please tell me we didn't do what it looks like we did." Hikaru looked around the room, seeing all the half-empty bottles of alcohol and empty snack bags on the floor. His eyes then widened as if he suddenly remembered something and faced towards Haruhi with an expression that was a mixture of fear and confusion, which confirmed Haruhi's fear. "I have to go."

"Wait Haruhi," Hikaru practically begged as he watched her look for her clothes, "please can we talk about this?"

"Talk about what?!" Haruhi shouted at him as she grew angry, causing him to flinch. "About how we both got fucking drunk last night and slept together?!" Her eyes then widened as if she came into realization about something and then glared at Hikaru. "You probably planned this didn't you?!"

"What?!"

"You saw that I was upset about Tamaki senpai and thought I would be an easy target. You took advantage of me so I would sleep with you. God, I should've fucking listened to Tamaki when he warned me about the shit you do!"

"Excuse me?!" Hikaru hissed, obviously offended by what she accused him of. "You really think that 'I', who has a fucking abusive, alcoholic mother, would purposely buy alcohol for you to drown your sorrows in because your pathetic piece of shit boyfriend cheated on you?!" His expression then turned from furious to hurt. "Do you really think that I would be so open about my home life and everything else about myself if all I wanted to do was sleep with you? I really thought we were friends."

Haruhi's glare soon fell as well as she felt a huge wave of guilt washed over her. She knew that he wasn't like that. She was just trying to blame him for everything instead of herself because she didn't want to admit that she was in the wrong. He didn't want to drink and tried to get her to stop, but instead of listening to him she pressured him into drinking with her, knowing that alcohol was the cause of most of his problems in his life. Also if he did just try to get her to sleep with him he wouldn't be acting remorseful or wouldn't have gotten angry when she accused him of it. He would've been arrogant and cocky and say something on the lines of "I thought I made it clear during our relationship what I wanted," or "You should have listened to the rumors about me." But instead of being a cocky asshole, he looked just like she did when he figured out what happened, surprised and horrified. She was just using him as a scapegoat for the actions that happened last night, even though it was clearly mostly her fault.

She looked away from him, using her bangs to cover up the tears that were welding up in her eyes.

"I'm sorry I…" She swallowed the lump in her throat so her tears wouldn't escape. "Could you please leave. I need to get changed."

"Haruhi…"

She found his pants on the floor and picked them up before throwing on the bed in front of him. "Please, just leave…"

Hikaru just remained where he was for a few seconds before grabbing his pants off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. As she heard the door close behind him she finally let her tears fall. From seeing her boyfriend kissing another girl and her drunkenly sleeping with Hikaru, it was all too much for her. She also hurt Hikaru and betrayed Tamaki in the process because she just wanted to forget that shitty night. Even though she caught Tamaki kissing another girl, what she did was far worse that no one should ever do in a committed relationship...she slept with someone else. Her and Tamaki have never been that intimate before, she would be lying if she said he's never tried to take it a step further, but she thought that he was taking it too fast for her liking. They've been dating for only four months and hadn't even thought about sleeping with him until maybe a couple years into their relationship, but here she was, naked in a hotel room with Hikaru after a night of drunken sex…

Haruhi wiped the tears from her eyes and began searching for her clothes that were scattered around the room. She found her clothes in different sections of the small room, as well as Hikaru's dress shirt and suit jacket. She tried not to think about how her clothes ended up so far from each other and picked them all up before putting them on. After many failed attempts she finally zipped up the back of her dress then began making her way towards the door. Hikaru must've heard her because the door to the bathroom opened and he called out to her.

"Haruhi, please wait." He pleaded as he caught up to her and grabbed her arm for her to stop as she had her hand on the door handle. "Can we please just talk about this?"

Haruhi's grip on the door handle tightened as she tried not to let anymore tears fall. "No…" She whispered. "I can't…" Hikaru slowly released her arm out of his grip and she could feel the sadness in his eyes as he stared at her. For the next few seconds they were silent, an awkward feeling filling the air around them until Haruhi finally broke the silence. "I think you should find another tutor Hikaru."

And with that, she opened the door and left the room, but she didn't make it that far before Hikaru called out for her again, making her stop.

"Haruhi please don't do this." He pleaded, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of tears as well. "I'm sorry, it was stupid of me to bring you here but please don't do this. If you leave the chairman will expel me."

"I'm sorry," Haruhi whispered, loud enough for him to hear, "but I can't do this." She then began walking down the hallway as fast as she could.

"Haruhi please!"

She could hear in his voice that he was crying, which caused tears to begin rolling down her face again as she continued walking down the hall, leaving the motel.

Hikaru

I had my back against the door as I slowly closed it then slid down to the floor. I just stared out in the room as my vision grew blurry with tears. Did I just ruin our friendship? I wanted to try and comfort her like she did when I was having a hard time. I didn't plan on sleeping with her, and now because of my stupid fucking decision I most likely lost the only person, who wasn't Kaoru, that I cared about. The only person that I loved...and now she wanted nothing to do with me. She doesn't even want to tutor me. God, I really fucked up. Once Yuzuru finds out that I've gotten Haruhi to quit he's definitely going to expel me and once that information gets passed on to mom that I've been expelled she was definitely going to kill me...literally…

I suddenly felt my stomach churn in an uneasy way and felt something travel up my throat. I tried to swallow it back down but my attempt was futile and my eyes widened as I covered my mouth before getting up and running over to the bathroom. I almost didn't make it in time but luckily I was able to make it to the toilet faster as I practically threw myself on the floor in front of it.

I didn't know if it was from nerves of the thoughts of being expelled or from the nasty hangover I had but my stomach felt horrible. Once my stomach finally emptied itself I coughed and wiped the side of my mouth with my hand. I felt too weak to get up and laid my head on my arm that I had over the toilet bowl, the churning in my stomach not even close to settling. I finally did lift my head when I felt a vibration in my pants pocket, I must've left my phone in there. I took my phone out and almost came to puking again when I saw the word 'Mom', on the screen. Fuck, I forgot to tell her I wasn't coming home last night. She's going to be beyond livid. I gulped before answering the phone and placing it to my ear.

"H-Hey mom."

"Where the fuck are you?!" She barked, causing my headache to worsen by how loud she was. "I wake up to find that you were still gone! The Yoshido's are supposed to come over in fifteen minutes for lunch. What am I supposed to tell them when they see that you're not here, 'I'm sorry but my worthless son stayed out all night partying instead of listening to his mother and come back home at the curfew I gave him!' Do you know what they'll think of us if I tell them that shit Hikaru?!"

"I'm sorry, I ate something bad at the party and got sick." I lied. "Kyoya thought it would be the best to-"

"I don't want to hear your bull shit excuse Hikaru!" She hissed harshly. "If you're not here in the next thirty minutes I swear to God Hikaru I'll take you out of this world in a heartbeat, do you understand?!"

I gulped again as I felt my body began trembling far worse than it was before. "Yes mom, I'm on my way home now."

"Good," she hissed again, "we'll discuss what your punishment will be later!"

She then hung up the phone. I just listened to the beep on the other line for a few more seconds before finally hanging up the phone then looked at the time, it was 11:45. I had to be home by 12:15. If Haruhi lives close to here then it would take me about fifteen to twenty minutes to get home.

I flushed the toilet before slowly getting up and staggered out of the bathroom. I found my shirt and suit jacket on the floor and put them on in a hurry, not caring if it looked neat. I checked the time on my phone and saw that it was now 11:53, shit it took me eight minutes to just put my fucking shirt on.

I looked around the room and saw how big of a mess it was. I felt bad that I had to leave it this way but I had no other choice. I made sure to leave the maid a generous tip on the dresser then grabbed the key cards to the rooms before leaving and making my way to the front desk to turn them in.

The employee who greeted us last night was still there and once she took the key cards from me she looked at one of them for a few seconds then a smirk appeared on her face, but I didn't really notice it at first because I was trying to calm down the throbbing headache that I had.

"You're free to go." She said. I just nodded and began making my way towards the exit when she called something out again. "Have a nice day Hikaru."

I stopped in my tracks and looked over my shoulder at her. How did she know my name? I didn't give it to her last night so how...

I then finally noticed the smirk on her face and it all clicked in my brain and my face grew scarlet. I turned back around and left the motel then hurried over to my car.

Fuck, if my mom doesn't kill me, I'll probably just do it myself.

I pulled up to my house and parked before killing the engine. I groaned as I leaned back in my seat, trying to reduce the headache that I still had, but it was pretty hard to with my back burning. I didn't know why but about halfway through the car ride my back started slightly burning. Then with each passing minute it just grew more and more painful and now it felt like it was on fire.

I turned my car back on a few more minutes, letting the cold air from the air conditioning hit my face to try and make me feel better so I wouldn't puke again. Just like my back, about halfway through the car ride, my stomach began feeling awful again, almost to the point where I pulled over a couple times but luckily I didn't have to.

As the cool air blew on my face I tried to think of anything else by wanting to vomit, but it grew harder and harder as I felt my mouth start to grow hot and something felt like it was trying to travel up my throat. I soon gave up the fight of trying to swallow it back and unbuckled my seatbelt before opening my car door and just puked right out in the street.

"Fuck," I groaned as I wiped my mouth once I was finished, "how does mom deal with this every day?"

I got back into my car and took out the keys from the ignition before getting out and making my way to the front door.

As I opened the door I immediately heard laughter coming from the dining room. I really just wanted to go to my room and try to sleep this hangover off, but I knew that if I didn't prove to my mom that I made it home on time she would be angry. I made my way to the dining room and everyone look towards my direction when I walked into the room. The smile immediately left my mother's face and was replaced with a glare when she noticed my messy appearance. I had a fucking massive hangover so I didn't bother seeing if I looked good or not. I didn't even plan on staying here after I greeted everybody. Hopefully mom would see how bad I looked and actually let me go to my room.

"What happened to you? Did you get hit by a bus on the way home?" Isao joke, which I just responded to with a glare.

"I told mom over the phone I got sick at Kyoya's party and spent the night there. I was just going to greet everyone before going to bed."

"Hikaru don't be rude." Mom said in her fake cheerful voice. "You have to sit down and join us for lunch."

"But mom, I really don't feel good."

"Sit down in the chair Hikaru." She demanded in a slightly harsher tone, but still had the smile on her face.

I sighed and listened to mom's orders and sat down in the only empty seat, which was unfortunately next to Mari. She smirked at me as I sat down and scooted a bit closer to me.

"I'm not in the mood Mari." I grumbled as I rubbed my temples.

She chuckled. "Not handling the hangover well, huh?" She whispered so I could only hear her.

I looked over at her wide eyed. "Wait, how did you-"

"I can smell it off of you." She answered, she then leaned closer to me and it began making me uncomfortable. "I know a great way to get rid of a nasty hangover." She purred.

I glared at her. "Mari, I really don't want to deal with your-"

"Coffee."

"...Huh?"

"Coffee and sleep are great ways to get rid of hangovers. Trust me."

"Uh...thanks I guess."

"No problem." Her smirk then returned to her face. "I also wouldn't want to have fun with you while you're hungover. Wouldn't be fun when you're in so much pain you can't do anything."

I scowled at her as I felt her place her hand on my knee and I quickly took her hand off of my leg. "Fuck off." I hissed, which she just sniggered to.

For the rest of the lunch, she didn't really make any more advances at me, which I was glad about. Though I could see in her eyes that she really wanted to. However, she did keep trying to touch me with her foot in a flirtatious way, which I would just respond by kicking her away but soon gave up once my headache grew worse.

I thanked God once it was time for them to leave. Mari gave me a flirtatious wave as she left, which I just responded with another scowl, but she didn't seem to notice. Once they left I turned to leave to go to my room, but as I began to make my way up the stairs mom grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" She hissed.

I gulped, seeing the fire in her eyes. I totally forgot about the punishment she said she was going to give me for not coming home last night.

"I-I'm going to my room." I stuttered out. "I don't feel very well."

"You really think that I'm that stupid to buy that excuse?"

She then tugged my arm, so I was away from the stairs, but from how my feet were positioned I fell back, landing on the small table that was against the wall before falling on the floor. It then felt as if something sharp pierced my left arm. I brought my other hand to where the pain was and gasped when as my fingers brushed against what felt like glass was sticking out of my arm. My jacket felt wet around it and I brought my hand up to my face and saw that it was red from where I held my arm. I looked around me and saw shattered pieces of what once was a vase was now on the floor. When I fell on the table I must've landed on the vase that we had on it.

"Fuck." I hissed as I grabbed my arm again, feeling tears began to trail down my face from the pain. "Shit."

I heard mom's footsteps coming up in front of me and I looked up at her petrified as she glowered down at me.

"Now look what you fucking did!" She barked. "Not only did you disobey me last night by not coming home but now you broke a vase that I got from one of my designer friends!"

"I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break it. I just wanted to go to bed."

"Well, instead of going to bed you're going to clean this shit up while Isao and I go to the studio for a few hours so I can finish some of the designs for my upcoming line."

I just stared at her wide eyed as I watched her grab her coat. "Wa-Wait mom, you can't leave me here like this. I have to go to a doctor so they can fix my arm."

"You're fine Hikaru, stop complaining." Mom grumbled as she handed Isao the keys to the car so he could start it up while she finished getting ready. "You don't need to see a doctor."

"But mom my arm is bleeding badly and I need to get the piece of the vase out"

"Hikaru, you're fine."

"But mom-"

"I said you're fine!" Her hand then came into contact with my face, silencing me. "You are seventeen years old, stop complaining about getting hurt and grow the fuck up!"

"I'm sorry…" I quietly cried, not turning back to face her. "I'm sorry…"

"Now get this all cleaned up." She grumbled, kicking some of the broken shards closers to me. "If I see one speck of this vase on the floor when I get home I swear I'll give you something to cry about. You got that?!"

I nodded, not saying anything else as mom finished getting ready and left the house. As I heard the front door close I just remained where I was. I soon couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I held my hurt arm closer to me and let out all the emotion I was feeling at that moment. It just turned into the afternoon and everything was already unbearable to live through. I just wanted to disappear from this fucking awful world and go somewhere where I don't have to live like this...but I knew that was impossible.

I looked down at my arm and saw that blood was now trailing down to my hand and was beginning to drip on the floor. I had to get my arm patched up and clean the blood off the floor before it stained the wood. I pulled myself together the best I could and slowly got up, using my good arm as support so I wouldn't fall back down and then once I was standing I made my way to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it, just in case mom forgot something and came back to see I was gone. I began rummaging through the cabinets and drawers trying to find the small first aid kit that Kaoru and I hid a few years back when this nightmare first started. We've used it when mom hurt us pretty badly, but not enough for us to go to the hospital.

After minutes of searching, I finally found it in the cabinet underneath the sink and took it out along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I opened the first aid kit and took out bandage wraps and a wound dressing. I then slowly took off my suit jacket, taking my right arm out first so I could just let the jacket slip off my arm without hurting it any further. I could clearly see the shard in my upper arm, surrounded by the blood that the sleeve of my dress shirt soaked up. Just by looking at it, it didn't look too deep. Probably because of the thick material of my suit jacket it helped stop the shard going in deeper. I slowly took off my dress shirt, hissing as the shirt hooked onto the shard, but luckily I was able to get the sleeve off without much trouble. Once my shirt was off I grabbed an old towel that we never used and placed it over the sink counter where my arm was held so blood wouldn't go everywhere. I gulped and grabbed onto the shard. I knew that it was going to fucking hurt so I wanted to take it out as fast as possible, but I couldn't go too fast in risk of hurting myself further.

"I can do this," I told myself as I got a hold of the shard, "if I can handle mom stabbing me last year I can handle this." I took a deep breath and with a quick movement I got the shard of vase out of my arm and threw it into the sink. "Fuck!"

I didn't have enough time to rest to let the pain settle for a bit because my arm was bleeding badly, so I swallowed back the pain the best I could before reaching for the rubbing alcohol. I dabbed a portion of the towel with the alcohol and soaked another portion with water.

Cleaning the wound was the worth part. The pain was about ten times worse than taking out the actual shard that it caused me to feel light headed, accompanied with me saying all the curse words that I knew, even in different languages. Finally when the wound was cleaned I grabbed the dressing and bandage wraps and securely wrapped up the wound the best I could so it wouldn't bleed.

As I finished adjusting the bandage I noticed pink claw like marks on my shoulder that were going in a horizontal direction. Just looking at the scratches brought back the burning pain I felt on my back earlier today. Could this have something to do with it?

I turned around so my back was facing the mirror and saw multiple pink scratches going along either side of my back. Did this happen last night when we…

I bit my lip as I faced away from the mirror, feeling tears welled up in my eyes again. I really wanted to talk to her, to apologize to her and talk about what happened with mom so she could help me feel better...like she always did. I took out my phone and dialed up Haruhi, but instead of hearing ringing on the other end it just went to the answering machine. Was her phone turned off? She said she now usually keeps it close to her just in case I wanted to talk to her.

I didn't bother leaving a voicemail and was tempted to try and text her, but there was really no point if she wouldn't pick up.

With a sad sigh, I began to clean up all the mess in the bathroom and living room the best I could so mom wouldn't get even more upset if she found any shard of the vase or drops of my blood anywhere. Once everything was cleaned up I felt the headache from my hangover return and I decided I would follow Mari's advice and make some coffee and sleep it off. Which sadly was the best part of this shitty day.

I was awoken by the sound of the incoming Skype call coming from my laptop. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately felt all the pain that I was feeling today hit me like a train. With a groan I slowly sat up so I wouldn't hurt myself and grabbed my laptop before answering the Skype call.

"Hey." Kaoru greeted with a smile.

"Hey…" I greeted back in a low grumble as I turned down the volume a bit so my head wouldn't hurt as much, but I did feel a lot better than a few hours ago.

Kaoru's smile fell when he got a good look at my appearance. "God, you look awful."

"Thanks that makes me feel a thousand times better than I already do."

"What happened?"

"I went to Kyoya's party last night and I got sick." I lied. "I must've eaten something bad because I got really sick within a couple hours of the party."

"That doesn't really sound like that would happen at a party Kyoya would throw. He makes sure that everything is perfect and safe. From the food down to the decorations."

"Well, I guess this time he didn't check well enough." I said as I reached over and grabbed my cup of coffee that I still had on my nightstand. It was cold now, but I really didn't feel like going downstairs and making a fresh batch. I noticed Kaoru's expression when I took a drink and cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"What are you drinking?"

"Coffee, why do you ask?"

"Why are you drinking coffee when you have an upset stomach?" He questioned. "You know that it'll only make it worse...unless…" His suspicious glare turned furious, which actually sent a chill down my spine. "You have a fucking hangover, don't you?"

"What, no...I…"

"I thought we made a pledge to never drink because of what it did to mom?!"

"I can explain." I said, which caused Kaoru's glare to harden. He probably thought I was going to say a bull shit excuse, like how people had drinks at the party and I thought one couldn't hurt and because one didn't affect me I had more. I let out a sigh. "I went to Kyoya's party only because Haruhi was there and within the first hour of the party we caught Tamaki kissing another girl."

"Wait, really?" Kaoru asked shocked. "I wouldn't even imagine Tono doing such a thing. Yeah, he flirted with other women but he only truly meant it when he flirted with Haruhi...or that's what I thought, but what does that have to do with you getting drunk?"

"Well, because Haruhi was upset I offered that we go somewhere for the night because I knew her father would be too overwhelming for her, and I didn't want to go home so-"

"Wait, why wouldn't you want to go home?" Kaoru asked.

That's right, I forgot Kaoru doesn't know that mom has relapsed because I didn't want him to worry about me while he was on his trip to New York. I wanted him to enjoy his trip, not trying to find a flight home or counting down the days for the trip to be over because he was worried about me.

"I just didn't want to leave her alone when she was an over emotional wreck." I lied. "I was just worried about her."

"Alright, if you say so…" He said, not really sounding convinced that I was telling the full truth. "Then what happened?"

"So, because I let her choose where we would go we went to a motel." I could see the disgust on Kaoru's face, which caused a small chuckle to escape my lips. "I know, but she wanted to go there. Anyways, because she was such a wreck I decided to get her some food and non-alcoholic drinks to make her feel better, but one of my bags got switched with another customer's who was buying alcohol. I was going to return them but Haruhi started to drink and I tried to stop her but she convinced me to drink with her, which now I guess we both regret."

"Well, I'm glad that you two regret it now and won't do something fucking stupid like masking your sorrows in alcohol again." He sighed before laying his hand in his head. "I still can't believe Tono would do something like that. It feels like I don't even know him anymore. Haruhi must be crushed."

"Um, there's also something else that happened." I said as I looked down and ran my finger along the top of my coffee cup, a red blush on my cheeks.

"What happened?"

I bit my lip as the blush on my face grew darker. I moved my eyes up to look back up at him. "Haruhi and I slept together…"

Kaoru didn't reply right away, he just blinked a few times as if he was trying to process what I just told him. "Wait...so you and Haruhi slept together?"

"Yes."

"Like intercourse? Not just sleeping in the same bed together type of sleeping together?"

"Yes."

"Like fornication?"

"Yes."

"Like you put your-"

"Oh my God! Yes, we had sex!" I snapped, my face dark red.

Kaoru just remained confused. "How did that happen?"

"I don't know." I grumbled as I put my face in my hands. "We were drunk and I guess because she was upset she tried coping her feelings through me, which I guess drunk me let her do."

"But what if you two didn't actually do anything?"

"Huh?"

"Think about it." Kaoru said. "You two were drunk and don't remember anything. You two could've passed out before anything happened."

"We were both naked when we woke up."

"That doesn't necessarily mean you two had sex. When people are drunk they do stupid shit. You two could've just taken off your clothes because you thought it was too hot or something stupid like that."

"Stupid like having drunk sex with the girl you like because she was upset her piece of shit of a boyfriend cheated on her?"

"Or, just got naked for a stupid reason because drunk people do stupid shit."

"Well, I think the scratched on my back will prove you wrong."

"Scratches?"

I twisted around a bit so a portion of my back was visible on camera. I looked over my shoulder to see his expression, which was complete and utter shock.

"Maybe there's a different reason how you got them." He said as I faced him again.

"Please enlighten me."

"Maybe you, uh...maybe…" He sighed in defeat as he put his head back in his hand. "I got nothing. Unless you got attacked by a hoard of angry raccoons, there is no other evidence that those scratches weren't from Haruhi." He moved his eyes so he was looking into mine. "I have a feeling it didn't end well when you two woke up."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well, by the way you guys ended up sleeping together and how you're acting right now it's kinda hard not to know...How do you feel about the situation?"

"Bad," I sighed sadly, "just thinking about that if I denied her offer to drink none of this would have happened."

"It's not fully your fault Hikaru." Kaoru said, trying to make me feel better, but sadly it didn't. "She convinced you to drink with her. Yes, you should've denied her offer and have just returned the bottles, but it's not fully your fault."

"Well, she seems to think it is." I sighed sadly again as I began tracing the cap of my coffee cup again.

"What do you mean?"

"When we both woke up she yelled at me, saying that what Tamaki warned her about me was true and that I planned on getting her drunk so I could sleep with her."

"She can't really believe that, can she?" Kaoru asked. "I mean she's been your friend for about a month and a half but you two have gotten really close. She should know who you really are at this point and not the mean person that you portray as at school."

I just shrugged my shoulders sadly. "I thought she really knew who I was too, but I guess I was wrong."

"Hikaru…"

"I'm going to get going. My head is killing me and I just want to go to sleep."

"Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said, which I responded with a nod, "and try to make things better with Haruhi. I know how much you care about her and I don't want to see your friendship be broken over a stupid mistake that you guys made."

"I'll try…"

We said our goodbyes and both signed off. I moved my laptop off my bed before turning off the lights and getting under the covers. Even though my back was still in pain, I just ignored it as I laid on my back and looked up at the ceiling as blurry memories of what happened last night began to fill my mind. I didn't remember everything, but I remember how soft her hands were when they traveled down my abdomen, and how her lips felt amazing against mine when we kissed, and the way she moaned my name when we…

I covered my face with my hands as a dark blushed warmed my face again as I flipped over on my side, laying in almost a fetal position as if I was trying to hide from everything that happened, and thought about anything else in a desperate attempt to distract my lower anatomy.

Tomorrow was going to be fucking difficult. I just knew it.

I was sitting at my desk, chewing on my pen anxiously. I woke up earlier than usual today so I could come to school early so I had enough time to apologize to Haruhi and try to get her to keep being my tutor and friend, but as I got to the classroom she wasn't there. It made me worry that she wasn't going to show up today. Hangovers last only one day, mine was completely gone, so if she did miss today it was most likely her trying to avoid me. I really needed to talk to her so we could remain friends. I didn't want to lose the only friend that I had at this school from a stupid mistake.

I looked over towards the door for the umpteenth time that morning to see if Haruhi was here yet. I let out a low growl when I didn't see her in the group of students that just walked in, but as I was about to look away she finally walked into the classroom behind a group of girls. Our eyes immediately locked, but only for a few seconds before she shamefully looked away. I continued to watch her as she made her way to her desk next to me. I looked around us to make sure no one was in earshot of us before leaning in close to her.

"Haruhi, can we please talk about yesterday?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it Hikaru." She replied as she began getting her supplies out.

"Please, I just want to work things out with you."

"Hika-"

"Look I'm sorry. I shouldn't have offered to take you to that motel. I should've just taken you home."

"Hika-"

"Just please don't-"

"I already talked to Mr. Suoh." She said, causing me to grow silent. She still didn't look at me once, too ashamed from what happened yesterday. "I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore."

It felt as if my heart shattered into a million pieces. Did she...just end our friendship? The only friend that I had who cared about me and worried about me now wanted nothing to do with me, because of a stupid mistake?

I leaned away from her and tried to swallow back tears that I felt wanting to burst out.

"Alright," I said softly, trying not to let my voice crack, "if that's what you want."

Haruhi didn't say anything and just finished getting everything out for class. For the whole lesson I couldn't concentrate. I was feeling too down about Haruhi and nervous about the meeting I knew Mr. Suoh wanted to most likely expel me. Mom was literally going to kill me, and if she didn't kill me, she would horrifically wound me. I knew that for a fact...and it terrified me.

I jumped when I heard the teacher's desk phone ring and watched nervously as Mr. Hirota stop the lesson and answer the phone. After a few seconds of listening to the other person on the line, he looked over towards me before hanging up the phone.

"Mr. Hitachiin, Mr. Suoh would like to speak with you in his office, and he instructed that you take your bag."

I gulped before giving him a nod and began packing up my supplies. After I zipped up my bag I got up and began making my way towards the door. Ignoring all the stares and whispers from the other students. However, the only stare that I caught was Haruhi's as I left the room.

Hey guys, thanks for waiting for this update. I did plan to update this last week but I was too busy with school and the two other stories that I'm writing at the same time. I really didn't know a rewrite would take up as much time as it is, but I don't mind as long as that story looks better than the older crappier vision.

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