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[Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter. You know... the holidays.]
Chapter Nine - Dance Card
I trotted down the hall toward the central admin building, hoping to catch up with Haruhi. When I stepped through the door into the main locker hall, she was waiting for me. I walked toward her. She resumed her march to the club room and I pulled up beside her.
"Why did you rush out like that?" I asked.
"I don't know what came over me. I was on a high from performing, and then I saw Takuna get a rise from my song, literally, and I couldn't help myself."
"It was a nice gesture."
"It was stupid." Haruhi groaned. "It was so wrong. I shouldn't be sucking other girls' dicks." She picked up the pace.
"Girls don't have dicks," I said. "It's a biological reality."
"You know what I mean. We just watched Takuna get it on with Okajima."
"And she licked him clean afterward, just for you."
"We don't know that. I had no business sucking him off like that."
"They practically dared you to do it."
"They were joking."
"Okajima cleaned him up for someone, almost like it was expected. Proper etiquette, you know? It's obvious they share the guy."
Haruhi slowed her pace. "You think so?"
"I'm sure of it. Why do you think they put up that sign?"
"Whoever gets Tacky up has to bring him down." Haruhi stopped and nodded. "I guess you're right. It's not a joke. I still feel weird about sucking him off in front of everyone else, though. He's not a brigade member."
"None of the guys in the Computer Club are brigade members and Yuki sucked them all dry wearing nothing but kneepads."
"You have a point." Haruhi took a deep breath and started moving again.
"Look at the bright side," I said. "You got another name on your dick card."
"My what?"
"Your dick card. It's like a dance card but instead of logging dances it logs all the guys' dicks you sucked."
"That's not how dance cards work, Kyon. If a guy asks a popular girl to dance the next song and she's promised to another partner, she puts his name on her card so they can dance to a later song."
I shook my head. "Whatever."
Haruhi smiled.
When we got to the club room, the door's glowing smoked glass window signaled someone's presence inside. She turned and said, "I've got a ton of stuff to take care of before our campout, but we can dance later if you'd like. Will you accept a rain check?"
I felt kind of silly knowing Haruhi had seen through me like a pane glass window. "Sure." I pulled her music sheet out of my pocket, pretend-wrote a 'K' on it with my fingertip, and handed it to her.
She winked and entered the club room.