I'm sorry for it taking so long! I've been focusing on certain stories which didn't give me time to work on others. The chapter is going to be short, so I'm sorry and things will, hopefully, go back to normal in the next chapter. I need this story to have a break after this even though I just updated…

This is supposed to be a present, as in, I'm trying to update as many stories on Christmas. Today's the 22nd and this is only the 2nd story I'm on to finish….

Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou wa Maid Sama.

I was now at my part time job. The job was pretty much relaxing since I could make people smile, but then my stress builds up easily. Finishing up, there was the last customer and I just happened to be the person free.

"Welcome, Mas-" I started. But when I lifted my head from bowing, I saw someone I wished to have never seen.

"You're-" we both say at the same time. The person in front of me was Takumi Walker.

"Why are you here?" I asked, grudgingly.

"Wow, I didn't expect someone like you to work here."

"Eh? Takumi is there a problem?" says one behind him, acting innocently.

"Tora…" I knew that I had forgotten something. But then seeing Tora, I remembered that I had to tell the school about my part-time job.

"Ayuzawa? Never knew you worked here," says Tora, with an evil glint in his eye. He was even smiling. What was he thinking? He was just as suspicious as his smile was.

"WELL," I said, bowing again and smiling while hiding my frustration and irritation. "What would you like to order?" I put two menus on their table.

"Hmm. It's been a long time since I've been somewhere so cheap. What are you going to order, Takumi?" asked Tora.

"Don't call me Takumi. I'll order the chocolate strawberry parfait," he says not even facing Tora.

"How mean! I'll get the same thing then~" he says. As I walk away all I can hear is something like, "Then can I call you Taku-taku? What about Walker-kun? How about Kumi-kun?" I get more irritated the more I can hear those two.

I come out of the kitchen with the two desserts on a tray.

"Here are your two chocolate strawberry parfaits," I say slamming the glasses on the table.

"Ah, thankyou Misa-chan," says Tora, smiling again. I would punch him, but only in my head, because if I did, the manager would probably tell me off. I leave the two in silence and feel the familiar stare at my back.

"Stop staring at me Usui," I say.

"Usui?" says Takumi Walker. I burn up in embarrassment. I kept thinking that he was Usui. Could he be like a reincarnation of him, with glasses and brown hair?

"Hm…" Tora was interested. What was with him?

"What?" I asked.

"Do you realise that you haven't told me about your part time job?" he asked.

"Oh!" I just remembered. "Well you know now, so it's fine." I quickly turn away and go to serve other people.

~~~ Normal POV ~~~
"Do you know Usui?" asked Takumi Walker. He knew, even if he'd just met Misaki, that she wouldn't call someone carelessly another name, unless she was troubled.

"He's a dead man."

"I know. I've only been told that and that I look like him," he said. "Wouldn't it be surprising, if I was him."

Tora's eye twitched. He was going to find out sooner or later, so he may as well tell him.

"Well, let's say that Usui was you. Now what can you do? He's dead. No one knows that you're him except for me. What do you say? And realise that though my company is weaker than your family's, I still have enough power to have one certain person to be kicked out of school, home, put into debt and everything."

"Misaki is a person I like," Takumi said getting angry.

"Good for you. Anyways, you've probably liked her since you first met her before you were hospitalised, however, if she finds out, then she's getting the boot," said Tora. They had both finished eating and as soon as Misaki came they stopped talking.

"The bill," she said giving them the bill. They paid and Misaki instantly knew something was wrong.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'M SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER. I already said in the beginning, but I'm sorry. I need to work on others, so I had to end it off there.

Sorry and thank you for reading, Zaira Swift.

Merry Christmas everyone!