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((After School))
Hana was in a better mood now, and was joking around with Kaida and Camillia.
"Want to go to my house to do homework?" Hana offered. She did this partly to help take her mind off of him and partly because she knew that that three was always better than one.
"Sure!" The two said in unison. They then proceeded to phone their parents about their whereabouts. Hana smiled and also got out her phone to call someone at home to let them know that her friends would be coming too.
She saw a person come in front of her in the corner of her eye. It was clearly a guy, since the pastel blue almost had a shine to it. "Kitsude-san." The familiar voice stated. Her heart dropped and her eyes widened, still looking down at her phone, not wanting to acknowledge Kyouya standing there.
"Do you need a ride?" He asked, moving his head lower so he could see her face. She felt her breathing go faster and soon the flight or fight syndrome took over.
"COME ON WE HAVE TO GO NOW!!" She jumped and grabbed Kaida and Camillia and ran with them all the way home.
"Hey! Wait!!" They both called behind her, breathless. But Hana fervently shook her head no and didn't look back, for fear that he'd be following them.
Meanwhile Kyouya had stayed right where he was and watched them run away. He put his hands in his pockets, and with one, pulled out his cell phone. "Yes i'm ready to go home now." He told the maid on the other line. "Yes thank you, i'll be waiting."
He moved to the curb and got out his laptop while he waited. On the outside he appeared calm. But on the inside, his mind was racing 200 miles a minute.
"You know why she did that. And you know that you're not being honest with her, the Host Club, or yourself for that matter." The black limo pulled up and He shut the laptop closed, as if to also end his thoughts. The chauffer got out and bowed to him.
"I'm sorry sir, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." Kyouya sighed to himself and got into the car. "Not long enough, really."
((At the Ootori Mansion))
Sitting in his room, on his bed, he looked out the picture window at the street below. Waves of students came by, some walking home, others stopping to admire his house and remark that "Oh it's the guy that's in the host club..You know. Ootori-san."
Kyouya rolled his eyes and turned on his side facing the wall. He had homework, but he was avoiding it. He replayed the memories in his head like an old time picture show:
"Nice to meet you too."
"Do you dance, Kitsude-san?"
"A bit. But really I-" He had swept her off her feet, literally. She was so shy..and yet so naive.
"You pulled that off quite nicely- for a rank beginner."
He had left the ball that night with no further expectations. She was just another girl. But his heart began to say otherwise. He wouldn't tell a soul. He bottled it up. Until that one day... when they were paired for the project.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Yeah. Our families are business partners and we danced together at that ball."
"Oh yes I remember. You weren't very good at the waltz." Of course he remembered her.
What was he doing? No...this is what he always did.
"And I remember how different your personality is around your father." If anything, this was his fondest memory of her. Nobody had ever tried to come up with a rebuttal let alone a good one.
"Please open up Kyouya-kun..I-I can't keep lying to myself." He stood up and got out his homework, sitting at his desk.
"Friends..nothing more." He told himself. But it was getting hard to stick to that promise...He slammed down his pencil. He put his face in his hands for the second time that day. He was tired of fighting it.
"Maybe..I do have feelings for this girl." He cursed himself for the fact that the others were right. "Tomorrow i'm going to settle this once and for all."