This story is almost done… yay.

I'm watching funny videos on YouTube. I like Muffins, Shoes, and Love Letters. Haha.

And I'm also eating tacos.

Yay.

I finished Haitoku no Jounetsu. It is 13 chapters. All are full of angst. I am mostly just telling this to Debbie, because I know we are both very excited for it. I don't know whether to rate it T or M yet though. I guess I'll have to ask you guy's opinions on that... I'm excited for it!

Secret Twelve

Secret Number Twelve: I'm a bad liar.

I guess it's just because I'd rather tell the truth.

It was Tuesday's gym class, the day before presentations. Still refusing to dance, I sat on the sidelines against the wall. I would've been in the nurse's office, but she had told me that there wasn't anything the least bit wrong with me and if I didn't stop arguing I would be late for class.

Yuki had told me that the day before, Makato and Sari had willingly done the dance we had planned at my house. But that was only because I wasn't there, and YUKI had taught it to them.

Now they were refusing to dance, as was I.

Tomo and Fuku were still too embarrassed to look at me, but everyone once in a while Yuki would shoot a glance in my direction.

It was amusing listening to Makato and Sari's argument. Somehow, they had found out that I was the one that had made up the dance, and now didn't want any part of it.

"You're so stupid, Tomo!" Makato shrieked, which, although it wasn't a lie, it still wasn't a very nice thing to say.

"Makato-chan, Sari-chan, does it really matter who made up the dance? We all know it, it's simple enough, and presentations are tomorrow."

There goes Yuki again, trying to be the nice guy.

"Yes it does! The dance is stupid… and I hate that stupid little whore!" Makato pointed a finger at me that wasn't all very threatening. I didn't really care, though, because the moment the last word was out of her mouth, Yuki, Tomo, and Fuku were glaring at Makato with such intensity that I was almost scared.

"Don't you ever talk about Eri that way again," Yuki commanded, crossing his arms.

"Yeah! Or you'll have to deal with me, bitch!" Tomo declared, punching his fist into his hand.

"Me too!" Fuku decided, throwing a fist in the air.

Were things… looking up? I had a long talk with my mom about all that had happened the night before, Yuki spent every minute he could talking to me, and I had two other guys who were willing to defend me in the hideous, make-up coated face of evil?

"We will not stand for this!" Sari bellowed as if all of these guys that were undoubtly larger than her were intimidated.

"SENSEI!" Makato hollered across the gym as if her life depended on it. Of course, the whole gym had heard and was staring at our group.

Sensei, dreading it obviously, jogged over to our group. She immediately noticed me on the floor. "Rena! You hurt?"

"No, I—"

That was all I could get out, because Makato and Sari burst over with "Tomo called me a bitch," "Eri won't do anything," and "Nobody will listen to us."

"HOLD ON!" Sensei yelled at the bickering puke. "Calm down, everyone! Now, will somebody please tell me why Rena is on the ground?"

"Makato and Sari won't do the dance because Eri made it up!" Tomo blurted out.

"…Eri is on the floor because she refuses to dance," Yuki said quietly.

"See, Sensei! Eri refuses! Fail her!" Makato shrieked.

Fail. Shudder.

"It's more than that, Sensei, it's fa—personal stuff," Yuki tried to explain, and Tomo and Fuku immediately looked embarrassed upon remember Saturday.

"Rena, you got a mouth?" Sensei barked at me.

"Yes," I replied.

"Then use it."

"Well… nobody wanted to do Makato and Sari's dance except for Makato and Sari… so the four of us made up our own. Yesterday those two were fine with it, but today they found out that I made it up and refuse to have any part in it."

"And why are you refusing to dance?"

I blushed. "Because…"

"Sensei, may I talk to Eri in the hall for a minute?" Yuki put in quickly.

"Hurry," Sensei crossed her arms, and Yuki grabbed my wrist and led me out the door and Tomo and Makato continued arguing.

"Do you still refuse to dance?" Yuki asked quietly once the gym door was close. The hallway was completely empty.

"Yes," I replied, knowing that he was far too close to me than was allowed during school hours.

"The presentations are tomorrow."

"I know."

Yuki bit his lip, "You know you're going to fail if you don't dance, right?"

"Right."

My eyes darted around the hallway, trying to avoid eye contact. There was a girl with a cell phone at the end of the hall, watching everything we did.

"Is there any way I can persuade you, Eri? We really need your help."

He was getting closer, and that girl was still staring. That's when I saw her gold badge. Motoko Minagawa, Prince Yuki Sohma Fan Club president.

"No," I said firmly. "Why do you care so much anyway?"

"Because I love you, Eri. And it would be a waste to give your dancing up."

A chill went down my spine. "There somebody watching us," I hissed.

"Let them see," Yuki whispered, and I wasn't sure if he meant I should let that girl see him kiss me, or if I should let the whole class see me dance. Whichever, his lips were against mine, the girl was running back down the hallway, and my happy day automatically went to the brown note.

Yay for Yuki OOC-ness!