Author's Note: Alright, well I changed my mind again. I'm afraid this chapter would be to long if I finished the story out with this one chapter, so I cut it in two… again. I realize that you all are probably ready to read the end, and be done with the long waits in between updates. But, I swear, the chapter after this WILL be the last one.

I realize that I misspelled Yukimura's name in the first chapter. I gave myself a slap on the wrist and it won't happen again.

Please enjoy the chapter, and I PROMISE the ending will be up in a week. Thank you(:

Disclaimer: I do not own Maid-Sama or any of its characters. They belong to their respective creator.

Japanese Word List:

Konbonwa – Good Evening

Kaichou – President

Baka – Idiot

Chiizu – Cheese

Uchu-Jin – Alien Person

Hentai – Pervert

Dani – Good for nothing

Hai – Yes

Chapter 3:

"Konbonwa, Kaichou."

I swallowed thickly as I stared at him; the baka that had dragged me into this. I was suddenly aware of how my hands suddenly felt sweaty. Odd.

"Usui," I said with a nod in his direction.

Manager clapped her hands together promptly, as if trying to squish the awkwardness between her hands.

"Alright," she said happily. "Time for a picture!"

Suddenly, Manager was beside me, toting me over to the stairway, Usui following behind her, his hands stuffed inside his pockets like usual. I could feel my blush grow as Manager positioned me on the stairs and Usui went to stand behind me, his hands set lightly on my hips.

"Say chiizu!" Manager squealed happily, situating her sleek black digital camera in the best place.

I whimpered slightly as Usui placed his chin on my head, his arms snaking around my waste just as the flash light up. My face was on fire as he stepped away, making his way to the bottom of the flight of stairs.

I attempted to hide my eyes and face with my hair, the task easily accomplished with my excess curls escaping from my ponytail.

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he said, "Are you okay, Kaichou?"

I nodded sharply, my hands fisting at my sides. I was so disgusted with myself for letting him affect me like this so early into the night, or at all, for that matter! He snorted amusedly and I looked up at him, hoping that my blush had faded some.

When I met his gaze, he was searching my eyes in that way he always did. I looked away briefly, making my way towards the door.

"Come on, Baka Usui," I said, not turning to see if he was following me. "We're going to be late."

"But I thought you didn't want to go to the dance, Kaichou," he said, suddenly a step behind me as I made my way for the door.

I stopped and turned to face him. At first I was baffled as to why he hadn't hit me as close as he'd been following me, but then I remembered the obvious answer. He's Usui.

"I don't want to go, baka," I said. "But if I'm being dragged into this, I don't want to make a bad impression and be late."

He smiled softly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"Kaichou and her impressions," he tisked.

I looked up at him harshly, my annoyance boiling to the surface.

"Yes, something you certainly don't worry about." I saw the slightest falter in his smirk, just the tiniest drop in the curve of his lips, but it was gone so fast, I dismissed it as nothing.

"Come on," I said with a dejected sigh. "Let's get this over with."

I made my way to the door, waving at Manager before walking out into the cool evening. When I stopped on the front porch, I looked around. I had expected to see a fancy car, or a limosien, even. Something extravagant. But when I stepped outside and looked around, I saw… nothing.

"Usui," I said, half turning to look at him. He looked over at me in response, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Where's our ride?"

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, which pissed me off to no end.

"What do you mean? Do you not know or do you not care?" I asked, my voice raised. He diverted his eyes from me and wouldn't meet my gaze. "Well?" I pressed.

"I thought we'd walk," he said, suddenly meeting my eyes. I could feel my retort catch in my throat and my cheeks heat up. How was it that he could make my face set on fire and my stomach twist with one look? He was a baka uchu-jin, he wasn't supposed to be able to do that!

"Walk? That will take forever, you baka!" I said, balling my hands into fists.

"You could always ride on my back."

I stared up at him, a mortified expression on my face.

"Hentai!" I yelled. "That is so inappropriate! I'm in a dress, and even if I weren't that would still be unacceptable!"

"I could always ride on your back instead," he stated simply.

"What is wrong with you?"

"I thought you didn't want to be late?"

I groaned in frustration. What did I get myself into, I mean, really?

"I don't, you baka, but I can't get there without a way of transportation." I said, pronouncing each syllable slowly.

"Had to slow down to say that big word, huh Kaichou?"

"Can we just go now?" I asked, trying to avoid fighting with this moron, especially this early into the night.

"We have to wait for the ride to get here."

"I thought you said there was no ride?" I yelled. A few birds, startled, flew away from the nearby tree.

"I never said there was no ride," he said, leaning against the door. "I just said I thought we'd walk."

Why, that impossible, perverted, underhanded—

Suddenly, there was a horn honk, cutting off my thoughts instantly. I turned to look at the sparkly red car that sat in the road, idling as it waited for us.

"I-is this our ride?" I asked, turning to look at him. But when I looked behind me, he was already gone. I whirled around and looked at the car, Usui already waiting by the door for me.

I walked slowly down the walkway and over to the car, unsure of every step. I walked until I stood in front of him. He nodded at me before turning and opening the door for me, a hand gesturing for me to enter the vehicle.

"Ladies first," he said, a smirk playing on his features.

I stood up straighter, looked him in the eye and made my way into the car, mumbling the softest "arigato" before he shut the door.

I waited as he made his way around the vehicle, all the while looking out of the window. When he opened the door, I still kept my gaze out of the window, trying not to look at him.

Soon, the trees and houses outside my window started to move and slowly drift away. I turned to look at him, suddenly noticing what he was wearing as the late evening sunlight filtered in through the tinted windows.

He had on a pair of dress pants, a purple tie hanging around his neck. He had a long sleeve grey dress shirt on, the fabric wrinkled slightly. His hair was gelled back, his green eyes diverted as they glanced out of the window.

He looked over at me, my face lighting up at the thought of being caught looking. I twined my fingers together in my lap and stared down at them.

"It's not polite to stare, Prez," he said tauntingly.

I looked up at him, glaring daggers at his audacity.

"Then why do you do it if it's so rude?" I bit back, my words coming out hateful. Good.

"I'm a perverted alien, remember?" he retorted playfully. "I can stare all I want."

I looked away from him again, grumbling under my breath about perverted aliens and cruel and unusual punishment.

…

When I stepped out of the car, I looked around, amazed with the work the student council had placed into decorating the gym, inside and out. The gates that surrounded the school were covered in festive purple ribbons, cream streams of ribbons falling down to complete it. The actual school had a similar style. There was a booth for photos on the side lawn, couples starting to line up for their pictures.

Thank God we already had our picture taken, I thought to myself, relieved.

"Coming, Kaichou?" Usui asked bemusedly, his head tilted slightly in the direction of the school. I felt the annoying heat rush to my cheeks, nodding to try and conceal it – even though I was sure he'd already seen it.

I stood up, ignoring the hand he extended toward me. He stuffed it in his pants pocket, unusually cooperative. I made a motion with my hand for him to continue walking, following behind him when he took the hint and made his way for the school.

I forced myself to face forward, trying to block out the whispers and giggles that came from some of the girls as we walked by. Some were about Usui, others about me. The majority were centered around us. The blush quickly returned to my face, and I was forever thankful I was behind Usui.

Well, maybe not forever.

Usui stopped walking suddenly, my face making contact with his back. I instinctively put my hands up and pushed myself off of him, only to watch him turn around and look at me over his shoulder. That amused smirk of his was playing on the corners of his lips.

No, I wasn't completely mortified. Not at all.

I quickly pulled my arms and tucked them around my chest, my palms burning.

"Let people know when you're going to stop walking, dani!" I quipped. He raised an eyebrow at me, that smirk still hinting on his face.

"Maybe you should let people know when you're about to run into them," he retorted before continuing to walk. Why the nerve!

I stood there, my arms still crossed tightly over my chest. I stuck my nose indignantly in the air, an annoyed snort finishing the stance.

"You do realize the party is inside the school, right?" Usui taunted, not even looking back at me. I refused to answer his question, keeping hold of my position. "And you do realize that if you don't come by yourself, that means I'll have to intervene?" He continued, stopping, but still not looking back.

"And what exactly does that involve?" I asked, curiosity hinting in my voice.

"I might just have to pick you up and carry you inside," he told me, looking over his shoulder, mischief glittering in his green eyes.

"That will not be necessary," I said, the blush returning. I forced myself to march forward. I kept marching even when I passed him. Part of me hoped he was following, another part desperately wished he would stay out in the cold.

When I came to the open double doors of the gym entrance, I came to an abrupt halt, my mouth open as I took in the glory that was once our gym that always smelled of sweaty men.

The lights were dimmed and colored lights danced around the room. There were purple and cream ribbons laced through the metal rafters and along the walls, the purple ribbons tied into bows and hung in the corners. Music poured from the speakers that sat in the front of the gym, the room vibrating with the bass. Couples and single persons danced in a mass at the center of the gym, a few groups standing on the side, sipping out of paper cups.

"The school council did a good job, huh?" Usui said as he suddenly appeared behind me.

"Hai," I said, nodding slightly.

"Well, come on," he said, taking my hand in his. "It's a dance, not a stand around."

I cursed my blush for the eighteenth – scratch that, twentieth – million time. But, I allowed him to drag me into the crowded room.

More stares and whispers were sent our way, and I became hyperaware of the heat that was pressed against my hand. I tried to pry my hand free, trying to escape the glances. But, like I expected, he simply held my hand tighter, obviously sending the message 'I've got you, and you're not getting away'.

Tonight felt as if it was going to be long. And it hadn't even started yet.