SORRY~! I haven't been on in like... EVER~! So, in the course of an hour, Imma upload like three chapters... I hope... So Yeah... ENJOY!
And... Maybe a review of two would be amazing... Pwease?
Weeks went by. Things were normal for a while well, at least as normal as possible. Weekly phone calls from Rora, weekly torments from guys... Ya know? Until now somebody had managed to get on Kyoya's bad side... Which is EXTREMELY bad... For me... Cause I'm that someone... Let's just say I read his black book... And he noticed...( Mind you, the information he keeps on me is creepy~!) He wasn't too pleased. He somehow managed to get pictures of my falling on the ice, at a national performance. Surprise. Not. ( I swear to you, the ice had a crack in it! If it wasn't there I would have won! ) And Kyoya blackmailed me into the host club...
"Kyoya. Seriously. I've been here like a week, can I leave now?" I asked him, clearly annoyed with the twins yanking on my hair and poking at my body.
"Are you seriously asking me this?" He taunted.
"Yeah, now answer." I snapped.
"Well, since you boosted our profits by 12% what do you think?" He snapped his laptop shut and stared at me quizzically.
"If I'm stuck, then I hate you, you rich bastard. " I answered.
"Remember, money is power. And I have tons of money." Kyoya gloated.
"..." I glared at him then walked back to the kitchen and he popped his laptop back up and started working again as if I was not important. When I reached the kitchen I mumbled to myself, -Unaware that Mori was right there.- "Who's he to gloat? 'Money means power, and I have tons of money.' He's so God damn heartless!" When I quoted Kyoya, I sneered.
When I finally noticed Mori-senpai, he looked... approving. "Kyoya?" He asked in his usual one word manner.
"How'd ya know?" I asked my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I just know." Mori cracked me a tiny smile, genuine and knowing and tapped his forehead. I smiled back and continued on with my day, as happily as I could. All I really do is sit between the twins and wait for the day to be over, or for them to stop pulling on my hair and poking my sides... I'm good with which ever comes first.