Yo! The motivation to update this time actually came from Fairy Tail.
BunchOfShenanigans wanted more, so...
Ta-da!

On Monday morning I walked into school a bit late. As I hurried through the halls to class, I heard people muttering.

"I hear she got burned the other day."

"Didn't she freak out?"

"Wow, it's not like Ame to get embarrassed."

Fan-freaking-tastic. I thought. I'll have to play it cool today to throw them off. As I turned a corner, I smacked into someone. "Watch where you're going!" I said indignantly.

"You should watch yourself, commoner." A haughty voice answered. I met the steely eyes of Seika Ayanooji, and she smiled coldly. "You wouldn't want to get hurt, now would you?"

"Get out of my way, cinnamon stick!" I pushed past her and continued on towards class, but she grabbed my hand.

"I heard about what happened yesterday. You didn't let anyone see you without your gloves, even though you were burned."

I turned back to glare at her. "Just what are you getting at, Ayanokoji?"

"You're hiding something." I stiffened, and she laughed haughtily. "I may not now what it is yet, but I'll expose you. I'm going to figure out what you're so desperate to cover up and send you back to the bottom where you belong. You may have started to climb the social ladder, but it's going to end soon. You're trash, Arashi, and you don't belong here."

With a maddening smirk, she was gone. I stood in the hall for a few minutes, fuming. The warning bell reminded me that I had places to be, and so I ran the rest of the way. With each second that passed, my senses of horror and disgust grew. I came to a stop in front of the classroom door with my fists clenched. I stalked over to my desk and sat down hard, not looking at anyone. She had no right to pry into my life. I never went out of my way to hurt her, so why is she so dead set on exposing me? I probably don't have long before she -

"Ame? Ame! Anybody in there?" A hand waved in front of my face, bringing me back to the present. I blinked and saw Kaoru staring at me. Hikaru was looking at me too, amused. "The teacher said we have an hour of free study before lessons."

I glanced around the classroom quickly, and sure enough, everyone either had their noses buried in books - which included Haruhi - or were chatting with their friends.

"You look angrier than usual." Hikaru commented. "What's up?"

I looked away for a minute, not sure how to reply. "It has to do with yesterday. Ayanokoji's on to me, and she is desperate to know what I'm hiding." I said quietly, hardly containing my fury.

"Ayanokoji? But you haven't even talked to her since you cursed her out your first week." Kaoru said, confused.

"That's what I thought. But she seems to have some sort of vendetta against me, so I'm going to have to take her seriously. Listen...I don't want to talk about it here. Get to the club room as early as you can. But for now, let's try and act like nothing happened. People already suspicious because of what happened last week."

The twins nodded. "I still can't believe Tamaki decided to go as a bounty hunter - talk about weird!" Hikaru said abruptly. Nice change of subject.

"I just want to know who got Haruhi to wear a maid outfit. She looked pissed about it!" I laughed, hoping it sounded convincing.

The twins held up their hands in unison and I rolled my eyes.

I spent the rest of our free study period talking with them about trivial things, hoping to distract anyone from the fact that I was seriously rattled. When class actually started, I didn't hear a word the professor said. I was too busy thinking.

Now, we used to live in Okinawa, and our names were different then, so it should take her at least a few days to discover anything. When she does, though, it'll take a lot to keep her quiet. She wants popularity, so I could pretend to be her friend and re-introduce her to the club...no. That look in her eyes earler had been cold and determined. She wouldn't give up easily, wouldn't stop until she new what had happened to me and spread the news all across school. How can I stop her?

Wait.

She wanted a story. Wanted me to be hiding something ugly, and wouldn't give up until she knew what it was. So I would give her a story. A cover-up, a fake. And to make her give up, it would have to be dramatic. A big reveal,where everyone, not just Ayanokoji, found out.

I know what to do now. I grinned slyly. And theatrics are the things that Kaoru and Hikaru know best

"Let's get going." I said as soon as the final bell rang. "I have an idea, and I need your help."

"Big bad Ame, asking for help. This'll be fun." Hikaru grinned.

"You shut up. This is serious." I scolded.

As the three of us started to walk out the door, a voice called from behind us. "Hey, wait up!" It was Haruhi.

"Where are you all going?" She asked, stuffing a final book in her bag and approaching. "And what do you need help for?"

"None of your business, Haruhi." I answered. "But we're going to the club room early today. See you later."

"I'll go with you. I need to get some studying done. The club is quieter than most of the libraries...at least until Tamaki gets there."

We all laughed at that. I nodded. When she's in study mode, she's blind to the world. I shouldn't have any trouble taking to the twins.

So the four of us left class together and headed upstairs. As we walked, I felt Kaoru's hand grab mine. "You're not gonna do anything dangerous, are you?" He whispered.

I shook my head. "Not dangerous. Dramatic, yes. I need yours and Hikaru's help to fool Ayanokoji."

Kaoru squeezed my hand and nodded. He seemed pleased that I wasn't going to deal with this on my own.

"Here we are!" Hikaru announced. He opened the door, but froze when he saw what was inside.

"Hikaru? Brother, what is it?" Kaoru peered over his brother's shoulder and his face fell. "Oh no..."

I glanced at Haruhi, who looked equally mystified, and shoved past them. Shock ran through me when I saw what was inside of music room three. "What the hell? It's destroyed!" I took a few steps inside and looked around with wide eyes.

The others followed me in. "Who would do this?" Haruhi whispered.

It looked like a tornado had blown past. Furniture was tipped over, vases were smashed with flowers stomped on. Tea cups lay in pieces everywhere. I glanced at my purple corner and practically growled. Paint was smeared on everything, drawings I had left behind were torn apart, and the ceramic cat I had made days ago was smashed to bits.

"Do you thin it was Aya -"

"No." I cut off Hikaru's question. "Ayanokoji hates me, not the rest of the club. She would never get her hands dirty."

"Then who the hell would go this far?" Hikaru asked angrily. "This is mad!"

I approached my corner and paused. On one of the couches, it looked lie a pillow had been torn apart. Then I spotted a scrap of orange-and-white fur. More scraps, orange, white, and black, littered the floor around it. I stamped my foot in anger. I cursed - I'd left Calla in the club room over the weekend.

"That's exactly what she is." I informed with a sense of dread. "Mad."

"If it's not Ayanokoji, then who the hell would do this?" Hikaru demanded. I was about to answer when I spotted a neatly folded piece of paper with my name on it, oddly neat in all this disarray. I picked up the letter and had to try very hard to avoid ripping it apart.

Kaoru's voice shook when he spoke. "You don't think it could have been her...do you?"

I nodded. "That's exactly who it was." I turned to face my friends, head held high. "My mother."

That's dramatic as hell, if I do say so myself.
I'm rather proud of this, I wrote it all in a day.
And the story's finally coming together!
What does the letter say? How will Ame get Ayanokoji off her back?
WILL I EVER UPDATE AGAIN?
Stay tuned, little stars! The next chapter's gonna be a bundle of feels!