"Holy freaking hell."
That was the first thing Amour said when she returned to her dorm room. Had her roommate, Alice, been present and not at dance practice, the German girl probably would have said something similar.
Actually, seeing as Alice was the club's VP, Amour only had to look over half of these applications.
Shit, that would still take until the late hours of the night.
So Amour, being the ever-so-graceful and polite, proper lady she'd been raised to be, ran away from the mountain of forms screaming bloody murder.
Once she was out of the building and in the safety of a random tree on the edge of campus, she took her iPhone out of her jeans pocket and dialed a semi-familiar cell phone number.
It picked up on the fifth ring, the person on the other end growling "What do you want?"
"You did this!" Amour hissed into the phone.
"What are you talking about and why can't it wait until morning?"
"Kyoya Ootori, you are going to die. Why the hell did you do it? There's no way that over a hundred girls would apply to join a hostess club! What. Did. You. Do?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he replied, already moving to hang up the phone.
"Don't lie to-" she stopped when she heard the click that meant he'd hung up.
Hey people, I'm so glad that you like the story so far :) I still need a Cool Type and a Wild Type, so please don't hesitate to submit one or the other. A pair of twins would be cool too. I love twins ^.^