Hello dear readers,

I am so sorry I could't update earlier! Lots of things kept me going one, including adjusting to a new school and such. One of my dear reviewers asked me if Tora-kun, Shintani, moron trio and etc. will be appear in my story. My answer is yes! However, I do have some later plans for Tora-kun. Nevertheless, the san baka will be in this chapter.

For those of you interested, I started a new 5-shot (don't even know if that's a word) called 50 Things I Hate About Usui Takumi, a quirky, funny little something I began just for enjoyment. Check it out if you like.

Happy reading,

KW

Part Time Jobs & Idiot Trouble

Misaki would have slept for the entire day... the afternoon sun slowly burned her butt. Awake, she studied for her exams two weeks ahead. She didn't really have anything to do, since it was the weekend. Normally, the guys would probably do sports or go out clubbing. She shuddered in disgust.

Then, her eyes diverted towards the empty bed next to her. Walker. He's disappeared into thin air again. It was her second week at Seika, and everday, Walker would either skip ditch school or go off somewhere she didn't bother to know. He had always been a weird guy, one second he was gone, the next he would appear right in front of you, and the next he would he would be harassing- or in this case, being exceptional touchy with her.

Misaki concluded that either he was gay or he some outer space alien.

But as the rumors about how Takumi Walker ditches school to sleep with women outside spread, she decided to go with the latter.

Misaki frowned about the thought of thinking about him. Why would I care if he slept around with sluts? I have more important business to attend to myself.

With that thought in mind, she opened her laptop that Gerard provided her and started to do some research on her "target." As soon as she typed in T-A, Takumi Walker immediately popped up.

What the heck? How does this guy even live with all these paparazzi chasing him? He's more like some playboy superstar than a-

Her eyes stopped.

Takumi Walker, the hot topic that has been currently trending for many years, has unsuprisingly succeeded signing the contract deal for a new project with the Hashimoto Inc.

Takumi Walker seen at Josephine's!

Takumi Walker at Seika High.

Takumi Walker newest updates!

Takumi Walker's Award History!

Takumi Walker Facebook Fanpage with over 80 Million Likes

Takumi Walker Twitter Fanclub

Takumi Walker newest updates on Instagram

Takumi Walker-

Misaki slammed her laptop shut and and crawled back onto her bed. Am I dreaming? Why do I don't I feel honored to sleep in the same room as a celebrity?

She rubbed her eyes and began to wash up. A dream, she thought, a dream.

Misaki went jogging to keep her figure fit. With her natural so called, "beansprout" height, she cannot endure more teasing about being a "fat Beansprout."

Recently, Walker became cold. Just a few days ago, the stupid alien threatened to throw her out because she couldn't remain at 15 dB.

Flashback

Misaki: What kind of rule is that?

Walker: It's my rule.

Misaki: So? You can't kick me out just because my voice rose up more than a whisper! Don't you know how hard it is to keep at 15 dB?!

Walker: That's what a grumpy old grandma would say.

Misaki (fuming): Still! Who says you can have a room all buy yourself?

Walker: I said it.

Misaki: Tch. Like hell I care about what you say. I'm staying right here.

Walker (poker face): Oi, move. You're like a speck of dust on my newly cleaned toilet seat.

Misaki (fuming again): I've had enough with your damned insults! First you compare me to a beansprout, now you're comparing me to a toilet seat?!

Walker: ...

Misaki: I'm staying right here.

Walker: I said move.

Misaki: Who are you to tell me to what to do? Do I look like your cat or something?

Walker (pets her head): Good girl, say meow.

Misaki: What the he- Wait, did you just say "girl?!"

Walker (nods): ...

Misaki: ...

Awkward silence~

Walker: That's because you're short and fight like a grandma.

Misaki (sighs in relief): Oh. I see.

Walker: Are you moving or not?

Misaki: Over my dead body, blondie.

Walker (scoops her up and throws her out): ...

After approximately three fights similar to this one, Misaki and Walker signed a contract. Although, Misaki was not very happy when she was he "Volume must not be over 15 dB" rule on the contract.

As Misaki jogged with her earphones on with classical music, she felt the music in one of her ears become silent. She turned left and found Ostrich boy, also known as Sakurai Kuuga, wearing her left earphone.

"Yo shorty," he greeted.

Misaki was slightly irritated and grabbed back her earphones.

"Never knew you like this kind of stuff," he indicated to her indicated.

"At least I don't bob my head like an idiot and scream like a maniac and call it music," Misaki coolly replied and jogged ahead.

Kuuga caught up soon and began bugging her again.

"Dude. Why do I feel like you're trying to flirt with me? Are you sure you're not gay?"

Kuuga shut up. And Misaki jogged ahead. After jogging about four miles, Misaki sat down on a bench and replenished her thirst with a bottle of water. She sat and rubbed her sour muscles.

A breeze blew her hair and afraid that her wig might fall off, she hugged her head tightly. An another unexpected event happened; Misaki was slapped right in the face with a piece of paper.

Ouch.

Furious, Misaki grabbed the piece of paper and was about to rip it in half, until she found... an available part time job.

"Hey there, babe." Some random gangster dude blocked Misaki's way. Misaki went to the right side of him to resume her path, but he blocked it. She went to the left, but he blocked her again.

"You seem lonely, wanna join us?" Another two guys appeared into the scene.

"Move."

"Ha. You have quite an attitude, don't you?"

Misaki sighed impatiently.

"What's this? You're sighing?" He raised his brow.

"I don't want to repeat it again. Move." Misaki said calmly.

The guys snorted.

Misaki tried to walk away, but the guys blocked her once again. Misaki rolled her eyes at the leader.

"You seriously don't understand human language do you?" Misaki cocked her head. "Move." Misaki made a relaxed hand gesture with a wave.

"You little-" One of the guys in the back started but the leader put his hand up.

"You don't really seem to know us, don't you?"

"Do I look like I care?" Misaki asked, annoyed.

"I am Shirakawa Naoya, the son of-" Before he could finish, Misaki smack her fist into the guy's jaw and looked her watch.

"A bitch," Misaki finished for him. "Ugh... I wasted two minutes on these idiots." She then walked out of the way, leaving a sprawled Shakira kiwi or whatever his name was, on the floor.

"Oi, boss! Boss! Boss!" The other two yelled while helping their boss up.

Misaki sprinted out the alleyway, with her full "Misaki-chan" get up.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm so late for my interview.

Misaki closed the doors of the newly opened Maid Latte. Sighed. And stretched. What she saw inside was beyond her imagination... Manager who hired her: Hyoudou Satsuki, Head Chief: Subaru, Assistant Manager: Honoka, Server Director: Erika.

Misaki nearly turned straight out after walking in.

Who would have thought her former teachers were now her... new bosses?

Again, I apologize for not updating as fast. Hope you enjoyed this chapter~

-KW