"Your friends seem….nice." Great. Mr. Grayson was trying to make small talk. About the twins.
"Yeah. They can be really annoying though. As you could probably imagine." I rolled my eyes just thinking of what they could possibly be doing right now. An image of digging themselves out with spoons come to mind.
"Awe, cut them some slack, their just being overprotective because they care." He looked at me and smiled. Great, now I'm blushing. I turned my head, eager to change the subject. He, apparently, was not so eager. "I bet you three are besties. Do everything together? Go on crazy adventures? Stuff that besties do. I can see it now. Ouran's very own Three Amigos!" He laughed and smiled stupidly at his own joke.
"Um, we aren't like that. At all. Ever." I looked at him and widened my eyes for emphasis.
"Really? Because from what I've heard, a certain club had lots of misadventures. And the three of you are part of that. But I suppose if anything, it would be the Seven Amigos, huh?" I sighed and rolled my head. So much for a clean start. Of course he'd heard of the club. I bet the teachers warned him to stay away from the crazy members at all costs.
"Whatever. Look, Mr. Grayson," I stopped outside a set a huge wooden doors. "I love the club and all, but it gives me a headache thinking about them all. And besides, we're at the library and I have pounds of calculus work to do by Friday. Thanks for walking me here. Say hi to Ms. Lottie for me." I pushed open the huge doors and started to walk inside. I heard Mr. Grayson huff to himself and follow me into the library. He was nice and all, but I really did have work to get done. I looked around to find and open table and plopped my books down. Sliding into the chair, I began to look at the masses of calculus I had to get done. I was smart, I knew that, but math was never a strong suit of mine. And now, I had to practically teach myself the hardest math. But I couldn't let my grades drop, I needed the scholarship. I really didn't want to leave Ouran. I sighed and began to plow through the assignments.
"….." I looked at the first assignment for the twelfth time. "What the hell!" I muttered a little too loudly to myself. This isn't real math, it couldn't be. What the actual flock was I supposed to do with this homework. And what the fudge was this about 3-Dimensional shapes in math. Boy, did I miss the wrong week. I suppose I could stay for lessons, but then I would miss the Host Club. And most teachers leave right after school. I slumped onto the desk, pushing the math as far away as my arms would push. I wonder how many times I would have to bash my head against the table for me to actually die.
"Fujioka? Are you okay?" Awesome, Mr. Grayson to the rescue. No, wait! He was good at math!
"This math is kicking my butt right now. I literally have absolutely no idea what is going on. At all." I looked up only to see he had already sat down and began going through the first assignment.
"Here, let me help you. I just so happen to be somewhat of a genius, you know." He smirked a little and winked. I sat up and looked at what he was holding out to me. "See this equation here? It uses the Riemann Sum. That's the one with the rectangles. Used to measure the area under the curve? Any of this ringing a bell?"
"A little. Go on, I can catch up." I squinted at the book, determined to learn, even if it meant at the hands of an intern. "I'm a pretty fast learner, Mr. Grayson."
"Please, Fujioka, call me Dick. I am a student, too. And I hate the Mr. thing. Way too formal." He smiled and winked again. He was right. Formal, he was not.
"Dick? Really? I thought your name was Richard?"
"Dick is short for Richard." He smirked, and I knew he wanted to crack some joke. Probably about how Dick may be short for Richard, but don't let that give you the wrong impression. But he didn't. And seeing him try to be polite brought a smile to my face and I found myself giggling for no reason. "What's so funny? Are you making fun of my name? And here I thought you were a respectable honor student!" He pretended to pout and held up the text book to shield his face. I pulled it down and he instantly made a goofy face.
"Fine, if I'm calling you Dick, you're calling me Haruhi." His eyes flashed for only a brief second. But it was too fast for me to be able to make out what went on. He smiled a brilliant smile again and nodded.
"Deal. So, back to areas under curves?"
"Ack!"
ALERT. THIS IS A MISSING PERSONS ALERT. THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE HAVE BEEN LISTED AS MISSING. SHOULD YOU SEE ANY OF THE PEOPLE WHOSE PICTURES WILL BE SHOWN DURING THE BROADCAST, PLEASE CALL THE NUMBER LISTED AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN. IN ORDER OF DATE OF DISAPPEARANCE, HERE IS A LIST OF MISSING PERSONS.
"Turn it off."
"….. Is that me? I'm missing?"
"That's me! And that's you!"
"But how?"
"I said. Turn. It. Off."
"You! Who are you?"
"Why are we here?"
"C'mon, let's get out of here!"
"I can't! It's not working!"
"Me either! What's wrong with us! Are we-"
"I feel so weak.."
"I think… I'm… gonna… pass… out.."
"Took you long enough. Now turn off the TV. And get rid of it. We don't need more memories flooding back. You almost lost control. Again."
"I gained it back. Barely though. Consider the TV gone."
"Good."