Disclaimer: I do not own Maid Sama! I do own my OCs

Tsuikiko had images of all the horrid things that Tora could possibly do to her. She came up with the perfectly logical fantasy of the class beings on the beach and Tora drowning her or throwing a lobster at her face. While the adult moderators were giving instructions of the upcoming activities, she was stressing. Now, it wasn't very like Tsuikiko to stress out over something as trivial as this. A boy, a matter of fact. She was stressed out over her grades, the trip, and the weather that was 300 fucking degrees.

Tsuikiko shifted her weight between legs in the mass of other students. Her slouchy tee was tucked into high-waisted shorts and paired with a pair of flip flops. She looked among her fellow participants and noticed their useless, but high end clothing. Most were wearing Channel cardigans and Michael Kors flats with a Louis Vutton cross body bag slung over their chest. She automatically rolled her eyes. Tsuikiko was not poor in the very least, just found it futile to buy such items that would have no direct benefit to her. She found them to be excessive.

"I would like to invite you to now check the bulletin board in the dinning hall. Dismissed."

Tsuikiko put her thumbs in her pockets and strolled over to the board in no rush. Multiple trios of girls sped and pushed through the crowd while holding one another's hand, praying that they were in the same group.

She finally made it to the posted papers and scanned for her name. Group D. She decided not to waste time on finding out who else she knew of that was in the group and hurried to get out of the clump of overly excited bodies.

Dinner was simple. There was a large bowl of rice that was passed around the tables and you took what you could finish. Tsuikiko sat with strangers and stayed out of their conversations. The group seemed to know each other well and would casually try to get her to talk with failure following. The third years accepted the fact that their younger didn't want to get involved and only spoke to her when the food was being handed off to one another.

"How much rice do you want?"

She looked up at the face that asked her, "Probably half of what you have," pointing to her neighbor's portions.

He looked down at his plate and laughed. "Tiny stomach," he spoke to himself.

She nodded towards the plate, "Doubt you're gonna finish that."

"I can finish anything," he said, scooping up the rice onto her plate. "Jiro, by the way."

"Tsuikiko…what's your family name?"

She had always had a thing for last names. She felt that you could never start to know a person without knowing something as basic as their full name.

He handed the rice bowl to the girl across from him. "Well, what's yours?"

She wanted to tell him to answer first, but figured he wasn't going to give up. "Mizushima Tsuikiko."

He picked up his chopsticks and began eating the egg in front of him. "Chiro Jiro."

She smiled at the rhyme his name entailed and began to eat her own meal.

Once dinner was finished, her table bid goodbyes and she talked with the boy she now called Ji-Chi for a long time later. They hit it off pretty well. They mainly talked about him, since she doesn't open up to just anyone. He has a girlfriend who goes to an all girls school in Shibuya, his mother is the largest loan shark in Japan, he can do a backflip, and is a certified scuba instructor.

"So, what do you do?" He nudged her in the shoulder and pressed further. "You have to do at least something in this world of Miyabigaoka."

She thought of the risky events in her life that might slip and tucked them neatly away in the back of her mind. "I ride a motorcycle and I'm begin forced on this damned trip for a grade that I can't afford to drop."

She smiled the most cringe worthy smile she could muster.

Ji-Chi looked her in the eyes like he had advice to help her get through this week of struggles. After a moment of deep silence he spoke. "Rough."

Tsuikiko slapped him in the arm and slipped out from under the table.

He continued laughing at her agony and covered his hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorr- ha." The laughing wouldn't stop.

"Yeah, I know. Go to bed, it's late," she gave a salute with two fingers in the air and went back to her room.

Tsuikiko was never to be categorized as a morning person. The sun was a toxin to her and made her cry on the inside. Rain shook her awake.

"Get up. We have the hike."

Tsuikiko clicked her tongue and switched sides on the bed.

"Wake the hell up," Rain commanded. Tsuikiko grumbled an insult in response.

Rain smacked her hand on the mattress multiple times and tore off her sheets. "What are you doing?!"

Tsuikiko rubbed her face. "Rolling away from my problems," she said as she turned.

Rain grabbed her ankles and yanked her out of bed. Tsuikiko tried bitting the girl like a piranha.

'I hate this,' Tsuikiko thought to herself. The rest of her class was bursting with excitement over the rainforest hike. The year spent time gathering into the groups they learned the night previous. Outside of the hotel, Groups A-I were clumped together or searching for their groups. Teachers held up colored signs with letters on them and were blowing their whistles, screaming out what group they led. She weaved through the bodies and found Ms. Nikazi. She was a friendly looking teacher usually, but today she looked pain to be around the students.

"Name?" She said, without lifting her face.

"Mizushima Tsuikiko." Tsuikiko spoke with little interest towards the teacher and scanned the crowd for Ji-Chi. She spotted his dark red hair and tried waving at him. He was eating a bun of some kind and was laughing with the group of friends that they ate dinner with the night before. He kept howling with the gang and nearly choked on his food, before picking his head up and seeing her.

She walked over to him and greeted the rest of the teens. They were welcoming and asked her if she had gone on any of the other trips Miyabigaoka provided.

"No, this is my first one," she answered.

They all laughed. "Then you haven't seen anything yet."

They walked away still laughing and Tsuikiko tried processing their words.

She turned to Ji-Chi, "What do they mean?"

He grabbed her wrist and hurried along with Group D, "You'll find out."

A.N.

It's been a while since I've posted a new chapter, but here it is. I know that this felt kind of like a filler chapter and I'm sorry. The class trip is just starting, so keep reading to find out how intense it can get. Favorite, Follow, Review

~Luna Restings