Cellanous

chapter thirteen : rebellious

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Kyoya readjusted his glasses. "Obviously, we're curious as to what an American girl whom passed out last month after playing a trumpet, because she forgot to take her pills that morning, could possibly be working at. Or for."

A sighed escaped my lips and my hands found their way to my cheeks, before moving upward to massage my eyes. What was I supposed to say to this? I couldn't let anyone find out what I was actually here for or my career of being a voice actor was going to be a good as dead. Merde.

Ever heard of the term, 'saved by the bell'? Well, yeah, this applies in this situation almost, expect for the fact that instead of a bell that was saving me, it was my phone. So much for the fact that phones are supposed to be bad hellish things for teenagers everywhere.

Slipping it from my bag, I answered it before anyone of the host club could try and stop me. "Moshi moshi?"

"Hey, where are ya?" Akio prompted in English. Bless his soul.

Switching over to English, I replied, "Um, yeah, kinda getting stalled by another group of students. I'll be out in a - "

Without warning, someone snatched my phone from my hand.

"I apologize dearly," Kyoya spoke in that perfect, crisp English that I abhorred, "but Miss Ava Kim will be under the care of the Ootoris for the next hour or so. Do not worry, she will be safe."

That done, he hung it up and slid it into his back pocket. Are you kidding me? He took my bloody phone? Does he want to die?

"So, Ava," he continued, "since you're going to be spending some time with us, why not tell us why we shouldn't report you - "

"Suçe ma bite," I spat, earning a red look from Tamaki, while the others looked on in confusion. "There's a reason why I got transferred and for god's sake, I'm not as poor as you think."

I pulled the strap of my bag over my shoulder and started to get up, only to be pushed back down. I shot Morionozuka a dirty look, before glancing over to Kyoya.

"I guess we'll have to tell the chairman."

I nearly snorted. Go right ahead, asshole. The dude already knows - oh. Oh. Oh wait a minute. Ava, shut up and take a step back for a second. What would happen if they told the Chairman? Considering the fact he already know about my situation and stuff, he'd tell me off with a "warning" and the host club might let it go.

But maybe . . . maybe . . . what if . . . they didn't let it go?

What if they got suspicious and stuff? They'd might start to stalk me and find out, totally wrecking my career of a voice actor. Nope. Nope. Not good at all.

So how to avoid this situation? Go along with whatever they want, just as long as they don't find out. Gotcha. Duh. But they couldn't get suspicious of me. Meaning that acting would be in order. My favorite thing. It wouldn't be too bad, right? . . . Right?

Making myself getting all flustered, I moved my hands around. "Please, please, don't tell the chairman, I can't loose this chance!"

Kyoya continued to give me that sardonic smirk, which somehow got wider, while the others gave a look of surprise, yet again, at my change in attitude. Merde . . . they were suspicious already. Time for a story to back it up? I think yes. Thank god I could write.

Pushing a gulp, I expediently gathered my thoughts, not wanting anything to contradict each other too much. After all, knowing how fastidious Kyoya was to details, the group was bound to check out my background. They seem the type of people to be that extreme. Rich young kids sometimes have way too much time on their hands, to be perfectly honest.

Kyoya pushed up his glasses, making him supercilious as per usual. "It would be much appreciated if the 'rebellious and belligerent American child' would start coming to the host club - "

What.

" - as this would probably attract more customers."

. . . This guy was seriously all business when it came down to it, wasn't he? But, thankfully, it allowed me to drop trying to come up with a believable pity party story. Still, I was tenacious about sticking to my now 'nervous' demeanor.

"B-But," I stuttered, using the fact that I was trying to stuff back chuckles to my advantage, "I have work after - "

He gave an insouciant wave of his hand, dismissing it. " You can come in on Fridays. After all, one day is all we need to attract people with the fact that we managed to tame such a rebellious girl."

. . . You know, I'm actual really slow to anger, expect when it comes to close friends and family, but this guy and his arrogant behavior was really starting to get on my nerves. But somehow, through some miracle, I was able to keep my masked face under lock and key, leaving the unassuming club to believe I was nervous.

I watched as they all looked around at each other, communicating through their eyes, before there seemed to be an agreement of sorts. They looked back at me, as if expecting me to do something. Oh, yes, I was going to be doing something, and it's called leaving.

Giving a nice big sigh of relief, I laid back a moment, hands covering my face, appearing as if I was just getting over a stressful time, but in all actuality, I was trying to stop my peals of laughter from falling out. Their faces were so believing, so unassuming. It was amusing and, while it did make me feel bad, I had succeeded. Thank god.

Uncovering my face, I took one big inhale and got up. "I-I guess I'll take my leave."

Actually tripping over myself while trying to escape from there, I tossed one glance back and saw their faces. And I saw something that sent chills down my spine. The twins with their cocky look, Hunny as ebullient as ever, Morionozuka stone faced, and the brown haired kid whom had walked in, was giving me a small smile, as if almost apologizing for the club. Those weren't what scared me though.

Tamaki with his suspicious stare, while Kyoya's signature smirk was wiped clean with a look of deep thought.

Guess I was a little rusty with my stage acting.

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- rico

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