The Host of My Heart (On Hiatus)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

I ran a hand down my face as the last of my students trickled out of the classroom.

“Bye, miss!”

I waved back lazily and dropped myself in a heap on my paper filled desk. From the start, my day had been absolute hell.

After dragging Hikaru’s unconscious body up the stairs to my apartment and depositing her on the couch, I had stripped off my own sweaty clothing and passed out in bed. I woke up the next morning, sticky and exhausted still; and realized that my alarm clock had been buzzing for an hour.  Luckily, I worked only a few blocks from home so I was only mildly out of breath when I burst through the double doors.

While rummaging around my desk that morning, my supervisor had come in asking for the student’s reports, which, thanks to last night, I no longer had. I spent thirty whole minutes being told I was irresponsible and childish. And while I felt like crawling into a hole and never coming back out, I had to teach.

For some reason that day, the walking, talking, bundles of hormones were rowdier than usual. I had to take away four cell phones and send two kids to the principal.

I spent lunch not eating, redoing the reports and being yelled at yet again before ending the day with sentencing three boys to cleaning the pool for passing around naked photos of the latest idol.

As I sat there, rumpled, disheveled and tired, I wondered why in the hell I decided to teach teenagers. Not just teenagers, brand new teenagers.

Maybe I was just a glutton for punishment. I tucked my cheek against my foreman and really thought about the reason why my day had snowballed into a living hell.

The Host club.

If only Hikaru’s boyfriend could have held on for one more week I would have been happily walking home and sliding into bed to watch Summer Nude ‘13 and eating ready noodles, like the carefree bachelorette I was.

However, thinking of the events that transpired last night made me want run off into the mountains and never be seen again. I couldn’t believe I had essentially given that guy a vomit shower. While he did deserve that and more for letting Hikaru vomit in my bag, I shouldn’t have let my temper get so out of control. In fact, I shouldn’t have let Hikaru drag me down to that stupid club in the first place.

Ugh, I wish I had more of a backbone, but I never could when it came to Hikaru. Having a friend who didn’t care about how dark my skin was or how foreign my last name was meant so much to me. I didn’t want to lose a friend like that. I would have been all alone in this world.

A sharp knock on my desk startled me into an upright position. It was one of my students, Shizuka. She was a quiet, mousy kind of girl and painfully reminded me of myself at thirteen.

“Yes?”

“There’s some guy waiting at the gate for you. He said his name is I-something. I can’t remember.”

Issen? Issen was at the front of the school, waiting for me?

Oh my god.

I bet he already had the papers to take me in for assault. Damn.

Why did I let my temper get so out of control?

And as much as I was freaking out on the inside, I managed to keep a cool and collected face on.

“Thank you for telling me Shizuka you should go home and enjoy your afternoon.”

I watched as Shizuka scurried away, before taking a deep breath and letting it out. It was time to face the music and as much as I wanted to be a coward and sneak out the back door, I knew that Issen was the type of guy who would come back day after day.