The Punk {ouran high school host club x reader} RE-WRITE NEW ACCOUNT

Ch.4

previously

"Hello?"

"y/n I need you to meet me at your place now."

"I can't I'm in school."

"Since when has that ever stopped you?"

"This is a different school, I told you, I got a scholarship at that big academy."

"You started today? Anyway I promise this is a one time thing, this is important, there's a job here with big reward." she said in slight whisper of excitement. I let out a sigh, I knew what I had to do.

"give me 30 minuets, I'm leaving now."

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your pov 

I walked back in to the room and put my phone back in my pocket. The twins were stood by the door whistling 'innocently' They wouldn't have been able to hear the other side of the conversation because these doors are so heavy and thick.

"so as I was saying, the host club is-" Tamaki started and I had to cut him off...again.

"Another time princy, I need to go." I stated gathering my things  and unlatching my skate board. 

"What do you mean?" Haruhi asked.

"Something important came up so I need to go deal with it." I said with a sigh. I started my playlist and could hear the music with the headphones still around my neck.

"But you cant just leave." Hikaru stated.

"Yeah what about the rest of classes?" Kaoru added.

"Lunch only just started, I'll be back before last two periods, besides I'm new, I'm late cos' i don't know my way around, right?" I said looking to the brothers with a cheeky smile and a small wink. "And if I'm not back by the end of lunch  I'll- see you guys soon." I said dragging out the 'I'll' thinking of what to say. 

I turned and passed Haruhi and gave her a kind smile. "See ya' round Haruhi." And headed out the door.

As I left I saw Kyoya staring at me with a smirk then looking down at a clip board with what looked like a file on it. not having time to question him on it I turned and left. Gonna pretend I didn't see that Ootori.

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After a 20 minuets I got to the front gates and placed my skate board down. I have 1 hour and 10 minuets before lunch is done. The path on this road is smooth and well kept; a skaters dream surface. Pushing off I was on my way home.

I was riding for a while, where I live is a long way away from their side of town. I was in the... I can even say I lived in the working class area. It goes upper class, middle class, working class... lower class? That's where I am.

It's not  nice in my area. There are crammed streets, gang activity, constant muggings, lots of crime to report so police are round my area a lot, which makes street fighting very difficult because it is illegal. but fuck does it make money fast. As long as you don't get caught, you can't go wrong... unless you loose the fight, then you went wrong.

45 minuets later I was back at my place.  Definitely going to be late. I saw my boss's car parked outside my apartment block. By apartment block I mean a building in the worst conditions going, divided up in to small flats with about 3 different room: bedroom living room/kitchen and a bathroom. People lived in these kind of building when they were really struggling to get a place.