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

Ch.15

Wednesday 3rd day at Ouran, 1 day before Ouran gig, 2 days before fight tournament

  your pov 

"So why are we here Kyoya?" Haruhi asked sitting next to Honey.

"Just here to figure a few things out is all." Kyoya explained calmly. I just rolled my eyes. He must have seen because he instantly brought the attention to me.

"So y/n how is your lip healing?" He asked with a sly look on his face. 

"Fine Ootori, it's fine." I huffed leaning back in my seat.

"Wow y/n-chan, it looks much better! Bet it hurts though." Honey said happily but it turned sad as he continued.

"Nah it doesn't hurt anymore." I reassured him with  smile.

"Honey-senpai is right, it does look painful." Kyoya said with a smirk in his tone. "Though it doesn't look like a cut you get from just falling over." I narrowed my eyes at him with anger raising but tying not to let him see.

"So y/n" Hikaru started.

"How did you get that cut really?" The twins asked in unison.

I stood up and slammed my hands on the table as anger and frustration took over.

"Okay so if you guys know how it happened why don't you just say it?! If its so important and life changing that you have to bug me and push me to talk about shit that has nothing to do with you why don't you just say it?! I mean you already spied on my and my friends! You couldn't just wait!?" 

I've had enough of this shit.

I made eye contact between the twins and Kyoya as I yelled. I looked around and saw that Tamaki was fidgeting and Haruhi looked very uncomfortable. Mori looked like he was ready to restrain me if I went too far and Honey looked...sad. Very sad.

It was quiet for a moment then Kaoru spoke up. "Was the kid okay?" 

"What?" I asked as I looked over to him.

"And his mother, was she hurt?" Hikaru asked.

I sighed and sat down running a hand through my hair and slouching in my sea. "No she was fine, and the kid was a little shook up but he was fine, I stuck around for a bit to make sure the police got the guy."

"I'm a little confused what happened?" Haruhi asked.

"On the way to school a guy was robbing a house with a metal bat and was threatening a mum and her son and y/n helped them." Kaoru explained.

Haruhi and Tamaki looked to me and I just turned my head the other way.

Kyoya cleared his throat.

"As you know by now this is not information you should keep from the club." He stated calmly. My reaction? Not so calm.

"Well what do you expect me to do?! Give you a run down of my daily life?! What do you want me to let you know when I take shit too?! I don't even know you guys! Don't think for one minute that I'm going to open up to you like I'm here by choice and not black mailed in to this club in the first place!" 

"Black mailed?" I heard Tamaki mutter.

"When I don't tell you about something there is a fucking reason. And if I don't want to tell you. Leave. It. Alone." I said sternly and angrily. The whole thing was aimed at the twins and Kyoya really but everyone as looking at me like i was going to kill one of them. Like I was the bad guy. 

"Fuck this." I stated and got up from the table, went to grab my things and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Ootori asked. I didn't turn around I just opened the door. 

"Anywhere but here." I said and slammed the door behind me. 

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Of course...

Of fucking course its pissing it down on the day I wore thin clothes. I walked down the street, I didn't use my board because the water would ruin the guards on it. As I walked while getting soaked through to the bone I gave my self time to calm down and think.

Letting out a sigh I rubbed my hands through my wet hair and shook my head. "Need to stop getting so angry, I scared honey. kid looked like I just threatened to take his plushy bunny away from him." Which I would never do-

What was I so mad about?

Why didn't I just tell them?

It's not like they asked me some deep questions. 

I guess it's just the point of privacy. 

What if this was something personal? I have the right not to tell them.

I should still apologise. I'll talk to honey and the others tomorrow. 

At east now they know not to push me.

"I need to clear my head." I muttered and started walking to an abandoned building me and the band hang out in. We hung up make shift punching bags and there were DIY weights. 

I laugh slightly thinking back to when we were setting the place up and Alex went to test the punching bag, Masaki dropped something and it made Alex jump and he missed the bag falling over on his arm and breaking his wrist.

Good thing he sings and doesn't play guitar or anything because we did a gig two days later.

                                                       "simpler times."

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