Chapter Three- Secrecy and Blackmailing
It had been a few weeks, I had moved back in with Haruhi and dad. Dad had put up a bunk bed in Haruhi's room. I quickly claimed the top bunk, not that Haruhi minded. My Haru had also become quite secretive. To be quite honest, I didn't like it.
She would stay out really late, after I went to bed, but before dad got home. If I asked her about, she brushed it off as a trip to the library, a trip to the bookstore…
I was tired of it.
It was now about 12:30 in the morning, and I was lying on the couch waiting for Haruhi to return from her late night trip to the "library."
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door creak open. I lifted my head slightly to see Haruhi and Mason were home. Wait… Mason? I jumped off the couch. "Haruhi? Mason?" I cry looking between them quickly. "Haruhi and Mason? Together?"
Haruhi runs over and covers my mouth. "Shh! Tell anyone and I'll kill you!" Haruhi exclaims, blushing slightly. Mason stands frozen by the door. After a few moments, Haruhi cautiously removes her hand from my mouth.
"YOU? AND MORE SPECIFICALLY, MASON?" I scream. Haruhi sighs in exasperation.
"It's not what you think." Haruhi says. Mason suddenly steps up beside her.
"Why do we have to keep it a secret?" He asks. "Are you ashamed of me, or something?"
Haruhi shakes her head quickly. "No, I-"
I quickly jump into the conversation. "You guys are dating?" What? I had to ask. What if they were just curing cancer or something, and I jumped to conclusions?
Before Haruhi can deny it, Mason nods. "Yes."
I laugh. "Well, the Host Club is going to murder you, Mason. Goodnight." I skip into Haruhi and I's room, climbing onto the top bunk and giggling. The things I could do with this knowledge…
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of an annoying ringtone. Oh boy… I looked down to see my cellphone buzzing. I climb down the ladder as quietly as I can, knowing Haruhi is still sleeping. I pick my cellphone up off the table. An unfamiliar number… Who would be calling me? It was probably a wrong number. I held the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hina-chan?" A little boy's voice said.
"Hunny-senpai?" I ask in confusion, "How did you get my number?"
"Tama-chan wants the Host Club to go to your house, but Haru-chan's phone is off and so I got your number! Can we come over? I'll bring cake!" He begs. I sigh.
"What time is it?" I sit on the foot of the bottom bunk. Haruhi stirs but doesn't wake up.
There's a scuffle. "10 in the morning." He says sweetly.
Dad will be on his way to work in about half an hour… "Come over at 11." I say.
"Yay! Bye, Hina-chan!" He hangs up.
I put my phone down. "Haruhi, wake up." I say, hitting her leg lightly.
Haruhi sits up a little. "Huh?" She mumbles. I grin.
"Get up. The Host Club will be here in an hour."
Hunny and I sit at the table, eating cake and talking. Mori sits next to Hunny.
"So, Hina-chan, are you gonna go to Ouran?" Hunny asks, taking yet another slice of cake. My eyes widen slightly.
"I haven't even thought of that… I think Allison and Mason are… Excuse me." I stand up and walk over to Tamaki,
"Tamaki-senpai, if I got straight A's in America, can I get a scholarship to Ouran?" I ask curiously. He spins around from where he was clearly annoying Haruhi.
"Well, you'd have to take the scholarship test." He says with a smile. "I'm sure you'll get in, you seem pretty smart."
I sigh. Who knows what was on that test. "Could you maybe slip in a good word for me?" I ask. That was the wrong thing to say. It set him off.
"Of course I would!" Tamaki picks me up in a bone-crushing hug. "Daddy would do anything for his daughters!" He keeps going on and on, and I focus on getting enough air to survive.
In the middle of his rant, I notice Haruhi walking over to the door. A few moments later, all is silent.
"Hi, Mason." Haruhi says cheerfully.
AN; Agh, I'm sorry for not updating! I really do not like this chapter. I'm sorry, once again. The next chapter will definitively be better! Thank you to all my reviewers, they're part of the reason I kept this story up. I had a lot of bipolar moments where I didn't like this fanfiction and wanted to delete it! So I'm sorry if you hate me because of the complete suckiness of this chapter, but hurr it be! c: Disclaimer?
Me: Kyoya-senpaiiiii~! :3
Hinata; I want to do the disclaimer! Emma doesn't own Ouran, because if she did, I would have been with Haruhi the whole time. Then again, maybe I'm not just a fanfiction, maybe I died as a baby, or-
Me; Shut up.