His Dancer

Chapter 20

Standing in front of Ouran Academy's entrance, my duffle bag hanging from my shoulder by the strap and a semi-light black garment bag I held in my arm while waiting for the team to arrive as students walked passed me, headed to their homeroom period. Had a small gut feeling, I'm standing out to all of these students because of my entire outfit consisting of a white button-up and stretchy white jeans in my usual converse.

"Ren!" a voice yelled, catching my attention from focusing on the road and turned my head to see the Host Club, excluding Haruhi and the twins, standing near the entry, staring up and down at my current completely white attire, excluding my shoes.

"You waited for Daddy to walk you to class. How sweet of you, Ren!" Tamaki cheered, leaping towards me.

"One, I don't ever need you too, and two, I don't have any classes today." As I said that, I visualized an arrow piercing Tamaki as he dropped to the ground. "Shouldn't you all be getting to class, it's getting close to time."

"ARE YOU SKIPPING CLASS TO GO DO SOME SHADY ACTIVITY?! DADDY WON'T ALLOW THAT!!" Tamaki shot up and shook me by my shoulders vigorously as Mori approached, then picked Tamaki up, and Kyoya caught me. 

"I don't think Ren would do anything shady with makeup on and her hair stylized." Mori pointed out, causing everyone to freeze as I took my shades off to reveal my shimmery eyeshadow look, which caught a few girls' attention, and they squealed before I waved at them as they walked away.

"WHY ARE YOU WEARING MAKEUP WHEN YOU'RE AT SCHOOL?!?!" Tamaki WHisper-yelled while flailing around in Mori's arms.

"Tamaki, it's Friday, and what is happening on Friday for me? Here's a hint; I have a garment bag full of costumes and shoes in my duffle bag and makeup." I slowly explained, hoping for Tamaki to think critically. I swear he has his moments where he is an idiot genius; however, a majority of the time, he's simply a friendly dramatic lovable idiot.

"You have your dance competition today, and you have everything you need," Kyoya spoke out loud, causing Tamaki and Honey to gasp either in excitement or realization, with Honey, you can never tell sometimes. 

"Ren, you look so pretty!" Honey complimented as I put my shades back on, I had to spend an hour doing my eyeshadow and potting the extra shit on. I'm not letting all my hard work go to waste. Let's just say bits of glitter everywhere; on my desk, on the floor, and some on my clothing now. Glitter is a pain in the ass, and whoever decided that it was a good idea to create it, I want to strangle them myself.

"The entire thing is broadcasted online, and I'll text you when I'm about to go on, depending on placement, I have no clue what time I'll get back," I explained. Hopefully, before tomorrow and please do not disturb me unless it is essential. By important, I mean Mori and Kyoya deem it important. Likely by the time I get back, I'm going to be dead tired, and my blood type is the same as Honey's, so unless you want to die, please don't disturb me tonight."

As I finished explaining, a sizable white tour van pulled up to the curbside, and the front passenger side window rolled down to reveal my cheerful coach, he's a morning person and knows few of his lovely children are usually night owls. 

"Good morning my snow лисица!" Hee cheered, waving at us. "Come, we have to get there asap. Just put your stuff in the trunk with everyone else's'."

He popped the trunk as Honey and Mori told me to break a leg and took Tamaki with them, leaving Kyoya and I. Kyoya helped me load up my duffle garment bag on in the spacious trunk before closing it and lead me back to the passenger side door, and I turned towards him. 

"I already know you're going to knock them dead, however, I'm going to just give you something for motivation and luck even if you don't need it."