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"Okay, goodnight mom, dad!" I called to them, heading to my room to get ready. I was cutting it pretty short. My shift started at 11:00, and it was 10:47. And I still had to walk over to the place.

I started stuffing my bag with everything that I needed; veil, my top, the pants, all the makeup I needed, as well as a few other things that would come in handy. I dressed in a loose shirt and cutoff jeans, putting on some running shoes. I pulled on a zip-up hoodie, throwing the bag over my shoulder. I put my keys in my bag, and slowly, quietly made my way for the door. Sometimes I had to go out the window, but that was only on the weekends if ever.

The house was dark, and I made it out quietly enough, shutting and locking the door behind me. I was lucky that my parents were deep sleepers unlike me.

They didn't know that I had this job, and if they did know they probably wouldn't approve of it.

I had found a love of belly dancing after taking some classes from when I was younger. The dance just made me feel better about myself, and I got a work out from it too. So I had decided to keep belly dancing, and was eventually offered to dance at a club. Although it sounds bad, the club actually appreciates the fact that belly dancing isn't stripping, but I get cash tips all the same. I don't really complain; it means more money.

I made it to the club just a minute or two behind schedule, which was pretty good, considering that I hauled my ass all the way over here. Even so, my boss, Mrs. C was standing in the prep room, tapping her foot and looking irritated.

It's one goddamn minute lady, I swore in my head, irritated. I walked up to her, knowing what was coming.

"When does you're shift start?" she asked briskly.

"Eleven o'clock, sharp," I mumbled, looking down.

"Next time, make sure to turn up by then." She strode off, yelling at some of the other girls getting ready.

I rolled my eyes and set down my stuff in front of a mirror. Dance makeup was meant to be bright and colorful and flashy. However, I was dancing in a black top with sheer slit sleeves and sheer slit black pants. Along the slits were silver coins that made a joyful tinkling whenever I moved.

Setting out all my makeup, I looked up into the mirror in my eyes. They were a golden hazel, framed by thick, long lashes. I had a small, cute nose and a mouth that fit, not too big or too small and a good shape, the bottom lip a little fuller than the top. I had a square jaw and high cheek bones. I thought that at some angles I could be pretty, maybe even beautiful, but after being in the presence of the handsome boys I felt ugly.

My bangs drooped over my right eye and I blew them out of my face. They were long enough to get in my face, but too short to tuck behind my ear. Most of it was pulled over to the right side of my face, my part off center. My dark brown hair fell down to my bra strap. I plugged in a near by hair straightener, deciding to leave my hair down tonight.

I lined my eyes with black, filling my eyelids with the dark eye shadow. I dabbed some silver around my eyes, then put gold around the outsides. I ran my teeth along my lips to make them redder than they already were to make a striking difference between the color of my lips, eyes, and pale skin.

Pulling my clothes off and stuffing them in my bag, I pulled on my outfit for the night. The pants were loose and rode low on my hips while the shirt cut at the middle of my ribs, tighter to make sure it didn't fall off. Sifting through my stuff, I found my face veil and tied it on. I checked in the mirror to make sure all my earrings were in; the silver and black loops with chains and balls, two silver studs in each ear, then on the top one small silver loop in the right ear, and two in the left. I quickly straightened my hair, which didn't need too much work.

Satisfied with how I looked, I walked out to the board to see what my schedule was. I had to wait tables for an hour, dance once, and then wait tables till three. I groaned. This was gonna suck. Dancing always takes the most out of you, and I'd still have an hour or two to wait tables afterward.

-F-

"You ready, Foxx?" said one of the girls that was going to dance with me. I nodded, feeling a little nervous. Dancing half naked in front of a packed club always got my heart racing and my head worried. I could feel my heart beat in my head, following the beat of the music playing.

I readied myself, swaying to the music, twitching every now and then with moves that came to mind. It was faster paced than I was used to, but I liked fast songs, they were easier to keep up the energy.

Our queue came and we all stepped onto the stage in order, falling into place while the club roared. Adrenaline pumped through me as the crowd looked at us. I followed the song, letting my body relax in the steps, the way I swung my hips that got a loud reaction from the crowd, the way I moved my arms, the way the coins tinkled around me.

After a few minutes of being on stage, we drifted into the crowd, still performing and dancing, but making it more 'personal' with the customers. I could see a group of young men staring at me hungrily. Before going over I looked at the wad of cash in their hands, and decided it was worth it.

I sauntered over to them, locking the youngest one with a stare, swinging my hips as I made my way over. I waved my arms gracefully, and danced a circle around the three when I got to them. I turned in a few circles before they tried to place the cash on me. But I caught their hands in a vice-like grip, taking the money and putting it in my outfit myself. With that, I danced away to a new table to do the same thing.

Although I didn't like saying it out loud, I was pretty popular at the club. After so many years of soccer, my body was toned, full of muscle but still with soft curves, and having a naturally larger-than-average bust helped too.

The music switched to one of my favorite songs, and I no longer cared about collecting the money. I let my mind go and my body fell into the motions of the song, swinging and popping and gliding. I made my way to a few tables, giving a smile to the people watching, but never really seeing them.

When the song was drawing to a close, I made my way back to the stage, climbing up the stairs gracefully with the music and disappearing into the prep room. I didn't realize it, but I was sweating and out of breath.

I sat down near my bag to take a breather, taking my face veil off and setting it inside. A few girls that passed by told me good job, and that I really looked good out there. I smiled and said the same back to them, but I had no idea how they did. I hadn't been paying attention to anything.

Before I got yelled at for slacking, I stood up and stretched for a few minutes. I wiped the rest of the sweat away and sprayed myself with a scented spray. I checked in the mirror to see if I needed to redo any makeup but everything had made it through pretty well.

Yay, time to wait tables, I grumbled in my head. Ugh, I was so not looking forward to it.

Despite my own wishes, I headed to the kitchen to pick up on drinks. I had an hour of just delivering drinks and then an hour of actual food service, but there weren't many people who ordered food here.

I made my way to and from the kitchen, bringing back dirty glasses and leaving with refills. I made my way through the dancers rather easily, holding the trays above my 5' 2" body to keep them from getting jostled by the crowd.

It wasn't a hard job really. The only problems were customers being jackasses. I luckily didn't get any tonight, but there were still a few snide remarks thrown my way. If they weren't being rude then they were complimenting me on my dancing and how good I looked. I gave them all sweet smiles, thanked them, and went back to work.

I moved into my next shift, which was pretty slow. Only a few people were coming in for food, and I only had one or two tables to deal with at a time. I lounged in the kitchen area, helping with drinks and sipping some ice water whenever I could. Once both my tables were empty, I joined the dancing in the crowd. The music had turned from traditional dance to more modern club dance. I liked them both, and I got a few guys to smile and dance with me, even persuading one to get out of a booth to dance.

When the clock hand reached the little 3, I said goodbye to the people I was dancing with and headed to the back room, wiping my makeup off and pulling my street clothes on again. I zipped the jacket up and pulled the hood over my head, checking to make sure that my payment for tonight was tucked into my bag along with my tips.

Cautiously, I stepped out the back door of the prep room. Looking around to make sure no one was near by, I turned the corner and started heading home.

There had been a few times where drunken customers had been hanging around and wanted another drink or dance. I'd run into a few situations like that since I started here but I always managed to get away, usually with only a few bruises. I learned quickly that I'd either have to be fast or a strong fighter. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I was strong and fast.

I was walking through the streets, just trying to enjoy the somewhat quiet night. I was thinking of the strange boys I had meet earlier today, shaking my head as I thought about all their antics. Honey and Mori seemed nice, sweet even. Kyoya was still unknown though. And those twins. What was it Tamaki had called them? Devils? I wasn't sure if I'd go that far, but they were something of the like. Making me play that stupid chasing game. I shook my head, smiling a little at how crazy it was.

Don't write them off yet, I told myself. It sure seemed like that Tamaki was determined to find me, so I doubt I'll lose them when I have to go to the same school as them. I sighed, tired, and accepted my fate.

"Oh, damn you're a pretty one," said a heavily slurred voice. I hadn't been able to make out the words until a few moments later. I turned around swiftly and saw a man behind me, one arm held against the wall to hold himself up and the other holding a bottle. I could smell him from where I stood.

I took a step back. I just needed to leave. "Go home, dude, you're totally wasted," I told him sternly, bending my arms and legs, ready to make a break for it.

"Don't leave me, you're such a purtty girl," he slurred, taking a lurching step towards me. I took one back. "Don't worry, I won't hurt-chu," he said, stumbling on another step and laughing.

Suddenly he swung out with the hand holding the bottle. It wasn't anywhere near me but I jumped back anyway. His grip slackened mid-swing and he let go of the bottle. It shattered on the wall next to my head. I felt the spray of leftover alcohol and glass shards hit my face and hood.

"Argh, watch it, asshole!" I screamed wiping my face with my sleeve. Gross.

"I want some company tonight, little lady, hur hur, wanna give it to me?" He spoke in a jumbled mess, but the look he gave me said it all.

"You disgusting piece of filth, go find somewhere to die in the gutters," I spat at him with venom.

The look in his face changed and he was up in my face. I heard a loud slap, a pain on the right side of my face, and next thing I knew my head was turned to the side.

I was in total shock, not believing what had just happened. My body was slack and he took advantage of my shortcoming. Grabbing my wrist with one hand, he brought his other back to my face. I heard the slap and this one stung sharply. I could feel the swelling already.

I stood up and rammed my elbow into the side of his face. He loosened his grip on my arm and I pulled free while I landed another shot in the middle of his chest. Curling around my hand he groaned, crumpling to the ground when I pulled away.

"Lie here and rot!" I snarled through clenched teeth, turning and running back home.

Once I got to my neighborhood I relaxed. I'd lived here for a long time and knew a lot of the people here, so there was nothing to worry about now. I quietly made my way to my small, one story house. It was the complete opposite of the academy; every inch of space was put to use. Standing at my window, I looked around quickly before opening it to pull myself in.

I landed on the floor and froze for three seconds, listening hard to the sounds coming from my parent's room. Nothing. Good. My little freezing ritual had started once I took the job; I had been a little loud one time and they almost caught me. Before they could come in and check on me I just told them that I was having some trouble sleeping so I was moving around.

Oh, my parents are so sweet and innocent, I thought with a sweet smile.

I pulled out my money and put it into my wallet, making a note to put something in the bank. I stowed my bag in my closet under a lump of heavy clothes. My parents never went through my room, but you couldn't be too sure.

I touched a hand to my cheek. Even the light pressure made it sting. I glanced in the mirror and let out a small gasp. It was swollen, that was for sure. I'd have to put some ice on it after my shower.

Stripping out of my clothes, I headed to the shower. My parents knew that I liked taking showers at night, and the bathroom wasn't close enough to wake them.

Turning the hot water knob, I stepped into the warm water. I let out a happy sigh as it flowed over my tired body. I scrubbed every bit of skin, still feeling the sweat from dancing and the alcohol on my face. I had to be gentle with my cheek but I managed to clean it softly.

I finished up my shower as quickly as I could and wiped the rest of the makeup off when I was done drying myself off. My pajamas were soccer shorts and an old warm-up t-shirt, however since it was so hot I just pulled the shirt off so I could sleep in my sports bra.

My hair hung in still-damp waves as I went to the freezer to get ice to put in a bag for my face. I wrapped a paper towel around it to keep the icy bite at bay, but it didn't do much. I sat in front of the TV for a few minutes to let the cold do its work. When I couldn't take it anymore I dumped the ice and crawled into my bed, hugging a pillow next to me.

Thoughts of my stinging cheek, school, soccer, and the students at Ouran guided me into a relaxed, dreamless sleep.

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"Okay, goodnight mom, dad!" I called to them, heading to my room to get ready. I was cutting it pretty short. My shift started at 11:00, and it was 10:47. And I still had to walk over to the place.

I started stuffing my bag with everything that I needed; veil, my top, the pants, all the makeup I needed, as well as a few other things that would come in handy. I dressed in a loose shirt and cutoff jeans, putting on some running shoes. I pulled on a zip-up hoodie, throwing the bag over my shoulder. I put my keys in my bag, and slowly, quietly made my way for the door. Sometimes I had to go out the window, but that was only on the weekends if ever.

The house was dark, and I made it out quietly enough, shutting and locking the door behind me. I was lucky that my parents were deep sleepers unlike me.

They didn't know that I had this job, and if they did know they probably wouldn't approve of it.

I had found a love of belly dancing after taking some classes from when I was younger. The dance just made me feel better about myself, and I got a work out from it too. So I had decided to keep belly dancing, and was eventually offered to dance at a club. Although it sounds bad, the club actually appreciates the fact that belly dancing isn't stripping, but I get cash tips all the same. I don't really complain; it means more money.

I made it to the club just a minute or two behind schedule, which was pretty good, considering that I hauled my ass all the way over here. Even so, my boss, Mrs. C was standing in the prep room, tapping her foot and looking irritated.

It's one goddamn minute lady, I swore in my head, irritated. I walked up to her, knowing what was coming.

"When does you're shift start?" she asked briskly.

"Eleven o'clock, sharp," I mumbled, looking down.

"Next time, make sure to turn up by then." She strode off, yelling at some of the other girls getting ready.

I rolled my eyes and set down my stuff in front of a mirror. Dance makeup was meant to be bright and colorful and flashy. However, I was dancing in a black top with sheer slit sleeves and sheer slit black pants. Along the slits were silver coins that made a joyful tinkling whenever I moved.

Setting out all my makeup, I looked up into the mirror in my eyes. They were a golden hazel, framed by thick, long lashes. I had a small, cute nose and a mouth that fit, not too big or too small and a good shape, the bottom lip a little fuller than the top. I had a square jaw and high cheek bones. I thought that at some angles I could be pretty, maybe even beautiful, but after being in the presence of the handsome boys I felt ugly.

My bangs drooped over my right eye and I blew them out of my face. They were long enough to get in my face, but too short to tuck behind my ear. Most of it was pulled over to the right side of my face, my part off center. My dark brown hair fell down to my bra strap. I plugged in a near by hair straightener, deciding to leave my hair down tonight.

I lined my eyes with black, filling my eyelids with the dark eye shadow. I dabbed some silver around my eyes, then put gold around the outsides. I ran my teeth along my lips to make them redder than they already were to make a striking difference between the color of my lips, eyes, and pale skin.

Pulling my clothes off and stuffing them in my bag, I pulled on my outfit for the night. The pants were loose and rode low on my hips while the shirt cut at the middle of my ribs, tighter to make sure it didn't fall off. Sifting through my stuff, I found my face veil and tied it on. I checked in the mirror to make sure all my earrings were in; the silver and black loops with chains and balls, two silver studs in each ear, then on the top one small silver loop in the right ear, and two in the left. I quickly straightened my hair, which didn't need too much work.

Satisfied with how I looked, I walked out to the board to see what my schedule was. I had to wait tables for an hour, dance once, and then wait tables till three. I groaned. This was gonna suck. Dancing always takes the most out of you, and I'd still have an hour or two to wait tables afterward.

-F-

"You ready, Foxx?" said one of the girls that was going to dance with me. I nodded, feeling a little nervous. Dancing half naked in front of a packed club always got my heart racing and my head worried. I could feel my heart beat in my head, following the beat of the music playing.

I readied myself, swaying to the music, twitching every now and then with moves that came to mind. It was faster paced than I was used to, but I liked fast songs, they were easier to keep up the energy.

Our queue came and we all stepped onto the stage in order, falling into place while the club roared. Adrenaline pumped through me as the crowd looked at us. I followed the song, letting my body relax in the steps, the way I swung my hips that got a loud reaction from the crowd, the way I moved my arms, the way the coins tinkled around me.

After a few minutes of being on stage, we drifted into the crowd, still performing and dancing, but making it more 'personal' with the customers. I could see a group of young men staring at me hungrily. Before going over I looked at the wad of cash in their hands, and decided it was worth it.

I sauntered over to them, locking the youngest one with a stare, swinging my hips as I made my way over. I waved my arms gracefully, and danced a circle around the three when I got to them. I turned in a few circles before they tried to place the cash on me. But I caught their hands in a vice-like grip, taking the money and putting it in my outfit myself. With that, I danced away to a new table to do the same thing.

Although I didn't like saying it out loud, I was pretty popular at the club. After so many years of soccer, my body was toned, full of muscle but still with soft curves, and having a naturally larger-than-average bust helped too.

The music switched to one of my favorite songs, and I no longer cared about collecting the money. I let my mind go and my body fell into the motions of the song, swinging and popping and gliding. I made my way to a few tables, giving a smile to the people watching, but never really seeing them.

When the song was drawing to a close, I made my way back to the stage, climbing up the stairs gracefully with the music and disappearing into the prep room. I didn't realize it, but I was sweating and out of breath.

I sat down near my bag to take a breather, taking my face veil off and setting it inside. A few girls that passed by told me good job, and that I really looked good out there. I smiled and said the same back to them, but I had no idea how they did. I hadn't been paying attention to anything.

Before I got yelled at for slacking, I stood up and stretched for a few minutes. I wiped the rest of the sweat away and sprayed myself with a scented spray. I checked in the mirror to see if I needed to redo any makeup but everything had made it through pretty well.

Yay, time to wait tables, I grumbled in my head. Ugh, I was so not looking forward to it.

Despite my own wishes, I headed to the kitchen to pick up on drinks. I had an hour of just delivering drinks and then an hour of actual food service, but there weren't many people who ordered food here.

I made my way to and from the kitchen, bringing back dirty glasses and leaving with refills. I made my way through the dancers rather easily, holding the trays above my 5' 2" body to keep them from getting jostled by the crowd.

It wasn't a hard job really. The only problems were customers being jackasses. I luckily didn't get any tonight, but there were still a few snide remarks thrown my way. If they weren't being rude then they were complimenting me on my dancing and how good I looked. I gave them all sweet smiles, thanked them, and went back to work.

I moved into my next shift, which was pretty slow. Only a few people were coming in for food, and I only had one or two tables to deal with at a time. I lounged in the kitchen area, helping with drinks and sipping some ice water whenever I could. Once both my tables were empty, I joined the dancing in the crowd. The music had turned from traditional dance to more modern club dance. I liked them both, and I got a few guys to smile and dance with me, even persuading one to get out of a booth to dance.

When the clock hand reached the little 3, I said goodbye to the people I was dancing with and headed to the back room, wiping my makeup off and pulling my street clothes on again. I zipped the jacket up and pulled the hood over my head, checking to make sure that my payment for tonight was tucked into my bag along with my tips.

Cautiously, I stepped out the back door of the prep room. Looking around to make sure no one was near by, I turned the corner and started heading home.

There had been a few times where drunken customers had been hanging around and wanted another drink or dance. I'd run into a few situations like that since I started here but I always managed to get away, usually with only a few bruises. I learned quickly that I'd either have to be fast or a strong fighter. I wasn't much of a fighter, but I was strong and fast.

I was walking through the streets, just trying to enjoy the somewhat quiet night. I was thinking of the strange boys I had meet earlier today, shaking my head as I thought about all their antics. Honey and Mori seemed nice, sweet even. Kyoya was still unknown though. And those twins. What was it Tamaki had called them? Devils? I wasn't sure if I'd go that far, but they were something of the like. Making me play that stupid chasing game. I shook my head, smiling a little at how crazy it was.

Don't write them off yet, I told myself. It sure seemed like that Tamaki was determined to find me, so I doubt I'll lose them when I have to go to the same school as them. I sighed, tired, and accepted my fate.

"Oh, damn you're a pretty one," said a heavily slurred voice. I hadn't been able to make out the words until a few moments later. I turned around swiftly and saw a man behind me, one arm held against the wall to hold himself up and the other holding a bottle. I could smell him from where I stood.

I took a step back. I just needed to leave. "Go home, dude, you're totally wasted," I told him sternly, bending my arms and legs, ready to make a break for it.

"Don't leave me, you're such a purtty girl," he slurred, taking a lurching step towards me. I took one back. "Don't worry, I won't hurt-chu," he said, stumbling on another step and laughing.

Suddenly he swung out with the hand holding the bottle. It wasn't anywhere near me but I jumped back anyway. His grip slackened mid-swing and he let go of the bottle. It shattered on the wall next to my head. I felt the spray of leftover alcohol and glass shards hit my face and hood.

"Argh, watch it, asshole!" I screamed wiping my face with my sleeve. Gross.

"I want some company tonight, little lady, hur hur, wanna give it to me?" He spoke in a jumbled mess, but the look he gave me said it all.

"You disgusting piece of filth, go find somewhere to die in the gutters," I spat at him with venom.

The look in his face changed and he was up in my face. I heard a loud slap, a pain on the right side of my face, and next thing I knew my head was turned to the side.

I was in total shock, not believing what had just happened. My body was slack and he took advantage of my shortcoming. Grabbing my wrist with one hand, he brought his other back to my face. I heard the slap and this one stung sharply. I could feel the swelling already.

I stood up and rammed my elbow into the side of his face. He loosened his grip on my arm and I pulled free while I landed another shot in the middle of his chest. Curling around my hand he groaned, crumpling to the ground when I pulled away.

"Lie here and rot!" I snarled through clenched teeth, turning and running back home.

Once I got to my neighborhood I relaxed. I'd lived here for a long time and knew a lot of the people here, so there was nothing to worry about now. I quietly made my way to my small, one story house. It was the complete opposite of the academy; every inch of space was put to use. Standing at my window, I looked around quickly before opening it to pull myself in.

I landed on the floor and froze for three seconds, listening hard to the sounds coming from my parent's room. Nothing. Good. My little freezing ritual had started once I took the job; I had been a little loud one time and they almost caught me. Before they could come in and check on me I just told them that I was having some trouble sleeping so I was moving around.

Oh, my parents are so sweet and innocent, I thought with a sweet smile.

I pulled out my money and put it into my wallet, making a note to put something in the bank. I stowed my bag in my closet under a lump of heavy clothes. My parents never went through my room, but you couldn't be too sure.

I touched a hand to my cheek. Even the light pressure made it sting. I glanced in the mirror and let out a small gasp. It was swollen, that was for sure. I'd have to put some ice on it after my shower.

Stripping out of my clothes, I headed to the shower. My parents knew that I liked taking showers at night, and the bathroom wasn't close enough to wake them.

Turning the hot water knob, I stepped into the warm water. I let out a happy sigh as it flowed over my tired body. I scrubbed every bit of skin, still feeling the sweat from dancing and the alcohol on my face. I had to be gentle with my cheek but I managed to clean it softly.

I finished up my shower as quickly as I could and wiped the rest of the makeup off when I was done drying myself off. My pajamas were soccer shorts and an old warm-up t-shirt, however since it was so hot I just pulled the shirt off so I could sleep in my sports bra.

My hair hung in still-damp waves as I went to the freezer to get ice to put in a bag for my face. I wrapped a paper towel around it to keep the icy bite at bay, but it didn't do much. I sat in front of the TV for a few minutes to let the cold do its work. When I couldn't take it anymore I dumped the ice and crawled into my bed, hugging a pillow next to me.

Thoughts of my stinging cheek, school, soccer, and the students at Ouran guided me into a relaxed, dreamless sleep.