[ 3 ] the king of all idiots

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"Stop standing around, Kennedy and get to work." Luke told her in a whisper, sneaking up behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck that ironically sent a chill through her body. "You still owe us eighty thousand dollars."

Kennedy turned in his direction, replying nervously. "Please don't do that."

Taking a look at her, he added, "You need to change into something that suits you more. I don't want our guests to think your look is what represents the host club. Besides, no girl will even look twice at you."

"I don't want girls to look at me." Kennedy replied. "Besides, who cares about the way I dress? The way I see it, what actually matters is on the inside."

"But Kennedy," Luke sighed dramatically, "Its not everyday that God creates a perfect person like me who is wonderful both inside and out. Of course you need to console yourself by saying that what matters most is on the inside. Its like a painting in a museum, handsome boys like the Host Club were born to be admired."

Luke continued to blabber on while Kennedy muttered, "There's a word for people like him...But I can't remember what it is. Conceited?"

Harry and Louis noticed the two talking and got closer, to see what their conversation was about.

"I know." She finally said. "The word that describes you perfectly is: annoying."

"What?" Luke's eyes widened in surprise.

Behind Kennedy, the two step-brothers broke out into fits of laughter. One of them doubled over, while the other ruffled her hair. "You really do have some nerve, commoner." The mischievous one said, cackling.

"Yeah," The other one agreed. "No one has ever called the Host Club president annoying before."

Luke turned away from them, arms crossed over his chest.

"Uh," Kennedy called out, "Club President-"

"King." He corrected her.

"More like the king of all idiots." She rolled her eyes.

"Cheer up, boss." Louis told him with a laugh, jumping on him and tackling him to the ground.

Calum walked up to the two boys on the floor, "Luke, get back to entertaining our guests. They're waiting for you."

The artistic type, a boy with jet black hair styled into a quiff and chocolate brown colored eyes observed her closely. He was one of the boys who's name she didn't know yet, but just as the others, he was very handsome. To Kennedy, he was too close for comfort. "You know, maybe you wouldn't look so dorky if you took off those ugly glasses." He told her and though his wording sounded slightly rude, they was he had said it was genuine.

He reached out with both hands, pulling her glasses off her gently.

She complained, "Hey, I need those! I can't see without them."

The second he saw her without her glasses was the very second he realized Kennedy wasn't a boy. He stood there, mesmerized by her eyes and shocked that she could be a girl.

Luke pushed his friend aside and took a look at her. "Hm," He said, getting an idea, "Maybe all you need is a change of everything. Harry and Lou," He called the two step-brothers over. "Go help him change into a school uniform." He said to them. The two nodded and each grabbed Kennedy by the arms, dragging her to the changing room.

"Liam," He called one of the other boys, "Call the eye doctor and get Kennedy some contacts."

"How can I help?" Ashton grinned with excitement.

"Ashton, you and Niall..." Luke thought about it, "Go have some snacks."

The fourth year studen't smile immediately dropped, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Ashton went back to sit at a table with his guests and Niall. "He never lets us help." He pouted.

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In the changing room, the two step-brothers picked out a boys school uniform in her size. They watched her expectantly, Harry handing her the outfit. "So hurry up and change."

"Get out." She told them.

"Oh, come on." Louis scoffed. "Its nothing we've never seen before. Besides, didn't you change in front of hundreds of boys during PE in middle school?"

She shook her head. "I changed in front of girls."

"What does that even mean?" Harry asked.

"Just get out." Kennedy glared at them, pushing them out the door.

She shut the door behind them with lock. It took the two boys almost a full minute before it finally sunk in. Harry and Lou were the fourth and fifth to notice it.

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When she finished changing and exited the changing room, all of the Host Club boys were there waiting to see how their new errand runner looked.

"Are you sure its okat for me to keep this uniform?" Kennedy asked.

They all nodded in agreement, and Luke said, "He looks much better with the school uniform on."

"Definitely." Louis agreed. "That clothes he was wearing before was a monstrosity."

"Although," The silent type spoke for the first time that day, "Something about him kind of reminds me of a chick, don't you boys think so?"

"Now that you mention it-" Niall began, but was interrupted by Luke.

"This could work." Luke said to himself before saying aloud, "Kennedy, from now on you'll be promoted to an actual host."

Kennedy shook her head. "I'd rather just do chores."

"Nonsense," Luke told her. "This is an upgrade. If you can get one hundred guests to request you, then we'll completely forget about your eighty thousand dollar debt to us. What do you think, commoner?"

She sighed, "I guess I'll do it."

And so, Luke and Kennedy were in the far and of the club room together. The president of the club was teaching their new member how to behave with the guests.

He was in the middle of teaching her about how to properly set her glass down when Ashton walked up to them. "Hey, Kenny." He smiled at her, "Do you want to come over to my table and share some chocolate cake with me?"

"Uh, sorry, Ashton." She shook her head. "I'm not really into chocolate."

The boyish host gasped. "Really?"

Kennedy nodded, "Really."

"That's the first I've heard of someone not liking chocolate." He told her.

"Pay attention to me, Kennedy." Luke whined. "I'm trying to teach you something that will enrich your life and fill you with a new sense of outlook."

With a bored expression, she turned to look at him. "I doubt setting my glass down without making a loud noise will enrich my life."

"Fine." Luke told Kennedy. "Since you think you're ready, go entertain some of our guests."

She gulped, thinking that maybe she should have listened to the blabbering Host Club President's tips.

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IT LOOKS LIKE NOW, THREE MORE BOYS HAVE BEEN ADDED TO THE LIST OF PEOPLE THAT KNOW KENNEDY IS ACTUALLY A GIRL.

MOST LIKELY, IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, I WILL POST A PHOTO OF WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE.

I PICKED AN ACTRESS THAT HAS PLAYED THE ROLE OF A GIRL WHO PRETENDS TO BE A BOY, SO THE ONE I PICKED IS KIKA EDGAR. IN 2004, THERE WAS A SOAP OPERA I USED TO WATCH, WITH THE GORGEOUS SEBASTIAN RULLI. AND KIKA EDGAR'S CHARACTER PRETENDS TO BE HER BROTHER, ALTHOUGH I FORGOT WHY.

BUT SHE DRESSES UP LIKE A BOY, AND SHE LOOKS QUITE CONVINCING.

ANYWAY, THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER.

I LOVE YOU.

-CLARY xx