CHAPTER 10

If there was one thing I didn't like more than anything, it was to be woken up in the morning when there was no school.

But if there was one thing I did like about getting woken up, it was my alarm clock. But that day, even it couldn't make my mood any better.

~Hime, hime, hime Suki Suki daisuki hime, hime, kirakirarin~ ookiku nare mahou kakete mo, hime wa hime nano hime nanoda! Hime, love hime!~

The blaring sounds of my Yowamushi Pedal phone alarm erupted in the room and the vibrations of my cellphone was as loud as it could be as well. As a response, my eyelids snapped open like a wild predator to its prey.

"Who... the... hell... is... calling... me..." I enunciated through my gritted teeth.

I wearily slapped my hand around for my phone before clicking the answer button. Without even looking at who it was, I put it to my ear.

"Hello? Are you there Mi-chan?"

Of course it was her.

Of course.

"What the heck do you need so early in the morning, Saki?"

I heard her voice waver as she stammered, "I-I was just calling to tell you that Suzuki-sensei wants us all to go camping together as a club."

Camping? "There's no freakin' way I'm going camping. Tell her I said no." What kind of BS is that?

"She said you have to or else you're out of the club!"

"Then I won't come."

"You won't be able to come to the clubroom anymore," she went on.

"Still not coming."

"Give me the phone." I heard Suzuki-sensei's voice over the other end of the receiver and she shouted, "You better get your butt over to the camping site or else you'll never be able to watch anime or manga again at school!"

"You don't watch manga," I corrected the first thing that stood out, "You read it."

"Same difference," she brushed it aside, "Either way, I'll also give you detention and so much homework you won't have time to do it at home too."

Now wide-awake, I groaned. My head was pounding against my skull as well—I had a headache. "Why?" I whined. "Can't I stay home today?"

"Nope! And I've already sent someone to take you right now. They'll be there any minute now." She hung up at that and just as she did, I heard a knock at my bedroom door.

"You have someone here for you, Miyu-nee!" my younger sister's voice rang out, giggling, "The boy from the other day who's really hot!"

"Hot?" I repeated, confused. I know nobody involved in my life who is certainly "hot." Anime, yes, but real life, no.

"Yeah! He says he's here to pick you up! And he's in a limo!" She was giddily standing by the doorway, cerulean eyes filled with excitement. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" I mumbled, hauling myself out of bed, "The only "boyfriends" I need currently are Kurusu Syo, Toudou Heisuke, Son Hak, Shin-Ah, Sakamaki Subaru and Mukami Kou, Kise Ryouta, Karma Akabane, Tachibana Makoto, Nagamasa Midori, Matsuoka Masamune, Toma, Hihara Kazuki, Asahina Subaru, Nishinoya-"

"Oh, haha, really...?" My sister's awkward laugh caused me to come to a halt and she inched backwards out of the room. "W-well hurry up anyways! This'll probably be the last time a real boy ever asks for you!"

Her footsteps disappeared down the hallway and I scowled after her. The movement of my head sent pain striking through it and I grabbed it gingerly.

Ugh, I actually felt pretty bad. But Suzuki-sensei, let alone the rest of them, wouldn't believe me if I were to tell them I was sick. Great...

I slipped on a white blouse with a belt, jeans, and black boots. I filled a small backpack with basic supplies and also swallowed some medicine and a slice of toast before I trudged all the way to the front door, only to find that dreadful idiot standing there.

"Good morning, Hoshino! I came here to take you..." He threw his hands into the air. "Camping!"

"Oh, I see. Everyone must be waiting," I told him with a yawn, stepping past him and into the car.

"Cold treatment right front the start..." Wannabe exhaled and got into the extravagant car after me. The driver started the limousine and I stared out the window, taking in the surroundings as we passed.

That was when realization settled in. Colour drained from my face.

"Woah, what the heck? How do you know where I live?" I demanded. The pain in my head pulsated and I winced, but the hostility in my gaze didn't fall. The day they kidnapped me for the beach too! I forgot to ask but how the hell...

Wannabe blinked at my question, tilting his head. "Suzuki-sensei told me."

I clenched my teeth. Of course she did. Really, where was my death scythe when I needed it? Where was Soul Eater Evans when I needed him? If him and Maka need that one last soul so bad, I'll give you hers. With her corrupt and defiled nature, she might as well categorize under a witch.

"A-anyway, how is your summer so far?" Wannabe quickly changed the subject.

I rolled my eyes. "The usual. Stayed coped up in my room watching the latest animes. You?"

"Oh... uh, social gatherings maybe," he answered vaguely.

"I see," I said, my eyes surveying the state of the limo, "being rich must be tough."

Dammit. Even this wannabe is living the rich life like Tamaki. What am I then, the commoner?

Wannabe shook his head at my question, his head lowered. "It's not like it's tough... but I guess being the oldest son is pressuring. Tatsuya has it easier."

I glanced at him as he continued, playing with his bangs, "I have to be the top of everything, constantly watch what I say—I'm bound to strict rules, put simply. It gets a little stuffy sometimes."

I returned my attention back out the window. So what...he has circumstances like the ones in anime? Those actually exist? Ha ha.

Glancing his way, Wannabe was frowning, most likely thinking about what he had said. He clearly didn't find his situation as amusing as I did, despite how cliche it was.

Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh, "If you don't like something so much, you should confront it."

Wannabe's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "Confront... it?"

"I don't know, just tell your parents stuff if you really hate it," I elaborated. "Holding things in isn't going to change anything so if you hate something so much, do something about it."

"But—"

"I'm not really someone you should confide in," I cut him off. "My advice to real-life issues is horrible. You just kept talking so I thought I should say something."

I gripped my temples, hoping for the pulsating pain to fade completely. Wannabe watched as a strained countenance consumed my face.

"Hoshino, are you alr—"

I stopped him. "I'm tired so I'm going to sleep."

I blocked him out as I got myself comfortable. Right when I was about to drift off into dreamland, he cleared his throat, "Um... Hoshino, we're here."

I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. My eyes landed on the group of idiots standing by the entrance of the campsite.

"Ugh," I groaned, sitting upright. As I did, realization came over me. I forgot to bring myself some painkillers just in case. Great. Well, I was fine as I was now but as soon as I talked to those idiots, I'd definitely get a migraine for sure.

...I'd probably make it.

At least, I hope.

The two of us got out of the car and I felt blinded for a second. Shielding my eyes from the sunlight, I glared at the sky. "What the heck sun. That's too bright. Tone it down a bit will ya'?"

Wannabe seized my shoulders from behind, steering me through the forest trail. A cool breeze whistled through the branches overheard as we made our way up to the members of the club I disliked dearly. The tall trees and bushes only acted as a reminder of where I was.

Great, I was outdoors. Where bugs were. Which means I'd get bites. And bites meant itchiness... Ew.

Without warning, Saki tackled me into a bear hug. "Mi-chan! You came! I knew you didn't mean you didn't care if you got kicked out of the club!"

I flailed for freedom. "What the heck, Saki! Get the fuck off me!"

"Miyuki. You know swearing isn't appropriate," Suzuki-sensei tsked at me, her hands at her hips.

I growled, "I could swear whenever I feel like it. It's not like I came here by choice."

She just chuckled to answer me and snorted, "Doesn't matter. If I hear another swear come out of your mouth, you'll be punished."

"Punished?" I deadpanned. "Like how?"

"However way I deem fit." She shrugged.

"That doesn't scare me much," I said. "So if I really wanted to, I can say sh—"

"—ut up." She frowned at me. "Don't try it again."

I paused before going against her orders. "Fu—"

"—dge chocolate sounds nice right now."

I stared at Suzuki-sensei who was now glaring daggers into me.

"Cra—"

"—bby people aren't fabby people."

"Bi—"

"—cycle riding sounds like it'll be fun."

Yowamushi Pedal came to mind, distracting me. "It really does..."

Brushing me aside, she declared, "Without further ado, we will be starting some events I have in mind!"

"Finally," Hiro groaned. "Can they be indoors? I keep getting bitten by mosquitoes."

"No," Suzuki-sensei instantly refuted. "Anyway, they will consist of two groups of three, and you will be competing against each other in the different events. They'll mainly rely on survival adaption and I will be watching closely monitoring to see which group emerges victorious."

Without warning, Suzuki-sensei's eyes darted my way. I blinked in confusion but she immediately explained it with her next few words.

"It may sound obvious but I'm saying it anyways. Every person in the group must participate whether they'd like to or not or else the entire group will be disqualified."

I covered my hand with my mouth, whispering "yay" so she could hear.

She smirked at me and said, "Although the group is disqualified, they are still required to participate in the next event. And, the group with the most wins at the end will be rewarded with any prize they request from me. Each member gets their own choice!"

Both my jaw and hands slowly fell. Wait.

"I have chosen the teams based on the people you don't usually talk to or associate with to strengthen your relationships," Suzuki-sensei went on without a care. "The first team is Saki, Hiro, and Yuji against Miyuki, Hinata and Kazuya!"

My jaw fell even more. Wait, what. I get the Wannabe...?

"Get fixed up in your cabins for now and meet back here in ten minutes!" she told us, pointing us in the direction. Everyone nodded.

The two groups had different cabins and ours wasn't that bad, besides the slight dust and cobwebs. The size of it was really big too, maybe being big enough to cater a whole camp troop. I couldn't help but wonder how Suzuki-sensei even got us a space here.

"Oh this place isn't too shabby," Hinata stated, looking around.

I snorted at the word. Who even used it anymore?

"Yeah," Wannabe agreed, putting down his bag, "It is smaller than my room but it'll have to do."

His words allowed me to roll my eyes. I took a seat on a bed, hugging my knees to my body.

"What? Smaller? This place is bigger than my living room!" Hinata gaped.

"Yeah. Nobody came here to listen to your bragging, Wannabe," I agreed, shutting my eyes.

"I-I wasn't!" he cried. "I was just—"

They both turned their heads towards me.

"...Um, are you alright, Hoshino?" Hinata asked me.

I let out a breath, "Yeah... I'm just tired. I went to sleep at seven..."

"A.M?" Wannabe exclaimed, wide-eyed. "How do your parents allow that?"

"That's nothing, rich boy," I retorted. "That's just my summer sleep schedule. Wake up at 3 or 4 PM and binge-watch anime until 7 AM. And my parents probably wouldn't care anyways but nobody other than Kyo knows about my messed up sleep schedule."

"Kyo? Who's that?" Hinata asked.

I flopped into my back. "Stop asking all these questions. We only have ten minutes of relaxation until Suzuki-sensei wants us back..."

I rested my hand on my forehead. I really did feel under the weather. But how was I suppose to participate properly then? Suzuki-sensei obviously wouldn't believe me and if I didn't play, our team would lose. And I didn't want to lose my prize!

Do you know how much anime merchandise I could get from that hag if we won? She said we could request anything, and she didn't put a limit on it either. I could use it against her.

"That's the thing. The ten minutes are up, Hoshino," Hinata told me and I grunted, hauling my body upright.

What? Ugh. Why couldn't I relax peacefully for just five minutes? I fumed, following Wannabe and Hinata as we made our way to the promised location. My gaze fell upon the homeroom teacher of mine in the distance, which she returned with a sly smile.

I growled like a rabid dog. She laughed.

Man, I really hated her.

I wish it wasn't illegal to slaughter your teachers...

If this were Assassination Classroom, I'd get the chance to be paid billions for killing my homeroom teacher. Why couldn't real life be like that?

I'd rather have Koro-sensei than that hag. I'd even have Karma in my class too, and we all know how much of a blessing that would be.

And instead of that glorious life, here I was on this scorching summer day, feeling under the weather and going "camping" with five idiots.

...Life was so unfair. Ugh.