host club x Rapper! reader chapter 1

You were walking down the halls of ouran, it was lunch break but it only took you so long to eat. Gratefull for the silence but it was interrupted when you heard a few girls giggling. Curious, you let your gaze fall into a music room, where up on stage was a famous rappers son. But you had to say, well he wasn't actually doing that great. He kept refering himself as an unlocked door that needs a key, and he even made some VERY POOR references to history. Finally you had enough. Walking into the room you started laughing when half his words didn't even rhyme. These were his words
"Got a problem chic, cuz your face is reminding me of a horror flick,
I'd say some thing better but there's ladies in the room,"
He paused for about 30 seconds
"So someone be gettin me a dust pan and a broom"
Now you were a commoner, and you probably would be better off if you just kept your mouth closed. Scince he was one of the most popular guys in the school.But you couldn't help with what happened next...You looked around the room and decided to keep out profanity, cuz this was DEFINATLY not the crowd that would enjoy it. Crossing your arms you looked him in the eye and began.

"You should Stop rapping because it's a critical dilemma.
I think that your rapping would open a gate to gahhena.
And when your rapping you should keep your beat steady.
Your all over your lyrics like your mario andretti.
Scince your rapping like a f- student.
You should probably remember that pronunciations prudent
There really shouldn't be any pauses in your speeches
And your friends feed of popularity like blood sucking leeches


(At this point you have everyone's  attention, and you just happen to notice the camera trained on you.)

I may be just a commoner and officially unimportant
But you could probably find that I'm a silver tounged serpant
I can probably find some thing so much better to do than bashing you
But your so egocentrical, your confidence is smashing you.
And Columbus , yea he didn't sail the bright blue sea,
And nor did he ever sail it in 1943
I specifically remember, he sailed the ocean blue
And he sailed it ,and don't correct me, in 1942

(The host club had been watching you chew out a rappers son in amusement.)


And it wouldn't take a genius to tell unlocked doors don't need a key.
There's not a word called betterer no such thing as world war 3
For a rappers son, you should know how to ryhme
To keep a beat, and more importantly, to TRY to keep your time
Now go and tell your daddy that your delerious
Because that if that was really rapping then you can't be serious
Now that I have pointed you to the much needed reprieve
I think that now I that I fixed you I will take my leave.
Peace!"

You sauntered out of the room looking back one more time to the shocked face of the man.
Yep today was gonna be a good day. All the sudden you herd footsteps behind you and turn it around you saw not one, but two red heads and they looked like they were going to bust out laughing. They looked at each other and said in perfect fusion "did you see his FACE!"
You bust into giggles, they had a laughing fit, you started laughing harder, they fell on the ground. You snorted, all of you laughed harder. But then the bell rang you helped them up and wiped away the few tears that had fallen in your laughing escapade."Hey what's your name?"
(____),(________)(______)."
"Well (____), you should come back to the room tomorrow, a few of the guys want to meet you."
"I'll think about it"
You had made it to your English class by then, and you waved them off goodbye, yep today is going to be a good day...