My first Ouran story. enjoy!
Dear Dad,
Ouran is a great school. I love it here! I just feel so welcomed here at school.
"Have you seen the new girl?"
"I heard that she's a transvestite."
"Well, I heard she's a lesbian."
This school is so different than North Penn High. I mean, with North Penn there were so many rumors. Here, everyone is friendly.
"She's a freak."
"I wonder what's in that book she carries around."
"It seems like she carries a different book every day."
"Has she talked to anyone yet?"
"No, she seems to keep to herself."
And no one cares that I'm American.
"What ethnicity is she?"
"Her skin looks a little dark."
"I heard she's from America."
"But look at her. She looks like she doesn't bathe, her skin is just a touch too dark."
I don't think anyone here minds that I'm part Puerto Rican. But I've made a lot of friends so far.
"Just stay away from her."
"She's weird."
"She's a freak."
Thank you for letting me expand my education by letting me go to a different country. Love you!
Love,
Dallas
The girl stared at the letter.
"Yay for bull-shitting." The girl mumbled as she folded the letter and put it in an envelope. "I don't mean to lie to you Dad, I really don't." she whispered as she pulled some of her curly brown hair away from her face. "But I don't want you to take me away from this place. I'm sick of staying in America. I'll find a way to like it here." The girl yawned and curled up in her bed. "Tomorrow's always a new day."
Chapt.1
Dallas walked the halls of Ouran in her yellow dress. She detested the uniform with a passion.
I feel like a walking banana. She thought to herself in annoyance. However, since the dress was long enough, she wore sneakers underneath. They were way more comfortable than the normal shoes.
As Dallas walked, she couldn't help but feel stared at. The girls were giving her weird looks and whispering to each other. The guys were either talking to the girls or not paying attention to Dallas in general. Not that she minded.
To her, boys were something she didn't really like. She found then stupid, immature, and uncaring. At least that's what they were when she went to school in America. There was no such thing as being chivalrous. Only one boy ever treated her like a lady and… well… that was complicated.
"Dallas, right?" questioned one of the girls and Dallas grinned slightly, someone finally talking to her.
"Yeah. That's me." She grinned.
"The girls and I were having a discussion about who the cutest host club member is. What do you think? We're stuck between Tamaki and Honey." The girls all giggled at the names in delight.
"Um… well… I'm not really into the host club." The girls gasped at her statement.
"What do you mean?" one of the girls questioned.
"Well, they just don't really appeal to me I guess." Dallas shrugged.
"How could they not!" another girl exclaimed.
They're acting like what I'm saying is like treason or something. Dallas thought as she looked at the shocked and angry faces of the girls.
"That's just my personal opinion." The girl stated swiftly, trying to avoid any conflict.
"So the rumors are true. You are a lesbian." One girl stated, crossing her arms.
I'm not a lesbian. But c'mon now, even if I was I shouldn't be yelled at like this.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, but it's still my prerogative." Dallas said calmly. The girls looked at her as if she grew a second head.
"Ew! We have P.E class together! We get changed in the same changing room!" one girl exclaimed in horror and the other girls all fawned over the girl who spazed.
Yeesh. These girls are such Drama Queens.
"I promise that I don't look, but if you still feel uncomfortable, we can talk to the teacher about my iffy sexuality and maybe she'll let me change in the guy's dressing room." Dallas said with a small smirk.
Dallas then walked away from the girls who looked very miffed, but she could care less. To her, the conversation, and the matter was over.
So what if they think I'm a lesbian. Dallas thought with a shrug. If they knew I was straight, would they treat me differently? If so, I still wouldn't want to be friends with them. Shallow bitches, that's what they are.
Dallas heaved a sigh, and her chauffer was waiting for her in the limo.
She thought the only consequences of neither denying nor affirming that she was a lesbian would mean that she'd stay friendless, rumors about her would continue, and she'd spend her school year alone. Honestly, Dallas didn't mind that. However, things took a different turn.
~*~*~*~*~The Next Day~*~*~*~*~
"Where the hell is my notebook?" Dallas mumbled as she rummaged through her backpack, and scanned her surroundings for it.
Dallas always carried around a notebook. Each different notebook was important to her. She cherished the things written in them. They only made sense to her, but that was the beauty of it. It was almost like a riddle to other people trying to read. It kept them out of her stuff. But now one of her many notebooks were missing.
She had about twelve before it. She wrote on every page and then got a new notebook. That was how it worked. Each book was like a volume of a story that she was orchestrating, but now one of the volumes were missing.
Dallas sat at her desk, furious at herself for loosing something so important.
"Dammit." She grumbled, running her hands through her hair.
"Looking for something?" inquired a voice, and Dallas looked up to see the girls who she was talking to the day before. In one of the girl's hands was her notebook.
"Give me my notebook back." Dallas growled, but had to take in a deep breath. When she was angry, she tended to think more with her fists then her brain. Luckily for her not many things got her angry, but unfortunately when her notebooks were taken away, she did get angry.
"We will in time." The girl smiled. "But you have to do a little something for us."
Tt. These girls look so weak. I could break these girls in two so easily. It'd be the easiest fight in the world. Ugh. But I can't. I don't want to be kicked out of school.
"What do you want me to do?" Dallas questioned, raising an eyebrow. The girls giggled like it was some giant joke.
"We want you to go to the host club, and become one of the boy's clients and keep going there until we tell you you can stop." The girl giggled.
Well… this is stupid.
"And let me guess. If I don't do what you say, I'll never see my notebook again?" Dallas questioned tiredly.
"Yes." Nodded the girl.
Become a client? What do they even gain from this? Don't they think I'm a lesbian? Maybe it's some twisted fetish they have that they want to see a lesbian flirt with a straight guy. Or they just want to make me feel uncomfortable, because those hosts are handsy, and I do enjoy my personal space. Hmm… maybe it would be a good experience. I could use it in a story or something.
"Fine. When do you want me to start?" Dallas questioned in annoyance. She wasn't used to being told what to do.
"Tomorrow, and we better see you there." One of the girl's growled, and then stormed off, their heads held high as if they were the Queens of the school. Dallas shook her head in disgust.
Ass holes.