Alright. That's it. I'm done with all this idiocy. Everyone here, with their stories of music scholarships at Ouran Academy, I've got news for you and your nonsense musician characters. It's nothing like that.
There's no wandering into the Host Club on accident, or just getting noticed by them, really. There's also no getting accepted along with your six best friends, the punker, the nerd, the goof, the flirt and whoever else.
IF you manage to get accepted in the first place, you're all alone. And you're not getting saved by the Host club.
Sorry, but Morinozuka-kun isn't going to run and boom boom boom save you with incredible fighting skills.
Fujioka isn't going to smile and tell you all about the school… Suoh's little sister no one knew about isn't going to be your best friend.
And most importantly, most impossibly the biggest, most blantantly obvious, greatest truth slap of fate is this. Ootori Kyoya and the main character will never, ever, EVER in a thousand years, no matter what happens, EVER fall in love.
Because Ootori is the biggest, harshest, two-faced, double crossing, self serving power hungry jerk at Ouran… No, in this prefecture… No, in Japan… No. ON EARTH. Trust me.
You figure that, when you get here, you'll just fall in love and we'll all end happily ever after with the author's favourite character in love with the main character, a bunch of little bold notes, jokes and random questions throughout? Nuh uh, girlie. This time, it's my story. Proper grammar, realistic plotlines(NO ONE will fall in love with that damn Ootori) and the use of this crazy button called spellcheck.
See, it started when I sent out like, a million scholarship application forms. Sorry, but my family is poor and I wanna go somewhere interesting. By the end, I wasn't even reading them. Just numbly writing in the space provided.
I ended up with only one acceptance letter. It's hard to get scholarships anywhere… So when Ouran Academy accepted me, I was thrilled. At least I can go somewhere other than St. Paul Public High School, where you're with the same kids who potty trained with you at the same day care. Again, good reason to need to get out of here.
When the day finally arrived, I gotta admit, I was nervous. Yeah, I'd taken Japanese here(it's one of the two electives offered at my Junior High), and I've been using that Rosetta Stone program that helps you learn a language, and travel books and manga and anime, but still. What if I get there and look like an idiot? What if I screw up everything? What if I get sent home?
No. I shouldn't think like that. Keep positive… Shit like that.
I was on the plane when I noticed a kid in a school uniform. I felt sorry for that loser. Who wears their school uniform while flying?
Then I noticed the way men in business suits were looking at him. That look of 'I could use that kid…' look, but in a way that they want his business. That kind of scared me. He looked like, my age.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate it greatly. I'll be sure to stop by to visit sometime." The boy murmured in a sickly sweet voice, sending shivers down my spine. The man talking to the boy nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Ootori. I'll look forward to seeing you." He replied, heading back to his seat… I kind of wanted to talk to this Ootori kid, just to see what was so special about him.
I guess I was kinda staring at him, because he looked back at me.
Raven black hair, fit, attractive. Glasses that suited his face well. A thin half smile met me, and I tore my gaze away… But I kept glancing back. He was typing on a laptop, occasionally stopping to chat with these business guys. His baby blue school uniform somehow looked classy and refined. On him, at least. Terrifying.
Finally, the plane landed. They had sent a student to pick me up, they said. They also claimed he would be in school uniform, so I basically stood awkwardly at the luggage dispenser thing, got my luggage, and waited.
Soon, the place had cleared out. The Ootori kid walked away, talking on a cell phone, saying how he'd be at school right away. I dunno about this kid, but honestly, what's so important that you go straight from the airport to school? Seriously.
And then I saw it.
Another kid in that baby blue school uniform, glancing around. He headed towards me, sticking out a hand with a slight smile.
"Miss Teya? Teya Hayden? Erm. I mean, Hayden Teya?" He asked, smiling. I nodded slowly. Oh god. Same uniform as that Ootori kid… Did that mean that he's going to my school? Please let this place be a big school.