Mixed Up

Chapter One – Today you are a...hostess?

You know, because I'm rich, people tend to think I'm a spoilt brat with everything going for them. Farther from the truth than you can actually get. Yes, I do tend to get spoilt, but that's just my parents way of trying to buy my affection and sometimes, yeah, I do tend to think, "Wow, my parents must really love me." However, there is always that little voice at the back of my head which makes me see sense and sometimes makes me want to distance myself even more from them. Also, I have to fight to get what I want; I had to work to get my recording sessions, my bass, most of my clothes. It's not that if I asked, they'd say no, it's because I don't want to ask. I know, it sounds weird... I guess I'm just stubborn.

Well, anyway, it's my first day of school. I have to attend Ouran High School, a school where intellect has no place and you buy yourself in. This should be...interesting.

I can already tell that I'll hate this school because the girl's uniforms are so disgusting that I've had to wear the boys. Also, the boy's uniform is plain as hell so I've mixed it up a bit. I think I look okay in it... I've got the blue blazer but I've stuck some pins and badges on the left chest part, I'm wearing the little jumper thing to go under it properly and the shirt and tie... Okay, I've lowered the tie a bit and not done up the top button, so sue me! I've traded the trousers for black cut offs that go to just above my knee and I'm wearing long black socks and my blue converses.

I hope to startle, or maybe even shock, the snooty kids at Ouran. I haven't blended in at my last schools and I don't intend to start now.

Applying a bit of eyeliner, I examine myself in the mirror and then brush my long hair. I yawn as I pick up my backpack and attempt to make it out of the door...

No luck, Mother yells, "Wait! We need to take your picture!" I groan and shut the door and turn back. Mother and Father are standing at the bottom of the staircase, beaming at me and Mother holding the camera as if it was a weapon. Dad comes over and drapes his arm over my shoulder as Mum takes numerous shots. When she's finished, I try to escape, but am pulled back to have pictures with her. I sigh after the countless photos and make another bid for freedom, but now she needs 'one more of just me.'

Thank the lord! I've finally gotten out of the door and I'm on my way to school. Mum and Dad insisted I took the car; however, I and a girl I met over the holidays have plans to walk to school together.

She seems okay; she doesn't laugh at my London accent and doesn't question my eyeliner, so I think we'll get on fine. I have a slight skip in my step as I approach her house; she's waiting for me outside her grand gates, smiling slightly. She's wearing a kind of customised version of the girl's uniform; she has it up to her knees and with short sleeves, not including the puffball shoulders. She has white stockings and little black shoes.

"You look nice, Emirii," I greet with a grin. She pulls a face and then says,

"Why are you wearing the boy uniform?"

"I love you too, Emirii."

It takes us a while to get there, but, we get there five minutes early. I can feel a few people's eyes on me; I have to grin, especially when I hear,

"What the hell is that girl wearing?" Emirii nudges me,

"They're talking about you, Mahato," she hisses, I give a shrug to show I don't give a damn and she raises an eyebrow.

We walk to our class when the bell goes; we're the same age so we didn't have to worry about being split up. We notice that all of our classmates had little groups they hung around with, I lean back on my chair and Emirii sat on my desk, we start to chat for a while, until, we are rudely interrupted by some perverts. One of them taps my nose and I look up, they grin and one of them says,

"Can you two please come to music room three, later?" I blink but Emirii nods. They smile and clap their hands together,

"Cool, we'll see you two later."

I look at Emirii and raise an eyebrow; she shrugs and says, "They were cute..." With an exasperated groan, I head-butt the desk, I will hate it here.

About an hour later and many failed bids for freedom, I find myself in music room three. On my right there is a girl who I recognize by name and not by face and Emirii, whom is busy drooling over a tall guy with glasses.

There are seven of them, they all seem exactly opposite. The two perverts who approached us earlier smile at a tall blonde guy,

"See, boss! We told you we could get pretty girls!" Emirii nudges me and I find it hard not to burst out laughing and point out I came here because Emirii wanted to, not because I did! (Honest gov'!) The tall blonde guy comes over to us,

"Hello ladies! I am Tamaki Suoh and I have a proposition." I raise my eyebrows,

"Oh?" the girl next to me inquires, flicking her black hair. He smiles at us,

"You see, we're the school's host club and we..."

"Wait! Wait!" I hold my hand up to shush him, "You're all a bunch of ego maniac guys who entertain girls with no life?" Tamaki looks stunned for a moment and Emirii elbows me; I shut up and then say,

"Sorry, do go on."

Tamaki clears his throat and then says, "Well, the principle of Ouran loves the club but has become pretty concerned that the boys are unhappy." My eyes widen,

"No! No way! No hope in hell!" I go to turn away and storm out, the one with the glasses and that Emirii was drooling over earlier takes a step further and then stops me.

"You're Mahato Tanaka, right?" I turn and face him,

"Yeah?" he grins and pushes his glasses further up his nose, I know that look.

"Oh shit... Kyouya? Kyouya Ootori?" he nods and I sigh,

"You have something to blackmail me, don't you?" he says nothing but I see the gleam in his eye,

"Fine, I'll join." Emirii says nothing; she just nods to show she's in as well. The other girl shakes her head,

"I'm not!" she turns to make a break for it, the two perverts stick their foot out and makes her fall over and head first into a bunch of china. She scowls at them and then Kyouya says,

"That's going to cost... You can work it off," she shakes her head,

"I'll pay!" the twins whisper something into her ear, she goes chalk-white and then stands by me again,

"Fine," she says, deflated.

Tamaki beams, a girlish looking boy smiles faintly at us, "Welcome to the club," I blink and then smile gently back. Tamaki's beam turns into a scowl and he goes ballistic,

"Don't stare at my daughter! That's an order!"

As he blares on I blink at the brunette and mouth, "Daughter?" he rolls his eyes and goes,

"They thought I was a boy, made me join the host club, found out I was a girl and I've got to stay here and chat up boys." I nod; this 'club' thing is already starting to freak me out...