Chapter 1

Angie sighed. She so did not want to deal with this right now. Damn her agent for insisting that she go to a school "worthy of her genius, her beauty, and her consistent cash flow." So she was smarter than the average person, looked a bit better than average, and had an uncanny knack for making money… Why should any of those reasons make her go to some posh private school? All Angie wanted was to go the same school as her friend from middle school… She missed Haruhi. She had already gone through three months of hell at Lobelia Girls Academy. Why should she go through another traumatizing, hoity-toity, rich private school? Right because she was a popular author that simply couldn't not make money. But no one even knew that Angebelle Devlin that wrote all those books. Writing under a penname had perks like that. But her agent, her editor, and her publishing company's CEO had agreed and ganged up on her.

Four months ago, behind her back, they had sent in an application for admittance to Lobelia Girls Academy. Tricking her into writing the exam (they had claimed that it was a practice exam), she had aced the exam, and been added to the Lobelia history books as the first person to get 110% on the exam (there had been a couple of bonus questions, as well as several editing errors that Angie had found). They had then bribed, blackmailed, and whined at her until she had given in. There was nothing more irritating then those three when they had a common cause. So she had gone to Lobelia that spring. For three horrid months, Angie had attended Lobelia. Finally, when she could take it no longer, she got her doctor and two of the doctor's friends who were in the same field (one was a general physician, while the other was a psychiatrist) for good measure, and called a meeting with her agent, editor, and the CEO. At the meeting, Angie informed them that she would not go to Lobelia any longer, for any reason. Having the doctors back her up by saying that it would be dangerous for her mental health, psychological stability, etcetera, she demanded a transfer. She didn't care where, as long as it was anywhere but Lobelia. With the psychiatrist making the implication that Angie would not be able to write if she was to stay in the environment that she was in, the three had quickly agreed. But they got to choose the school. Angie had agreed.

Bringing herself back to the present, Angie mentally cursed herself for not being more involved in that decision making process. It was too late now of course, but… No. No she wouldn't let herself regret the past. Too many people do that already, the world doesn't need another person to let regret rule their lives. Angie took a deep breath and let it out again. She was starting school today and there nothing to do about. Angie got out of bed and began to prepare for her first day at Ouran Academy.

Kyoya Otori blinked, and nearly yawned, stopping himself before he did something so vulgar and common. He had been awake until three that morning, working. Getting out of the limo, he nodded absently at the driver, and walked to his classroom.

Tamaki Suou glanced up as his best friend walked into the classroom.

"Kyoya!"

Kyoya glanced up as Tamaki bounced over to him.

"Kyoya! Good morning!"

"Good morning Tamaki. Are you ready for club this afternoon?"

"Yes Kyoya! I can hardly wait!"

Haruhi sighed. Why oh why did she have to be stuck between the twins? She really hated rich people.

As the teacher entered the classroom, Haruhi brought her attention to the front of the room, noting that there was a new student being led in. The teacher introduced the new girl as a transfer student, saying her name was Angie Devlin, instructing her to sit in front of Hikaru, who was sitting on Haruhi's left. The girl quietly nodded and walked to the seat. As the drew closer, Haruhi noted that the girl was probably shorter than she was, had rather long goldish coloured hair, and the bluest eyes Haruhi had ever seen. Haruhi blinked, and the girl was sitting down and unpacking her bag. Haruhi quickly forgot about the girl as class began.

Lunch. Finally. Angie grinned as she thought about all the goodies that she had prepared for her lunch that day. As students began to file out of the classroom, Angie stretched, and grabbed her bag. Rummaging through it, she grabbed her laptop, headphones, and lunch. Getting everything set up on her desk, she glanced around the classroom, thinking she could ditch the headphones if there wasn't anyone in the room. She saw a girl directly behind and to her right. At least she thought it was a girl… The girl was wearing a boy's uniform… Not that Angie could blame her. The girl's uniform sucked! Yellow, poufy, and all around irritating, the uniform was not very flattering to anyone with Angie's skin tone and hair colour. Sighing, she plugged the headphones into the computer and began watching an episode of Sherlock, one of her all time favourite television series. Quickly becoming engrossed in the episode, Angie was barely aware of the fact that she was eating, not alone in the room, and the other inhabitant was staring at her.

Haruhi continued to watch the new girl. It was odd to see a new student in the middle of a term. Not to mention for said new student to eat in the classroom. All the rich kids would go to the cafeteria. And if the girl was not only able to afford Ouran Academy, but also the uniform, she should have enough money to go to the cafeteria. Moving her eyes to the new girl's computer, Haruhi did a double take. Was the new girl watching Sherlock? Before she could talk herself out of it, Haruhi stood up, and strode over to the new girls desk.

Angie glanced up, sighed, paused the video, and removed her head phones.

"May I help you?" Angie was a bit impatient. She wanted to get back to Sherlock!

"I'm sorry, it's just… Are you watching BBCs Sherlock? The one with a modern Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes. Are you familiar with it?" Angie was surprised. It wasn't often that she met someone that had even heard of the series.

"Yeah, I watch it whenever I get the chance at home. Sherlock is awesome isn't he? I mean how he glances at someone and knows everything essential about them."

"I know! It's so cool! Recently I decided to watch the episodes as many time as I possibly can, and try to learn how to do that. Do want to join me in the watching of this episode?"

"Sure! And I wouldn't mind joining you in the learning of that technique. It would be useful in the future. By the way, I am Haruhi Fujioka. Please call me Haruhi"

"Hi Haruhi, I'm Angebelle Devlin. But call me Angie. And I wouldn't mind the company. We could practice together."

Haruhi grabbed her food and brought her chair over to Angie's desk, while Angie made room.

Grinning at each other, Angie unplugged her head phones, and went back to the beginning of the episode. As the episode began, Haruhi commented;

"You know Angie? This may be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"I agree. Oh, and by the way Haruhi? Why are you cosplaying as a boy?"

Thanks to everybody that has read this. I apologise for any mistakes I have made, and probably will make in writing this fanfiction. This is my very first fanfiction so any and all reviews are welcome! Thanks again for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it!

Choco