Ouran High School Host Club
Chapter One
"Close Encounter"
By KittyPrincess1221
I ran down the large, wide halls as the bell tolled for 1st period.
I couldn't believe I was late to class on my first day at Ouran Academy! How embarrassing… What would the rest of the students think? I hate that stare that you get whenever you're late. They stare you down like you've just killed someone. I hate those cold dark stares. My shoes squeaked and scuffed up the tiles as I rushed.
Suddenly, the tip of my shoe tripped over an uneven tile, and I land face first on the floor, my book bag opening and books and papers scattered everywhere, "Ugh! Why now?" I screamed. I picked myself up, brushed myself off, and began to quickly pick up my things. The pain in my knee was murder! I could barely stand, let alone walk. I huffed, out of breath, crawling to the nearest wall, resting under a window that looked out into the courtyard. Well, there's no way I'm getting to class now, I thought to myself. I pulled out my cell phone and checked the time. Class had already been a half hour over, and class only lasts for about 50 minutes. There's no point in trying now. I lean my head back and shut my eyes, trying to relax the pain away from my knee. Before too long, I find myself asleep.
"That's an interesting way to play hooky," I awoke to a young man's voice from over me. I open my eyes and saw a tall boy with short black hair and prescription glasses. He looked down at me in almost a worried expression, but why would he worry about me? No one ever worries about me. And I'm perfectly fine with that.
"It's not like I intended to play hooky," I pushed up my glasses and smirked.
He kneeled down close to me, "Then what did you intend to do?" he chuckled.
I glared at him coldly. He speaks to me like I'm some innocent little girl, not knowing what the hell I'm doing with myself, "If you MUST know, I was trying to get to class. I was running late and I tripped, fell and hurt my knee. Is that such an issue?" I trembled to my feet, surprisingly not in much pain, and packed up my things.
"Well, no. But it is the first day," he smiled and helped me with my papers, "If you needed help, you could've asked." He grinned at me and fixed his glasses. I looked at him half confused. No one's ever been this kind to me, especially not in school. The bell tolled once more and the halls began to swarm with snobby little rich people, just waiting for the day to get over with so they can return home to their mansions and rich parents.
I hate all these damn rich people.
"Kyoya, by the way," he continued.
"What?"
"Kyoya, Kyoya Ootori. Pleased to meet you," he smiled still. He gently put his hand to his chest and bowed slightly.
I couldn't help but grin, myself, "Sayomi," I curtsied, in my Ouran Academy uniform, "Sayomi Yoshiyumi." He looked at my one last time, turned his back, and began walking.
What a strange boy…
Kyoya Ootori.
I repeat his name in my head, over and over and over and over.
Kyoya.
Ootori.
The name of the boy that was kind to me. This should be a good school year.