A/N: Dedicated to lightwolfheart
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran
Merit-
Sandy sighed while she leaned against the pillar near the Host club. She didn't know why she bothered coming early, the Host Club was still on for another hour.
She hated the Host club, found them all be a bunch of fakes but nonetheless she stood outside, waiting for her friend to leave.
The door opened and she was really hoping that it was her friend, but to her shock and frustration, it was none other then Kyoya Ohtori.
She hated him the most because he only used girls to benefit his family.
Kyoya glanced up from the black notebook he carried around and smirked at her. "Ah, Miss Dale, it's so good to see you. Why is it that you never come inside?"
She scowled, "no way am I going near you fakes. I'd rather wait out here where it's safe from stupidity."
He chuckled before stepping towards her. "I assure you there is not stupidity in the air, except form our king."
She snorted but made no move to go towards the Host club. The black bespectacled man sighed, shaking his head, before standing in front of her.
"Maybe I can persuade you to come?" He said, whispering it.
She blinked at him in confusion before gasping, because the man had just placed his lips on hers. He then pulled away, smirking, and walked back into the host club.
From that day on, Sandy attended as Kyoya's regular customer.
I'm not used to writing for Ouran because my Ouran Oc is a teacher not a student so romance is not my thing.