"Time to get up, lazy bones! It's time for school!"
"Uhhh, why does it have to be so EARLY?"
"We had to get up earlier back home."
"Morning everyone!"
"Where's my hot chocolate?"
"Calm down, Coco, it's right here."
"Thanks Sam."
"Lizz, you're not even dressed yet!"
"So?"
Hey, sorry about that. I'm Emily Meyers, and me and my friends are new to the school Ouran Acadamy. We're transfer students from America for the year.
Lizz huffed. "Of course I'm dressed," she said, gesturing to her outfit. "I'm not running around naked."
"I hope not," Micky told her. "The only person I ever want to see naked it Emily."
"Shut it, Micky," I told my boyfriend. The I turned back to Lizz and Becca. You would NEVER find those two apart. Even though they're not twins, they act like it. I've never seen them more than three inches apart. "You HAVE to wear the uniform," I explained. "I don't really want to have to deal with calls from the school because we're not wearing the uniform during school hours."
"So you mean-" Becca began.
"-we can change-" Lizz continued.
"-after the final bell?" the said together. I nodded.
"Do I look like I want to wear this hideous dress all day?" I asked. "Besides, with our job after school, it's not appropriate." The girls nodded. I turned to Penny. "You get it all set up for us?" I asked.
Penny shook her head sadly. "Sorry, Emily," she said. "But since I haven't had a chance before today to go into the school, I don't know any empty rooms we could use." I nodded at her.
"That's okay," I told her. "We can just look after school. It's no biggy."
Penny gave a sigh of relief. Suddenly, some hot chocolate was flying past me. I turned to Coco. "It's time to go," she said. "We'll be late if we don't."
I nodded and swung my book bag over my shoulders. Lizz and Becca came into the room holding hands and doing the same. I hadn't even noticed they had left. But I was relived to see that Lizz was wearing the embarrassing yellow dress.
"Let's go," I said. Penny grabbed my arm and pointed to the counter where my glasses sat.
"Glasses," she said. I nodded and grabbed them, pushing them up my nose. Then I followed the others out.
We rode in a limo provided for us to the school.
"I'm envious," I told Micky. "You get to wear something not as embarrassing as us."
"When with the rich, one must act as the rich does," Micky told me, gently kissing my knuckles. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yeah, I guess," I told him, pulling my high ponytail out of my hair and instead putting it back into a low one. "Sticking out might not be the best way to go."
We arrived at the school and I practically had to drag Penny in. She's not really one for being around people she doesn't know. And this school was FILLED with exactly those kind of people.
"See you later, guys," I told them as we walked into our separate ways. I was the only one to not have someone else I knew in my class. Coco and Sam, Lizz and Becca, Micky and Penny.
But I was okay.
The day drew on and on. Boring as hell. And I got chosen to be a student because of my intelligence!
When the final bell rang, I slung my bag over my should and began to speed out of the room. On my way, I bumped into someone.
"Sorry!" I called, only turning my head a bit. Then I ran to the bathroom me and the others declared we'd meet at to change. The others were already there. "I'm here!"
"Come on," Coco whined. "I'm tired of this dress already." I nodded and we walked in. I locked the door behind us, even though Micky was out there to stand guard.
Then we began stripping, just throwing the dresses to the ground. When I finished, I pulled my hair back up into it's high ponytail and began applying my makeup. Blue eye shadow, light pink lip gloss, just a tinge of blush.
Penny was the only one who didn't put on any make up. She just sat on the sink, her short coppery hair falling into her face. I walked over to her.
"Need help with your hair?" I asked her quietly. She nodded. Penny turned so I could braid her hair so it wasn't in her face.
Sam looked up from applying her black lipstick. "How long do you think it's gonna take, Emily?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Shouldn't be more than six months," I told her. "But I could be wrong. We don't even know what she looks like, so it'll be a little bit harder."
Sam nodded. Then Coco put her makeup case back in her bag and dragged Sam out of the bathroom, Sam placing her cap on her head.
I finished Penny's hair just as Lizz and Becca left the room. Penny turned back around and smiled at me.
"Thanks Emily," she said. I smiled at her in return. She jumped down from the sink and pulled her dress into her bag before slipping her bag over her shoulder. "I should probably start looking for a new room too." I waved at her a little as she left.
I picked up my own dress and stuffed it into my own bag. Then I stuffed my glasses into a pocket as I left. I was again the last to leave.
At lunch we had all decided where we'd look, and I was in the music section. From gathered information, one of the music rooms was unused.
I was so focused on my thoughts, I bumped into someone in the halls. "Umph!" I exclaimed as I was knocked off balance. I began falling over, but I turned into it and spun out. When I finished, I was a few feet away from the person I bumped into.
She rolled her eyes. "People just keep bumping into me," she muttered.
"Sorry," I told her. "I wasn't paying attention. I'm Emily, a transfer student this year."
"Haruhi," she replied.
I stuck my hands in my pockets. "So, Haruhi, what are you doing here?" I asked. "I thought everyone already left. You're the only person I've seen since school got out."
Haruhi shrugged and pulled on her sweater sleeves. "Just looking for somewhere to study," she said.
I raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't this place have like, three libraries?" I asked. She nodded.
"But you wouldn't believe how loud they are," she said. "So what are you doing here?"
"Hmm," I replied. "I'm looking for a room where me and some of my friends, aka fellow transfer students, can meet in peace. I heard that one of the music rooms wasn't in use, so for now I'm guessing that'll satisfy both our needs."
Haruhi nodded. "Need help looking?" she asked. I nodded and smiled.
"That'd be nice," I said. We looked in all the different rooms on the floor. Then we both ended up a music room #3. "This has got to be it," I told her. I opened the door and was met with the sickening smell of perfume and a face full of roses.
I coughed and choked. As I tried to grab the door to support myself, I fell into the room. I blinked my teary eyes and looked up to see a bunch of boys. Hot? Yes. Most likely rich? Yes, almost everyone here was. Snobby air around most of them? Who are we kidding? Definitely.
"Welcome," we were greeted by them all at once.
"Host club," I muttered under my breath as I got my feet. I folded my arms casually. This was NOT what I was expecting. But of course, with my line of work, I needed to expect the unexpected.
"This is a host club?" Haruhi asked, backing up against the now closed door. When did that close again? I nodded at her.
"Oh look, it's a boy," said one of the host club members. I raised an eyebrow.
WHO were they talking about? Then I looked at Haruhi. Ah, of course. Her appearance, with those glasses hiding her eyes, the baggy sweatshirt, and hair short cropped, anyone would think she'd a guy. Well, not me, I never miss a detail. Like the fact that her chin is more pointed than a man's, her frame is small (even for a girl's I might add), and only girls have that kind of point to the side of their eyes.
"I believe this young man is in your class, isn't he?" one boy asked the pair of orange haired twins.
They nodded in unison. "Yeah, but he's shy, so we don't know much about him," they told the other boy. The first smirked.
"Well, mister honor student, welcome," he said. The blonde sitting in the chair jumped to his feet.
"What?!" he exclaimed, eyeing Haruhi. "You must be Haruhi Fujioka, the honor student we've heard about!" She struggled with the door, trying to get out, but stopped when the blonde said her name.
"How do you know my name?" she asked. I walked over to the door, rolling my eyes as I calmly opened it.
"Your infamous," said the first one. "It's not everyday a commoner gains entrance to our academy."
"I don't understand why anyone would," I grumbled.
I turned around to see the boys harassing Haruhi. I went over to the blonde holding her and smacked him away. "Eh hem!" I exclaimed. That got their attention on me. "Me and, eh he, BOYfriend here, need to be going. Because obviously, this place is in use."
I took Haruhi's hand and began dragging her out of the room. Then I was turned around by one of the hosts.
"So does that mean you are a commoner as well?" the blonde asked, getting in my face. I leaned back.
"If you mean the lower class in America, yes," I told him. I pushed him away from me. "I'm one of the transfer students for this year. Now excuse us, but we REALLY should be going."
I looked around for Haruhi and saw her being backed up into a stand with a glass vase on it.
She bumped into the stand and the vase began falling. "Haruhi, the vase!" I exclaimed.
She turned and tried to catch it, but just barely missed. The world seemed to slow as the vase fell to the floor and shattered.
I face palmed. "Worst. Moment. Of. My. Life," I said.
Everyone looked horrified. Well, I mean, no wonder. That thing was almost priceless.
"This means I'll have to pay you back," Haruhi said. She sounded broken.
"With what money?" the twins asked. "You can't even pay for a school uniform."
"What should we do, Tamaki?" asked the boy from earlier.
"You'll have to work off your dept," said the blonde who had harassed both me and Haruhi. Tamaki. What a lame name. But I guess it's normal for Japan. "From now on, you're the host's dog!"
"I feel for you, Haruhi," I said, a groan trying to escape. I dragged Haruhi out of the room before she could faint. "Come on, girl, don't do this to me," I muttered. I set her down on a cushioned bench and she calmed down, coming back to her senses.
"So you know?" she asked. "But back there you said-"
"I know what I said," I replied. "But you didn't seem inclined to let them know that you're a girl, so I didn't butt in. But I'm afraid that after now, I'll probably not speak to you again."
"Why?" Haruhi asked. I looked away. Then my phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. It was a text from Penny saying that she found the perfect room.
"I got my girls, and my actual boyfriend," I explained, texting Penny back. "So I don't associate with Host Clubs. Not to mention that I'm not fond of rich snobs, so when you're done paying it off, maybe we'll talk." I flipped my phone off and stuck it in my bag. "See ya, Fujioka," I told her.
I dashed off and down the stairs. Penny's room was somewhere in the language art's department. Well, it would work.
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Penny: Oh, he's the perfect person to do my next portrait on!
Coco: But he's a host!
Penny: What's so bad about that?
Becca: You don't know-
Lizz: What Emily did?
Penny: Oh, Emily, you didn't, did you?
Emily: Not a single one of them is sane or mature, and they deserve to know what it's like to have their hearts broken!
Penny: But it's just not nice.
All: Next time, Meet The Hostesses!