A/N: So here is my new story! It's inspired by the anime series Kaichou wa Maid-sama and Ouran Highschool Host Club. I hope you all enjoy!

Sophia groaned as she turned the alarm clock off. Right now she just wanted to roll over and fall asleep again, but she couldn't be late for school. After some more groaning and whining she finally managed to swing her legs out from under her blanket, and placed her feet on the ground. A shiver ran through her as the cold of the wooden floor, and basically the room around her, hit her still warm skin. She sighed heavily as she stood, walking over to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast and lunch for the day. Buying lunch at school was way too expensive, so she just prepares her meals in the morning.

After making her lunch and breakfast she made her way to the bathroom. She chewed on the piece of old bread with a bit of jam as she washed her face, drying it with the towel next to the sink. She then grabbed a hairbrush and started combing the knots out of her hair. She put her hair in a flat bun before taking her wig out from under the sink. With ease she put the wig on, combing the shorter pieces of dark hair before nodding to herself in the mirror and started brushing her teeth.

When she was done in the bathroom she went to her room again, looking through her closet for what to wear today. She wasn't feeling like she wanted to wear something special, so she decided on a simple hoody and jeans. She took the elastic band and stretched that over her boobs to make them look flatter before she put on her hoody. It was kind of like a strapless bra but without the filling.

Now dressed, she gathered her stuff in her bag, grabbed her lunch, and went to the front door. She checked if her wig was still on properly before taking a deep breath and opened the door. It wasn't such a big deal stepping outside, the only difference was, was that to the world she wasn't Sophia Martha Jones anymore.

She was Sander Jones.

School had never been fun, but apparently you need it to get a job later in life. Sophia grabbed her math book, about to close her locker again when something – or rather someone – caught her attention. Though, it wasn't hard to spot him, since a hoard of girls was never far behind.

Felix.

He was the number one popular guy of the school; tall, blond, a scar across his face and dangerous look in his grey eyes. You may think he was the guy who got all the girls, who had the worst grades, and who always got himself into trouble.

Well, you're wrong.

Because Felix was the guy who never looked twice at a girl, never took advantage of them. He was also the guy with the best grades – even better then Sophia herself – and never got himself in trouble. Everyone, including the teachers, saw him like some sort of god or something, but to Sophia he was just another shithead who better stay out of her way.

He was the exact opposite as how people around school saw her. Sander Jones was also known as the Phoenix of the halls, the guy you do everything to avoid. Under Sophia's hairline on the back of her neck was a tattoo of a phoenix she got a few years ago before she started this school. It was a symbol of her rebirth of herself, of how she was never going to let anyone ever hurt her again, which meant no friends.

In short: Felix was loved while Sophia was hated.

Sophia closed her locker, about to walk to her next class as Felix walked by, smiling at her. "Hey Sander," he said before looking before him again, the group of fangirling girls following behind him.

Sophia simple rolled her eyes as she walked into the other direction. She wasn't stupid nor was she as pathetic as those girls that followed behind him. He may seem perfect, but everyone has flaws, even Felix. When she entered the classroom she dismissed all the thoughts of him, she had more important things to worry about.

With a sigh she sat down in her seat, getting her book and notebook out of her bag. But of course couldn't do this in peace as the class-asshole thought he could handle her again. Peter came to sit beside her, taking her notebook and looking through it.

"Give it back you ass," she said, using her lower voice which she had mastered a while back. She tried to snatch it back but Peter held it out of her reach.

"Come on, Sander, can't I take a look at your notes? I'm sure they're very useful," Peter said as he stood with her notebook still in his hand. Sophia stood as well, not feeling in the mood of being pissed off today. Not many people dared to stand up against her, but then there was Peter who thought it was funny to mess with her. She had to admit that he was brave – or stupid – that even more than one good kick or punch he still hasn't stopped picking on her.

"Yes, they're useful, that's why they're mine," she growled, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back in a move he didn't expect. She got her notebook back from his other hand before roughly pushing him away from her, causing him to stumble over a chair. She said down, checked if her wig was still in place, and continued unpacking as if nothing had happened. She noticed Peter who was about to launch for her when teacher entered the room.

"Okay everyone, please take your seats, I have an announcement," Miss Blanchard said cheerfully. She was nice, Sophia's favorite teacher, but sometimes her cheerfulness so early in the morning was annoying. As Miss Blanchard told everyone what the announcement was, Sophia absently started doodling in her notebook. Only when the seat beside her wasn't empty anymore she looked up, seeing no other than the blond popular guy sit beside her. "Okay, lets start's todays lesson."

"What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed at Felix. She was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to be in this class. The last time she checked the desk beside her was always empty.

"I changed classes, they said that this class may be more challenging for me," he explained as he gathered his stuff. Sophia rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the board where Miss Blanchard was explaining something new. She tried to concentrate, but Felix kept glancing into her notebook, annoying her to no end.

"Do you want something?" she hissed when she finally got enough of him. He simply pointed his pen at her doodle.

"That's really good, where did you learn to draw like that?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"None of your business." She turned her attention back to the board, hoping that he got the clue and left her alone. He did. She didn't talk to him after that, and he didn't talk to her, for which she was glad he didn't, because she was already pissed off by him more than ever.

When all the boys had left the changing room, Sophia emerged from her hiding spot. She had to admit that today's sport lesson wasn't as disappointing as she thought it would be. They did kickboxing, one of her favorite sports. It actually felt really relaxed now as she walked to her locker. It was just what she needed; punch all her stress and anger away in a punch bag or a person. She would probably have aching muscles tomorrow, but she didn't mind, she needed this.

As she opened her locker she pulled her gym shirt over her head, causing her wig to dislocate on her head. She took off the wig and undid the bun in her hair, letting her long black locks slide over her shoulders, and down her back. She let out a long breath as she massaged her scalp. It was a good thing she always had sports before lunch so that she could take her time in the changing room. No one was waiting for her in the cafeteria of the school anyway.

She suddenly heard a noise from behind her and quickly spun around. She saw no one, no movement, and no sign of someone who just had entered or left. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as she continued changing. If anyone came to know about her secret, than she would be in real trouble. She wouldn't know what to do if anyone came to know. Hell, her entire world would collapse.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," Sophia said as she entered the back of the café she worked in. Outside of school she had a part-time job as a waitress in a cosplay café in the town that was close to where she lived. No one from school came here, so it was perfect for her to work here without anyone finding out about her secret. It paid also pretty good.

"It's okay, just get changed quickly," Belle, her manager, said, smiling sweetly. Sophia smiled back, nodding before disappearing into the changing room. Today's theme was 'cats', which meant that all the waitresses had to wear a cat costume and act a little like the animal itself. She quickly changed into her costume, and drew on the whiskers before entering the café to welcome the next customer.

"Welcome to Storybrooke Cos-" Sophia started but stopped herself when she saw who had entered the café. She could feel her blood drain from her face as she was standing face to face with no other than Felix, the last boy she wanted to see out here. He was looking down at her with those grey eyes from under his hood, and for once in her life she didn't know what she was supposed to say. To her relief, Belle came to the rescue.

"Welcome to Storybrooke Cosplay Café, where would you like to sit?" Belle said, nudging Sophia to go. She snapped out of her trance and quickly made her way to the back. As soon as the door closed behind her she leaned back again the wall, sinking to the ground.

"Why him, why of all people him," she mumbled to herself, feeling her heart beating faster and faster.

"Soph, are you okay?" Violet said, kneeling down beside her. Violet was another waitress at the café, the only person Sophia would consider a friend to her.

"No, no I'm not okay. This guy from my school is in the café and now my life is ruined," she said, letting her head fall back against the wall behind her.

"Why is that?" Violet asked confused. Of course, she didn't know about her going to school while pretending to be a boy. But maybe Felix didn't recognize her, maybe he didn't know it was her, maybe she was just freaking out about nothing. She had whiskers drown onto her face anyway, she wasn't that recognizable.

"You know, Violet, never mind." She took another deep breath before standing. At that moment Belle came in, her expression worried.

"Sophia, what was that all about?" she asked. Sophia smiled, waving her hand.

"I'm sorry, it was nothing and it won't happen again."

"Good, because that handsome young man wanted you to take his order," Belle said, pointing behind her. Sophia tensed, but forced a smile. She wasn't going to let him get to her, she had a job to do. With another deep breath she walked into the café, hoping that maybe someone would ask for her on her way to his table, but of course she had no such luck. Eventually she arrived at his table, his expression the same as the one he always had in school.

"What can I get you, Sir?" she asked when she finally found her voice, pulling her little notepad out of her pocket. However, Felix didn't make this easy for her when he suddenly started laughing to himself. "Is something funny?" she asked through gritted teeth as she tried to keep the smile on her lips.

"Not at all," he said, looking back at her. "what's your name?"

"Sophia," she said fast, holding up her notepad. "now may I take your order?"

"Sophia," he repeated, looking her up and down. "water is fine for now."

"Water, I'll be right back." Before turning she send him one last fake smile. The moment she was in the back again the smile faded, and she collapsed on a chair. "I hate that idiot."

"Come on, he isn't that bad," Tink said from where she was standing by the door, clearly spying on him. It didn't even surprise Sophia anymore.

"He wants water, you can bring him that if you want."

"Really? Thank you, Soph!" Tink said enthusiastically before rushing over to the kitchen to get the said water. Not long after she disappeared Tink reappeared with a glad of water that had a slice of lemon on the side and even a little flower floating on top of it. Sophia shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose as Tink walked past her. Why did everyone fall in love with him the moment they saw him? She just didn't get it.

Sophia sighed before standing. She had work to do, and an idiot like him wasn't going to stop her.

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