She Was Different
Chapter 1: I Met Her And Couldn't Stop Thinking About Her
Kenji Tonpuson
I walked down the dark street; it was eerie quiet except the sound of the rain dripping on the ground, and off my leather jacket. I kept tugging every so often at my jackets collar to keep the rain from dripping into my shirt.
The rain was spitting so softly, my hair wasn't even slightly damp, but it still bothered me when rain would go into my shirt.
The usually crowded sidewalks were almost empty, except a couple people every now and again. I knew I should be going back to my parents house, knowing my mother if it was one minute pass the time I was supposed to be home, she was expecting me dead, and in some ditch somewhere. My father always told her she was over exaggerating, but that didn't stop her from freaking out.
I look forward wondering if I should go back to my parents or keeping walking when I see someone. She was a girl, that I know, but what confused me is why she is dressed so much like a boy, the clothes she was wearing was so boyish that any normal passerby would think she is a boy. She had beautiful big eyes, a cute face, and a models body, why would she purposely wear clothes that make others think she's actually a he? Maybe she's a tranny, those aren't uncommon these days, I think to myself. I feel a wave of disappointment, if she was a tranny that probably meant she wouldn't date me. But I guess I couldn't anyways, I mean if some random stranger came up to me and asked me if I would like to go out to dinner sometime I'd probably say no, unless of course she was an extremely hot girl, then I would.
The girl dressed like a boy accidentally bumps into a built man, with two men beside him. "Excuse me, sorry," she apologizes, as she tries to get out of their way.
The built man looks in shock at her for a split second before grabbing her arm. "So you are a girl, I felt your breasts when you ran into me, and you're a cute on too, how about we go have some fun?" he asks, although he doesn't wait for her answer before he starts pulling her arm to follow him.
I saw the expression on her face harden, "let me go," she commanded in a booming voice.
I felt anger prick my face, as I clench my jaw. "She said let her go," I say running up to them. The man just smiles at me, and I feel my anger grow worse. I look at the girl through the corner of my eye to see an annoyed expression directed towards me. I try to hide my shock, I mean after all I'm helping her.
"Who are you?" one of the men asks beside the man holding her arm.
"Just a citizen that will not let you try to rape this girl." I say. The men beside him come up to me, and I punch him in the face before he does or says anything. Then I kick the next guy in the stomach, and grab the man who was holding the girl, and twisted his arm back making him grunt in pain and let go of the girl who scrambled away for a second before straightening herself up like nothing happened. I let go, and push him away.
All the men ran, and scramble away as I watched in amusement. I turned to ask the girl if she was okay but I saw her walking very fast away, I ran to catch up to her, and we stopped at the light post. "Are you okay miss?" I ask.
"I'm fine, no need to worry." She said with anger and urgency. She turned on her heel to walk again, but let out a small moan of pain. I looked down to see that her ankle might be sprained.
"Here, sit on that bench, I think your ankle might be sprained." I say.
"I can take care of myself," she says, she attempts to walk, but end up falling. I catch her in my arms from behind. I don't know why but my heart speeds up.
"Just check your ankle you stubborn girl." I spit, I felt angry for some reason that she wasn't letting me heal her ankle, that she just hurting herself.
The girl sits down on the bench crossing her arms, and looking away. I slip off her tennis shoe, and pull off her sock. I touch her foot at places, and find out that it is indeed sprained. "Yeah your ankle is sprained, it's going to be bruised, and swollen for a while." I say, I glance a little at her to see her looking down at me with big, brown, beautiful eyes. A blush crept up on my face, and I tried to hide it by keeping my head down.
"Well thanks for the information," she says softly. I jerk my head to her in surprise, she was talking roughly before, and it made my heart skip a beat when she spoke softly like that. She gives me a big smile that causes her to close her eyes, and then looks side to side, and starts limping away.
I catch up to her, and put an arm under her armpits to steady her. "Here, let me help you home," I say.
"You've already done enough, don't worry about me." She says in a soft voice.
"Well at least let me take you to a hospital-"
"No!" She blurted. "I mean, if I go to a hospital I'll never hear the end of it from my friends."
She didn't have to say it, I caught the hint she just made, she didn't want her friends to worry about her, it was very sweet of her.
Haruhi Fujioka
My ankle was killing me so much that in the back of my mind I actually wanted to go to the hospital, but I knew if I went Kyoya, being the stalker he is, would defiantly find out and tell the others. Then the twins and Tamaki would smother me like no other.
The boy was kind, but I was angry that he thought I was some pathetic school girl, who doesn't even know how to take care of herself; even so I did appreciate him taking me away from those low lives. I mean let's admit it; I have no physical strength whatsoever.
We reach my apartment complex, and I tell him I can take it from here. "What time do you go to school, I mean, do you walk to school? I mean how old are you?" the boy says stumbling over his words, and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yes I walk to school." I say, excluding my age, and when I go to Ouran High Academy.
"Well then I'll drive you," he proclaims.
"No, there's no need-"
"Nonsense," he interrupts. "You have a sprained ankle; I'd be a very bad person to make you walk to school."
I sigh loudly at his stubbornness. "I really don't need a ride, I'll be fine." I say, and turn to hurry and leave before he says anything otherwise. Although I have a bad feeling he's going to end up showing at my doorstep.
Kenji Tonpuson
I smiled as the brunette hurried away, she was indeed stubborn, and my taste didn't quite like stubborn girls, but something about her catches my eye every time. I don't even want to look at another girl twice because of this strange petite, brunette.
The girl remained glued into my mind as I headed to my home. I going crazy, I have to see her again, I think to myself before deciding I was going to her apartment at six and wait until she comes out to take her to school. That way I can find out her name, and see her again.
I reach my house, and sigh, it was a long night, and my mother loved nothing more than to ask a million tiring questions. "I'm home," I call, stepping inside.
"Hey son, I'm in here." My fathers voice calls.
I walk into the living room to find him with his suit still on, with a beer in his hand, while watching TV.
"Where's mom?" I ask.
"She went to her little gossip group," he says, pushing his glasses up. My mother always says she's going to be with her friends, but my dad and I call their gathering The Gossip Group since all they do is gossip.
My father went back to stare at the TV pushing his glasses up his nose, my father is quite handsome, and lots of girls young, and old think so. He has glasses, black hair; he's really tall, and built. Some thinks he's scary, but I know my dad, and he is actually kind. I look a lot like my dad, I have short black hair that's gelled but not gelled back more in a style, I also tall, and built, and I have gray eyes. My father has blue though so there's the difference.
I go to my room, and lay down, the only thing going through my head is about that girl I found.
To be continued…