HER BAD BOY

An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction

Pairings: Tamaki & Haruhi

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran.

A/N: This story does not include the existence of the Host Club. I'm truly sorry. T_T

Chapter One
What are you, a commoner?

Mother in heaven, I hope you're happy for me.

And I hope you're proud of me.

Because today, I'm officially a student at the Ouran Academy.

"Excuse me, do you know where I can find – oof!"

But even though you're happy and proud of me from up there, however, I'm not all that content of myself even a little. And I couldn't give myself a thumb up this morning.

"That hurts you know!"

When I made my very first step on that pavement of the Ouran Academy, I know in my heart that this is the place where I should be. I've strived hard enough and I earned it by excelling in exams. And that I should be pleased to get the scholarship, since there are not many of people like me could earn such a fortune of a scholarship to one of the most prestigious institute in the country. Out of thousands of people who applied, I was the luckiest one to have it. I should be happy.

Unfortunately, being the only one getting into the academy with the scholarship not only have made me the most popular person in the school, but also being the topic of everyone's conversations – I could tell by the way they look at me and their whispers – and being the bullies' little target. And into the bargain, it all happened on my first day of school. Talk about bad luck.

My book-filled bag somehow managed to disappear from my seat after my first encounter with the luxurious cafeteria ended at half past ten. Of course, I can only eat the bento set that I prepared only this morning. At first, I thought that my bag had accidentally slipped down from my chair, so I have no other choice but to inspect under it. Sadly, there was nothing there except a white paper that has been shaped into a ball situated near to one of the chair's leg. By some means, I didn't hesitate to pick it up and to be surprised to what that has been written on the crumpled paper.

Commoner, your bag wanted to go for a nice swim. So we had kindly fulfilled its wish. Don't bother to thank us.

There was no signature of the writer.

I wondered then, in such places like this, how can there be bullies? Picking on someone may result one's company to be corrupted, they should have known the consequences. Each of everyone here in the academy holds a title, whether the son or daughter of (enter name here) Company, that could possibly be a threat or much worse, enemy to the other. Fighting or in my case, bullying can only cause mishap for the family's company and the family's name. Yet to what I heard before coming here, the Ouran Academy students, who are told and fortunately understood about the costs, are those people with notable etiquette. They are recorded as the nicest people in the country, but I highly doubt that.

Looking at the situation I am in, it's hard to even let the thought of these students being nice hovering in my mind. Maybe they look at me, since I'm the commoner scholar, differently and thought of me as if I'm such an outsider, or perhaps… an alien.

I sighed; the paper was still in my hands. I couldn't blame them from thinking of me that way. I'm like the poorest student in the entire academy. I mean, look at me. The messy hair, the huge glasses, the non-uniform clothes that I'm wearing, it's not possible for people to underestimate me. From the looks of it, they all think I'm actually a boy!

A boy with low self-esteem, untidy, unattractive, with no sense of direction, a weakling – they could see right through me.

I sighed again. Perhaps one of the reasons that the seniors bullied me is that I'm a poor commoner who drinks instant coffee instead of the ones being grounded. I mean, I could not do anything about it anyway, about the bullying, except reporting to the Principal… But then again, I would disturb him and maybe cause him to change his mind on giving me the scholarship. I shouldn't bother him then. He'd done so much for me and I don't want to repay him back by complaining about my condition. It would tire him off.

Without thinking twice, I slid the paper into my right pocket and stormed out of the classroom in the search of finding my bag.

The hallways seemed like it went forever. I noticed that a few students were walking along them but I didn't bother their whispers and 'oh's because I know that they were referring practically to me, so I quickened my pace and later found myself running out of the building into the garden. And I was greeted with a gush of breeze as I made a step closer to a beautiful fountain, situated in the middle of the blossoming garden of the academy.

Not to my surprise, my eyes were suddenly locked onto the objects that were floating on the surface of the crystal clear water. And I know what the objects were even with the slightest glimpse. I forced a smile to be carved upon my face as I went into the water to fetch away my belongings. Then out of the blue, I started to realize that no one in the academy had engaged a nice chat with me. Not one of them had kindly offered me to join for a chat or just simply give me a 'Hi'.

Typical rich bastards...

I laughed quietly. Well, that's what you get when a commoner gets herself into a big community of the wealthy. But I should have already known the consequences. I should have been prepared. But I didn't... I've done nothing...

Suddenly, I felt a tear slowly rolled down to my cheek and dropped preciously into the water, causing the gentle water waves to diffract into a circular shape.

Mother, are you still happy for me after what I faced earlier today?

I hurriedly went to my next class after gathering my stuffs back. I was lucky enough to not have any of my possessions missing and for all I know it would be a really, really long day if one of them had been gone. I was so relieved when I learnt that my wallet which contained my identity card, student card, etc. has not been displaced from their original compartments.

I ran as fast as I could after I realized that I was practically twenty minutes late for class. I kept on running although the other students in the hallways were giving me a confused and irritating look towards my sudden behavior. And I can't afford to lose any time. It's just my first day here and I have no other choice but to speed up my tempo and get to class while hoping that the teacher will forgive my lateness. But this is just not me. I never was late to classes back in my old school. I never...

I abruptly stopped my tracks and took a deep breath by a pillar. My right hand rested on its cold marble body while the other was holding on to my bag's strap. I could feel sweat emerged on my forehead but I have no intention to wipe them off. My breathing was hasty, my legs felt tired after the running, so I decided to relax myself for a while before I collapse and embarrass myself in front of the students.

I then looked around to gaze to the surroundings. Everything was incredibly huge, I saw. Not just the stairs and the chandeliers, but the paintings too! Every detail was perfectly done, I could see. The craftsmanship is truly outstanding which amazed me so much that I found myself to not mutter a word. But I've been all day around the academy, touring. How could I not see these remarkable works of art? My eye lids dropped a little all of the sudden. Maybe, I just hadn't had enough time to appreciate them.

Ding dong.

I startled the second I heard the bell chimed. I've been in my imagination way too long and class is nearly finished! This isn't good. I'll miss my History class, oh my, what… What will the Principal say? I was too horrified to think what the words will come out from the Principal's mouth after he knew that I have not been in class for History, so I dashed off to my classroom.

And with all the panicking and the adrenaline rush I was having, I then came to a completely stop. I had loss the way to my classroom and with just a matter of minutes, my History class will be over! I couldn't think straight, it's like I had lost my mind. And to make it worse, there was no one there. No presence of life other than myself. I'm all alone in the hallway that started to scare me by the minute. Oh God, what should I do?

I turned around, seeking a path that leads to my classroom. I let my body move forward, still finding a way to there. When I was sure that I was losing all of hope, I then saw a human figure just a few feet away from me, holding somewhat a piece of paper. And I was glad to saw that it was one of the teachers of the academy and I quickly ran to the said teacher. And all I remembered was that I asked for the teacher's help and without notice, I slammed into someone who, when I regained my posture from the fall, is rather furious at me for having to accidentally bump into him and saying that I had hurt him.

"You better watch where you're going! Someone is actually walking down these hallways!" He's saying that to me now. The tone of his voice indicates me that he's not joking about the bumping matter at all.

"I'm sorry. I w-was in a hurry... and I can't find my way, so I – "

"You can't find your way?" He cut me off in mid sentence and asks me in disbelief. His eyes blink twice and then he laughs out a sinister laugh loudly. The walls of the hallways reflect his laughter which causes his laugh to echo and that they give me Goosebumps. He stops laughing a while later. "What are you, a commoner?"

I feel my cheeks start to turn red. How dare he say that to me? Of course I'm a commoner, so what's the big deal of being and staying a commoner? Is it illegal? Is it sinful? I clenched fists into balls, restraining from the anger that's been keeping in me all day long. Well, I don't think so, Not So Mr. Nice Guy!

"What? Are you going to hit me now, girl?"

My eyes widen as my fists loosen. I somehow manage to let out a quiet gasp. My glasses is slowly slipping away from the bridge of my nose and without a reason, my heart starts to pound like a maniac. How could he guess that I'm actually a girl? I've lost for words then. My throat seems to dry off. My breathing isn't as even as before. But how? How did he?

"If you're wondering how I'd known that you're a girl," he stopped to smile. "I just guessed. But your reaction seemed to confirm it."

He's dressing in his Ouran uniform but what I see in front of me that he added some 'charms' into his school outfit. He has a silver chain dangling from the belt area. He didn't button up his blazer either. An arm bracelet which formed in the shape of two buckles decorated his left sleeve. I notice that his right arm is wrapped with a bandage and that his cheek had a plaster on. His beautiful yet sorrow eyes somehow sting my body when our gazes meet.

His posture and attitude, I could see, are clearly screaming the words 'BAD BOY'. He might be one of the guys that had bullied me earlier this morning. And I sense that he's meaning business. If one disturbs him in any way, the person will then have to pay a heavy price. And I'm not volunteering to be the victim, although seemingly that I had accidentally let myself be one of his. Victims, I mean.

"You better not get in my way again, commoner, or else, you'll be sorry." His voice laces with threat that leaves my jaw drop a little due to the fear. And when his eyes suddenly dart mine, I notice that our faces are just an inch away from each other.

I watch him slowly disappearing from my sight, as to realize that I had missed class but I didn't bother to run back and apologize to my History teacher. My feet are glued to the floor and my eyes could not avert their gaze from his back. Though I feel truly insecure by his words but at one point, I don't really think that he's that much of the bad guy type. Nevertheless, something's telling me that this is not the last time I'll be seeing him.

Except in any way, is to stumble upon a rich, blonde bad boy in the Ouran Academy somewhat a sign?