Chapter 2
My first day at this damned school
-Rebecca's P.O.V-
The sun was now almost up as I sprinted as fast as I could to Ouran Academy. I checked my phone as I ran and couldn't help thinking I would trip.
8:10. Crap I cannot be late for the first day, Janice was right. Wait, did I just say Janice was right? I must belong in a crazy bin. I thought leaping over a pile of litter. Each step I took on the cement felt like someone was cutting me with a knife. 2 corners to go, 1 corner to go.
I stopped running and couldn't believe what I saw. The whole school building was pink! Things seemed to get more quiet. I could only hear the birds twittering. The silence was un natural. I walked through the front gate and found more surprises, Ouran had its own clock tower! Schools in America never had this much peace! Well, in New York that is.
Maybe I was wrong! This place seems pretty cool, I might like it here! I thought happily skipping through the grounds. I then found out that every place has its disadvantages. A gust of wind blew softly and the cherry blossom trees started shedding their petals and flowers like Max sheds his fur. The petals caught in my hair and stuck there. By the time I pulled them out new ones came in. I suddenly heard a scream that sounded like a small child's. I quickly spun around ready to fight whatever was troubling the kid and I saw 2 people, one was short with blonde hair and was the one crying and the other one had black hair and was chasing after the little one. The blonde was not looking where he was going and shouting over his shoulder.
"Takashi! We're going to be late!" The little boy cried again not looking where he was going.
"HEY KID, WATCH OUT!" I yelled trying to get the wailing kids attention.
Too late.
It all happened at once, in slow motion. The kid fell into me and I went down. The kid landing on top of me and the black haired kid stopping just in time. The kid was crying still sprawled on me. Poor boy barley weighed a thing, still awkward nonetheless.
"Ummm, dude? A little help here!" I asked the black haired kid who was just standing there with a look of amused expression in his eyes at the awkwardness. He pried the kid off of me who stopped crying when the black haired guy handed him a pink stuffed bunny.
"Usa Chan, Takashi, do you know who the girl who I tripped on was?" He asked the bunny and the other guy who must have been named Takashi.
" I don't know Mitsukuni. Why don't you ask and apologize for falling on her." Takashi suggested with a firm let gentle tone. It was the same tone I use when trying to get Max to do something.
"Oh, okay! Good idea, hi! I'm Hunny and this is Usa Chan and Takashi! Who are you?" Hunny asked cute and innocently that caused my heart to almost melt.
" Hey! My name is Rebecca and can you direct me to the front office? This place is big and I don't want to get lost." I said as sweetly as I could. Usually I would say it much more energetically, but this kid would probably get freaked out. When I looked back at him I could see him and Takashi looking confused.
"Are you speaking a different language?" Hunny said slowly as if I was a dangerous creature.
Dang it! Must have slipped into to English, I really have to stop doing that.
"Hey!" I said in Japanese. "Sorry for the confusion, you see I'm from America and sometimes I slip back into English." The two boys looked less confused and relived I wasn't an escaped mental patient or something.
" That's all right! Judging by your clothes, your new here, do you need me to help you get to the office?" Hunny asked trying to be helpful.
" You guys lead the way!" I exclaimed making a gesture to lead on. Hunny skipped along past me and Takashi followed.
"By the way, you can call me Mori." Mori said in a deep quiet voice.
The walk to the office was full of small talk. Hunny seemed very interested about America, so he kept asking questions while Mori just listened intently.
"So, do they have cars in America?" Hunny asked. I giggled, he seemed actually interested in America.
"Yes, they do all kinds of cars." I explained looking down at Hunny. Hunny was, sweet as honey. I suppose that's how he got the nickname.
"Here we are!" Hunny announced pulling me through the front door.
Inside there was a very pretty painting that my eyes were immediately drawn to. I loved to draw. The whole office was damn pretty. The receptionist put on a big cheesy smile.
"Hello Mitsukuni, hello Takashi. Lets see you are 15 minutes late, so just get to class quick alright." The cheesy receptionist said while pointing to the door. Hunny and Mori took off running. The receptionist turned to me and her phony smile widened, I was a bit creepy.
"You must be the new girl Rebecca, welcome to your first day at Ouran private Academy. I understand you are from America, is that right?" The creepy lady asked.
"Ummmm, yeah." I muttered. I didn't trust this chick.
"My name is Nancy, I will be showing you around, unless you want a student to do it of course." Nancy smiled. "Now, right this way to the chairman's office." Nancy got up and showed me around the corner to a hallway that had rooms along the walls. Nancy directed me into one. I couldn't read the sign, it was in damn Japanese! I can speak the language just fine it was just the reading it that really stumped me.
"Ah, Miss. Gram! Welcome to Ouran Academy!" The chairman had stood up and gave me a firm handshake. "My name is Mr. Shou. Please sit down he gestured to a over-sized arm chair that even had a foot rest.
"Hello, it is very nice to be here! Thank you for excepting me into the school." I had gone over this line with Janice more than 50 times. I knew it by heart.
"Ah, look at you so polite!" His face suddenly darkened suddenly. I knew what was going to happen. "Now, while you are here you must not speak of your other family business." When he said that my eyes flooded with tears. I blinked them back. I had come to Japan to escape those evil men who were targeting my family. Being the top bosses at the CIA did have its risks. We have been targeted before but nothing bad like this. My parents had ordered me to flee the country and not come back until the threat had passed. I was devastated when I heard this, I was going to be ripped away form my whole childhood. When I was about to board the jet to take me to Japan, the safest place for me, my mother came and told me that when I came back, Broadway and the CIA would be waiting for me to take over. My parents also owned Broadway. We 'bought' it from the current owner.
"Of course I wont talk about it. Why would I?" I answered after I had gotten off my train of thought. Mr. Shou's face brightened once he had been reassured that I wasn't going to commit treason to my native country, we started talking about other things.
"So, can you read Japanese yet?" Mr. Shou asked typing rapidly on his computer.
I couldn't help anything I said would be and could be used against me.
"Nope, I can speak it though and write it." I said feeling ashamed. I had never gotten the knack at reading. I could write and talk like a citizen of Japan, but when it came to reading it was just to many symbols and dots.
Mr. Shou's smile dimmed slightly. "That puts a new problem in the mix. All of our textbooks, class signs, and homework assignments are in Japanese. Instead of a study hall period like most of the students, you will work with a tutor on your reading. Other than that, your bag will be heaver than most of the students because you will have to carry the English version of every textbook and class set. Feel free to explore the before and after school clubs. Most of the students speak Japanese so please try and stay on it as much as possible. Here is your class schedule." Mr. Shou explained handing me paper full of times and classes, thankfully in English.
"You shouldn't even bother going to your first class, you should just go ahead and go to your 2nd class." Mr. Shou gestured towards the door.
"Wait! I forgot! Here are you textbooks and homework books." He dropped the books with a heavy thud. There must have been 15 Harry potter sized books! I crammed them into my bag and turned to walk out the door the second time.
"Your uniform should be here tomorrow! We will mail it. One last time welcome to Ouran Academy." This time I left for real. I managed to find a back way out, not wanting to pass the creepy reception lady.
The school was huge! The halls were quiet because everyone was in class. The walls were far apart from each other and there were large floor to ceiling windows everywhere. The bell rung and the classrooms piled out. I expected there to be a huge mob of running students trying to get to there next class, but Ouran amazed me again. The students walked calmly and politely quietly chatting with one another. I looked up at the nearest sign, but Mr. Shou was right. Every sign was in Japanese.
I guess that I will have to find the class myself. I thought bitterly walking along the hallway, trying not to attract to much attention. I felt someone come up behind me and tap me on the shoulder. I turned around to look at a brunette boy in the proper uniform. Something didn't seem right about him.
"Lost? I can help you. My name is Haruhi, Haruhi Fujioka." Haruhi introduced herself with a smile. I suspiciously reached out my hand and shook his.
-Haruhi's P.O.V-
I could tell the new student was acting weird about something. I didn't let it affect me. Though the look on he face troubled me. It was the same expression Kyoya wore when he was trying to figure something out.
"My name is Rebecca Gram." Rebecca said losing her look. I noticed she spoke English. She saw me stare at her.
"Sorry. I am from America, you know America, home of the hamburgers." Rebecca announced in Japanese. I laughed at her joke. She seemed like a funny person. I looked over her and one thought went running through my mind.
Please don't meet Tamaki I thought. Tamaki would have a felid day with her if she came to the host club. Everything about her wanted to make you look at her. Her curly shoulder length blond hair would have been much longer if she straightened it. Her hazel eyes complimented her freckles nicely.
"Its all right, I know English. So what class do you have?" I asked breaking the silence. Rebecca did a double take one her schedule.
"Mrs. Van. Pelt." Rebecca told me in English. The bell rang and I groaned.
"We are now late. What do we do now?" I asked her, she seemed completely calm that she was late.
"Okay, you say you were showing me, the new student around alright?" Rebecca
told me in a voice that suggested to just roll with it. I decided that I like the new American student.
-Rebecca's P.O.V-
She wasn't sure how she felt about Haruhi. He got my jokes, and kept air not awkward, but something kept me from liking him completely.
"Oh, look were here." Haruhi pointed to a door with Japanese words printed on it I couldn't understand. We walked through the door in silence, I could feel 20 pairs of eyes on me and Fujioka.
"Mr. Fujioka, why are you late?" Mrs. Van Pelt tapped her foot angrily.
She is one of those teachers, the ones who always hate me. I thought madly. Haruhi used the excuse I had thought her.
"Sorry, Mrs. Van Pelt I was just showing the new student around." Haruhi lied impressively, going to have to take note of that. The teachers face softened.
"Haruhi, why don't you go sit down and you," Mrs. Van Pelt said pulling me to the front of the class, "Tell us a little bit about yourself." I decided that I should start off with a little bit of fun. My face cracked into an evil smile.
"Hello, everybody!" I exclaimed purposely in English " My name is Rebecca Gram and I am your future heir to Broadway in New York, New York!" A few students caught on to what I was doing and giggled, the rest however started at me with dumb expressions their faces. The teacher herself looked dumfounded.
"Miss. Gram, this is Japan we speak Japanese." Mrs. Van Pelt said slowly. I stared laughing. Mrs. Van Pelt signaled me to shut up, so I did.
"Rebecca, please take the only empty seat." She said in really bad English.
"Thanks Mrs. Van Pelt! You should work on your English." I said switching to my flawless Japanese. The rest of the students caught on to what I had done and laughed too. The teacher, unfortunately caught on to. She promptly pointed to my seat. I walked over and sat down. The desk I sat at were in front of the 2 people who hadn't laughed at my little act. They were 2 red-head twins and they were just staring at me in silence.
-Hikaru's P.O.V-
The new girl Rebecca seemed to think life was a game that you had to win at . Me and Karou had come to the same decision, the new girl was a puzzle. She wasn't a commoner, but I had never seen a person like her. She was short and thin in appearance, but yet she seemed as tall as a senior. Perhaps it was her attitude, but Rebecca Gram, was a magnet.
-Rebecca's P.O.V-
Everything about this place was creepy. The students were to calm, the teachers were either way over excited or super mean and grumpy. The two most popular people on the creepy list were the two red hair twins. Everywhere I went they were there, just silently staring.
On the other hand, having a friend like Haruhi was surprisingly pleasant. He kept pointing out things and students names through out the day. I decided to get some answers to my questions.
"Haruhi, who are those red headed creeps?" I asked Haruhi in English to make sure nobody could understand us. Haruhi laughed.
"Hikaru and Karou. Your reaction to the twins isn't like most girls. I like that." He suddenly looked as though he remembered something he had forgotten, funny thing was it was the end of the day and everyone was leaving. Maybe he had an after school club.
"What's the big hurry, like a club or something?" I asked pretty much confused.
Haruhi smiled not looking up from his cramming. "Something like that." He replied "Goodbye!" He started running towards a staircase.
"So long." I muttered. I turned around walking to the direction of the exit. I was stopped with someone grabbing my arms. I yanked my arms away, turning around to face who ever was trying to assault me. I was honestly surprised it was the creepy twins, Hikaru and Karou.
"Hello Rebecca. Do you want to play a game? If you win we will stop stalking you, if you lose you have to be a guest at a little club." Hikaru and Karou said in unison which I find extremely creepy.
"What's this club like." I said cautiously, it could be a drug dealers club or something like that. Both twins smirked at me
"Something we bet you wouldn't like. So are you going to be a chicken and deny or are you going to accept?" Hikaru and Karou said together again. They did not just almost call me Rebecca Gram a chicken, I would just win this stupid game and wipe the smirks of their faces.
"I accept." The twins broke out in triumphant grins and started running around each other until I couldn't remember who was who.
"The game we are going to play….. Is the which one is Hikaru game!" The twins shouted in unison. I realized the direness of this situation. They are asking a person they barley know to tell them apart. I decided to take a wild guess.
"The one on the left is Hikaru?" I asked nervously. The twins frowned.
"You win." Karou nodded to his brother, they grabbed me by my arms again this time hard so this time I couldn't shake them lose.
"But I won!" I cried as they ran dragging me easily between them.
"Too bad!" They yelled in unison. They dragged me into a room. So fast that I couldn't read the sign. I was blinded by light and hundreds of rose petals came flying past me. I saw 5 cute guys including Haruhi.
"Welcome to the Ouran High school Host Club!" They all said in unison.
I was in a crap load of trouble.
-Authors Note-
Sorry this took me long to update! Hope I made it long enough this time. Disclaimer! I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the Characters, just the O.C. If you have any corrections for me or critics please tell me. I want to be the brightest star out there. Left you with a minor cliff hanger….. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
HOPE YOU LOVE THE STORY A SMUCH AS I DO!