Chapter Two
A Rainy Day

Saturday went by quickly. On Sunday, Cori followed her usual routine. Her father wasn't around, so she and her mother tried what they could to get by. While her mother worked all day Sunday, since her office paid double time on the weekends and they needed all the money they can get, Cori went food shopping.

With the shopping list tucked in her wallet, she ventured outside. There was meant to be a storm later in the day, though from the bright, cheery blue sky it seemed impossible. Cori grabbed her bike and made her way to the local supermarket district.

Two hours later, she walked back outside with plastic bags in tow. Her shopping trips always took forever. It was the reason why her mother never came with her anymore, even when she isn't working. Cori always looked for the cheapest items, making sure there were no specials to make it cheaper. She even went as far as to ask for the manager one time, complaining that she saw the same item in the next shop over for half the price. They quickly gave her a discount, if not to just get her out of their store. But she didn't mind. It helped them save money.

'Oh, no,' she muttered, standing under the sheltered entrance with her haul.

Droplets of rain began splattering the ground, before eventually turning into a full on waterfall from the sky. Cori glanced over at her chained up bike, getting soaked. It was at least a twenty minute bike ride back. Maybe thirty with her shopping bags. She decided to wait it out.

Across the road, a rather nice looking car stopped. Sleek and black, shining in the rain storm. Cori watched the driver run out into the rain to open the backseat door. A tall man stepped out, wearing an expensive looking suit. He waved away the umbrella the driver tried to shield him with. In that moment, Cori caught a glimpse of his face. Her heart skipped a beat, which confused her. It was only him. The rude guy with the glasses. The Ouran Private High School kid.

While her attention was focused on him, she barely noticed when a stranger rode past on her bike.

'Hay!' Cori tried running after the person, but she was weighed down by her shopping bags. She stopped after a few meters, already losing them around a corner. 'Come back! Dammit!'

People on the side walk stopped to stare. She smiled and quickly went back to the shelter of the stores entrance. How was she going to get all this stuff home now? On the bike, it was half an hour. Now it would take her over an hour with all this stuff. Cori just hoped the meat wouldn't go bad.

Cori sighed, glancing down at the rain splattering the sidewalk.

Two perfectly polished dress shoes came into her view. Cori glanced up, coming eye to eye with the glasses man from Ouran. She glanced at the car across the street, seeing only the driver with the umbrella. Hair glistening with rain and slick against his forehead, the tall man looked more stern and sharp than ever.

'Is everything alright?"

'Uh, yes. Fine.'

He gestured down the street. 'Are you sure?'

Cori didn't need to look to know he was pointing in the direction her bike had rode off in, stolen. Her shoulder's slumped. 'I guess not. But it's okay. I'm just waiting the storm out before I...walk home.' She gave a polite smile.

He looked down at the few plastic bags she was holding, and the many more around her feet. 'You shopped here?'

'Where else am I meant to buy food?' She cocked her head to one side.

Kyoya thought this very weird. Normally rich families got their servants to buy food or simply paid for it to be delivered to their houses. How odd. But then again, kids of rich families didn't go around dressed as she did, either. Her short shorts and over sized, baggy blue jumper were a weird choice. But, somehow, it looked good on her.

'Is there someone who can pick you up? I could give them a ring for you?' He questioned himself on why he was being nice to this girl. But there was no answer. Kyoya just felt like he had to make sure she arrived home safely. It was a strange feeling to him.

'There isn't anyone.'

He thought this very odd, as well. 'Really? No servants? No escorts? Not even a relative?'

Cori opened her mouth, about to tell him that she doesn't have any servants or escorts like all those rich people, but she was stopped before she could utter a word. A loud horn pierced through the rain, coming from a little pink car that pulled up behind Kyoya.

Hannah stuck her head out the passenger window. 'Cori! What're you doing? Get in before you drown out here!'

Kyoya recognised the girl from Ouran on Friday, when he met... Cori. He was glad to finally know her name. And, apparently, so did she. Her eyes narrowed at him, much the same as when they ran into each other in the corridor.

'Sorry,' Cori said, throwing some bags of food at her friend, who had jumped out to help get them in the car. 'But it was nice seeing you again. Bye!'

The pink car sped off through the rain.

Cori shook the strands of wet hair away from her face, only to see Hannah smiling mischievously at her.

'Want to tell me what that was all about?'

'Not really,' Cori said before saying a quick hello to Hannah's mum. They've known each others families for years, so there was no awkwardness. 'He thinks our little act was real. He asked me why I was buying food from a store, like a complete weirdo. And then asked if I had an escort or servant who could pick me up.'

Hannah processed it all for a second. 'He thinks we're rich?'

'Apparently. He'll probably figure it out on Monday when he sees us in our actual uniforms.' Cori told her, groaning internally at the torment of going back to that school for another tour.

Hannah's mother asked, 'What are you two talking about? Hannah, you didn't get into trouble again? What's Cori talking about?'

'Nothing. Just your typical boy talk,' she smiled.

Cori sighed. 'Thanks for driving me home.'

'Not a problem sweetie,' Hannah's mother cooed. 'I'll have you there in a jiffy.'