" Sure," Well, I do need to join a club. I also need to work off my debt. This seems like a win win situation. Besides pops is always going on about me needing to make more friends. This seems like a good enough time to try. "But, I'm going to need some guarantees. First off, no one can complain if I cuss. Second off, no prying into my private life. If I say that it's not going to happen, it's not going to happen. Finally, No touching my phone. If you mess with my music, I will fuck up your shit."
While Tamaki descended into an emo corner mumbling about how girls shouldn't use such foul language, Kyoya gave a small nod. Well guess I'm in a host club now. This is going to be a crazy year, won't it. Maybe this will be the year I don't fuck up in school and get expelled.
Then again this could be the year I 'accidentally' murdered an entire club full of idiots. I'll say it's about 70/30 odds in favor of murder. I haven't not fucked shit up since I was in elementary school. Still, miracles happen. Like the fact no one has noticed me wincing in pain everytime I walk somewhere. It's the small victories that count, right?
"Hey,Mis- Diana?" Huh, what does he want? He really doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd care about anything.
"Um yeah glasses?"
"Are you okay, you seem to be limping quite a lot" Well fuck me over sideways, guess someone did notice. I really can't keep thinking these things with such affirmation. I jinx it every time.
While I was lost in my own thoughts one of those twins, looking back I think it was Hikaru, walked up to me. When I finally snapped out of it I noticed his face really close to mine. Of corse since I don't function like a normal human, instead of backing away I accidentally headbutted him really hard. I really need to curb these gut instincts. I'm going to kill someone.
"Sorry" Maybe I should've said that with a little, I don't know, EMOTION or something. I should make it up to him. "H-Hey, I'll walk you to the nurses station."
"Look, don't stutter out an apology if you don't mean it!" Hmm, this guy has a temper. Better file this away for later. Wait, I have a temper too! Ugg, I need to get out of my head.
"Well, Asshole, maybe I was being sincere, ever think that some of us just don't want to be volatile little shrews" wow, that's some shakespearean shit right there. I should probably stop reading so many old books.
"You know what." he gave a smirk, uh oh. Wait I sense the potential for a heathers reference.
"A hot guy smiled at me, without a trace of mockery." I sang out as I stared at his face. No one made any movements. Do they not know Heathers? Wow, they need to… well do something. This is a damn tragedy.
"Why did you just sing something at me?"
"It's a Heathers reference, you know the American musical" Oh yeah, did I mention that I can speak like five languages. I can do French, Japanese, English, Spanish, and German.
"It's commoner music?" commoner? Wow, these guys must be really sheltered. I bet they don't even know about instant coffee. Wait, what if they don't know about bluebell icecream! I must fix this immediately.
"Um, It's music for everyone. Haruhi, you should've heard of it. You're on scholarship like me right?" yeah, I'm here on a martial arts scholarship. As long as I go to all the tournaments for the school, I can attend for free. Pretty sweet deal, huh?
"Sorry Diana, but I've never heard of it, but I don't listen to a whole bunch of music." Wow. I'm glad I joined this club, they really need to get with the times. I hope that the lord will help me on this mission. Pshht, what am I talking about. I'm an atheist.
"It's okay. Um I'll go get the medkit for… Hikaru" I hoped I had the right twin as I walked into a storage closet, and got the kit. I hope he'll let me near his face. I guess he actually doesn't have much of a choice.
"Hey, don't you get near my face" Well I called that one.
"Unless you want your nose to be fucked up for the rest of the day, you'll let me look at it." After Tamaki again went into his emo corner, I began to work on Hikaru's nose. After sitting him down on the couch I began to check out his nose. It didn't look bad, and wasn't broken, so he'll probably be fine. After dabbing some numbing ointment on it and giving him an icepack, I sent him on his way.
"So, I'm going home now. Bye" I hope pops won't be mad that I joined a club without consulting him. Well, only one way to find out. I stood up and walked towards the doors. Of corse before I could leave -
"Be sure to be here with Haruhi tomorrow afternoon, we need to get you fitted for a uniform." Ugg, if I have to wear a skirt I'm going to leave as fast as sonic.
"Hey, just so you know, I don't do skirts." Hope he doesn't try to defy me. Oh god, I sound like an evil overlord. If I do have to wear a skirt, I'm going to raise a fuss. I'm serious about all of that.
"I'll make sure to keep that in mind." I'll have to take him at his word. Have I ever mentioned that I have pretty serious trust issues. I need to set the record straight about myself. You probably don't know anything about me. Wait, who are you!? Why are you reading my thoughts? Can you tell what number I'm thinking of? Enough with these questions. Here's the official document about me:
Name: Diana Prince
Age: 16
Birthday: April 16
Family: Father: Charles Prince, Mother: Alice Prince- Deceased, Brother: Sean Prince- Deceased
Country of Origin: Germany
Languages Known: German, French, Spanish, English, Japanese
Favorite Subject: Music
Favorite Country: France
Favorite Color: Royal Blue
Favorite Food: Bluebell Icecream , Mint Chocolate Chip flavored
Favorite Book: Romance Novels, anything with love in it will do really
Favorite Music: Any musical, Panic! At the Disco, Twenty One Pilots, Melanie Martinez, Halsey, My Chemical Romance, Icon for Hire, and Falling in Reverse
This will probably get added onto as the school year goes on. I rarely stay the same for long. I guess the one thing you can predict about me is that I'll always change. Ironic right.
_-_-_-_- Time skip for Icecream -_-_-_-_
I yawned a bit as I walked home with Haruhi. Surprisingly we lived in the same apartment building. How odd. It's almost like that trope in fanfiction where the OC lives super close to the main character. Weird.
I was about to stretch when I remembered my stomach. God dammit Diana, you need to be more careful. I'll have to be extra speedy when I fight tonight because of my stomach. Next time I fight I'm going to knock out the unlucky sap as soon as possible. No useless kicking while their down.
In case you were wondering, mysterious head person, I'm going to the same place as the other night. That gym won't be open for another two days. Life sucks sometimes. I just hope I don't have to fight that beefy redhead. That would suck. She'd probably try to tear me a new one for beating her.
Saffire texted me as soon as I plopped down on the couch in the living room. I gave her my number since her ring was close and I figured I'd be fightin there often. Apparently if I get there at ten I can fight some hot-shot upstart named Goldie.
Crushing some puny blonde sounded like fun to me, so I guess the arena will be blessed by the Iron dragon at Ten o' clock. Lucky them. I hope I get a lot of money in bets, if I can earn enough yen, I might be able to do something about that pesky debt problem.
Yeah, that's right. I really don't intend to be at the beck and call of this club forever. Or at least until I get out of highschool. I hate being told what to do, and as my dad will tell you, if you order me around I will do the exact opposite of what you want if only to screw with you. In case you haven't noticed it, I have a bit of a mean streak.
To kill some time, because it's only seven, I decided that it's going to be Supernatural night again. I put on the an episode in the middle of season six. Time to see if they (SPOILERS: If you are not on season seven yet, don't look at this) open purgatory or not. I do hope Crowley doesn't screw everything up. I also hope Cas doesn't stay a massive assbutt.
Okay, You know what: When I said I didn't want Cas to stay a dickhead, I didn't mean I wanted him to die! Why did you kill him you evil writers?! Why! I loved him and he died. I loved him. Wait… Cas is a popular character, and there are six seasons left. Cas will probably be back. Phew. I was worried for a second there. (Spoilers over)
When I checked the clock I realized it was 9:45. Well shit. I better run, or I'm going to be late for my fight. I sprinted out the door faster than a speeding train. It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Diana when she's late for a fight because she watched four consecutive episodes of a show that has forty minute episodes like an idiot.
When I reached the ring, stomach protesting and lungs spasming, I walked over to Sapphire. She was wearing the same blue dress as yesterday. I bet she wears it at shows and gets it dry cleaned every week. My mom used to do that when she showed cars at the dealership before the… accident. Gosh, maybe I just love making myself suffer. I don't see any other reason my brain keeps showing my mother.
As I shook myself out of the memory, Sapphire gave me a questioning glance. She opened her lips like she was going to say something but closed them just as quickly. Good. I didn't like it when the organizers got nosy. Made life harder when you decided to leave, though I suppose that is the general idea.
Suddenly a busty blonde in a leather jumpsuit walked up to me. She gave me a hasty smile, and reached to shake my hand.
"Hi there sweetie, pleasure to meet you, my name's Goldie" Her sweet greeting gave me a bit of a shock. You'd think that when you're about to beat someone to a bloody pulp, or get beaten into a bloody pulp you'd be, I don't know, a little hostile. Guess she's new or she'd be just like me. At least on the verbal front.
"Hey" I've never been a woman of many words unless I'm talking to my friends. Or to people who interest me. Or to people I'm curious about. Or to people who say they like things that I like. Huh, maybe I do talk a lot. Odd how you never think about these things until you get confronted with them. This silence is getting kinda awkward.
"Girls, your stage awaits" Thank god for Sapphire. She broke that silence in half with the power of not being a socially awkward weirdo, or something along those lines.
We stepped up to the stage and faced each other. Goldie rushes me without any circling. Her mistake. I judo flip her like the boss I am, and hit her with a solid kick to the stomach. She threw a kick at my head which I easily caught. Guess she really is new, or she would've seen that coming. I flipped her again, because I like the feeling of flipping people. Sending people flying will always be a specialty of mine.
Poor Goldie took a running start at me. I quickly dodged, again cause I rock, And gave her a quick hit to the head. I then gave a foot sweep and knocked her on her back.
"Geez girl," Since she was at my mercy, I decided to give her some quick advice. "If you're going to fight, at least fight someone on your level. Get some training looser." She struggled under me, and I delivered a quick chop to the windpipe. While she rolled around struggling for breath, I mage a throat slitting gesture to the crowd.
They roared their approval. I grabbed Goldie by the neck as she struggled to get away and began to squeeze. I stopped when she passed out, stepping over her limp body. I collected my bets, surprising how many people thought Goldie would win, and started the trudge home. Luckily this time I didn't have any notable injuries, so good for me.
I entered the house, locked the door, and walked straight to my room. After setting my alarm thirty minutes earlier than normal so I could shower tomorrow, I walked over to my bed and passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Some days are just exhausting, y'know.