A/N : So I'm supposed to be finishing homework right now, but that's kind of boring, so I decided to take a little break. Anyways, I just watched High School Musical 2, and was like oo. Now they're stuck in my head, so don't be too surprised if this chapter turns out a little bit...twisted. Anyways, leave one if you wish and enjoy :)
Four
I found myself sitting in a completely spotless living room. It was very, minimalist to say the least, and shiny. It was unlike any other mansions I'd seen before, it was too modern. I was not in the least bit happy to be there.
Kyouya Ootori set a cup of tea in front of me. "Have some tea," he said, trying to sound polite. It was evident we were both on the edge with the other's behavior. And how did I end up at the Ootori mansion? Simple. The little two-faced conniving bastard had tricked me. Then he'd threatened to set his private police on me if I left. And, he told me I couldn't even call the cops on him because, I was the one who'd accepted a ride from a stranger.
I glared at the bitch. "I don't drink tea," I scowled.
"Well then, what would you like to drink? Water? Coffee? Soda?" he asked coolly. "Because whatever it is."
"Why don't you just tell me what you're up to?" I spat at him.
Kyouya grinned slyly. "Alright. We can just get to the point if you would like. Our family, as in my father, brothers and myself, are inviting you to come live with us."
I hadn't seen that one coming. Less than two hours ago, I didn't even know this guy's name and now he's asking me to move in with him? Fool me once, I'm the fool. Fool me twice, you're the fool. (That was how it went right? Well, something like that). I stood up and headed for the door.
Kyouya got up after me. "Where are you going?"
"Home," I replied angrily.
"You know you're miles away right? And I'm not going to offer you a ride until you reply." I turned and glared at him. I was pretty much fuming with anger. "I'll call a taxi."
By the time I'd gotten home, or at least on my block, it was dark and raining. I found myself walking down the street in a sea of people with no umbrella. Life was such a bust. I sighed and found a bench to sit on as I stared up at the flashing billboard. It was advertising some Japanese band, showing previews of their music video. Some girl was standing on a bunch of rocks in a white dress.
My cellphone rang. Taking it out of my pocket, I saw that it was Kristy. I flipped the phone opened an answered it.
"Hello," I said into the phone, sounding a bit less than melancholy.
"Oh my god," came the bubbly voice from the other side of the line. "Where have you been? Where are you? Kyouya called to tell me that you left and I've called home like ten times since then! You'd better explain yourself."
"Kyouya? Wait you know Kyouya?" I asked almost angrily. "And he called you?"
"Yeah, I mean let's face it, your Japanese is about as good as a three year olds, I had to have someone keep an eye out for you." Kristy said. "Kyouya said he'd be glad to do it. Anyways, don't tell him I told you this, but his dad's been trying to get you two engaged since like forever, but your mother wouldn't have it and your dad, well...we both know how he is..."
I swore. "That bitch! Don't tell me he..."
"Yeah," Kristy replied. "But see, now that he's disowned you, you're under nobody's custody so the deal was broken. And now Kyouya's after you because his father promised him the business if he could get engaged to you by the end of his third year."
"Fuck! How the crap did you know all this?" I asked.
"Kyouya tells me everything, he's like my brother. And you, get home before you catch pneumonia," Kristy scolded.
I scoffed at her. "Whatever," I replied before hanging up. Taking one last glance at the clip of the Japanese pop stars, I got up and walked back home in the rain.
The following weekend was definitely not one of my finer ones. Just like Kristy had anticipated, I had caught a cold. After using up three boxes of Kleenex, I'd decided that I had had enough. Rummaging through Kristy's drug cabinet I swore loudly. What kind of person didn't have any cold medicine in their house?
Putting on an extra sweater and a coat over that, I walked out the door to the nearest drugstore. It couldn't have been far could it? Walking towards the drugstore, I felt increasingly tired up to the point when I could hardly keep my eyes opened. Spotting a bench nearby, I sought to take a quick catnap.
Um., this is all I got. :) I'll try and keep writing this story, but honestly, I have no idea how its going to go. Well, I know how the story ends, if that counts for anything. Leave one, mkay?
Disclaimer : I much as we all secretly wish that we owned Ouran and it's characters (so we can do dirty things to them...WHOA there! Ahaha jks), neither I, nor you (unless you're that person who wrote Ouran, I forgot her name) own Ouran or any of it's characters. Got that? I'm sure you do :) tehe...
