The First Step
I fished out the folded piece of paper out of my blood-red blazer's pocket. I unfolded it to see dozens of personalities that my sister wrote last night. I needed to find at least one boy with one of these personalities for my Host Club. I shoved it back into my pocket then hurried into the classroom. I slunked away to my desk, second to last on the row closest to the window. The dumb sun likes to abuse my sensitive vampire skin. I rested my cheek on my right palm and glowered at it as it's cruel heat mocked me.
I listened to the small talk around the classroom as I waited for the teacher to arrive. "Ok class settle down." Mrs. Kobayashi growled as she approached her desk. After the giggling and chatter died down, she began writing something on the board. My eyes widened as I saw what she wrote on the board. I felt my head shake back and forth unconsciously. Then she said the most dreaded thing one can say at school (well maybe besides "math"). Her poofy red lips spit out the dreaded words "Group Work." My insides cringed at the word. I felt my heart sink and crumble away like a potato chip in a washer machine.
I watched hopelessly as all the kids picked their partners, and I sat alone in my emo corner. No one ever wanted to work with me. Why would they? I was different. Every friend I've ever had was only my friend because I forced them to be. I was the only Toucan in the flock of Flamingos Even with this fancy shampoo from yesterday and new emo edgy haircut I didn't fit in. It didn't matter. I'll work by myself as I always do. No one was smart enough to work with me anyway. I always tried to comfort myself in this ever repetitive situation, but at the end of the day I always felt so alone.
When lunch arrived I decided to walk around outside to find some of my future host club members. I looked at the outside tables. No, just pretty rich boys there. Near the fountain perhaps? Never mind, just girls...oh wait I think that's a gay dude. Behind the cafeteria? Hey, they might work. I waltzed over to the large group of rebel boys, trying not to show my fear because I knew they could smell it.
The looks of them made me uneasy. Some had their blazers open with rolled up sleeves, others didn't even have blazers at all! A few wore beanies and I counted 3 with sunglasses. I gulped to myself. "Heya fellas." I said as cool as I could. They all looked at me like cats look at a pop-eyed goldfish. "Think you're on the wrong side of the school rich kid." One with a raspy voice said. A few snickered with him. "Yea' bro, we ain't interested in yo' gay crap so get lost." One growled as he chewed his toothpick.
I remembered one of the personalities I was searching for, "Bad Boy". Who was the baddest of the bunch? I decided to try the boy closest to me. "I'm here for a reason. How'd you like to join my club?" I asked with a hint of mystery in my voice. He cackled at the suggestion. "What club is that?" He asked sarcastically. "The Homo fruitcakes?" The tiny boy next to him suggested. They both broke out in laughter.
I narrowed my eyes at them. Primitive rebel miscreants. "Listen Dr. Evil and Mini Me, this club is a chance to get free rich people snacks and girls drooling at your feet, if you'd rather join a gay club be my guest." I said with crossed arms and a burrito full of attitude. The bigger looked down at me with his dark hazel eyes. He had auburn hair that was short and spiked, showing his black ear piercings. The smaller actually had to look up at me (Finally someone who was shorter than me!). He had a black beanie that covered most of his small head. Long pastel green hair covered his eyes and went to his shoulders.
The bigger looked down at his tiny companion then back at me. "We'll think about it." He said passively. Good enough for me. I grinned then scurried away as fast as my legs could carry me. I looked at my list intently as I walked to class after lunch. Come on, I really need more dudes...is it just me or does that sound wrong? I scampered into my desk and began to read my list over and over again. Well, I think I got one personality. I was interrupted when my teacher Mr. Hisashi asked for the class' attention. "O-ok class..." He started nervously. "We have a new student!" My eyes were drawn to the front of the class as he brought the new boy up there.
"Everyone, say hello to Oliver Davies." Mr. Hisashi announced timidly as he showed off the boy like he was new merchandise at a department store. I was certain of one thing...he wasn't Japanese. He had light brown hair and bright blue eyes, and very fair skin. "Oliver is an exchange student from London, so please be courteous to him." Mr. Hisashi instructed us gingerly. "...'Ello everyone..." Oliver greeted quietly. "Konnichiwa!" We all shouted in union. After seeing his confused expression, we all busted out in laughter.
I sat quietly in my corner and observed him like a creeper for a while. He attempted to talk to a small group of girls, but it didn't work out. Not only did they ignore him, but they started talking crap in Japanese so he wouldn't know they were. Poor little British boy. After realizing that none of these Japanese kids wanted to talk to the Brit, he sat by himself doing his work silently.
There were hardly any kids left in our class after the bell rang, he and I included. I grabbed my bag and made my way over to his desk. I examined him as he packed up. I don't think he noticed me, because he didn't react to me. I jumped on top of his desk and threw my small child-sized math book at his head as hard as I could. "OWW!" He shouted on impact. "What the bloody he-?!" He yelled harshly as he rubbed his new throbbing bump. I heard Mr. Hisashi shout something to me, but I ignored him as usual.
I stared down at Oliver, then plopped down on his desk. "Hello Oliver. I'm Odd." I told him flatly. "Yes, I can see that." He huffed with a scowl. I grinned at him. "I want you to join my Host Club." I ordered him. "No thanks." He replied sharply then tried to get out of his desk. I quickly put my foot on his leg making him unable to get out. "Please." I pleaded. "I'll translate for you and help you learn our culture." His pale blue eyes looked up at me with curiosity. "Depends...what is a host club anyway? It's not something gay is it?" He asked with narrowed eyes. "Why does everyone think that?" I questioned aloud.
His eyes continued to watch me skeptically. "No, it isn't gay." I replied with crossed arms. "It is a club in which young wealthy females attend to get male attention without any sexual contact." He tilted his head like a puppy. "Really?" He asked with a slightly puzzled expression. He seemed to be thinking for a few minutes before his face grew grim. "..the girls don't like me." He replied sadly.
"Nonsense!" I yelled in his face like a wild hippie who was smoking something. He jumped in surprise from my outburst. "They just don't know how attracted they are to a foreign boy yet!" I replied with my signature Chesire Cat grin. He looked down at his hands, probably thinking it over. Any time now, lad. C'mon...c'mon..."Sure, I guess." He said finally. SWEET FRICKEN VICTORY! I wanted to hug him so hard that his lungs would blow up; Instead I settled for a brofist bump.
I took my foot off his leg and let him free of his desk prison. He stood up. After I jumped off the desk I noticed he was a few inches taller than me. Oh well, can't be perfect. "Name's Ollie by the way." He pointed out. "Again, I'm Odd...it's my nickname." I replied with a smirk. "I like your accent." I told him as we walked out of the classroom. "Thanks...I like yours too." He replied with a chuckle. "What accent?"
Well, I got one...or possibly two if rebel boy is in. I kicked at a rock as I walked home. As I walked past a few houses I heard something that made me stop dead in my tracks. I usually keep a fast pace to get home, in case pedophile-rapists are roaming about, but this forced me to stop. "Come here boy." It cooed. "Good boy! You are so cute." It was probably the cutest voice ever, aside from Fluttershy's.
I back tracked a bit to find the voice; Once I heard it loud enough I hid behind the fence to see who it belonged to. Between the hedges I saw a tiny fluffball-like dog running all over a yard. The thing was lightning fast, like it had just drank 12 energy drinks. It zoomed from one side of the yard to the other, where it met it's owner. My eyes widened to the size of basketballs as I saw the owner of the voice.
I was expecting a sweet angel or maybe a cuddly midget, but not rebel mini me! The little tike in the black beanie sat at his outside porch and cuddled his fluffy speed demon. "I love you baby boy." He cooed into it's fluffy fur. A huge, sharp-toothed, devilish grin spread across my face. I burst out of the bushes and jumped in his yard like a mad man.
"EEEEP!" He yelped and nearly fell off his porch. "Aren't you two just as adorable as baby band-aids?" I fan girl-squeaked, sarcastically. He stared at me with black eyes of hatred. I grinned down at the little guy. "Get off my property!" He hissed. I just went over and sat next to him. "Is this your dog?" I asked quietly as I stroked it's fluffy head. He narrowed his eyes at me, but he nodded. "His name his Cotton-chan."
"Cute." I admitted as I stroked the hyper fluffball of madness. I looked at mini me's delicate little face as it watched the puppy. His green pastel hair was long and soft looking, and his big teal eyes were filled with love for his fluffy little mutt. He was perfect! "I want you to join my host club!" I screeched in his face like stepped-on cat. He mumbled a few curse words under his breath as he tried to push me away. "No way!" He replied bitterly. "Get away from me, idiot!" I glared down at him. I noticed a hint of fear behind his indignant eyes.
He scooped up his dog and began scurrying to his door. I stepped in front of him before he made it. "What's your name?" I asked with curiosity. He glared up at me. "Michi Shobayashi." He grumbled. "Perfect!" I squeaked. "I'm Odd." I replied loudly and offered him my hand to shake.
"If I say yes to joining your dumb club, will you let me go into my own house?" He asked with a scowl. I nodded with a satisfied grin and brought my hand back to my side. "Fine." He said gravely. I smiled proudly then moved out of the way for him to get in. He quickly scampered inside and made sure to give me another dose of his stinkeye.
I walked home after that with a pep in my step. I got a foreign boy, possibly a rebel, and a cutie pie/uke/lilota. Not even a pedophile-rapist could rain on my parade! Things are looking up for my the future Crimson Rose High Host Club...but down for the Ouran High School Host Club...so down...