Beep! Beep! Beep!
Jetlag can eat all of my nonexistent left testicle. Specifically the left one. Seven hours of sleep after going through multiple time zones is not enough for me. To make a long story short, fuck jetlag. That's why God created caffeine, though, right? And in large quantities. Not that I would be stupid about it. I know my limits. After wanting to take a Louisville Slugger to my alarm clock, I pushed my tired ass out of bed. It's just the first day. Chances are, I'll be the only American transfer student, so I'll be the talk of the town.
I jumped in and out of the shower and threw some clothes on. Nothing too exciting. I'm sure the dress code isn't too strict. At the end of the day, it's still just a high school. As long as my tits and my ass aren't hanging out for the world to see, they should be ok. My shirt wasn't too low cut. Not that I had much to show off in the first place. Puberty had yet to grace my presence. Mama always said that all the women on her side of the family didn't get tits until they were seventeen. After that, practically overnight. On the other end, my shorts weren't too short either. Just enough leg without any asscheek. Perfect.
"Good morning, Rei!" Oh, god. Already? Jetlag AND Roy? Why can't it be one or the other? Who did I kill in a past life to deserve this?
"Roy," I thought for a moment or two, "How did you get in here?"
"I used my key," Roy chirped, "How else?"
"That key goes on my kitchen counter," I ordered, walking out of my bedroom, "And it stays there. Let's go."
"Hold on," he stopped me, looking me over, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Um…School?"
"Dressed like that?" Here we go.
"Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "What seems to be the problem?"
"Did you not see the box in the closet?" Roy pointed out, heading toward my bedroom only to come out with said box in his hand.
"Do you realize how many boxes are in my closet?" I retaliated, "Also, who in the fuck said it was ok for you to just roll into my closet?"
"It's Ouran Academy," he gave me the box, "Not Ouran High School. Go put your uniform on and we'll go."
"I have a uniform?" I stared the box over, "Whatever…"
"And hurry!" Roy called after me, "We don't want you to be late!"
It'll start whenever I get there. I walked back into my bedroom and took everything back off. Well, shit. So much for that idea. I didn't think I'd have to wear a uniform. Excuse me for not having this country's customs down after my first fucking day here. Someone seems to think that since I'm on his home tur, he has some power over me. Said someone is in for a rude fucking awakening. I pulled the blazer and the tie out of the box and gave them a toss on the floor while I ran my fingers up my shirt buttons. Well…It's not what I had on, but it'll do.
"There," I walked back into my living room and grabbed my bag off the chair, "Happy? Uniform and everything. Can we go now?"
"Oh, no," Roy groaned, "They sent you the wrong one."
"What's wrong with it?" I wondered. Everything fits. It's got the school's crest on my blazer. I don't see the problem.
"They sent you the boys' uniform," he told me, "I'm sorry, Rei. I'll have this taken care of as soon as I can, ok?"
"It's not big deal," I let it go," Don't throw yourself into the meat grinder for it. I can manage."
"Alright," Roy collected himself, "I'll still get you a girl's uniform, though."
"The only thing you need to get," I shoved my door open, "is me to school. I'm not doing any more wardrobe changes. Let's go."
He's becoming more of a pain in my ass the longer I know him. Regardless, I still had to get to class. On the way, I watched all the buildings pass by and really started to miss home. But then, I remembered something else missing form my life that I needed like air, "Hey, Roy."
"Yes, Rei?"
"Will you stop and get me some coffee, please?" I requested, "I'm dead back here."
"Of course," Roy obliged, "What's your usual coffee order?"
"Normally liquid diabetes," I admitted, "But I need strength over flavor. You know what? I'll do a chai latte, three shots of espresso."
"Three?" he gasped, "That's an espresso trip to the hospital with a heart attack, Rei!"
"Trust me," I blew off his god-awful dad joke," I can handle it. Right now, I need it. Jetlag is kicking my ass."
Roy pulled up to a café and hesitated, "Are you sure you can handle it, Rei? I don't want to have to make that phone call to your father."
"If it was caffeine to kill me," I joked darkly, "Daddy wouldn't be surprised. But yes. I can handle it."
"Fine," he got out of the car, "Leave the doors locked and stay here."
"Where would I possibly go?" I kicked my feet up on the seat. Although, my hair was driving me nuts and Roy pushed me out the door, so I couldn't do it this morning. No time like the present, right? I adjusted the rearview mirror and pulled half of my black, wavy mess out of my face. There. Cute as a button. It wasn't really long, but damn, it was thick. One of those things I got from Mama. I've had her on the brain a lot lately. I bet she'd love it here.
"Alright, Rei," Roy came back with a to-go cup in his hand, "Here's your liquid heart attack. Enjoy."
"Thank you," I took a long, heavy drink of my latte, enjoying the chills up my spine and the warmth down my throat. My god, that shit is so good. I don't even care what else happens for the rest of the day.
"So," Roy pulled up to the curb in front of a beautifully landscaped campus. I can only assume that this is Ouran Academy, "This is where I'll pick you up this afternoon right after school."
"Right after?" I thought, "What if I make friends and they ask me to hang out later?"
"Then, you can tell me then," he explained, "But until that happens, I will see you right here at three o'clock."
"Fine," I got out of the car and shut the door behind me. Shit! How am I supposed to explore this city if I have my fucking babysitter up my ass? I had no plans of making friends today. I just needed an excuse to slip Roy. He hovers, Daddy. Tell him to get off my dick.
I checked my schedule and found my homeroom class. Awesome. Somewhere I can take a nap. Even though my chai latte was hitting the spot, it still wasn't doing the job. Again, I say, jetlag can absolutely devour my entire left testicle. I found a desk in the back of the room and laid my head on my bag. Forty minutes of sleep won't do much, but it'll be a start. Maybe it'll surprise me.
"Reila Mendoza!"
"What?" my eyes shot open.
"Just taking roll," the teacher went on to the next name in the list. And I went back to sleep. Bitch. Ruining my morning nap. Shouldn't she be teaching a class? I mean, it's homeroom, not advanced calculus. But I don't have calculus until the afternoon. By then, I should be alright. Once the nap I'll probably take for lunch and the load of caffeine kick in.
"Um…hey," a gentle voice spoke behind me.
"Dude…" I cut whoever off, "I'm hella jetlagged and not in the mood for conversation. Not to be a huge bitch, but could you leave me alone?"
"I was just going to ask you if you were ok," I opened my eyes and followed the voice to the source. Big, doe eyes, a sweet disposition. Oh, honey. The streets would eat you alive.
"Jetlag."
"Ok. I'll just…"
"Hey, Haruhi!" Why? Why can I not sleep this off?"
"Who is this?" About to be your worst fucking nightmare.
"A new friend?" There's two of them?
"Look," I growled, sitting up at my desk. Oh, shit…There are two of them. It's like somebody copied and pasted a person, "Unless you two want your spines ripped out through your asshole, you'll leave me alone."
"Eee!" the two morons backed off.
"Haruhi…"
"Your new friend is scary."
"I would be, too, if someone was trying to keep me from my nap," Haruhi is spared from the losing of the spine, "It's Reila, right?"
"Rei," I corrected, "But yeah."
"I doubt that Hikaru and Kaoru will give you any more problems," Haruhi assumed, "But if they do…"
"I think I got it handled," I nuzzled my face in my bag, "But thanks."
"No problem." Yeah. Haruhi's alright. The other two, I can live without, but if I need to shake my ball and chain for the afternoon, Haruhi would make a good patsy. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. A good old-fashioned nap. I pray for anyone who tries to wake me up.
As my day came down to its end, I walked into my last class of the day. When I was picking out my classes, this one was under physical education, so I figured it'd be good for me. And I knew I was in for a treat when I got handed a set of padding and a big ass piece of bamboo at the door. I have a feeling that I'm going to like taking kendo. When the teacher made mentions of finding a partner, I did a quick scan of the room. When Uncle Tony went to prison on some bullshit charges, he told me that one of the most important lessons was to find the biggest and baddest motherfucker and take him out. My kendo class shouldn't be much different, right?
Let's see. Who do I have to pick from? Too short…Too skinny…Too chubby…Too easy of a target. Then, my eyes fell on a sturdy, stone faced statue (who, if we're being honest, wasn't the worst looking creature to exist) that reminded me of some of the guys back home. Well, I've had enough practice with my baseball bat on punks that thought they could fuck us over. Daddy wasn't too thrilled, but once he saw how unassuming I was and how scrappy I could be, he gave me a bat. Oh, boy, did nine year old me kick the shit out of some assholes with that bat. They started calling me the queen of diamonds after that. And her royal highness wanted the big guy.
"Mendoza," the teacher brought me my opponent. Some scrawny thing that could blow away in the wind. Oh, hell no, "This is your…"
"I want the big guy," I demanded. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I told the teacher I just killed his dog.
"He's an upperclassman," he stopped me, "Have you ever even done kendo before?"
"Does busting a guy's kneecaps with a baseball bat count?"
"No!" he put his foot down, "If this isn't done the right way, someone's going to get hurt."
"Isn't that what the padding's for?" I assumed, making eye contact with my future victim, "So we can go all out?"
"In the right way."
"I'll fight her," Big Guy stepped up.
"Morinozuka," the teacher knew he was losing his control, "You're not fighting Mendoza."
"Why not?" I spun my bamboo between my fingers, "If he said it was cool, then we should be able to, right?"
"Alright," he threw his arms up, done with me more so than the other guy, "If you want to fight, then do it. Just don't break anything. Either one of you."
"I'll try not to," I smirked, getting myself pumped up. This dude had to be twice my size. Not very chatty either. I'm not here to use my words.
"Go!"
Immediately, Morinozuka came at me from the left. That was a sucker punch. He got me in the arm. Ow…Damn. These things hurt. We'll, I wasn't stupid. I knew how to fight. The easiest way of taking out the opponent was to get them on the ground. Either hit their center of gravity or go for the legs. Since this guy is so big, I bet he'll go down like a tree in the woods. While blocking most of his attacks, I waited for my opening. He left the backs of his knees exposed. With a quick pop, he was down and I jumped on top of him, my bamboo gently resting on his throat. I soaked in all of the sudden fear in his eyes. Oh, yeah. I like kendo.
"By the way," I introduced myself, "I'm Rei."
"Mendoza!" the teacher yelled at me, "Get off him!"
"Working on it," I got up, "Until later then. Sorry to kick your ass in front of everyone. Call it beginner's luck?"
"Yeah…" Morinozuka blinked a few times. Almost like something just clicked in his head. Regardless, no one had to go to the hospital, so we can call that a blessing, too.
The bell rang and class was over. A couple of guys came up to me talking about how awesome I was in class and how no one beats Mori-senpai. Well, clearly, Mori-senpai has never met me. Because I wiped the floor with him. That guy seemed ok. I bet he'd be a good patsy, too. Especially if I want to go out at night. Roy would underestimate my ability to defend myself. And Mori-senpai is a pretty big dude. He could protect little, old me. But when I can kick his ass, I think I'd be the one protecting us. Although, I have no idea what this guy does after school. Besides, he doesn't seem to be the kind of guy to make enemies with. Daddy always told me to never suck up to a man, but I'm not sucking up. Just making sure things are good.
I followed him down a hall that looked like no one had seen it in decades. Huh…Does Ouran Academy have a secret underground fight club? That'd be pretty fucking cool. If there is, then why the hell have I not gotten my invitation yet? I knocked Mori-senpai on his ass. I should be a shoe-in. My question, though. Why the hell would they have an underground fight club in an abandoned music room? Because the screams or our enemies begging for mercy are our lullabies? Sounds cute. What I found on the other side…was the last place I would've thought to find him.
A/N: Hey! A cheeky update on a Friday because my view counts were looking sad for the day and this is rapidly climbing up the ranks! Maybe Mondays and Fridays can be this story. That doesn't sound like a bad idea, does it? But anyway, back to what matters here. So, it looks like Rei is making a name for herself. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? We don't know. Well…I do, but that's here nor there for the time being. She's trying her best to navigate the confusing time that Ouran Academy can be. But now, she's walking into a den of sin in the form of an abandoned music room. Is it fight club? No. We all know better. See you next chapter! xx