Rich Girls Can Cry Too
Chapter Three:
I woke up as I rolled onto my back. The smell of bacon called me to my feet. I walked down a short hallway into the kitchen where Haruhi stood at the stove. "What are you doing up?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"Oh, I thought I would make breakfast… So how did you sleep?" her voice first shocked then faded into kindness.
I rolled my neck; it cracked as Haruhi's father walked in the room, "Yeah-"
"Blah! Don't do that! I hate that noise!" Her father, Ranka, jumped at the sound.
I laughed, "Okay, sorry Ranka-san." I turned to Haruhi, "Yeah, I slept fine."
"Good, take this." She said handing me a plate of bacon and eggs. I sat down at a table in the middle of the room, Ranka and Haruhi following behind me.
"Thanks again for letting me stay here; a break from my step-mom is long overdue." I rolled my eyes and shoveled some food into my mouth.
"Anytime Airs. I'm just glad I could help," Haruhi smiled.
"Yes, anytime, dearie," Ranka grinned.
After breakfast was done, we dressed and went to school.
Haruhi and I didn't talk much as we walked to school. But right when we walked onto campus, the twins headed towards us to hug Haruhi.
"Uh, hi guys. You're here early." Haruhi commented as they squeezed her.
"We wanted to see you!" they sang together. Haruhi rolled her eyes.
"I'll see you later, Haruhi," I said as I walked passed their embrace.
"Ok," she called as I walked away.
I hung my head like I always did. As I walked down the crowded hallway, I remembered middle school, and why I hated it.
Walking down the hall to my locker, I smiled. But by the time I was halfway there, I wasn't smiling anymore. Every person in the hall had called me something or laughed with the others. I kindly ignored them. As the years progressed, I got better at not being noticed. The people who I once called friends were no longer friends, they were new enemies. I faded back into the crowed; I was just another one of those people that you never even knew was in class.
As I walked to my locker, Kyoya stopped me. "Hello, Airs. How are you this morning?" he asked, wearing a smile unlike myself. I guess we've become friends.
"Um, fine." I returned as I picked up my head.
"Great! I wanted to ask if you needed any help in math?" Kyoya asked very straight forward.
"Yes, actually," I explained, " I would if you wouldn't mind."
"Sure, it's no problem. Do you want to go to the library and get started?" Kyoya asked in reply, "Or we can wait until lunch?"
"Now's fine." I returned. I turned to my locker, opened it and then closed it. "I've got my notes."
Kyoya and I walked to the nearest library where he helped me until the first bell rang. "Thanks, again." I said pushing my chair in.
"No problem. Glad to help." Kyoya smiled.
Kyoya? Glad to help me? Something is way wrong here. Or… Maybe he was just being nice? NO! Something must be up.
"Please pardon the interruption, will all second-years please report to the gymnasium," a voice over the intercom echoed through the halls and classrooms. As all the second years entered the gym, I noticed Kyoya. He seems exhausted. "Hey, Kyoya," I said as I broke through the crowd.
"Oh, hello," Kyoya said.
"Are you okay? You seem… Tired," I noted out loud.
He took a deep breath, "It's Haruhi. I had to pull a lot of strings to keep her 'secret', you know."
"Oh, well-" I shuffled my feet.
"Something wrong?"
I turned to him, I grinding my teeth, "What could be wrong?"
Kyoya smiled at me, not noticing my irritation, and moved forward with the crowd. I walked over to the track. Two teachers waited there, "50 or 100 meter dash?" one asked.
"Name?" the other asked.
"Airs Miyamoto," I replied.
"Airs, she does the 100 meter," one told the other.
"Go line up over there, Airs," the other told me.
"Okay." I headed over to the lineup. There I'd wait, until they let me run.
Haruhi and I walked to school together again, it was only a short walk away from her home. Haruhi had some homework to finish, so we went our separate ways for the day.
I sat in the breezeway and waited for the first bell to it did, I headed to my first class, took my seat and to my surprise Tamaki sat next to me. What's his deal? Can't he go bother someone else for the day?
"Good morning," he told me in a sing-song voice.
"What Tamaki?" I asked, trying to make him want to leave me alone.
He didn't get my implications.
All day, in every class, Tamaki sat next to me. He talked all day and not about anything important. And of course, all the girls in the class wanted to talk to him. God, save me.
Towards the end of my last class, I was beyond annoyed. "Shut up," I told him repeatedly. He would be silent for a moment, then speak again. I finally had enough, "Shut the hell up, Tamaki! At least for ten minutes?" I pleaded.
He gave me a weird look, "You're right. I'm sorry." He said as he rose from his chair. He hugged me; and I guess I felt bad because I hugged him back. As he pulled away, I was going to say something but someone came behind him, and pushed him forwards. Our lips touched and my mind stopped. I pulled away, covering my mouth; Tamaki frozen for the moment.
I grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom. I hung my head as I rushed to the back of the school, this area all too familiar. I just sat and thought to myself.
He kissed me! I think he was pushed, but still. I don't even like him... Or do I? When did I lose my mind? I began to cry to myself. And now I have to go home to my awful stepmom and my brain washed dad. What am I supposed to do with myself?