Oh my goodness!
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Chapter 2
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It was raining; the drops were tapping on my window as if asking permission to come in. I was tempted to let them in. On some nights like this, when Denjiro is at the main mansion, I go and lay in the garden, next to the daffodils. I love the smell of the rain and the scents of all the flowers intermingling. The feeling of the cool raindrops on my skin, it's the most peaceful feeling in the world. I turned and landed with a plop onto my king-sized bed with the yellow comforter. I stared at the ceiling, imaging patterns into the Venetian Plaster that weren't really there.
I cannot believe this…
I groaned.
Denjiro will never give me the money…
My dad won't give me money for any of my screw-ups. I sighed.
¥215,340…I didn't hurt him that badly! Who do they think they are anyway? I'm the one who almost died! That dumb Ootori boy! Who does he think he is anyway… Making me work for the host club… Oh well, serving tea can't be that difficult… Maybe it'll be fun…
Kyouya Ootori may look handsome and charming on the outside, but inside he's really a fire-breathing demon from hell, determined to suck any profits he can from the people around him. And beneath that he's just an intelligent, untrusting teenage boy.
Most of those boys are a little strange… Suou especially… Gorgeous yes, normal, no.
But oh my goodness they are all so hot! Not that all of them are my type of course. It wouldn't matter anyway. They are way out of my league. I really should stop talking to myself in my thoughts...
I got up from my bed and walked to my full length mirror. An unsightly girl looked back at me. It's not that I really weigh a lot or that I'm disfigured. I'm just proportioned strangely. My jaw line is too sharp. My neck is too long. I don't have an anatomically prevalent chest and my hips and thighs are huge. My long black hair is flat, dull and has no volume. I sighed.
Why am I so ugly? It's just not fair.
I turned away from the mirror and back to my bed. I laid down, stroking the soft comforter. I hadn't been this irritated since my mother and father had their messy divorce.
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The next day
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I stood in front of the door to the Third Music Room. I took a deep breath and then covered my mouth with a handkerchief. I tenderly opened the door. To my relief I wasn't bombarded with rose petals. I removed the handkerchief.
Haninozuka skipped over to me with something pointy in his arms. Morinozuka was close behind.
"Hello Haninozuka-san" I said to him.
"You can call me Honey!" he said with a big grin. He held up the pointy object. It was a big pineapple.
"Takashi and I got you a gift! So we can welcome you!" he squealed. I smiled.
He is just too cute.
"Thank you Honey. I really appreciate it" I took the pineapple and cradled it carefully in my arms so I wouldn't be pricked by its spikes. I looked up at Mori.
"Good afternoon Morinozuka-san" I said politely.
He just nodded at me.
There's going to be no getting through to him.
I started to say something when I was felt two pairs of arms hook around my waist. Next thing I knew I was being dragged off.
"What the-?"
"You have to get dressed, before the customers arrive!" It was the twins. They shoved me into a back room and shut the door behind me.
Damn those Hitachiins!
My good mood was effectively ruined. I sighed. I spotted a bundle of something that appeared to be black fabric and frills sitting on a chair .
No way…
I picked it up. It was black with a white apron and white frills on the hem. It looked well made and very expensive.
Oh I am going to kill them…
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A few minutes later…
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I stomped out of the changing room, the soft fabric of the maid costume swishing around my knees. I even had on the cap. The twins were there waiting. They started to circle me like a pair of vultures.
"You look so much better in that." Said one of the twins.
"Why can't I just wear my uniform?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"Because that's more aesthetically pleasing than your school uniform." Said a voice from the side of me. It was that scary Ootori boy.
"Hello Ootori-san." I said. It was hello but it sounded more like "Get the fuck away from me now."
Then Honey bounded up to me with his cheerful grin on. Morinozuka, of course, was right by his side.
"Wow Hitomi-chan! You look so pretty!" he said. He turned to Morinozuka. "Doesn't she look pretty?"
Morinozuka looked at me. Then he nodded. I sighed. Kyouya agreed.
"It may just be the their best work yet"
"Don't I get a say in this?" I pleaded. Everyone looked at me.
"Not really" said Kyouya with a smirk. I sighed, defeated.
"All right. You win."
Haruhi shook his head.
He's all right... for a commoner.
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Half an hour later
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I was just about ready to lose my mind. Twenty minutes of mindless chatter and someone asking where Suou was every ten seconds was driving me over the edge. Not to mention I felt like my arm was about to fall off from balancing a tray on one hand. I served tea to two girls being hosted by Haruhi. He gave me a sympathetic smile. The taller girl being hosted by Haruhi looked me up and down and smirked.
"So are you a commoner as well?" she said snobbishly. My anger flared up, but I kept my cool.
"No." I said in the most friendly tone I could manage.
"Then under what circumstances must you serve the host club?"
"Extenuating ones" I replied and turned away from her.
"Oh, Hitomi!" Hitachiin #1 called. I walked over to him.
"What?" I said with a forced smile.
"My tea is too sugary, make me some more" he said, holding his cup out to me.
Needless to say, I snapped. I picked up the teapot off the tray and dumped all of the hot tea out on Hitachiin #1's head.
"Make your own damn tea you stupid Motherfucker!" I yelled. I threw the teapot onto the floor, shattering it. The entire room grew silent.
My rage died down and suddenly I felt like an idiot. Honey looked to be on the verge of tears. Hikaru and Kaoru had identical expressions of surprise. Kyouya had a small smirk on his face. Mori was trying to comfort Honey.
Oh my god, how could I be so stupid?!
I decided it was time to get out of there.
"Uh sorry"
I grabbed my pineapple and ran out quickly.
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Yeah… please be nice to me… and I'm angry that it took me so long to write this