Title: Her Boys
Pairing: HostsHaru
Word Count: 151
Summary: Haruhi, as usual, doesn't care. To be interpreted any way you like ;)
Haruhi looked at the papers that morning on the train and laughed. There they go again.
'Fujioka and her men,' she read out loud, laughed to herself and receiving quite a few looks for her fellow passengers. They were close this time, in the title at least, the article itself was the same as the rest she had seen in thrown away newspapers from the train and buses. None of the newspapers themselves were thought highly enough to gain a second glance but they still didn't think much of her.
Jealousy.
That's what it was, or maybe they were just talking about her in sheer desperation for something to write about. Her name was spattered with a coating of rumours and gossip.
So what if they called her a ho? A whore? A gold-digger?
Nobody cared what they thought, especially Haruhi.
After all, she had her stupid, immature, rich bastard boys.
May leave you thinking WTH?