Chapter 1: watching you

This will be a Hunny x oc story. I've seen many stories with Hunny. I've always wanted to read one where the girl is extremely taller than him. But I never found any. I found a lot with huge personality difference but not height. So I thought why not do my own. I apologies if any of this is ooc. Or gramatical errors. I REALLY DO APOLOGIZE FOR THAT IN ADVANCE!

Edit: 4/27/14

Disclaimer : Don't own Ouran, never will

I take a step closer to the obnoxious looking school. Who in their right mind would paint it pink? If it was a man they must have walked on the wrong side of the street. If you know what I mean.

Seeing that it was my first day, I wasn't really sure where to go. It was so big and intimidating, but it was pink so that watered it down a bit. Many students past me by. I tried to keep my head low not to attract attention. Though that's pretty hard when you're as tall as I am. 5'9 to me is pretty tall when you're in a school full of giddy Japanese girls that have to look up to talk to you.

Of course, I haven't talked to any of them yet, but still. I'm tall for a girl in Japan or anywhere for that matter. I looked down to my schedule and sighed. I'm never going to find my classes. I'll have to talk to one of them eventually. I walked, looking down evading everyone's eyes until I bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, barely over a whisper. The boy turned to me. I push my brown bangs out of one of my eyes to see him better. I raised an brow. Are boys usually this pretty and short? If so, then I'm going to have an even harder time then I thought.

"Oh, your ok" He said. Man, he has a high voice. "You're a new student here, but you're not wearing a uniform." Of course I wasn't. I could afford one even if I did want one of those yellow monstrosities. Besides, with my broad shoulders, flat chest, and hip less figure I would look like a cross dresser.

"Yeah, I'm new here and I don't have a uniform. I'm kind of a scholar ship student." I said. He seemed to understand what I was referring to.

"So am I. I got here a couple of weeks ago. I thought all scholar students got here at the same time?" He said.

"Well, I didn't know I qualified for it until about a week ago. Anyway I had to pack. I came from America." I stated. It felt natural speaking to him. I wasn't at all nervous. Well, not so much as I was when I started.

"I could tell you weren't from around here; your accent was different. What did you qualify for? Mine was just my grades."

"It's for sports; I do kendo." I say, a bit shy. Not many girls do kendo. Well, none that I know of and certainly not in America. "Yeah, I just put that on my application. I didn't think that would be something I would qualify for. It's a little over whelming being in a class with all those guys."

He smiles. "No, I'm sure you'll do fine. Personally, I didn't think a school like this had any kind of sport."

"Yeah, not to mention its pink." I say.

He laughed. " Yeah and they have three libraries, but it's the loudest place in the school."

"Really?" I said. I sigh, rich kids.

"So where is your class? I know how confusing it was for me on the first day." He said as we started to walking down the hall.

"Oh, um, my homeroom is 2-A." I say, as we proceed. We walked in silence because I couldn't think of anything else to say. I notice lots of girls looking at us. I looked down at myself. Did I really look that bad? I know I wasn't wearing the uniform, but I think what I had on was much better than the dress. Trust me, I was saving their eyes. I had a light green sweater with a white, v neck t-shirt underneath, some cargo pants and black sneakers. It was a bit big, but I didn't like my clothes to close to my figure. Considering I don't have one.

The stares continued to come our way. So I finally asked. "Um, what's everyone staring at?"

He looked up and saw what I saw then sighed. "Their probably starting another rumor up, don't worry about it. If it isn't the host club then they have to gossip about something." He explained in such an exhausting tone. This must happen all the time, so I dropped it.

Wait. "What's the host club?"

"Its stupid, don't even waste your time with it." He said wryly.

I shrug. "Just curious." I stated.

"It's just a bunch of air headed boys, prancing around to make girls feel good about themselves."

Ah, what? "They allow this type of thing in school?" I asked a bit disgusted

He looked confused until it looked like it hit him. " Ah! No. NOT that kind of club."

"Oh. Well, you talk like you're in it or something." I joked, trying to get off of the previous subject. He was silent. "Ha,ha, no way you're in the club? But you talk so bad about it."

"It's a long story." He says with a sigh. I would have asked more because I was curious, but we had reached our destination. "Well here you go. I'm Haruhi Fujioka by the way."

I smile. "Kris Carson. Where are you going to?"

He turned to leave. "1-A, so I guess that means you're my sempai." He said with a smile.

I tilt my head, pushing my hair from my face. "I guess so, bye Haruhi."

He waved. "Bye Carson-sempai."

I turned to the class room and walked inside. I felt nervous in the pit of my stomach once more. Everyone was already seated. Suddenly, I wish I hadn't taken so much time to get here. Maybe I could put my head down and no one would call me to introduce myself. No, who was I kidding. I stuck out like a sore, well, everything.

"Ah, Carson-san I was wondering when you would show. Seeing its your first day, why don't you introduce yourself." Dang it! "Come now, don't be shy. There must be something you want to say about yourself; your quite tall, I might say." Yeah, that's what everyone starts with. While I stood up there, they didn't seem to really care all that much. They just looked at my clothes. Which made me feel even more self-conscious. I lifted my head and pushed my hair out of my face.

The girls that didn't seem to be paying much attention until they looked at my face. Now they were interested

I take a gulp. "W-Well my name is Kris Carson o-or Carson Kris as you say in Japan. I came on a scholar for sports, mainly just kendo. I'm from America. Austin, Texas." I rubbed my arm and directed my attention to the floor trying to think of something else to say. What can I say? I'm really bad in front of crowds.

The teacher seemed to catch my discomfort. "Does anyone have any questions for Carson-san?" As soon as the teacher said this every female's hand went up. Well I wasn't expecting that.

*Tamaki and Kyouya*

"Does anyone have any questions for Carson-san?" Every female's hand went up.

Between all the sudden excitement the greatest idea Tamaki ever had popped into his head. It was too good to hold all to him self. Why not tell someone right now? "Kyouya, did you see how many hands raised up for that fellow? If we had him, think of what would happen with the club!" He whispered excitedly

Kyouya sighed as he typed on his laptop. "You know nothing about this new student and you already want them to join our after school activities?" Tamaki nodded.

"Just look at him." He said. They turned to look at the flustered student. Attempting to answer the girls questions.

"So Carson-san, would you join the host club? You're a cute boy if you move your hair." Kris lifted her brow.

"Um, I'm not a-"

"Carson-san I heard a huge rumor bout you and Haruhi-san! You two were getting quite friendly out in the hall way." Another girl called. Something seemed to click in Tamaki's head

"WHAT! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WITH MY PRECIOUS HARUHI!" Tamaki yelled, getting up from his seat.

"Souh, its to early in the morning for that. Be quiet." The teacher said.

He whined, but sat back down. "What has he been doing to my daughter?" A dull atmosphere surfaced around him. People tried to scoot their desks away.

Kris blushed at the accusing girls. "No, no, he was just showing me to my classes. I didn't do any thing weird like your thinking." She dropped her head and mumbled something they couldn't hear.

"Alright, questions were a bad idea, Carson-san sit behind Ohtori-san." He pointed Kyouya out and she began walking back.

"Kyouya, we must keep an eye on this new boy. He could figure out Haruhi's secret." Tamaki whispered, but not very quietly.

Kyouya rolled his eyes. "Oh, you mean like you're giving away right now?" People were staring at him. He squealed and covered his mouth.

*Kris POV*

As I went to my seat behind a boy with raven colored hair and glasses, the boy beside him was staring at me like I did something to him. It made me feel self-conscious.

I sat down and averted my eyes from the strange blond. I don't know how this school year was going to go, considering I was just mistaken for a boy. I was use to it though. I'll just wait and see how long it takes for them to figure out I'm a girl. If they ever find out. I sigh. I could still feel him staring at my back. I turned back and a paper landed on my desk. I glance at him and furrowed my brow. He turned as if he did nothing. I opened the paper.

"I'm watching you." He looked back at me with a determined expression. He put two fingers up to his eyes and pointed them to me.

I looked at the paper again and then back to him.

….what?

Kay that's chapter one. Review please.