Tame This Shrew. I Dare You. (Kyoya Ootori)

(Info and Part 1)

Name: Kerushii Hendarikasu

Age: 16

Height: 5'9"

Looks: Blonde hair that goes to the bottom of the shoulder blades, bangs to cheeks bones, grey eyes, pale skin, pink full lips, fit body build.

Personality: Caring, Compationate, Protecing towards the people she cares about but competitive and sarcastic, and angry at those whom she fights.

Background: An outcast since elementary school, Kerushii has gotten to the point where she doesn't care what anyone thinks of her. She's had a bad past when it comes to guys but more on that in the story. Orphaned at 13, she's learned to take care of herself and her friends. A "commoner" from the U.S., Kerushii has been accepted into Ouran on scholarship for the fine arts.

And now we begin.

~MORNING, FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL~

"Class, I'd like you to welcome the new exchange student from America."

Everyone in class 2-A was just staring at me. Some in shock from my appearance (apparently the idea of girls wearing pants was completely unheard of here). Some in curiosity because of my status. And some were just looking down upon me.

I didn't care one tiny bit.

I've never cared what anyone ever thought about me.

I wrote my name upon the board and said, "How do you do? I am Kerushii. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you, Kerushii-san. Now, please take your seat so that we can start Algebra class. You are located in the last desk in the left row."

I took my seat and the last desk in the row, right next to the windows.

Poor planning on the teacher's part.

I got my books out to look like I was following the lesson, but I was already a wiz at math, so I just stared out the window.

That is, until I felt eyes borrowing into the back of my skull.

I looked over to the other side of the room. There were two boys in the last to seats of the completely opposite row. The one in the very back had black hair and wore wire rim glasses. The one in front of him had shaggy blond hair and flirtasious smile.

'Player.'

I looked back at the boy with the glasses.

We just kept looking at each other.

I ripped my eyes away & looked back out the window.

'Who is that guy?'

~MIDDLE OF NEXT CLASS~

Blondie and tall-and-dark-with-glasses won't stop staring.

'Perverts.'

Suddenly, a note lands on my desk. I look in the direction it came from. Blondie. I roll my eyes and open up the note.

Dear Lady Kerushii of the Commoners,

You are officially invited to join the Ouran High School Host Club, in the 3rd music room, today after school at 3:00.

We have all types of boys for your pleasure.

The cold, silent type

The boy-lolita

The devilish loving brothers type

The cool type

The Prince

The natural

We do hope that you will join us for commoners coffee and cake.

The Ouran Host Club will be waiting for you.

Signed,

Tamaki Souh

The King

… WTF?

A. What school allows there to be a host club?

A bunch of boys flirting with girls in exchange for money? There's a word for that and it's not a pleasant word.

B. Just who do they think they are?

Flirting with girls when it means nothing to them? Find me all the synonymes for "Dispicable" and you'll find the words to describe boys like that.

And C. What do they take me for?

I gave them the worst glare I could muster. Then, I crumbled the note up & tossed it into the waste basket behind me.

The look on blondies face was priceless.

But glasses had a good poker face. Nothing seemed to shake him up.

Fine.

'Let the games begin.'