Hello! First Ouran Fanfic so I'll try and make it good! I've always been compelled to right one but only getting round to it now so here goes! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Really, in hindsight, deciding to go to that school could either be considered the worst mistake I ever made or the best. I didn't know that one little lie would drastically change my life but I can't bring myself to regret it.

There are two sides to every story, they say. Let me tell you mine.

"Mum, I'm leaving in ten minutes!"

I try and brush out the several knots that were stubbornly refusing to leave my hair and with a sign of resignation; I grabbed a bobble and tied it up into a low ponytail. I tugged at the yellow dress I was currently wearing, with annoyance and turned away from the mirror. The damn thing cost a fortune and it wasn't even comfortable. Still it was a miracle mum was able to pay for it in the first place. She had to save up for three months to get it. "So you don't feel out of place" she said, smiling as she bought it. Like it would matter. I had a feeling I would feel out of place at Ouran Academy, regardless of what I was wearing.

Each year, the best school in the country, Ouran Academy, give out a scholarship programme to the highest placed student in middle-school. Usually only the sons and daughters of extremely wealthy families attend there but last year, I managed to get offered a place with a full scholarship. It was like a dream come true and immediately accepted. I also gladly found out that the year prior, another working-class student got a scholarship to Ouran so I giddily thought that all the students at Ouran were extremely accepting. How wrong I was.

"Did you know that that Fujioka kid has to work in that host club?"

Ah yes. The Host Club. I'd heard of it.

It was Saturday afternoon and my best friend and I were sitting outside our favourite café, having a cup of green tea. It was a beautiful day and I was feeling happy and content. Until Satomi decided to open her big mouth.

"So?" I questioned, sipping at my cup.

"Kotoko! Think about it! They might make you be part of that club!"

I scoffed slightly and set my tea down on the table.

"Don't be ridiculous. The Host Club is an all-male club. They couldn't ask a girl to join. And anyway, I wouldn't accept as it is. I have do much work to do…with schoolwork and work at the restaurant. It would be a hassle."

"I'm sure they didn't simply ask Fujioka to join. I heard he's the quiet type. Wouldn't be one to do that sort of stuff."

I snorted at her. "Where do you find out all this rubbish?"

She gasped in mock-anger. "I'll have you know what I know everything about everyone, everywhere! It's for that reason I'm going to be the best journalist in the world!"

I rolled my eyes at her. "And I'm sure you will be. But if I want to be the best doctor in the world, I need to attend that school. And I want to go, Satomi, honestly. Yes, I'll miss you but we can meet up every day, here, after school and I can tell you all the gossip about Ouran."

She suddenly looked at me very seriously. A seldom thing for Satomi. "You're sure you'll be alright?"

I smiled, albeit sadly at her and standing up, went to give her a hug. "Of course I'll be."

"Mum! I said I'm leaving soon!"

I heard a faint reply from the kitchen and when she walked into my bedroom, she oohed and ahhed and gushed about how pretty I looked.

"Before you go, let me get the camera!"

"No, mother, you are not taking any pictures of me. I look like a lemon." I muttered, grabbing my schoolbag and putting my bento into it.

She pouted but didn't push the idea. I was testy enough; she didn't want me to explode.

"Right," I started, giving her a brave smile, "I'm leaving."

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, reminding me she wouldn't be home until seven and that she would leave a list of chores of the kitchen table for when I returned. I simply nodded and headed out the door.

After walking for a good twenty minutes, I idly glanced at my watch and giving a yelp, realised I was two minutes late.

Running as fast as I could, I bounded into the school, ignoring the strange looks I received and headed straight for the reception area. I didn't marvel at the place, I had done that already during the summer break. But I had to admit, it was more like a five star hotel than a place of learning.

"Hi," I said a little breathless at the receptionist as I walked up to her. "I'm Ogura Kotoko. I'm the-"

"Scholarship student, yes, I'm aware." She turned her nose up at me slightly and I frowned. First elitist of the day, ladies and gentlemen. She quickly handed me a map of the school and told me where my form class was. "Do try not to get lost." Was all she said, as she turned her back on me and walked away. Snobbish cow.

I walked slowly through the corridors, looking at the map and then every few seconds, looking up again. I knew I was on the right floor and when I looked up again, I gave a sigh of relief when I saw my homeroom door sign a few metres away from me. I walked towards it but turned to put the map in my schoolbag. I just had to walk into someone, didn't I?

I was knocked to the ground and giving a wince of pain, looked up. Staring down at me where two identical faces, both wearing the same look of irritation on their faces. I wasn't surprised when they didn't offer to help me up. I ungracefully managed to get myself off the floor and smooth down my dress. I bowed slightly at the both of them.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

They simply raised their eyebrows at me and walked on. I heard a faint "Freshmen. Complete idiots," coming from one of them and turned around to give them a piece of my mind but they were gone.

"Jerks," I mumbled as I swatted at my dress. Giving another sigh, I walked into my classroom.

The good thing about going to a new school was that many people didn't know each other, so it was easy to make friends. Of course, at this school, everyone was rich and their parents probably worked together somehow so already knew each other. In my class, 1A, everyone seemed to know everyone.

I cast my eyes around the room and ignoring the excited whispers of my fellow classmates, I went to sit down at a seat right at the back. Immediately, I got a book out and began reading. Maybe if I didn't say anything, they wouldn't talk to me, right? Oh, how naïve I was.

"Hi!" I started violently, looking up to see a very pretty brown-haired girl standing in front of my table. I smiled weakly at her.

"Hello." I said simply.

"I didn't know we had someone else in our class." She said, giving me a quick look up and down.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"What's your name?" She questioned, pulling up a chair. I sighed and set my book down. So much for not talking to anyone.

"Ogura Kotoko." I winced at my bluntness. I might as well be nice. I was going to be spending the next three years here. I might be good to have some friends. "Yours?"

She seemed positively delighted I asked her. "I'm Komori Rika."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Komori? As in Komori Hotels? They were one of the biggest hotel chains in Japan.

"Ogura, Ogura, Ogura…" Rika seemed to be searching for where my name was big. I was about to tell her to stop bothering and that I was a simple working-class student who got a scholarship but she cut across me.

"Aha! I got it! Your dad's Ogura Shigeki, the president of iTunes Japan, isn't he?" She looked at me expectantly.

I was going to tell her that my dad had died four years ago and that she had unfortunately got it wrong. I don't know why I decided to say what I did but I do know one thing. My whole life changed completely when that one, little word came spurting from my lips.

"Yeah." I blurted out before I could stop myself. Kotoko! You absolute idiot! I then thought about it for a moment. Who was I really hurting? No one was ever going to find out and it would be nice to be accepted instead of people looking down on me or worse, pitying me. The only people who seemed to know where the people who worked here so it wouldn't be so bad. "But he's away all the time, so I don't get to see him much."

"Oh my gosh! This is so cool!" She squealed and then called out to the rest of the class. Within moments I had gone from being the odd-one-out in the class to the most popular. I tried not to falter. I might as well give it everything I had got. People were constantly asking questions and I basically bull-shitted my way through. I told them the reason I don't know anyone was because our family lived in Tokyo for many years and my mum and I decided to more somewhere more rural and my dad would come down on the weekends. It was an easy enough story to believe and they were practically eating it up.

Rika seemed to claim as her new best friend and I didn't mind; she was actually really nice. She said she would show me around at lunchtime and I smiled, feeling so much more at ease than I did when I arrived that morning.

After several hours of class, lunchtime came. Rika bounded up to me and linked arms as we walked out of the classroom. As we made our way to the canteen, people are pointing and staring at us both. Rika was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"It seems news travels quickly around here." She said, giving me a wink. I gaped.

"You mean, they're pointing and whispering because of me? I thought they were looking at you!" It honestly made more sense for people to be pointing and whispering at Rika. The girl was undeniably gorgeous. I felt plain and pathetic beside her.

"Your dad is the president of iTunes, Kotoko. Of course people would be talking about you."

I gave her an uneasy smile and quickly changed the subject. When we arrived at the canteen, I went to walk over to an empty table. Rika pulled me back.

"What are you doing? The food's over there." She pointed to the extravagant buffet at the end of the dining room. I patted my schoolbag.

"My…uh…chef made me a bento. I don't like school dinners." Yeah, okay. That sounded decent enough. She gave a gasp.

"You are so adorable!" She cooed and I smiled at her, restraining myself from giving her a slap in the face for patronising me. "Okay well, if you're going to sit down, sit down over there." She pointed to a table where other girl and a boy were sitting at it. I vaguely remembered they were in my class. I nodded and made my way over.

"Hello," I started as I approached the table, "Rika said to come over here-"

"Of course, of course, sit down Ogura-san!" The girl with black hair to my left said and I grinned, setting my bag down and taking a seat.

"You can call me Kotoko." I said, feeling embarrassed she was being so formal. I took out my bento and before they could say anything, I said the same thing to them as I did to Rika. They gave a nod of understanding.

"I know what you mean but the food at Ouran is really nice, you should try sometime."

Yeah, right. I'll just sell my house, shall I? I gave a nod and dug into my food.

"I'm sorry, but I forgot your names." I said sheepishly, stabbing at a rice-ball.

"I'm Kormori Jinko" The girl said, giving me a broad smile. I nodded and turned to the boy. He was quite handsome, light brown hair and flashing green eyes. Probably the cutest boy I had seen so far.

"I'm Nakagawa Ryo, nice to meet you, Kotoko-chan." He smiled and I immediately brought my eyes back to my bento. I could feel my cheeks heating up. One thing I despise about myself; when I get flushed or embarrassed, I turn to colour of a tomato.

Moments later, Rika came striding over to the table. She plonked her tray down and gracefully sat down on the seat next to me. She didn't make a move to eat anything. She simply turned in her seat and stared at the door.

"Uh, Rika-chan?" I asked, confused, "What are you doing?"

She didn't reply and just kept staring at the door. "Don't bother asking her, she isn't going to answer." Jinko said, rolling her eyes at her friend. "She's waiting for the Host Club to come in."

I crinkled my nose up. Casting my eyes over the dining hall, I found many girls staring at the door, the same look of expectance on their faces as Rika did. I knew what they did and everything but I surprised so many of the female students were so into them.

I gave Jinko a slight look of surprise. "Are you not a fan?"

She grinned. "I am, I'm a member (at our middle-school, Ouran prep, you were able to sign up before school started) just like Rika but I'm not a massive fangirl. I don't start squealing when they walk through the doors. Speaking of which…"

She looked past my head and gave a small sigh of adoration. All around me, girls began screaming and clapping their hands in glee.

I rolled my eyes in derision. "What's was the big deal? They're just a bunch of boys, running some afterschool club." I turned to look and froze. I immediately understood what the big deal was.

Standing in the arch-way of the door where five of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen in my whole life. Like, ever. They put Ryo to shame.

The tall blonde caught my eye the easiest. Flamboyant, egotistical, dramatic, and imposing were the first words I had thought of. His personality was practically emitting off of his skin it was so big. Not to mention, he was completely model-like gorgeous. Perfect milky skin, bright blue eyes, a slim, muscular frame and blonde-hair (strange, you don't see a lot of that in Japan). I had a feeling this guy got a lot of girls. Or at the very least, several admirers.

My eyes fell upon a short brunette who looked unhappy. I couldn't help but wonder if this was the boy Satomi had mentioned last Saturday. At the moment, I was too caught up in the brunette's pretty brown eyes, a sudden spark of jealousy rising. I had brown eyes myself, but they were nothing like the one this boy had. I shifted my gaze to another tall one, standing beside the blonde-haired boy.

He was casting his eyes around the room and scribbling furiously on a black book he was carrying in his left hand. Dark hair, dark eyes…glasses. I usually wasn't the type that went for guys in glasses but he pulled it off…

I finally turned my gaze to last two of the group and my jaw dropped. It was the same twins from earlier that morning! Still I couldn't help but admire them. I decided, with a bitter sigh, that they were definitely the best-looking, in my opinion anyway. With their flaming red hair, sparkling eyes and mischievous smirks that seemed to never slip, I found myself staring at them the longest.

"Kotoko? Kotoko-chan!"

I whirled back around to my table. "Huh? What?"

Jinko and Rika smirked at me. "Just a bunch of boys, hm?" Jinko said, raising her eyebrows in amusement. I blushed.

"Shut up. You didn't tell me they were that good-looking!" I narrowed my eyes slightly, "But looks can be deceiving. Those twins are a pair of jerks."

All three of them stared at me in surprise. "Hikaru and Kaoru?" Rika furrowed her brow. "You've met them already?"

I nodded. "This morning. I bumped into them and they called me a complete idiot." I stabbed at my bento and began chewing furiously.

"That's strange, they always seemed nice to me." Rika commented and then suddenly grinned at me, "Would you like to meet them?"

I spat my food out while Jinko and Ryo burst out laughing. I felt myself go redder than ever and I shook my head profusely.

"N-no it's okay, Rika-chan, really-"

"Tamaki-sempai! Hey, Tamaki! Over here!"

I felt like I could have buried myself alive there and then. The host club suddenly turned their gazes to our table and the blonde one, who must have been Tamaki, gave Rika a broad smile and began making his way over. The rest of the group followed.

I turned back to the table and began breathing quickly.

"Uh, Kotoko, are you okay?" Ryo asked, concerned. Jinko snorted.

"She's fine. She might pass out by the looks of it but maybe one of the host club will revive her?" She winked at me and I scowled at her in return.

"Hi Tamaki!" Rika gushed and, taking a deep breath, I turned around, "I just wanted to introduce you to my new friend."

I tried hard not to gape at them all but felt my cheeks practically go on fire when Tamaki turned his attention to me, give me a gorgeous smile, bowed low and capturing my hand in his, slowly brought it to his lips.

"My dad and Tamaki's are best friends." Rika said, sounding somehow very proud of herself.

"What's your name, Princess?" He spoke, looking my directly in my eyes. I honestly thought I was going to faint.

"Uh…uh…uh…"

"Her name's Kotoko. Ogura Kotoko." Rika piped up, clearly aware that I was in no condition to speak, "Her dad's the president of iTunes Japan. They've lived in Tokyo most of their lives but moved down here a couple of weeks ago." She also sounded very proud to be friends with me.

The host club gave one another a look of surprise before looking at Kotoko with impressiveness. Rika then introduced me to Haruhi, who gave me a warm smile before introducing me to Kyoya. He stared intently at me while he took my hand. I felt almost as though he was measuring me up, my wealth, my status…my value. The feeling of being read like an open book scared me. I tried to cast my own gaze away, but it was hard. He finally simply smiled.

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Ogura." He then began writing in his book. The way he looked at me didn't sit well with me…I had a feeling he knew…

"And finally, Kotoko, I'd like to introduce you to Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. But you've already met before." She gave me a sly smile and I tried my best to be nice and smile. They clearly didn't have the same outlook.

"Look Kaoru, it's the little lamb that was lost this morning."

"Yes, you would think with her dad being a president of a massive company, that a school of this size wouldn't intimidate her."

"Clearly she's just stupid. Which is a definite shame because she hasn't much else going for her-"

I felt frozen in shock and only numbly realised tears were leaking from my eyes. They were so horrible. How could they be in the host club?

"Hikaru! Kaoru!"

Tamaki's sharp voice brought me back to the situation. Tamaki was glaring at them as was Haruhi. They looked slightly uncomfortable but didn't make any gesture of apology.

"Say sorry to Miss Ogura right at this minute! I would have thought you would have learnt by now." Tamaki demanded, pointing at me. Oh God, the whole dining hall was now looking our way.

"No way." The one on the right side, giving me a look of clear disgust while I flinched back. "We were just telling it like it is."

And with that, they both turned on their heels and sauntered out of the dining hall. Kyoya was the first to speak.

"I apologise about that Miss Ogura. Hikaru and Kaoru are having an off-day today. Family issues." He gave Haruhi an obvious look and she groaned.

"Fine, I'll go talk to them." She turned to me, "I'm sorry Miss Ogura, please excuse me." I shrugged, feeling slightly better knowing that they weren't just like for any reason.

"Miss Ogura, I apologise profusely on behave of those idiot twins. They are a difficult pair to work with but I'm being completely honest when I tell you that they are usually not like this. As an apology it would be my honour to ask you to come to the host club, this afternoon." Tamaki muttered, giving me a winning smile that made my head spin. Again, I couldn't speak.

"She'll be there." Rika said, trying to stop herself from laughing at me. Ryo and Jinko weren't even trying. They had their heads on the table, silently shaking with laughter. Thankfully the Kyoya and Tamaki had the graciousness to pretend not to notice.

"Until this afternoon, Miss Ogura." Tamaki said, finally letting go of my hand. Both he and Kyoya bowed and began to make their way out of the canteen. As they left, I distinctly heard Tamaki snap, "I am going to have to bash their heads together! Honestly!" and I gave a small smile.

When I turned back around, Rika was giving me a look of concern. I waved my hand airly.

"It's fine Rika-chan, really." I try to push the thought of those twins out of my head and gave her a warm smile. "So go on then, tell me all about the Host Club."

She grinned. "Well…"

TBC…

There's the first chapter, I'm sorry it's a little slow, I don't want Kotoko to be a Mary-Sue so I have to take a long jump at this. Please tell me what you thought, the only reason I'll continue is if you give me reason to! Ha-ha! Thanks, LucyMoon1992 x