A House Is Not A Home. OHSHC Fanfic

First day, new host?!

I'm running, late to my new school. Ouran academy. My ragged shoes slapping on the pavement and my clothes not keeping the wind out.

'Aunty is going to have my skin if I'm late.' I thought, increasing my speed.

When I finally got a glimpse of the school, I stopped dead in my tracks.

     The school.......

Was pink.

"What the flipswitch!?!" I shouted in confusion and shock. Sweat rolled down my face.

'I can't do this...' I thought, and suddenly, something bumped me.

I heard a 'oof' and stuff clattering to the floor.

I turned to the boy who bumped into me.

'Now that I get a better look at him, he looks like a she.'

"I'm sorry." I told him as I helped pick up his/her books.

"It's alright. So, what's your class?" The guy/girl asked.

"How'd you know I was new?" I asked, suspicious.

He/She grinned at me. "Because I'm guessing your in my class." She said, bluntly.

'Wow.' Was all I thought.

"Here." I handed her my schedule and he/she nodded.

"What's your name?" I asked the brown haired guy/girl.

"Haruhi Fujioka."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Hibiki Takeshita. And I have a question for you." I told him/her

"What's that?" He/She asked.

"Are you a girl or a boy?" I asked, bluntly.

"I'm a girl." She replied bluntly.

"Oh." Was all I could say.

"Hey, do you want to meet me after school?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied, not really paying attention.

I saw a group of girls whispering and pointing at me as I walked in.

'What's that about?' I asked myself with a sigh.

"We're here." Haruhi said, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Thanks." I told her as the teacher stopped me at the door.

The teacher cleared her throat and said

"Class, we have a new student."

Nobody listened, except Haruhi.

"Class!" She said/shouted, getting their attention.

Once she did, all of the girls swooned, having hearts in their eyes, as they looked at me.

"Hello, ladies." I said, politely, hoping they would back off a little.

They didn't. They went crazy. Asking me wierd questions and stuff.

"Where are you from?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Would you be my boyfriend?"

"Umm...." Was all I could say, I was so flustered.

I was used to the noise and attention seeking, but not from people my age.

"Kya!!!!" The girls screamed.

"Class!!!" The teacher yelled.

The class settled down and the teacher sighed.