{ON HOLD} How Do You Love Someone? (A Kyoya Ootori Love Story)

Chapter 1

"Wanna sit with us at lunch today?"

I turned towards the person who had spoken. I had seen him before of course. I was known to watch everyone and everything very closely. It's not that I hadn't ever heard anyone say that to me before, it was just that I couldn't believe who was saying those words to me. It was none other than Kyoya Ootori, the cool type of the host club. I had heard of him by many of his fans, but had never thought he would ever talk to me, a misfit. I mean who would ever expect that? Me?? The least popular girl in school? He has more friends than I have ever had friends in my entire life combined! Not to mention, there were some rumors going around school about horrendous things that involved me. Some said things like how I do drugs and alcohol and whatever, but some even went on to say I had gotten kicked out of my last school for being involved in prostitution or whatever. I don't even pay attention to most of the rumors since that's exactly what they are, rumors. No one could ever prove that I did any of those things and, frankly, I didn't. People just made them all up to amuse themselves, so I won't put an end to their fun. They can think of me however they want and I won't care. I never had a good reputation before the rumors started to spread anyway.

Kyoya stared at me blankly, waiting for my answer. I opened my mouth slightly to say no, but I was interrupted by a tall blonde that I knew to be Tamaki Suoh. "Did she say yes?" He asked, excitedly. I stared at him, looking bored and said simply, "No." I turned away and gathered my books. I walked silently out of the classroom, seeing Tamaki pout out of the corner of my eye.

I couldn't afford to get close to anyone, especially the host club. I couldn't afford having anymore people breaking me and leaving me. I just had to keep moving on and not worry about other relationships with people. I need to focus on my studies and then I can finally leave my disastrous home and move onto better things. That's my goal, to leave my parents and anyone who hurt me before behind.

I peeked over my shoulder to see Tamaki following me and Kyoya following him. I sighed and turned into the lunchroom. I sat at a table by myself and started to nibble at my lunch. I heard two people sit on either side of me and peeked at them. It was Tamaki and Kyoya. Ugh, don't they have something better to do than pester me?

The table was silent and I wondered what they could be thinking. Probably about how I'm such a loner and I should have accepted their request to sit with them at lunch. Ugh, they annoy me so much and they haven't even said anything! I saw Tamaki start to open his mouth to say something, but closed it, seeming to think it was better to not say what he was thinking. I rolled my eyes and ate the remaining pieces of my lunch and got up from the table.

"Alright, I don't need you guys to try to be friends with me or whatever you are trying to do. I am fine without you staring at me. So stay away. Got it?" I spoke, turning away from them after I finished speaking. I walked out of the lunchroom and took a sharp turn to the left. I walked into the restroom and pulled out my phone. My phone was the only thing my parents ever decided to buy me. It wasn't even a good phone, but I didn't care. At that moment when they gave me it, I thought they had changed. Maybe they would actually care for me.

I had walked into the kitchen, dreary from last night. Dad had always shown his sick kind of "love" with violence. I could feel the scars forming from when he decided to punch me with his ring still on. He usually never had it on, because he didn't like the way it felt. It just felt unnatural to him or whatever. I looked on the marble counter to see a box with my name on it. My eyes widened slightly and I slightly opened the lid to peek inside. I saw the phone and immediately threw the lid off. I carefully removed the phone from the box and gazed at it in wonder. The only things I have ever gotten from my parents were the clothes on my back and a bed. I found myself thinking maybe they had a change of heart. Maybe my dad had seen me in the state I was last night and decided he needed to stop. I heard the front door open and ran to my room. I laid on my bed until I heard my door open. I sat bolt upright and looked at the door to see my dad. He had a glint in his eyes. "So you happy with your gift? You better be it cost way more than I would have ever wanted to pay for you. Come here," He spoke in a raspy voice. I stood slowly and walked over to him. I don't know how I had ever thought he had changed, but to be honest, I still had some hope that he had changed and maybe he just wanted to talk. But no. As soon as I was in reaching distance of him, he pulled me by my hair and growled in my ear, "Say thank you. That phone was very expensive. Are you grateful? Say you love me." Tears leaked from my eyes as I squeaked out, "I-I love y-you." He threw me to the ground and continued kicking me, gently saying, "Liar." After he had decided I had enough, he left the room, slamming the door. I laid there for awhile, thinking what a fool I was to think he had changed.

I was brought back from my memory by a door opening. I looked up to see a group of girls coming into the bathroom. They laughed loudly and joked until they saw me. I sat still, waiting. Waiting for what? Well I didn't know.

A girl, who I assumed was the leader of the group, stepped forward. "Well what do we have here? Little Mae hiding out in he bathroom? Are you embarrassed that the host club didn't want to hang out with you? I heard you asked to sit with them, but they rejected you. Said you were too weird," She teased. The other members of the group began to laugh loudly and annoyingly. It gave me a headache. I rolled my eyes and stood up. They pushed me back down on the floor and began laughing even more. I sat there with my head down. What did I do to them that they were even bothering talking to me? How could I affect their prissy little perfect lives? They began to kick me and tease me. I just sat there and let them. I couldn't care less. I was used to it. I didn't make a sound until they had kicked me very hard on a spot Dad had kicked me just last night. I whimpered loudly. That seemed to satisfy them and they left the restroom.

I laid on the floor of the restroom for awhile. I could feel myself slowly drift out of consciousness. The last thing I was aware of was someone walking into the restroom and gasping. They picked me up and I blacked out.

A/N Soooooo yeah. I literally came up with this fanfiction from a song I was just listening to because I'm weird like that. I know I'm like terrible at writing some things but I hope this didn't end up too bad.... Idk. Umm tell me how it was in le comments. So yeah.

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-Callie <3