The Little Helper (Ouran High School)

Mixed Feelings and Worrying About the Wrong Things

~.~ Author's Note~.~

Dear readers,

 Please dont hate me. 

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I fell to my knees, sobbing and shaking my head. I saw many things at once while going down. Monica's grin coming back, Mr.Ootori's smirk making its way back on stage, but most of all, I saw Kyoya's expression of hope and anticipation melting off his face. I cried, "Kyoya..no....." then sniffed. He frowned, in pain, "Wait. Why not?" I took a terribly shaky breath in, "Do you not see? The destruction and anger I have caused in this family? Your family?" He shook his head slowly, "Andrea, I love you..cant you see that I am willing to take anything for you?" I sniffed, "Ofcourse I see that! But a true love would never make you. I am no true love if I make you endure this." 

Monica was tired of it, "Alright little chickadees. Time to go. Sorry Mr.Kyoya, looks like little Miss Traitor is not ready for the commitment, She never was." and pulled me away. I, still crying, let her take me to my room. I glanced back and saw Kyoya fall to both of his knees and drop his hands to his sides. At the top of the stairs I heard the devastating command of Mr.Ootori, "Give up on her son. She never loved you." and it hurt the most to hear Kyoya retort, "Im not done yet. Never will I stop fighting for her."

I sobbed more as Monica walked me back up to the room and set me down on the bed, then left. Not even bothering to lock the door behind her. I sat, crying into my pillow. I sat, clenching my fists and punching the wall. I sat, mourning the loss. I slept soundly all day, burned out from the exhaustion of crying. 

When I woke up I didnt even know what day it was. "Get ready for school, Andrea" called Monica cheerfully from the other side of the door. I groaned and trembled up from the bed. I ran the water for the shower with shaking hands. I couldnt set the temperature right at all. First it was too cold, then too hot. Finally I gave up and let it be cold as ice, in the hopes that it would numb my feelings and thoughts. 

I washed my hair and let my nails dig into my scalp. When I got out, I dried up and blow dried my hair. I was dead tired of the uniform but wore it anyway. Finally I went out the door and down the stairs. Kyoya sat, waiting for me. I clenched my teeth, holding back tears. He glanced at me and stood. "Are you ready to go?" he asked. I looked away and answered, "Yeah." He offered his arm but I shook my head. So he just walked by me. I was ashamed. Angry and ashamed. 

~.~ Kyoya's POV~.~

One would think I was devastated. But they would be wrong. But they wold also be incorrect if they said that not once through this whole time had I been devastated. To be honest, the first time she had said no I was completely broken. But it helped to know that she had refused because of how much care and love and care she had for me. Bottom line is, I knew she still loved me and I was going to fight to get her back. Like to get her to admit it. So I smiled, "Lovely day. Right?" She exhaled shakily and nodded. "What. cat's got your tongue?" i asked. She wrinkled her nose and responded, "No. Monica." We both laughed but then she abruptly stopped and clenched her fist. I sighed as we got to the limo. 

I opened the door for her. She got in and looked at her lap. I got in and was tempted to sit right next to her, but i didnt. I sat quietly all the way to the door. The ride was of course quiet. She typed on the labtop I cursed myself for giving it to her now. Finally we arrived at the Highschool. I opened my mouth to tell her that math would be easing up this semester, but she had already opened the door, closed it then walked away from the limo. I sighed and mumbled to myself, "My brunette.."

~.~ Andrea's POV~.~

I couldnt carry on like this anymore. Just a night and I was ready to throw myself into his arms again. But I couldnt. I was disrupting his life. I was ruining it. It was all my fault that his father and him were arguing.