Why? (An Ouran Highschool Host Club FanFic) (??? X OC)

Me Knows

(Peyton's POV - finally)

As I followed the twins, more like being dragged by them, through the host club doors, I saw that Haruhi girl again. I know that she has her payment and everything, and I give her props for being able to fool so many people with her gender, but to me it was obvious. Probably because I'm just doing the same thing as she is. A girl in boys clothing. Yes ladies and gentlemen, this lovable rebel boy, is a just another girl. Don't get me wrong, I may be cross dressing, but I have good reasons. One of them being I don't have to wear a dress if someone bought me a uniform. The other being the fact that I'm looking for an old band member. I never knew his real name, and I haven't seen his face in almost a year since the band break up (we where called the Ravens). I have his cell number, but he never picks up or calls back. The only thing I know, that he finally texted me a while back, is that he goes to this school, which is one of the reasons I accepted the music scholarship in the first place...

The sound of Tamaki playing the piano interrupted the endless in my head. He played beautifully.

"Not bad blondie," I told him, leaning agains the piano.

"Um... T-thank you?" He stuttered. I guess our little 'kiss' messed him up a bit.

"It wasn't an insult, your really good." He still didn't look me in the eye. So I got in his face...

"What? You want another kiss?" I teased, in a low voice. His face turned bright red, all the way up to his ears. "Sorry again about hitting you the other day," I whispered as I pushed myself off the piano and stood up straight, looking around the room. There where a lot of people, girls mostly. A few girls shrieked, screaming how they thought my little act was cute. I just don't get what they see in it.

I went to my spot and met up with my first few costumers. I just sat down, slouched as usual, and started talking. The conversation ended at something about going to the beach. Maybe? I never really pay attention. Another thing to tell you, just so you don't get the wrong idea.

I AM NOT A LESBIAN!

I just pretend to flirt with the ladies to get more attention. The more attention I get, the better chance I have on my old band mate--nicknamed Shiki--will find me (PS: Shiki means corpse demon, and the band is obviously punk/emo, buts it's just a cover band).

The day had finally ended, or so I had thought. Everyone had left except me and Kyouya. He motioned for me to follow him down the hall, which I did, but not without caution. Before I even knew it, I was pinned agains a wall. Kyouya had his hands on either side of me, preventing me from escaping.

"What the actual fuck, dude?" I questioned him, trying to keep my cool. I am actually very claustrophobic, especially when people get to close to my person.

"I believe I've found out your secret, miss Freeman." He looked at me with a sinister smile, tilting his head to one side, adding to the creepiness of the situation.

"What are you even talking about-"

"I know that your a girl, Peyton," he interrupted me.

I began to chuckle, "Okay, you know. Not what?" He backed away and looked at me.

"I wanna know, why?" The halls where filled with an awkward silence, for I refused to answer. "I won't let you leave until you tell me."

"Fine. Have you ever heard of the cover band 'The Ravens?'"

"I've heard of them, can't say that I like them though." He just smiled.

"It all started when the band was looking for a new lead guitarist. At the time, about a year ago, that was the only instrument I could play, so I thought I had a chance. Turns out the band was looking for a male guitarist, who could also sing screamo, which I could, and still can. So, being as stubborn as I am, I still wanted in. So I cut my blond hair, died it red and black, and was able to make my way in as a guy. Having my flat chest sure helped," I mumbled the last part, not really wanting him to hear it. I guess he, did cause I heard a faint chuckle from across the hall.

"So what are you doing dressed as a boy now?" He asked somewhat confused.

"Well... The band broke up. Now I'm trying to get it back together. Well tried, turns out the base players dead, reasons are still unknown, and the other guys just straight up hate me. I'm not sure why, maybe because they found out I was a chick, or maybe because they thought I was a gay guy. Either way they wouldn't come back. Then I remembered the drummer, his nickname was Shiki, I never knew his real name. I only had his cell phone number. He never texted me until he started to attend this school, so when I got a scholarship in the mail for the school, I took it. The thing is... He only knew me as a guy... So I just kept up the act, and enrolled as a dude. So far I think I pulled it off. What do you think?" I asked, finally concluding my freaking life story.

"I believe that you've done a pretty good job on your little act. Only I seem to have seen through your disguise."

"Speaking of that, what gave me away?" I asked.

"The mere fact that you never change for your gym class."

"So, because people don't have proof that I'm a dude, you got skeptical. Is that it?"

"Pretty much," he said.

"Then I guess I'll just have to prove it," I said with confidence, about to walk out.

"Wait how?" He questioned with concern.

"Don't worry, you'll see," and with that, I walked home.

(Tamaki's POV)

I was walking back to the host room to get my math journal, when I heard voices from down the hall.

"What the actual fuck, dude?" Peyton?

"I believe I've found out your secret, miss Freeman." Kyouya?

I heard everything, their entire conversation. I was beyond shocked. The fact that he was a she made be blush even more because of the things she did to me. The brush of the lips, the always in my fact. My blush became darker just thinking about it. I drove home, a little scared about what she might be doing for her next gym class...

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Good for Tamaki, he isn't the last one to know this time

What will Peyton do?

Take some guesses...