Hosts + Me = 97

Chapter 1

My maid shook me awake at 6:15 for school. I showered, brushed my hair and teeth and buttoned up my blouse, slid into my dress and pulled up my socks. I checked the back of my hand and carefully rewrote the number there, which for today is 90. The same maid led me to the dining room and pulled out my chair for me to eat an overly-extravagent breakfast, alone at the table made for twelve. The maid led me away from the table after I finished to where another maid was waiting with my school bag and lunch, and my chauffer met me outside the front door to take me to the limo and drive me to school. I arrived at precisely 7:45, fifteen minutes before school started.

I was the first to arrive in class again and I sat in my regular seat at the back corner next to the window. I listened as the other students slowly started to trickle in, gossiping and giggling about the most shallow of things. The teacher came in at 8:02, and immedietely launched into a droning lecture that I diligently took notes on until lunch time came, where I ate my overly-extravagent meal alone at a table made for more than one.

The same exact schedule happens every single day, unwavering from the grey path that has been carved for me.

Sometimes I think about what I could be doing differently, what I could be seeing differently that would allow me to experience things like all of the other smiling teenage girls here that I can't seem to understand no matter how hard I try. But then I think to myself, would I really want to be that... superficial? And I say no, then continue with my day as always. Monochrome is better than one-dimensional, I tell myself.

Today, though, something is different. Everything is the same but I feel... tired. Exhausted in fact, by the dull, monotonous routine that is my life.

And so, instead of walking back to class to return to my seat in the back of the class near the window and take notes that I wouldn't even glance at later when I do my homework, I go to explore. I want to find somewhere empty where I can listen to music on my overly-advanced phone that I only use for music and games and where I can draw a picture that won't be seen by anyone but myself.

An hour of walking around the school finds me in the first empty room I saw away from others, an abandoned music room. There's two hours of school left, so another hour and 45 minutes before I need to leave. I will be missing gym, which is a small relief.

Today's theme for my drawing is a deer head in a grey background, outlined in black and white. The boring colors helped to compliment the galaxy design in the deer head; I choose to listen to my Memphis Mayfire playlist while I drew. When I look it over after I'm finished I'm rather surprised at how... colorful it is. I don't normally go for colors like this, choosing nuetral tones to match my mood most of the time. These colors must have something to do with my restlessness.

Looking at the clock I see that I only have 8 minutes until school lets out, so I quickly start packing up my things neatly. Just as I'm sliding my sketchbook into my bag though, the door opens and an odd group of loud boys walk in, not noticing me yet. There is a short blonde next to a tall stoic one. Two ginger twins have their arms around a short(but taller than me) brunette, and a relatively tall blonde one is talking to her animatedly. A dark-haired one in glasses follows silently behind.

I didn't move at all, not wanting to draw their attention but the tall dark-haired boy wearing glasses suddenly looked over at me with an emotionless gaze. I meet his look with an empty countenance of my own, and he leans over to whisper something into a blonde boy's ear. In turn he also looks at me, and then all seven of them are. I'm uncomfortable, not used to having this much attention directed towards me but a small blonde boy who's carrying a pink stuffed bunny skips over and looks up at me with shiny eyes. He looks to be about 2 inches shorter than me.

"Helloo! This is Usa-chan, and you can call me Honey-Senpai! Usa-chan wants to know why you're in here!" I open my mouth to answer but the tall blonde one with violet eyes appears next to us then and exclaims, "You musn't be so rude in the presence of such a delicate beauty, Honey-senpai! Oh, I must apologize princess, on my honor as club president." By the end of this he is on one knee and holding my hand, and I really don't know how to react. I'm not really used to people talking to me, but even I don't think that this is normal behavior. I don't blush or stutter, or even react really, but it seems that I was supposed to as he is in the same positition but is now looking at me expectantly.

Choosing to ignore the odd one and the five boys behind him who are still looking at me, I turn to Honey-senpai and bow. "My apologies, Honey-senpai, I didn't know that this room is occupied by a club. I was just leaving, but it was lovely to meet you." With that I hitch my bag higher and my shoulder and walk over to the door, or at least I try too. "Wait princess! What is your name, we haven't had you as a guest yet!"

The weird one is still holding my hand.

I gently pry my hand away and try to go to the door, not answering his question. I'm stopped again though, but this time by the one in glasses. He steps infront of me and turns to the weird one before looking down at a black book and adjusting his glasses. "Her name is Hotaru Sora, class 2A. Her parents are the owners of the internationally famous Hotaru Hotels, and this is her first year here. She was previously homeschooled and her education consisted of violin, English and French, in addition to her being ahead of our curriculum." By the end of his little summary everybody was staring at me with even more intensity and I was beginning to fidget. Without meeting his gaze I nodded in response and tried to walk around him but this time I was stopped by the twins.

They put their arms around me like they had with the brunette from before and they both leaned down so their faces were on either side of mine. "Well Ms. Saya--" "we aren't hosting today-" "so we're all yours." "We think you should stay today--" "And get to know us," They finished, both waggling their eyebrows. They finished each others sentences and seemed to know exactly what the other was going to do or say, which was unsettling.

"Unhand the princess, you devil twins! Mommy, control them!!" The weird one shrieked as he tried to pull me away from the twins. They, in turn, began pulling me towards them as an arguement commenced. They were yelling at each other and pulling on my arms, which was actually starting to hurt.

"Idiots, let go of Sora-san! I'm so sorry about them," The brunette suddenly said as she stormed over. They let go of me and I tried to gather my bearings, looking around. Honey-senpai was eating cake next to the to stoic one and the boy in glasses was busy writing in his book. The weird one and the twins were still arguing with each other. I turned back to the brunette and looked her over. It confused me why she was in a boy's uniform, but then again I suppose it's understandable in order to escape wearing the yellow cupcakes from hell.

"Thank you," I said simply, and she gave me a kind smile in responce. I was on my way to the door again but this time the twins and the weird one were all stopping me. They stood in front of the door with their arms spread across it, and I sighed lowly to myself.

I dialed my chauffer's number, bringing my phone up to my ear. Once I heard him answer I said "I'll probably be awhile, go ahead and go home." and hung up. I looked back to the group of people and sighed again, thinking to myself. Monochrome is better than one-dimentienal. But, even as I think that, I know that these guys aren't shallow, and are about to become a part of my schedule.

AN

Yo

Sorry if this writing style is boring to read, I'm trying to adjust it to fit Sora and her current state of mind. (which is boring)

This chapter is dedicated to MusicFreakBP, cause she's cool and she commented and stuff.

k bye