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

Why Kyouya?

Stupid questions and even dumber answers

Shortest chapter ever but I don't care I just needed to get this conversation over with

Hope it doesn't suck as bad as I think it does

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(Kyouya's POV)

It's been almost a week now, and Peyton hasn't even mentioned anything about what happened with the others. She's been avoiding me ever since, so has Mori.

"Kyouya... Could I talk to you for a sec?" Peyton called me over as we left school after hosting. Why did she finally decided to talk to me today?

So here we where again, alone in the same hall when I first exposed her for being a female.

Before I could even ask her a question I stumbled back as she kicked my chest, hard enough to make my back hit the wall behind me with an impact that knocked the wind out of my lungs. She took hold of my throat and managed to raise my body of the ground a few inches as she practically chocked me. Damn she's strong!

"Listen up, and listen good. I may be a little drunk on liquid courage right now, but I still wanna ask you," she dropped me, leaving me to cough and catch my breath, "why? Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Do... What," I coughed out.

"The fucking groping of my ass last week in the hot tub, what else you idiot!" She screamed, already pissed of beyond belief.

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't care, I just want to know what was going through your head," she's getting more frustrated than mad now.

"I just... I wasn't thinking... I-I..." for the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.

"No shit Sherlock-"

"Why does it matter?"

"Excuse me?"

"If the kiss ment nothing, then why does it matter so much to you?" Why, was the one question. I couldn't even figure that one out.

"Cause when you kissed me..." she wiped her face with one hand and peaked through her fingers as if regretting each time we made eye contact, "I liked it..." she said, looking down with a blush, hand still over her mouth. So she did like it.

"Really?" She slapped me.

"What do you think... Okay, please just tell me it was just something stupid on impulse and not that you like me or some shit." I stayed silent. "Great... Fucking great... ugh!"

"Well what am I supposed to say, that I hate you?"

"Yes!" she yelled at me, as if I were a moron.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to like you that way!"

"What way?" Now I'm just running out of questions. I don't even remember what exactly happened next; one moment I could have sworn she was about to hit me... but that only happened after... after she kissed me.

"That way!" She slapped me hard and stormed off. But before I could walk away, I heard a voice from behind the corner.

"Kyouya?"

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Who will it be?

You can still vote:

Kyouya or Hikaru?