Author's Note: Head's up, this story is kinda a spin-off of Odaiba High School Host Club: The Next Generation. So it would kinda be best to read that story first before you head on to this one. You don't necessarily have to, but there's some extra background story just to enhance this story. If you don't, not a biggie, I'll try to remember to write extra details as if this was a separate work of its own so that people don't get lost, cause it's like not everyone has "watched" the prior series. So I apologize if I forget, cause I just recently was in the end of writing the Odaiba Host Club story. Now, I have two Odaiba Host Club stories, so it's the Odaiba High School Host Club: THE NEXT GENERATION, just to be clear! It's different and (thank God) a little shorter than the first "season" even though both stories happen right next to each other. But just to repeat, if you want to get a slightly more enhanced reading experience, read Odaiba High School Host Club: THE NEXT GENERATION first, lol. Thank you! And of course, lots of love and candy,

Lily!

Just a Girl

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes/

I'm exposed/

And it's no big surprise..."

"Game over, you have anything to say before we finish up here?"

"What's there to say?"

"I'm surprised... I would have thought you'd pull the 'I'm just a girl, little ol' me!' bit."

"Well don't let me out of your sight..."

"Cute...well, you're not just a girl to me. You're one of the smarter people I've dealt with. But when I tell you to do one thing, I expect you to take it seriously. There's a reason I still manage to slip through the cracks, while everyone else...well, you know what happens."

"You're just that good, aren't you?"

"You underestimated me, and even now, I know you're still doing it. Let me tell you something though- that'll be your last mistake."

"And with that being said, I hope this assembly brought some awareness to everyone about allergies. Does anyone have any questions before we end this assembly?" a nurse spoke in the middle of the gymnasium. "Yes, the student over there with his hand up? Come on over?"

"Hi! Just a very important question! We're not gonna be one of those schools that'll have to ban peanut butter, are we? Cause I like peanut butter. Probably not as much as Cam's dog-," Takuya was cut off.

"Hahahaha!" the students, and some of the teachers laughed.

"Enough!" a young, stern-looking woman in a dress suit sharply said. She had chin-length brown hair and a serious demeanor about her, it was almost hard to believe that she was only in her late twenties.

"Yes, Principal Himekawa," Takuya bit his lip.

"As far as we can, we'll try keep as many of the foods in the school as possible. If we got rid of all of the allergens, we might only be left with something along the lines of matzo bread, and that might not even be a possibility for some people," a young man with disheveled dark hair said. He wore a lab coat, beach shorts, and pink bunny slippers.

"Thanks VP Daigo," Takuya nodded and returned to the bleachers.

"Any more questions?" the nurse asked.

"No? Alright. Then it's time to head to second period. Five minutes, everyone," the stern-looking woman said.

"Ugh, lame...," a couple of students grumbled.

"Jesus Christ," a nervous Kristy Damon took a deep breath. She tried to pace quickly to her locker without having to make small talk with anyone. The last thing she wanted to do was be held up by anything. In fact, she just wanted to run and not stop at all for anything, but of course that wasn't a realistic possibility. She tugged her lock open and opened the door to find a purple envelope fall out. "What's this?" she picked it up. She looked around her to see if anyone was watching her, but it seemed like everyone was just doing their own thing. She subtly opened it up and pulled a piece of paper out.

I know what you did.

"This isn't good...," Kristy felt her stomach drop. She held her breath and quickly stuffed the envelope in her textbook.

"Hey baby sister!" her older brother, Marcus snuck up behind her and dropped his hands on her shoulders.

"Eep!" Kristy shrieked.

"Someone's a little jumping bean," Marcus raised an eyebrow.

"You scared me, of course I'm going to jump!" Kristy snapped.

"Ah, chill. You're a bit edgy today. Come to think of it, I don't think you even ate breakfast today, did ya?" Marcus asked.

"Marcus. I need to get to class...," Kristy sighed.

"Yeah, I should too. I'm late way too many times," Marcus shrugged. "I'll catch you around then."

"Okay, okay! Just bye!" Kristy closed her locker and dashed away. She walked to her classroom and took her usual seat in the front row. Just act normal, just act normal..., she thought to herself.

*flick* a paper football flitted onto her desk.

"What the hell?" Kristy opened it up.

Look up.

"Hello."

"Hi...?" Kristy faked a smile. "Can I help you?"

"I saw you in the hallway, so now you can't pretend you didn't get my first message because I know," an androgynous-looking teenager smiled back at Kristy, almost in an eerie way. Kristy felt uneasy at the sight of the mysterious person. She couldn't tell if the person standing in front of her was a girl or a guy, if the hair color was black or just a very dark blue, or if the smile was friendly or malicious. The only thing that was certain was that the person had such bright blue eyes, which were almost too piercing to look at for more than a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you from somewhere?" Kristy asked.

"The name's Ken Ichijoji, and we've definitely met before. Several times," the ambiguous person smiled again.