I need to do something crazy, something reckless. I have to do something; I feel like I'm suffocating. I fell into my bed looking at the ceiling, eyes wet with tears. Suddenly, as if it was a sign form the heavens my phone rang. I rolled across my bed to pick it up, human intraction feels necessary at this point.

"Hello" I whispered into the phone in an attempt to hide my still shaky voice.

"MO! I need you here! like now, no like 10 minutes ago!" The voice proved to be too much for my ears and I pulled back to give my ears some relief.

"Takara, you are too loud! My ears are going to break and I need them."

"Yeah?! well I need you! NOW! it's a code 22."

I took a breath and closed my eyes. Code 22 is a crush alert, since we are adults one would thinks that we wouldn't have codes for crushes but we do. Takara, my best friend, doesn't know my heart was just shattered into a million fucking pieces. I don't plan on letting her know, she's very protective and would hurt someone without a second thought if they had hurt me.

"Okay, okay tell me whats up."

"You know the new club that just opened up? Yes, okay good. Well, the club is having a girls free night." Takara voice seem to be getting more and more excited with every word.

"Yeah, and? code 22?"

"Getting there! Jeez, well I saw my man go in to the club! Mo, this my chance we can have an "accidental" meeting."

"Wait, what are Ouran students doing at a club? Kids this days man." I pulled myself up form the bed and made my way to the bathroom. "Also, it never stops feeling weird that you like a high school guy when your in college."

"He is a second year high school student, that practically means he's a freshman in college. Also have you seen the boy, so handsome it hurts. Please Mo, be my wing girl and help me out. I'll owe you one." Takara begged and pleaded with me to come.

"Okay, I'll come. I need a pick me up anyway and whats better than free drinks? Give me 20 minutes, 30 minutes tops and I'll be there." I looked in the mirror and ruffled my newly cut hair. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a skirt and top that I had never worn because they were too revealing. The top was a black polo necked crop top that was mostly lace save for the small piece of fabric that gave coverage to my boobs. The skirt was a black high waist mini skater skirt. I showered quickly and threw on my outfit silently thanking myself for the "lifestyle" change I had started a couple months back. Eating healthy and working out was paying off right now because I look damn good.

This night will be my night.

I turned the corner and found Takara pacing back and forth outside of club. Unlike me Takara was pure Japanese and had a small petite frame. She was wearing a white body con dress and white heels. Takara turned as if she could sense my presence.

"You look good." Takara smiled and grabbed my hand leading me to the club. Takara and I walked into the club and Immediately found the host club. It was not at all a surprising that they were surrounded by girls. "How are we going to do this?" She put her hand on her chin. I smiled and put my hand on her shoulder. My goal was a little different then hers, I really just wanted to get drunk and dance.

"While you figure out a strategy I will taste test the liquor. Call me when you need that push!" I gently pushed her closer to her target before walking over to the bar but at first I didn't sit down, instead I scoped out my choices. There were four empty seats and approximately eight possible targets. I chose a guy who already seemed like he had a couple of drinks. He wasn't bad looking at all he had short hair that was obviously died blonde and a few piercings in one ear. He looked me up and down studying my appearance.

"Hello, how are you?" He spoke in broken English. " My name is Daichi"

"Hello, Daichi." I spoke to him in Japanese, the only language I spoke fluently. "I'm more comfortable with Japanese." His face relaxed so quickly is was amusing.

Daichi and I spoke for a while, at least until I got my fill of free drinks from him. Then I ducked out leaving him with a fake phone number. Harsh? maybe, but the drinks here weren't cheap. At least I had a good buzz going just enough to flirt for more free drinks with no guilt and more confidence. about five guys in and I was wasted and impressed by my skills. So impressed that dancing seemed like the best idea in the world and maybe it was. My world was spinning around and lights flashed with bright and vivid colors. Now I understand why Takara goes to parties all the time this was so much fun. I close my eyes and dance with a random guy. My hips moved side ti side and didn't lie. When I felt hands on my waist I spun out of his hold and crashed into another random guy. This guy was tall and very handsome. I looked him intensely. I could feel his arm around my waist which had prevented me from falling.

"Hello." I said meekly letting the sounds of the club drown out my words.

"Are you okay?" The stranger said in a louder voice that fought and won against the surrounding sounds. He looked down at me with an unreadable expression. I simply nodded without moving form his hold. He didn't move ether until someone bumped into us and he tightened his hold me. "Let's move over there." His eyes gestured to a VIP area with less people and more seats. We seemingly glided through the crowd as he lead me to a more comfortable area. When we arrived I didn't sit, instead I stared at him unwittingly. Realizingly that I had stared at him for why to long I quickly looked away.

"Thank You, and uh sorry for . . ." my words drifted off. My eyes were now trained on his chest. He was taller then me and my eyes were naturally in line with his chest. Lust surged through my body. I wonder if he could tell? hopefully not.

"It's no problem." His voice sounded smooth as if it was trying to lure me in. I felt his hand on my chin gently pulling face up, making my eyes meet with his. "My eyes are up here."

"Well . . ." I smiled as I reached up to hold the side of his face. "Your lips should be here." Without letting another moment pass I pressed our lips together. His surprise was only brief before reciprocating to my bold invite.