Ichigo's POV

I can't believe it! I can't believe it! I have no idea how this happened! I can believe I got in Ouran! I took all my time studying when off from work, being a mew, and all that other crap. I still don't know how this could have happened. I've never been the smartest person in the world… who knew just by studying that it would help your grades out fantastically. After I got my grades for school high enough, I was able to take the entrance exam for Ouran. It was very challenging. It took me over an hour, but apparently I did really good on the test, BECAUSE I GOT IN! WOOO HOOO! Okay, sure the uniforms could be a lot more cute, but still, they aren't horrible. I mean just to think, I'm at Ouran, the school for the super rich and beautiful! Not even Mint was rich enough to get in! Boy was she angry when she found out I was accepted.

I was literally dancing in circles when I tripped and fell on something. I looked behind me and realized it wasn't a something. It was a someone, and a cute male someone at that. He had beautiful blonde hair, and bright violet eyes. He stood up and brushed himself off. He was about 6 feet tall. When he smiled I felt like I was going to melt. "I'm so sorry," I said to him, feeling very embarrassed.

He extended his hand out to me and said, "The fault is all mine princess. I hope you didn't get hurt at all."

I grabbed his hand and he helped me stand up. I smiled and replied, "Why no, not at all. I'm fine, I'm used to getting hurt anyway. It would take a lot to hurt me."

"Well that's no excuse for what I have done. I haven't seen you around here before. Do you happen to be new?"

"Yes. My name is Ichigo Momomiya."

"Welcome to Ouran Ichigo. Need help with any of your classes?"

"Well yes. Do you know where classroom 1-A is?"

"Hang on I'll get you someone to show you. OH HARUHI!"

I turned around to see who he was calling. I couldn't believe my eyes. That was Haruhi Fujioka. I could tell right away with the way her eyes looked. I hated that girl so much. The last time I saw her, we got in a huge fight over Masaya, and now neither of us have him.

It took me a couple minutes until I realized she was wearing the uniform for Ouran men, and her hair was much shorter, but I guess that was my fault for throwing that gum in her hair.

"Hey Haruhi," the tall blonde said, "This is Miss Ich…"

"I know very well who she is sempai," Haruhi said, with a little annoyance in her voice. "I used to go to school with her. My guess would be is that she needs help with her classes."

"Awww my daughter is bonding with some of her old middle school female friends!"

Daughter?… I have a feeling that this guy isn't the smartest person in the world. It's kind of weird. He looks so familiar. I know I had of met this tall blonde kid before.

While in the middle of my thinking, Haruhi grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards our class. "You don't need to pull me," I said, I guess kinda snooty, but she deserved it. I pulled away from her grip. "I can follow you without the grip."

Haruhi stopped and turned around, "Look Ichigo, I don't wanna start a fight. It's the absolute last thing on my mind."

"It sure wasn't the last thing on your mind when we were fighting over Masaya at our old school."

"I know how mean I used to be, but I've matured since I've came to Ouran, and I don't wanna get pulled back into that loop again. Everything I do is somehow known by a close friend of mine named Kyoya Ootori. He probably knows about how mean I used to be. However he has, so far, decided not to tell anyone about it." Haruhi is friends with Kyoya Ootori? Wow every rich person in Tokyo must go here. "Are you thinking about joining the host club?"

"Host club? What's a host club?"

"Go to music room 3 after school to find out. The club leader is Tamaki Suoh, the guy that you were talking to back before I came over. His father is the chairmen of the school, so he's the reason you're here. He's very kind hearted, but don't get fooled. Under Tamaki's kindness, there's a huge idiot waiting to get out, and he has the weird theory that I'm his daughter. Kyoya Ootori is…"

"Are you a customer of the host club?"

"If you haven't noticed Ichigo, most people here know me as a guy. The only people who know I'm a girl are you, and my friends Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootori, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Hunny Haninozuka, and Mori Morinozuka. All seven of us are the hosts of the host club." When Haruhi was saying the names, I was surprised to hear the names were probably the most richest teenagers in Tokyo. "We need to get to class," Haruhi said. I followed her behind. Wow, I wonder what happened that had made her dress up like a guy. I followed Haruhi to our class room and sat in an empty chair next to Haruhi.

"So why do you dress up like a guy everyday? I mean there has to be a reason."

"I broke a vase that was worth 8 million yen, and since I couldn't pay it off I had to work for the host club until my debt was paid completely off. I don't that will ever happen with Kyoya adding to my debt everyday."

"Oh that sucks."

"Look Ichigo, I just wanted to tell you that I'm over Masaya. I like someone else now, so if you want, you can go after him."

"I can't. He's studying in England. I mean we are still friends, but he probably found someone he likes more than me anyway. Who do you like anyway?"

"It doesn't matter Ichigo. You wouldn't know him anyway."

She had a point there. I'm probably lucky that I even know Haruhi, and I still wouldn't call it luck considering I would do anything in the world not to know her. Mint is the richest person that I know, and she isn't even rich enough for Ouran. It also isn't likely that there is many honor students here either. I wouldn't be surprised if we were the only two. The only other rich person I know is Ryou, from what I hear. But how rich could he be? He lives in the upstairs of the café.

Maybe coming to Ouran wasn't the smartest idea.