I tugged on Haruhi's sleeve. She turned and looked at me with an inquisitive gaze, "What is it Ren?"

I sighed looking around the library. It was incredibly loud, and since my first day, I could very well say there was not a lot I would miss when I left. Most of the girls and boys here weren't even studying- just flirting and conversing with friends. It annoyed me a little to see them all looking so care-free, but I supposed that it was better than having them all looking like they were depressed. Still, I wished that they would respect what they had a little more.

I blew a strand of dark hair out of my face, "Can we leave? I'm not getting anything done with this noise…"

Haruhi's big glasses flashed in the light, "yeah sure…. Damn these rich people…"

I picked up my books, shoving them into my bag. I buried my face into my warm scarf, sighing once more as I Haruhi grasped my hand to lead me out. My body moved sluggishly, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I knew I had to study for an up-coming test. That was why I forced myself to stay awake through the entirety of last night.

It didn't help that I was burdened with low blood pressure. I felt my head swirl and I pulled Haruhi to a stop in front of me. She looked back with concern, knowing very well I wasn't the healthiest teenager around.

"You okay Ren-Chan?"

I nodded, muttering "Just need to catch my breath…"

Haruhi's brown eyes were wide as she stared at me, she reached up to place a hand on my forehead. "Did you get any sleep last night?" I shook my head, looking down. She sighed, "well… you don't have a fever thank god. Just take it easy- you should sleep a little when we find a quiet place to study…" I opened my mouth to reply but she cut me off with a narrow gaze. "Don't worry about your studies. You can copy my notes tomorrow, okay? You need to take care of yourself before anything else."

I looked at her, and nodded quietly again in submission. She had always taken care of me, and I knew she would never do anything to hurt me intentionally. Sometimes I wondered why she stuck around me so much. I was quiet, and more often than not I was rude. Not that I intended to be, I just always spoke my mind no matter what I was thinking, though I generally wasn't a talkative person. I only spoke when necessary, as I was used to only speaking to adults like teachers, but that was before Haruhi came into my life. She was kind, and so I let her be in my world.

She took my hand again, and after a few more moments we kept walking. We went up a flight of stairs when the libraries we checked were full. This time we would check the music rooms, but the first two were full before we came across the last one. Apparently it was abandoned, so we immediately assumed there wouldn't be anyone around to disturb us.

We guessed wrong in that department, for when Haruhi opened the doors…

"Welcome!"

Haruhi took one look at the five boys posing in front of us, and then her calm resolve snapped. She shuddered with with eyes, "This is a host club?!"

The identical boys looked at us with narrowed eyes, and spoke in sync "Oh wow, their boys!"

The guy with glasses -who stood next to the two- looked over at them, "Hikaru, Kaoru. I believe these young men are in the same class as you, aren't they?"

"Yeah, but they're shy, and they don't act very sociably so we don't know much about them," they shrugged, looking back at the man.

He paused, then smiled sharply, "well that wasn't very polite."

I felt like my feet were lead under the scrutinizing gazes of these young men. I kept a stoic gaze, but inside I felt like bolting, but Haruhi couldn't get the door to open for some reason.

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club," he looked up at us, "Mr Honour students."

Then out of no-where the blond jumped up and exclaimed "What?" his blue eyes wide. He leered over at us with a curious, awe-filled gaze, "You must be Haruhi Fujioka and Ren Aozora! You're the exceptional Honour students we've heard about!"

Haruhi stopped fiddling with the door for a second, and I froze.

"H-how did you know our names?" she asked sheepishly. I took a step back, suddenly feeling very small.

"Why your infamous," the man from before spoke as if it were obvious. "It's not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy- let alone two in the same year. You must have an audacious nerve to fight hard enough to find your way into this school as honour students, Mr Fujioka, Mr Aozora."

"W-well ah, thank you I guess…"

The blonde slid our way, wrapping his arm around Haruhi, "Your welcome! Your heroes to other poor people Fujioka, Aozora. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy!"

Haruhi ticked, and then shuffled us away, but the idiot continued talking, practically waltzing in our direction.

"It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others."

Haruhi huffed, moving us away again, "I think your taking this poor thing too far."

"Spurred! Neglected! But that doesn't matter now," he stood straight. "Long live the poor!" He looked down at us, with a strangely sparkling atmosphere, "We welcome you poor men, to our world-" he spread his arms wide, "of beauty!"

Haruhi grabbed my hand and we walked away, "we're out of here…"

I felt an arm grab me and I was pulled back, but I didn't let Haruhi go and dragged her with me. The boy who pulled me was surprisingly strong, but when I looked at him, he looked no older than thirteen.

"Heeeey! Come back here Ren-Chan! Haru-Chan!" He smiled widely, "you must be like super heroes or something! That's so cool!"

Haruhi looked over my shoulder at him, "we're not hero's, we're honour students." Then she seemed to realize something and snapped, "and who are you calling Haru-Chan?!"

I patted her shoulder and she took in a few deep breaths to calm down. Once again that blonde idiot came back and spoke again.

"I never would have imagined the famous scholars would be so openly gay."

We froze and Haruhi whispered to me, "openly what?"

The blonde snapped his fingers, "so tell me what kind of guys you're both into! Do you like the strong-silent type? The boy Lolita? How 'bout the mischievous type? Or the cool type?"

I felt overwhelmed and took a step behind Haruhi, whispering "Haru these guys are crazy!"

Haruhi had her mouth wide open, "u-u-u-u-u-uh… I uh… I-its not like that! We were just looking for a quiet place to study!"

The blonde in front of us smirked, taking a step forward to stroke Haruhi's cheek. "…Or maybe…" he lifted her chin, closing in on her, "…you're into a guy like me?"

I felt my composure snap and I wrapped an arm around my best friends waist, pulling her back behind me. I glared sharply at the man, but when I heard a commotion behind me, I looked over to find Haruhi poised over a stand… with a broken vase on the ground in front of her.

I halted, and felt my breath disappear.

Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Crap!