Chapter 2

Tamaki stared at me, tapping his chin dramatically. I sighed.

"Why are you staring at me?" I asked, my one visible eye narrowing.

"I'm trying to figure out your type." He replied. I sighed, not wanting to know what he was talking about.

"Well stop staring at me. I need to go anyway. I've got practice." I said, turning to head to the door. Tamaki stopped me.

"It can wait!" He said. My mouth twisted into a frown.

"So help me if I'm late, I'll lock you in a dirty cell with pedophiles for a week." I said. Tamaki stared while Haruhi sighed.

"No, you won't. I know you." She said. I turned to her.

"I'm not sure you do anymore." I said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked. I sighed and shook my head.

"Nothing. Just forget about it." I said. Haruhi sighed. Tamaki stared at me.

"Why's your eye bandaged up?" He asked, as if he had just noticed. Which, he probably did. I stiffened at the question.

"It's not your business." I said. Haruhi frowned.

"You can tell me. I won't tell anyone. I am your cousin." She said. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, really I am, but it's my business and mine alone." I said. Everybody looked suspicious. Then Tamaki totally changed the subject.

"I KNOW WHAT YOUR TYPE WILL BE!" He shouted. I sighed.

"Dude, what are you smoking? Seriously." I asked. Then Tamaki got all mopey and went to his emo corner and started growing mushrooms. Haruhi sighed.

"Tamaki! Stop growing mushrooms!" She snapped at him. He sulked even more.

"Jeez, dude. I was just joking." I said. Then I shrugged and started walking to the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kyoya asked.

"None of your damn business, stalker." I said, still walking.

"Stalker?" He questioned.

"How the hell else would you know my secret?" I asked, stopping. I turned my head back to see him smirking. I shook my head in irritation. I resumed walking.

I quickly left the school and got in my limo. The limo then took me to practice. Basketball practice to be more precise. I hadn't played basketball for three years. I shivered at the memory of the last time I had played. That was a bad day. Well, I'd just have to get over it.

We arrived at the gym where practice was going to be taking place. I got out of the limo with a duffel bag and walked into the gym. Even if I couldn't see them, I knew that the host club was following. Even Haruhi. Why she was even in that stupid club, I didn't understand. It didn't make any sense.

I went to the locker room where I was going to change. The host club had no intention of stopping. I sighed and turned around. No way in hell was I gonna let them be the perverts they are and watch me change. They all hid behind trash-cans and exercise equipment. I sighed.

"Seriously, guys, stop hiding. I know you're there." I said. They huffed and came out of hiding.

"How'd you know?!" Tamaki asked. I sighed.

"You're so obvious. You tried hiding behind garbage cans and exercise equipment. Seriously, guys. You're all stupid except for Haruhi, who I suspect doesn't want to be here." I replied. Haruhi nodded. Tamaki pouted.

"What are you doing here?" The twins asked in unison.

"I have practice. Sports. You can watch if you want, but I need to change. You can't watch that. Oh, wait a moment. You're all gay, aren't you? I mean seriously, I've seen the incest thing and that was slightly creepy." I replied. The host club, except Haruhi, dead-panned. Haruhi just burst out laughing.

"I never thought of that. Maybe they are!" Haruhi said, still laughing. When the others regained their composure, they glared at us.

I shook my head and went into the locker room. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts. Then I replaced the bandages over my left eye. When I was done, I walked out of the locker room and went to the indoor basketball court.

Sitting in the bleachers was the host club. I rolled my eyes and jogged over to my team. They were all snotty rich kids. Which meant that the team I was on was going to be crap. Wonderful. Not.

(So, since I know nothing about sports, I'm going to skip practice and such.)