So far, Ceire, a new student at Ouran High School, has stumbled upon the Host Club, and managed to uncover their biggest secret. What happens now? Read on to find out!

The whole host club was frozen with fear. Tamaki chased over to Ceire, clamped her mouth shut, and shouted, "Don't say that out loud! How did you know? Goodness now another person knows of our secret!" He began to whimper, and freak out.

Ceire struggled to escape his grasp. Geez, she thought furiously, this guy has a tight grip.

When she escaped his 'clutches', Tamaki sprinted towards Kyoya, and started babbling like an idiot. "Mamaa!" he wailed. "This newbie is going to expose our secrettt! This is utterly preposterous! My dear Haruhi will be ruined I tell you, RUINED!"

All eyes were on her. She felt her face reddening, and she shrank away from the hosts.

The twins glared at her. "Nice going, newbie," they snarled.

Ceire trembled. "I-I'm…I didn't mean to…"

She stopped, and her brow furrowed. "Please excuse me if this comes across as rude, but some people can just see the difference between a male and a female, regardless of what attire they wear."

She looked at Haruhi. "Haruhi, I'm sorry if I have ruined some sort of secret that the host club has concoted." She glared over at Tamaki, who at her harsh gaze shrank into a corner and pouted.

"But seriously, why are you dressed as a girl? I'm a bit lost," she exclaimed, letting out a confused laugh.

Haruhi sighed. "To make a long story short, I stumbled in here a while ago, broke a vase, and was forced to pay it off. I was mistaken for a boy, and when the hosts discovered my true gender, they were shocked. I decided to dress like a boy so I could pay off my debt and stay a host."

Ceire pondered for a moment. "Oh, so you dress like a boy to repay your debt?"

Haruhi nodded. "Yes. And besides, it's nice being fussed over by the girls."

Ceire raised her eyebrows. "Girls? What girls?"

At that precise moment, the hosts and the 'newbie' heard a loud, clear knock on the doors.

Tamaki immediately snapped out of his depression. "Places everyone!" he shouted. The club members grouped together at the center of the room, leaving Ceire standing forlornly by herself.

The door handles turned, and without warning several girls in flowing gowns twirled into the room. Several other girls followed behind them.

Tamaki approached the girls and greeted them warmly. "So lovely to see you ladies," he said, flashing them his gorgeous smile. They swooned on the spot.

"Oh Tamaki-senpai, it's lovely to see you too!" squealed one of the girls.

" Such a pleasure to be here!" giggled another.

The rest of the hosts followed Tamaki's lead and greeted each of the girls. When the introductions were over, the girls were lead to the chairs and sofas scattered throughout the host club. Refreshments were served, and conversations sparked between the hosts and the guests.

Ceire blinked. So this is what they do? Entertain girls?

She noticed that each host had a different personality, which suited each group of girls.

Tamaki-senpai was wooing girls with his romantic and complimentary words.

Honey-senpai was entertaining girls with his childish behavior. Mori-senpai trailed behind him, and when Honey spilt something on himself, Mori helped him clean his shirt. The girls squealed over this strong friendship.

Kyouya was wooing the girls with Host Club merchandise; he would sell them scrapbooks, pictures, anything pertaining to the hosts. They would eagerly buy these goods.

The Hitachiin twins had a brotherly love act going on. They put on a twincest performance, which the girls adored.

And lastly, Haruhi Her behavior was quite different from the other hosts; her way of wooing the girls was just by being herself. When Haruhi told stories of her childhood, the girls surrounding her listened intently.

She's quite popular, Ceire thought. I wonder how she's able to hide her true gender. That must be a little hard for her.

Haruhi looked up, and met eye-to-eye with Ceire. Ceire smiled, and Haruhi smiled back.

The girls looked up as well, and noticed Ceire.

"Who are you?" one of the girls asked. "I don't think I've seen you before."

Ceire smiled. "Oh, I just transferred here last week from America on a scholarship."

The girl gasped. "America? Oh, how is it? I've heard it's a wonderful country!" The rest of the girls began to ask questions.

"How is the weather?"

"Are the shops nice?"

"How are the beaches?"

"Is the food good?"

"Um..well…I'm not expert at America, but you should visit there sometime!" Ceire exclaimed. "The attractions are excellent and the food is good! I personally like the exquisite cuisine of Japan more."

"What grade are you in?" A black-haired girl inquired.

"Oh, I'm in ninth grade; first year," Ceire replied.

"What homeroom are you in?" another girl asked.

"Oh, um…I don't remember, but I think it's on my phone..here we go.." She showed the girls her homeroom number.

"I'm in that room! I wonder why I haven't seen you!"

"Well, I've only been in school for a few hours a day, since I'm adjusting to the schedule." She looked as though she had something else to add on, but she kept silent and moved onto another topic.

The girls chatted with Ceire for a while, until they had to leave. As the guests filed out of the room, several girls approached Kyoya.

"Kyouya-senpai, we would love to be able to talk to Ceire again. Her stories of the United States are quite intruiging."

Kyouya grinned. "If it fits into Ceire's schedule, I will see if she can visit the host club again."

The girls squealed. "Aah, arigato Kyouya-senpai!"

And with that, the girls chased out the door, slamming the door behind them.

"Gather 'round, everyone!" Kyouya announced. The hosts approached Kyouya.

"It seems," Kyouya continued, "that Ceire is quite popular with some of the girls. Some of them have requested her. I know she isn't a host, but this could be helpful to the host club. I propose that Ceire should work at the host club."

"WAIT A SEC!"Ceire shouted. "Don't I get a say in this? Sure, the girls were interested in America and I don't mind informing them about the U.S., but I can't be at the host club full-time. And I am not working at the club. I don't owe you or anything."

"Well," Kyouya said, "Could you at least come to the host club every few days? We have to keep the girls happy."

"No!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "I can't!"

Kyouya frowned. "Is there anything wrong with checking in at the Host Club once in a while?"

Ceire sighed. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that-"

Beeeeep!

Ceire looked down at her phone. It was ringing frantically. "Sorry," she grinned sheepishly. "It's a text message." She pulled out her phone, and clicked a few buttons. Her eyes scanned the message, and as she read her eyes widened. "Crap," she muttered under her breath.

"What's wrong, Ceire-chan?" Honey asked curiously.

"Oh! Erm..it's nothing…eh…I have to get going..I um…have…a class…gotta go!" She ran toward the door, and before exiting the door, she bid the hosts farewell. "Nice meeting you," she exclaimed. She pulled open the door, and chased out of the room.

The hosts were silent for a moment. Tamaki was the first person to speak. "She seems like a nice girl, eh?"

Kyouya nodded. "However, I'm a little curious about why she left so suddenly."

"Yah," said Honey. "She seemed a little upset."

"Speaking of which," continued Haruhi, "She was upset when she arrived first into the room. I wonder what has happened?

Hikaru shrugged. "Who knows? Hm, I wonder what homeroom she's in." He smirked. "We could always use a new toy, eh Kaoru?"

Hikaru awaited a response from his younger brother.

"Kaoru?"

Kaoru was deep in thought. There was something about that girl, he thought to himself, that doesn't seem right. She's hiding something, and I'm going to find out what.

Awwh, leave it to Kaoru to try and solve Ceire's problem- but first he has to figure out why she was so anxious to leave the Host Club. Next chapter coming soon- don't forget to review~