Authors Note: Hey everybody! Alright, well in this chapter, they have lunch. Going off of the episode when the twins are fighting, I based the lunch system off of that. SO don't shoot me if I get something wrong. (I watched the scene before writing this so….neyah.)

Class didn't seem to last long for me. In a matter of seconds it felt like we were off to lunch. I picked up my stuff and rushed to the lunch hall. The lunch menu seemed quite impressive, at least to me.

"Hello miss, what can we get you?" said the kind lady who stood behind the counter.

"Surprise me," I replied nonchalantly. Everything on the list looked really delicious.

She took a minute to assemble a tray for me, and then she handed it to me. I took it and smiled; "Arigato" Then I made my way through the crowd and sat down at a table alone. A few girls drifted over and talked to me for a minute or two; just introductions and the like. After a while they drifted off and found something else more interesting than me.

"Hey there stranger," said Naomi as she sat across from me. She was small and had soft brown hair that went along with her eyes. "How is Ouran for you?"

"It's fine. Your family sure had a load of things to say about this place. So far, I see no reason to call them liars." I shrugged and took a bite of my food. Heavenly, I must say.

She laughed. "Ah, wait until after school."

"What's after school?"

She winked at me and smirked. "You'll see."

"Look I have a tour after school." I never liked having people lead me into things. Most of the time I ended up hating the results. At that moment the memory flashed before my eyes. No. Not now. It's behind you. "I have to wait for a bit after class because the guide has a club or something."

Her gaze became very focused on me. "How did I not see this coming before?"

"See what coming?"

She shook her head quickly and took a bite from her food, signaling that she wasn't coming free from this information easily. "Nothing at all."

"Naomi?"

"It is nothing, Riku."

"You either tell me what you had planned for me, or you tell me what you just were talking about." I gave her a glare that meant business.

She gulped. "Where is Risa when you need her?"

"Naomi, answer me. Risa will not come to your rescue."

"It's just that the…. I wanted to surprise you with a fun time at an all-girls club!"

"All-girls?" I stared at my food. "What do we do there?"

She mumbled something under her breath before stuffing food into her mouth.

"What was that?" She continued to stuff her face until she ran out of food. "Naomi, please. You know about me and surprises."

"It's a host club, okay? A group of guys flirting with an audience of girls, that's all it is." She crossed her arms.

I forced myself to take several slow, deep breaths. No yelling and no fighting. That would only draw bad attention to you. "Naomi," I finally managed in a rather calm voice. "You know about me and guys. Me and flirting. Just doesn't work out to well, period."

"But these guys are like pros at this. They can deal with almost anybody. So long as you don't pick a fight with anybody, you are allowed to attend. Just pick out the guy you want for the bit of time you are allowed."

I shook my head, wanting to hit something. "Naomi… that is hitting to close to home."

"It's just being hit on, no big deal."

"Naomi, just stop. I see no point in going. Flirting is for when you have emotions for somebody. If you just go around doing it because somebody is paying you, then that's either called greed, prostitution, or a combination of the both."

Naomi didn't reply. She didn't even move, or look up at me. Once, she glanced up, but it wasn't at me; more at something over my shoulder. I glanced and saw none other than Tamaki Suoh paused, mid-step, his hand hovering above my shoulder. His face was a scarlet red, and his moth was clenched tightly shut. I tried to move, but I couldn't for some reason. Quickly, he turned on his heel and marched off.

Instantly it felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. I hated it when I offended somebody unintentionally. When somebody got mad, I either go sad or defensive, even if I wasn't the subject of the anger.

Usually, I was in tune with the people around me and I could sense emotions that people were giving off, unless I was deeply involved and passionate about something. But some feelings were hard to ignore, no matter how focused I am.

How could I be passionate about the Host Club? You hardly know anything about them. Something inside me told me that the Host Club was about to become more important to me than anything had ever really been.