A/N: This chapter is very long! I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it :)

Disclaimer: I only own Maya, Hazuki, Aiko, Serena, and Logan. I do not own the Host Club or Ouran.

I woke up the next morning to Aiko standing over me, staring at me. I jumped, and she laughed slightly, but it sounded more forced than anything. She looked like she was waiting for something.

"What the...? Why are you watching me sleep?" I really was freaked out right now. Who wouldn't be?

"I've been yelling your name for five minutes trying to get you to wake up," she paused, "I even shook your shoulder. You are a really heavy sleeper."

I didn't believe her; I surely would wake up to a demented child right? She could kill me in my sleep. I could see it in her eyes. I'm pretty sure my survival to live reaction would kick in with that thing in my room.

I pushed her out of my room, and I shut the door behind me to head to the bathroom. I brushed my hair, noticing that brown was starting to show at my roots again. I needed to dye it black again. I hated it when my roots showed. Regardless, I ran a straightener through my bangs really fast, and just threw my hair up into a pony tail and pinned back the layers that wouldn't go into it. I didn't feel like messing with it today.

I finished my morning routine and walked into the kitchen. I was starving; I didn't really eat anything yesterday. By now, if I were back in London, Serena would be popping up at my house to drag me out the door. Oh, how I missed her and our crazy adventures.

"Did Mr. Suoh tell you what class you're in?" my dad was leaving this morning; he was dressed up in his army outfit, ready to leave.

"I'm in class 1-A I guess," I shrugged, "I have no idea where it's at, though."

"That kid that showed you around yesterday, if you see him," he paused, choking on a piece of toast, "Ask him if you see him."

"I will," I was holding back a laugh because the look on his face was priceless.

Hazuki brought some food out for me, most likely making herself look good since my dad was leaving. I'm sure it'd be hell when I left. Either way, breakfast was pretty good, until it was time to leave. I hugged my dad for what felt like hours, but it was really only a few minutes. I couldn't help but cry a little as he walked out the door. I didn't want him to leave.

"He'll be back," Hazuki sighed, "Now get to school, both of you. Maya, when you get home, I have some chores for you to do, since you're staying here."

"Chores...?" I looked at her and nodded, "Ok."

Hazuki rolled her eyes, and shoved us both out the door. A limo was waiting for us. I still didn't understand why I had chores if they have zillions of maids around the house, but you know, it doesn't matter. Chores aren't exactly the end of the world - I guess. I was more worried about my dad than I was washing dishes.

When Aiko and I got to school, we parted our ways. She went towards the elementary section, and I headed towards the high school part. This place was huge. I had no idea where to go.

"Excuse me, do you know where 1-A is?" the girl in her puffy yellow dress stared me up and down and rolled her eyes, pointing down a hallway.

"It's the last room on your right," she cleared her throat, "Why are you dressed like that? Female students are required to wear this."

She motioned towards her dress, raising an eyebrow. Why was she so concerned about what I was wearing? It's none of her business.

"Because it reminds of a birthday cake," I shrugged and walked off, thanking her as I left.

I found the room she was talking about, and I walked in. I saw Haruhi sitting next to a set of twins with red hair. They weren't that bad looking, if I may say so myself.

"Oh, Maya-chan, you're in this class too?" Haruhi waved to me, and for some reason, I seemed to receive a lot of glares from other female students.

I nodded, waving back to Haruhi, "Mr. Suoh put me in this class, yeah."

The twins looked at me, and walked towards me. They bent down and observed my face, smiled, and stood back up straight.

"You're the girl from yesterday, right?" the one on the right said.

"The one that followed Haruhi to his club?" the one on the left said.

I nodded, feeling self-conscious. Everybody was staring at me. I wasn't used to this sort of treatment or attention whatsoever.

"Guys, leave her alone," Haruhi walked up to us, pulling the twins away, "Sorry, Maya-chan, they like to cause trouble."

I smiled nervously, nodding, "It's ok..."

Haruhi had me sit next to him, which was a seat in the back next to the window. He sat next to me, and one twin sat in front him while the other sat on the other side of him. It was an interesting arrangement.

I was introduced to the class, and some of the students seemed to give me very nasty stares. I don't know why I was getting those stares, but I didn't really care. I kept telling myself that this wasn't a forever thing, and that I would be rescued by Serena and dragged back to London. I could feel that this school was going to be completely different than my old one.

The rest of the class went by quietly. I snuck out my ipod and listened to music the whole class. I already knew what they were learning. My school in London was a few weeks ahead. I dozed off and just stared out the window.

I felt a piece of paper slide onto my desk, and I jumped and turned to look. Haruhi slipped me a note. This was very unusual.

You should stop by the club room with me after class ends. I promise it won't be like last time, and I'm sure you would enjoy your time there. :)

Sighing, I decided I might as well. I needed to meet some new people, and the club that he was in seemed to be really popular.

All right, but I don't remember where it is. Do you mind if you show me again?

My writing was still sort of sloppy, since I was getting used to the language, but I think he should be able to read it.

I saw him chuckle a little bit, and he nodded to me. I figured that meant that he would wait on me and take me there after class. This should definitely be an interesting day. Anything was better than being bored and not having anybody to talk to for an hour. Maybe if I do actually enjoy my time and don't get freaked out and harrassed like last time I can even go after school. It would be better than going back to the house with the evil lady and her demented daughter.

The teacher went on, discussing different math equations and problems, while I dozed off yet again. The bell finally rang after what felt like an eternity. I can't tell you how many songs I went through. I've listened to McFly, Avenged Sevenfold, Paramore, Within Temptation, and some Breaking Benjamin for the past hour. It's ridiculous. I hate math.

Haruhi waited by the door for me while I put away some of my things. It was a free period. I never had any of those in London, so this was one nice thing about this school. While we walked to the Host Club, Haruhi and I were getting nasty looks. Well, more me than him. I wondered why that was.

"Why is everybody looking like they want to jump on me and beat me until I die?" I whispered to him.

He laughed, seeming to find it funny that'd I ask. Weirdly, though, his laugh was sort of girly. Himself as a whole seemed feminine, though. Maybe he was gay? I guess there's nothing wrong with that.

"The Host Club is very popular here. They're just jealous," he paused, "Don't take it personally; they'll get over it soon."

I nodded, still seeming petrified. I stayed close to him just in case.

"Haruhi-kun, are you headed to the club room?" the girl's face was completely red, and she looked like she could jump on him and take him now; it really was disgusting. Why are the girls here so weird? Don't they have any dignity?

"Yeah," Haruhi smiled, "Are you headed there as well?"

The girl squealed a little, smiling so ridiculously that if Serena was here, she would probably shake her back and forth until she gained her senses as a normal human being.

"Of course, Haruhi-kun," she practically sang, but then she cleared her throat and looked a bit hurt, "Who is this girl...Haruhi-kun?"

I gulped, sensing the fan-girl-mode vibes from the girl coming on. If he didn't answer this sweetly or somehow made an excuse, I would be dead. I would be dragged across the road with my feet tied to a car, and the car would be driven off of a cliff while the other girls ninja-rolled out of the car before it fell off. I would be...dead.

"She's a new student here from London," Haruhi paused, smiling reassuringly to her and her group of other fan-girl fiends, "I'm showing her around the school and introducing her to the Host Club."

"Oh," they looked at me warningly, and I took a step back, waiting for the official pounce that would iniate my doom, "So she's just a new person that doesn't know anybody? That's so sweet of you, Haruhi, to make her feel welcome like that."

"Well, I must be on my way, Ladies," he smiled, "I'll be late if I don't leave now. I'll see you guys there."

"See you later, Haruhi-kun!" they squealed and waved bye and Haruhi and I walked off.

"They're scary..." I told him, "How do you handle them?"

"It really does take getting used to," he sighed, "They make me tired every day."

I laughed, imagining Serena's reaction from home, "I imagine. I thought I was going to die."

"You're very different from most girls here," he paused, "Are all girls in London like that?"

"Every person is different," I sighed, looking at him, "The people I hung out with in London wouldn't act like that around a guy they really liked, regardless if they were a Host or not."

He nodded, "I see."

"Yeah, I really miss it back in London," I frowned, remembering my dad leaving this morning.

"Why'd you move to Japan?" he seemed really curious.

"I'm originally from the United States," he seemed surprised when I mentioned this, "But my dad got stationed in London when I was six, so we moved there. Now he's stationed over here in Japan," as I talked he listened intently, not interrupting me at all, "My mom left when I was little, or I'd still be with her. Every time we move it seems like I get stuck staying with some other person that my dad somehow knows."

"Wow," he looked down sadly, "I'm sorry; that must be really hard to live like that."

"It's ok. I'm used to it, but I worry every day about my dad and if he's ok," I smiled, "Let's change the subject now. I'm getting sad."

He nodded, and we continued walking towards the club room. When we reached the door, I gulped and watched as his hand slowly turned the door handle. The rose petals that got thrown at us made me jump. I started to pick them out of my hair annoyingly. Why rose petals? It's just...ugh.

"Oh, Haruhi," Tamaki ran up to him, engulfing him a huge hug, "I've missed you today!"

"Tamaki-sempai..." Haruhi growled, "Let go of me."

When he let go of Haruhi reluctantly, complaining a little, he noticed that I was behind him. He didn't approach me like he did yesterday. Instead, he bowed.

"I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable yesterday," he paused, looking up at me sweetly with a charming look on his face, "Hime-sama." (Hime is princess in Japanese)

I sighed, rolling my eyes. This guy will never learn, will he? Women do like sweet men, yes, but oh my goodness. He takes it way too far.

"You're forgiven," I flat out said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

He smiled really big, standing back up straight, "Let me introduce to you to everyone."

I nodded, uncrossing my arms. He pointed to each person in the room, explaining them a little bit as he went on.

"Kyouya is the one with the computer over there; he's the cool type," he emphasized the word cool with finger-quotes; this made me smile.

"The one holding the bunny is Honey-sempai; he's the Lolita Type," he smiled, pointing over to a table where the so-called Honey-sempai and a tall, tan-skinned man sat eating cake, "He's a third-year here, and he loves cake."

"He's a third year?" my eyes grew wide, watching the small man eat cake.

The twins patted my back, "Indeed, he is."

I jumped, turning around and looking at the twins, holding my chest, "You scared me," I laughed, "Sorry."

"The twins are Hikaru and Kaoru," Tamaki shooed them off, "They cause trouble, and like to pull pranks. Watch out for them."

"We're the Little Devil Type," the put their arms around each other, pulling an act that seemed to make them appear gay; I couldn't help but blush slightly. What was this place?

"Haruhi-kun," Tamaki put his arm around Haruhi's shoulders, "is the Natural Type. He's very sincere, and he's easy to talk to. He's naturally good at what he does."

Haruhi shrugged his arm off and walked off with a plate of cake, which he sat down in front of Honey-sempai. Honey-sempai gave her a side-hug and thanked her what seemed like a million times before he quickly dug into his dessert. This made me smile.

"And I," I gasped as Tamaki was suddenly really close to my face with a rose; I took it, and he put his arm around me, gesturing to everybody in the room, "am the founder of this club. My name is Tamaki; I'm a second year. I'm known as the Prince Type."

"And he's obnoxious," Haruhi sighed, pulling me away from Tamaki, "Tamaki, you're making her feel uncomfortable again."

I gulped, looking around the room. This whole place really was overwhelming, but I think I liked it. They seemed like good people, regardless of their weirdness. Maybe I should stay?

"Sorry, Hime-sama," Tamaki put his hand to is forehead dramatically.

"Here," Haruhi pulled me over to a table, "You should be my customer today, just to get used to the place."

I smiled, nodding, "Ok."

What's a customer? I shook my head, confused. I guess I would find out sooner or later.

Before I knew it, people started piling in, paying the man called Kyouya money to sit with their favorite host. I guess that's what a customer was. People started sitting around Haruhi and me even. The girl from earlier came in, and she saw me. I swear she about crapped her pants when she did.

"Are you Haruhi's customer?" she asked me; I simply nodded in reply, mentally preparing myself for a running escape if I were to get threatened.

She didn't look very pleased, but she dealt with it. I was quietly wondering to myself if I'd pay for it later. I guess I'll have to wait and see.