(Disclaimer: I do not own anything on Ouran. All I own is the plot and the new characters, Kagura and Peter Partridge.)

Chapter 2

I leaped into the limo happily after school and wriggled around in the back seat. Ooh, that Haruhi was a magnificent person. He was so amazing. Also, he was a commoner and his mum had died when he was 6, so I could partly relate – although the father that took care of him was his real dad.

Also, he had given me his phone number!

I took out the new cell my dad got me and dialled in the number he had written on the paper for me. I was about to press call, but stopped. What would I say? 'Hey, I know it's only been about 5 minutes, but I miss you so much'? Yeah right! I sighed and stored the number into my phone and put it back into my pocket.

"Ugh, I wish I was in middle school again," I thought out randomly. "The colour was great, and the skirts weren't so damn long."

The limo stopped and I thanked the driver and walked into the house-like-mansion-place that I was living in for the time being. I ran to my bedroom, changed out of the ridiculous uniform and jumped onto my bed. Oh, how I loved this life. It was… it was… Oh, it was just… MARVELLOUS! I sighed and rested my head on the pillow. I just couldn't wait for the next day; I fell straight to sleep…

My dad didn't come home for the night, and was too beat to drop me off at school the next day (I tried waking him up to tell him what happened the day before), so I was dropped off alone. Haruhi had told me that he would be in the 3rd music room that day for the whole day, and he said that there was work he needed to do, and that I was free to be his customer. I told him I couldn't wait – which was so not a lie.

I walked to the 3rd music room with Haruhi after class, but was told to go somewhere else for an hour since the room wasn't ready yet and since the work wasn't even open.

I pouted and watched as he opened the door to enter, and light illuminated from the room and rose pedals flew about.

"We're not even open yet," Haruhi said dully to whoever was inside. "I'll be back in an hour." The light stopped shinning so brightly and the rose pedals stopped flying, freezing in their spots. "I'm going to take this girl around the school for a bit until we open."

There was silence.

Haruhi sighed and closed the door, the rose pedals and light flying back into the room.

"Who's in there?" I asked him.

"The other members," he said and we walked away together. I breathed helplessly as I followed him and almost died with delight when his hand brushed against mine – even if it was by complete accident!

"Haruhi-kun," I said when we found a seat under a tree. "What's your secret?"

He looked like his heart had stopped. "Huh?" he asked.

"Why are you so attractive?" I asked, and covered my mouth quickly, wanting to hit myself for saying something so stupid.

"I wouldn't say I'm attractive," he said, looking up at the clouds that floated by. I stared at him as we watched the sky and smiled.

"You're so modest," I said, looking at the ground shyly. "All the guys I used to go out with… they all thought they were just the most amazing things in the world… They only thought about themselves, and never thought about me when…" I stopped, not wanting to tell him that I was an orphan. He would hate me then!

He looked down at me as I leaned on my arms but didn't interrupt or ask questions.

"I never had what you would call a normal life," I sighed. "I was always shunned from society and even my parents." I looked up at his confused yet curious expression, though he still didn't interrupt. "I was a lonely kid all my life, but then my dad changed… he would change about once every two months, but this time… I don't want him to change. I want him to stay as my dad forever. I don't want him to go away."

He looked at me puzzled, and I smiled, making him smile back. "Wow, you're so easy to talk to," I said.

"A lot of people find that in me, I guess," he smiled. "I think it's about time to get back to the music room. The guys will surely do something to me if I'm late because – if I'm late."

He stood up and I followed him to the 3rd music room.

"So, what do you work as here?" I asked.

"As a host…"

"A host…?" I repeated. "Like, a movie host or something? That's cool, I guess…"

"No," he grimaced. "More like a host for females and maybe some gay males…"

I stopped dead in my tracks. "You're part of a host club?" I asked, shocked.

He stopped and turned to me, embarrassment all over his face. "Yeah," he said.

I looked at him in shock and horror, but most of all, in anger. "I thought you wouldn't be the kind of person to be in something as stupid as a host club," I growled, this time only leaving the traces of anger on my face. "I thought you weren't like other guys, but I was wrong: you're just the same as them all. You're just another disgusting pig." There were eyes all around now, faces were turned to us, and people were watching as if this was a puppet show.

When he didn't answer, I felt hot tears burn in the back of my eyes, and I ran off. Ugh, I should have known. Men were all the same… all of them… The only thing they cared for was money, drugs, sex and women but never the feelings of a woman and what she was feeling under her skin but more like what she felt like under her clothes… I let the tears flow as I ran off, feeling my golden hair and yellow dress getting wet with them. I don't exactly know where I was running off to, but anywhere was better than here right now.

"Animals," I sobbed as I ran. "All men… All of them… they're all animals."

I stopped when I could run no more and held onto the wall that stood in front of me. I breathed in and out heavily and looked up at the building in front of me. It was nothing special.

Once I caught my breath, I walked on. I wanted to get home, go to bed, cover my head with the pillow and cry all my emotions out. I just wished I could stop there and die.