It seemed like a gift from heaven when the final bell rang throughout the school's corridors. Girls and boys fluttered around the school campus; talking, flirting, and in deep conversations. There were some who stayed around campus even after the bell rang. But there was an oddly large group of girls bunched together, all heading in the same direction. Maybe they were heading to an afterschool club of some sort.

Rather than embarrassing myself more, I journeyed back home for a long nap. The time difference was secretly taking a toll on my ability to stay awake. Practically sleep walking all the way home, I finally reached the small house. The rooms were deserted along with some of Rosy's things. A small pad of paper was left on the coffee table with scribbles of writing:

"I forgot to tell you that I have to go out of town today. I'll be back late, so don't wait up for me! How was your first day? Lots of homework to do? Did you make any new friends? Most likely. You're probably already miss popularity! Anyways, there are some leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry. Or… you might want to make something for yourself. But anyways, see you tomorrow! Get good sleep! ~Rosy"

I left the paper sitting on the coffee desk as I fell gracefully onto the couch. The couch seemed like the softest, most comfortable object of the face of the earth. It was simply a matter of seconds before I was dragged in by a dark pit of sleep.

I dreamt of the first day of school all over again. I once again experienced those stares and those awkward encounters with students and those two pair of eyes again. Why did they come back to haunt me even in my dreams. They weren't a huge significance, but seemed to follow me throughout the day. Maybe it was their unique beauty that grasped my attention. But I wasn't the type of girl to fall head over heels at first glance. Yes, they were attractive, but that's all they were to me currently. Nothing more, nothing less. But the scene kept appearing. Their tall figures passing by while listening to the teacher drone on about school work and—

My eyes shot open as my heart began to flutter. "Damn." I cussed as I flew out of my seat to search around for the bag of information. Where was my backpack? Where was my backpack? Where. Was. My. Backpack. I collapsed on the couch once again and let out a long, irritated growl.

I left my backpack at the school.

I rested my face in the palms of my hands. How could I be so stupid? I could barley remember where I had left my backpack. Most likely in my last class of the day. But I could barely remember how to get there. And nonetheless, my school map was, of course… in my backpack.

Grunting once again, I rose off the couch and glanced at the clock. It was almost 5pm. The school would most likely still be open but most definitely deserted. Young, rich students aren't ones to spend their free time at school. I walked out the front door and sighed as I began to venture back to Ouran High School.

I came to the front of the large baby pink school and couldn't help but notice the absence of lighting. Only the dim sunset lit the abandoned building. I began to walk up and down countless sets of stairs trying to look for some familiarity in the classrooms. Every twist and turn seemed to be the same as the other. But finally, the semi familiar classroom appeared. Peeking through the doorway, I saw my backpack sitting pleasantly on the floor. A sigh of relief flowed through my lungs as I grabbed the backpack. I grinned in triumph as I began my way down the hallway, but the smile soon fell into a frown.

…Where was I? Mission 1 was accomplished: Get the backpack. But mission 2 was unexpected: Get out of the school. Again, it seemed like a wild, interminable journey to get out of the trap I walked into. I at least decided on exploring the school while I looked for an exit.

There seemed to be countless identical classrooms that were used and unused. The school was so big that there were endless unused classrooms. None of them were of any interest. But then, I stumbled upon an intriguing sign: Music Room #3.

All I could see was the word music. Sheet music, high notes, low notes, beats and patterns, rests and trills; all of these things flooded my mind as the world music appeared on the sign. I hadn't touched a piano in a couple days. I guess you could say I was beginning to have withdrawals from the lack of music on my fingertips. I looked around to assure nobody was around me. The school seemed lifeless as it was. So sneaking into the music room wouldn't disturb anyone, right?

I opened the door to the music room. An overwhelming scent of rose petals filled my nostrils as I went into the room. Thankfully, the room was also deserted. The only living thing was roses placed in expensive looking glasses. The room seemed to be used earlier in the day, but the late hour it was noted the activities were done for the day. The room was filled with expensive vases, tea ware, couches, tables, and everything else that seemed to be flowering with riches. For a music room, there weren't many instruments. The only thing that produced music was a slick white piano tucked to the back of the room. The wooden beauty seemed to pull me in and taunt me with its ivory keys.

Once again checking my surroundings, nobody was present. I dropped my backpack aside and sat down on the plush leather seat. My hands simply drifted over the slick keys of the piano. I gently pressed against my old friend the middle C key; a beautiful, soft sound rung out of the instrument. A smile of crept up on my face. It felt wonderful to be able to bond with one thing in this school, even if it was an inanimate object. Being sure not to play to loudly, I began to play the song I had written. The flashback and memories of my old piano filled my memory. As I closed my eyes, I could see the large room with painting spread out on the ceiling. I could hear the echoing chords and exquisite sound call out from the piano. And I could see my teacher try to hide the smile of admiration, because she pretended not to be pleased with my playing. All brought a smile to my face. I ended the piece with that graceful chord once again, and opened my eyes to stare at my fingers hold their place on the keys.

"That was a beautiful song," a voice said, awfully close to me. I was frightened, therefore falling backwards out of my seat. I checked twice to assure nobody was around! How could somebody sneak up on me like that?

A hand reached out for mine to help me up. I gladly took it while trying to keep my heart at a normal pace. I looked into the eyes of the voice that helped me and immediately recognized the pair. Those brown eyes shielding by glasses stared into your soul. A slight smile was painted at his lips. I stumbled backwards just a bit.

"Um, thank you…" I stuttered, rubbing the back of my head nervously.

"You're the new girl, correct? The one in my Literature class?" He asked, pushing up his glasses slightly.

"Um, yes I think so. Everyone just looks so similar in their uniforms, I didn't recognize you…" I told him quickly slipping the little lie in there.

"Well, I could surely you stood out of place, not to be offensive." He taunted while giving you another smile.

"I prefer to be different." I replied with a smug smile. He nodded to me.

"I guess I can understand. I understand it's difficult. You're not incredibly wealthy like the rest of us…" He mumbled on. I stared at him with a slightly cold glare.

"No, it is not. I'm perfectly content with whom I am, and I don't think fortune should define who somebody is." I snickered. He chuckled lightly.

"Very well. Anyways, what was the piece you were playing?"

"I wrote it myself. It has no defined title yet." He seemed a bit taken back.

"A commoner as yourself wrote such a rich piece of music?"

"Alright, please stop defining me as a 'commoner'. And yes, I did write it. I've actually written many pieces as 'rich' as that one." I told him proudly.

"Can I hear another?" He asked. I blinked, not expecting him to want to hear the music of a 'commoner'.

"Well, I guess so." I told him. Sitting down at the piano, I let my hands linger on the keys while contemplating which piece of mine to play for him. He leaned against the piano coolly while waiting for a sound to erupt. I played another piece and fell into my so called 'music coma'. I closed my eyes and let my fingers do the work. At first I was just a bit shaky from the unfamiliar audience, but eventually I let the gracefully melody engulf me. I forgot everyone and everything as I played the piano music. I could honestly play the music in my sleep, therefore explaining my musical coma state.

I reopened my eyes when I realized that I had finished the song. The boy stared at me with that same smile on his lips. This time, it was a little happier and more satisfied.

"That was lovely." He said. I smiled at him as a thank you, and rose from the seat. "Now, excuse me for giving you the label, but as a commoner you must be in need of some extra money, correct?"

I tried to give him a friendlier look, but it resulted in only puzzlement and anger. "Yes, I might be a commoner, but I have plenty of money to survive happily, thank you." I replied, avoiding those eyes of his.

"So then you wouldn't settle for 8000 yen (100 dollars) a day for being our pianist at the Ouran High School Host Club?" He taunted, pushing his glasses up again with a smug smile on his lips. I was flabbergasted; 8000 yen a day. That was more than I could make in a week back at home.

"8000 yen… Per day? For how many hours?" I asked trying not to seem extremely interested.

"Well, our club runs everyday after school for about 3 hours. We usually have private meetings afterwards, which you are required to stay for since you would be an official member of the club. All you would need to do is play live music for us and our guests." He was tempted me with all this talk of luxury and easy going ways. Not to mention, 8000 yen per day. I could make so much money but the end of the school year…

"Alright, fine, I'll be part of your club." I agreed, trying to hold back the smile creeping up on my face. But it was clearly visible.

"Fantastic. Meet here after school tomorrow." He said with a smile. As he began to leave the room, a question popped into my head.

"Wait!" I called to him, grabbing my bag and catching up with him. I began to walk with him out of the building as a nonchalant way of finding an exit. "I didn't catch what your name was?"

"My name is Ootori Kyoya. For now, just call me Kyoya." He said with a charming smile.

"My name is Summers August. You can just call me August." I replied with a childish tone. He chuckled.

"What a cliché name. It's great," I blushed at his remark. I think it was a compliment. As we reached the doorways which signaled our departing, I had one final question.

"So Kyoya, I just have one final question before tomorrow comes." I told him. He looked at me with those brown eyes which now did not alert me so much. "What exactly does the 'Ouran High School Host Club' do?"

He gave me a mischievous smile and shook his head. "You'll find out soon enough."