Takara began heading towards the cafeteria. Sure, it was loud and bright, but it was better to eat lunch there than with those guys. What would a "host" club even make profit off of? Sounded like a waste of time to her. Takara looked behind her to make sure none of them were following behind…
"Oof!" Takara collided with someone and fell to the ground, for the second time that day. Her head began hurting again. She heard a small groan in front of her, and she sat up immediately.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" she asked worriedly.
"What are you talking about? I'm fine," the boy responded as he stood up and dusted himself off. He held his hand out to Takara, who accepted it, and pulled her up. "You should watch where you're going next time, got that?"
"Oh, sorry," she answered, suddenly becoming very interested in her shoes.
"You're lucky no one else saw that, or rumors would start spreading that I'm a big klutz."
"After one fall?" she asked, not looking up.
"No one in the Haninozuka family is supposed to fall." She heard him mutter. She looked up and got a good look at his face for the first time. The boy looked about her age, with brown hair, large brown eyes, and glasses. He looked back at her. "Sorry, I didn't tell you my name," he held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Yasuchika Haninozuka."
"Takara Koizumi, nice to meet you," she responded with a friendly smile, shaking his hand.
"Now now, that's not a proper way to introduce yourself to a lady!" Takara froze, it was that voice again. The Host Club had found her.
"For goodness sakes, I don't care how people introduce themselves!" she turned and yelled at Tamaki. Haruhi gave Takara a look of sympathy. "Can you guys just stop following me?"
Yasuchika looked just as irritated. "Mitsukuni! We had an agreement! Stay away from me at school!"
"Chika-chan, I didn't know you were in this hallway, I'm sorry. I was just going with the rest of the club to follow Takara-san."
Hikaru and Kaoru weren't helping the situation at all. "Takara and Chika, sittin' in a tree…!"
Takara's face turned bright pink, as did Yasuchika's. "Shut up," she mumbled, crossing her arms.
"That's it! I'm leaving!" he shouted as he stormed down the hall, going back the way he had come.
"What the heck is wrong with you people?" Takara muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Y'know, she has a point," said Haruhi. The rest of the host club looked at him.
"What do you mean, Haruhi?" asked Tamaki.
"Well, we've been following her around without permission. That can get pretty aggravating, not to mention rude and ungentlemanly."
The host club's faces turned white as realization hit them like a ton of bricks (not counting the emotionless Kyoya and stone-faced Mori).
Tamaki rushed over to Takara and gave her a bone-crushing hug. "I'm so sorry, Takara-san! I didn't mean to act so rudely! You must forgive me!"
"Senpai… can't breathe."
"Aah!" Tamaki's face turned white again and he quickly backed away. "I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, just keep your voice down! There's no doubt that the kids in the cafeteria heard your dramatic apology!"
"Jeez, boss," said one twin (Takara was going to have to make a chart to determine who was who).
"You need to chillax a bit," said the other.
"Okay then, now that we've got that settled, I'm going to go eat lunch now," Takara said as she started heading to the cafeteria.
"Come on, guys. Let's head ba…" Haruhi started before he was interrupted by Tamaki.
"Wait, Takara! Let us go with you!" he said, footsteps behind Takara indicating that he was running to catch up.
"You've embarrassed me enough today," she responded, not looking back. The footsteps stopped, and Takara kept walking towards the cafeteria in a huff.
It's a short chapter! (I'm sorry)