I was dumbfounded at the sight before me. The twins had brought me to a decked out room, there were tables, couches, and tons of pink, it seemed like it was the only color allowed at this whacked school, other than blue and yellow. One of the many tables was decorated with a baby blue tablecloth with a sports printed trim. On it were two sets of dinnerware, both looking like extremely delicate, fine china. At the table, Mr. Fujioka sat with an irritated expression on his face while the twins pretty much forced/pushed me into the chair across from him.

"Umm... What the heck is going on here?" I asked, both confusion and irritation showing in my tone.

The idiot blonde who made the soccer team happily announced, "Welcome to the Party for Commoners!" He began exclaiming some spin-off fairy tale of Cinderella, and relate it to both mine and Mr. Fujioka's life. I shut him out and turned my attention towards Fujioka, who began talking.

"Sorry about this." Fujioka said, he actually sounded sincere so I continued listening to what he had to say. "Tamaki-Senpi thinks that since neither of us come from a rich, or well-known family that we should become friends and in his terms, 'allies'." He had an irritation in his voice that was nearly identical to mine. "If it's any consolation, I would rather be somewhere else as well." There it was again! His behavior was off, I couldn't place it though, nor narrow it down. I was about to ask about it when Mr. Haninozuka came over with a cart filled with sweets.

"Haru-Chan, Rose-Chan, do wanna eat these sweets with me?" I was about to yell at him for giving me a nickname but declined to. Instead, I 'kindly' asked him to simple address me by my last name. His face quickly morphed into a childish pout with tears forming in his eyes.

Upset at the small boy, I told him with a unique harshness in my voice, "Get a grip, I simply dislike my girly name. It's annoying, pathetic and a pain. You're an idiot if you cry over something like that."

The boy had stopped tearing up and had a smile on his face, "Okay Tsu-Chan!" I gave him a small smile and turned my attention back to Fujioka, who had said yes to the previous question.

What I implied before wasn't exactly true, I just wanted to leave as few hints that I was a girl that I could. My name was girly and feminine, a combination that, I'm sure would eventually lead someone to believe I was a girl. So it wasn't the nickname itself that I disliked, but the implications it made. I tried to change the topic to something other than my name, "So, why is a music room filled with couches, tables, and flowers?"

"This is the Host Club's club room." Fujioka stated bluntly, and without emotion. I stood up abruptly and walked walked to the twins who were holding my school bag. As I reached for my bag though they moved it just out of my reach, as if trying to taunt me.

"Sorry," The one one the left said, as nonchalantly as the one on the right said, "you have to stay for the party." The lifted the bag pretty above there heads and began tossing it to each other. They had apparently forgotten that I was nearly their height, and an athlete, with which helped me grab my bag on my first attempt. "Awww.." They both said, synchronizing with each others 'disappointment'. "You're no fun!" The one on the right said, "Yeah, you don't get mad at anything we do!" The left one said, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his annoyed tone.

"So? I'm leaving, I need to finish up some school work." I said blatantly.

"You finished it all in Algebra II didn't you?" Mr. Ootori asked, glancing up from a laptop he had been clicking away at for some time now. He was right, but how? I needed to avoid him at all costs, it seemed like he would be the most likely person to find out my secret. He would have to look deep into the school records though, I had registered Ouran High as a dude, to prevent the coach of the soccer team from having to through me out of the team. I gave my self a small inner smirk that lasted less than a millisecond.

"You would know that, how?" I asked, impatience ringing in my voice, letting everyone know he was right.

Before he could answer though, the idiot, known as Suoh, stated, "but you said you weren't a second year! Only second years take Algebra II!"

"Yeah, I'm a first year that takes Algebra II, got a problem with that?" I was getting irritated, and I'm sure I sent a glare towards the blonde without meaning to. I began walking towards the door when I was stopped by a pulling on my leg.

I looked down to see Mr. Haninozuka, hugging my leg. "But Tsu-Chan, you said that you'd have cake with us!"

After sighing I gave in, "Fine, I'll stay. However, for you information, Fujioka was the one who said that he'd have sweets with you not me." I was grabbed by the wrist and dragged to the table by Haninozuka, who was surprisingly strong for his appearance. This time I sat down of my own will and looked at the clock, there were only about ten minutes left. Having nothing better to talk about, I decided to ask Fujioka about him being jumped. "So... Fujioka, you said you got jumped? How did that happen?"

All of a sudden all the boys in the room, other than Fujioka, went pale and looked at me with a 'WHAT!' face. I began getting fidgety and uncomfortable with their reaction. "Oh, that? Well, they said that they wanted money." I gave him a questioning look that encouraged him to continue. "I think that it was thanks to the school uniform." I nodded, it seemed to have made sense till I remembered that he was still being followed after I had beaten up the three other guys. "Anyway, I fine now so no need to worry." He said, seeming to have just noticed the faces of the other members of the club.

"Haurhi! You got jumped my dear?! Why didn't you tell me!? I thought you said you liked the host club!" Tamaki said, running up to Haruhi and talking to him like a possessive father. "From now on you aren't allowed to walk home alone any more!"

With an exasperated sigh, he addressed the idiot, "Senpi, I'm taking the bus now, so there really is no need to worry."

Looking as though he was struck by a bullet, he spoke in utter horror and shock. "THE BUS!" Almost as though lightning had struck him, he began to list the many things that could go wrong, as well as many imaginative events. He then grabbed the small framed boy, and said with a serious tone, "Haruhi, you cannot go home by yourself anymore, it's too dangerous. You could get hurt."

Spooked by the weird conversation, I began to slowly slip away and move towards the door. Backing away from the table I was sitting at. I was nearly at the door when I backed into Ootori. Oh crud. I thought to myself.

"What if Mr. Tsuratsi were to walk Haruhi home, it would be convenient to both of them." The skinny black haired boy said. "Tsuratsi here is an athlete, does martial arts, and takes the same bus as Haruhi, correct?" He paused before continuing, "It will also be convenient at the fact the Haruhi would be able to stay after school without inconvenient distractions from home or the club, seeing that we'll all have gone home or be attending extra curricular activities."

His plan made sense and was doable however, it was extremely inconvenient to me. "I can't." I stated bluntly.

The darned four-eyes looked at me with a threat in his eyes, "Oh really?"

"Yes, now, if you excuse me, I would like to leave before this gets any weirder." Before he could say anything, I maneuvered around him, and under the arm that he had outstretched to stop me. "Bye." I said before slipping out of the door and running through the hallway.