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"Abigail?" A voice called out from the other side of the curtain. The voice was followed by a beautiful blond girl with bluish-grey eyes. According to a picture on a nearby poster, the girl was none other than Lola d'Acosta.

And Lola looked pissed.

Chapter 3:

The breathtakingly beautiful blond had her arms crossed against her chest and one foot impatiently tapping against the marble floors. She looked pointedly at her red headed assistant with obvious irritation.

"A-bi-ga-il!" She enunciated each syllable with exasperation. "Helloooo. What's going on? I'm trying to concentrate here!" The diva's voice cut through the silence like a knife. Then she saw the host club members and her demeanor took a 180 degree turn. She flashed them a seductive smile and began to saunter over to where the group stood. Her curvy hips sashayed with each step, leaving every male in the room transfixed on the subtle movement. It was a walk designed to turn men's heads and it was currently working. She had each male host's eyes on her. And she was surely a sight to behold. They had never seen anything like her.

Lola d'Acosta was a little thing, standing at 5'2"-5'3" tops. She seemed to be their age, as well. She was relatively thin—though she could hardly be considered a size 0 (she was actually proud of her size 4)— with curves in all the right places. Her height made the subtle curves of her hips and her chest appear more prominent. A pair of faded blue jeans hugged those delectable hips and gripped the sides of her toned legs until they sprawled out at the hems at her ankles. Her feet were bare. She appeared to have just finished donning an ultra light pink robe with white lace. As she drew closer, the hosts could make out her features more distinctly. She had unnaturally blond curls that cascaded down her back, stopping right above the small of her back. Beneath her hair, the skin on her face, neck, chest, and hands could only be described as sun-kissed. The blue-ish/gray eyes that were busy surveying the intruders had flecks of dark blue with a rim of dark gray around the iris. Her teeth were pearly white and her luscious lips were the color of a pink rose.

Lola came to a stop in front of them. "My, my, what handsome, young men. Tell me, Abigail, darling. What are these handsome, young men doing here? I thought I had made myself perfectly clear when I said no visitors."

"Sorry, Lola. They were just leaving." Abigail turned to stare pointedly at Kyoya and the others. "Isn't that right?"

"Actually, we have something we would like to discuss with Ms. d'Acosta." Kyoya said, adjusting his glasses.

"Please, call me Lola." The diminutive blond smiled coyly at him.

"Well, Lola, it is imperative that—" He began, but she cut him off.

"Now, now. Don't be rude. I introduced myself, now it's your turn. That's only fair." She chastised.

Kyoya could tell that this girl was going to get on his nerves and fast. "My apologies. My name is Kyoya Ootori. I am a third year student here at Ouran."

"See. Was that so hard?" She asked. Then she turned towards the rest of the hosts with an eyebrow raised. She was staring down Tamaki, hard. "And you are?"

"This is Tama—" Kyoya began before he was cut off again.

"No. I asked him. Are you simply lacking in manners or do you speak for everyone?"

Kyoya grit his teeth. Tamaki glanced at him, not wanting to upset the Shadow King by breaking his promise not to speak. Kyoya gave a short nod, allowing Tamaki to fulfill the bratty pop star's request.

His tall, blond counterpart opened his mouth to introduce himself. "My name is Tamaki Suoh. I am also a third year student at Ouran. My father is the Chairman." He gave a slight bow. Lola held out her hand and Tamaki kissed it. Kyoya could feel Haruhi bristle behind him.

Lola turned to the rest of them and one by one they introduced themselves. The twins gave their names and Lola laughed.

"I am never going to those straight." She turned to Honey. "And you are, honey?"

"Yup." Honey said, misunderstanding the American idiom. Haruhi dipped down to whisper something in Honey's ear. His eyes went wide.

"Oh, okay. My name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka and I'm a first year at University. I like cake and my bunny, Usa-Chan." He corrected.

"That is utterly adorable. Now, does University mean the same thing here as it does in the states, because I have a hard time believing that you are in college."

"I am." He said. "I can't help it that I'm little."

Lola laughed and turned to Haruhi, who introduced herself. She sounded bored. Kyoya could tell that Lola was getting on her nerves, too.

At last, it came time for Lola to turn her attentions to Mori. She looked him up and down, subtly licking her lips like Mori was a piece of meat. "What's your name, cutie?"

Mori's eyes widened slightly and a faint blush spread over his cheeks. The rest of the hosts were shocked. They had never seen Mori blush before. He remained silent, staring off into the distance. The smile dropped from Lola's face and her look of exasperation came back.

"Hello. What are you, deaf? I asked you a question."

Mori turn to look her in the eye and then it was her turn to blush. No one spoke to Mori like that and he wasn't happy that she had taken that liberty. His irritation radiated off of him in waves, causing the beautiful blond to cringe. However, he conceded to her request.

"Takashi Morinozuka." No stats, no personalization. His name was all she was getting. She seemed to understand that she had angered the gentle giant and backed off. Instead, she redirected her attention to Kyoya and asked him his reason for the interruption. He went on to tell her about the club, their room, and the cause for the commotion and requested an opportunity to discuss possible solutions to the situation. The entire time Kyoya was speaking, he noticed how Lola would sneak glances at Mori who was still staring her down. Each time she looked at him, she blushed profusely. Kyoya took a mental note to keep an eye out for any developments between the two. He thought he saw an attraction between them, if only on the diva's side. Still, Mori blushing was odd.

Kyoya had nearly finished his speech when he was interrupted for a third time. However, it was not Lola who had cut him off. A man in a suit with slicked back hair emerged from the curtain calling Lola's name.

"Lola, doll. We really don't have time for dilly-dallying. We have an entire day's worth of work to do in just two hours. The photographer has a flight to catch." He said, walking up to her and encircling one arm around her thin waist. Lola gave him a sheepish smile.

Everything about this man screamed 'creep'. He had a neat, well-groomed appearance. His suit was charcoal gray with a white shirt and red tie. His shoes were black and made out of fine, Italian leather. His hair was brown and was slicked back with gel. It had began graying around the edges of his ears, indicating a man well into his 40's. This disturbed the hosts, considering where his hands were on the girl who couldn't be older than 17. His teeth were unnaturally white and his skin was unnaturally tan, but those features didn't cause chills to run down the hosts' spines. No, but his eyes did. They may have been handsome once, but now they were surrounded by wrinkles, giving them a seedy and calculating feel. Lola introduced him as her manager, David Kroner. He flashed them an unnerving grin.

"You're more than welcome to join the party, but if not, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. My little Lola has work to do." With that, he released her and walked back to the curtain. He gave one more "Hurry up, Lola" before disappearing behind the partition.

Lola turned to face the rest of the hosts and gave them a weak smile. I do really need to get back to work. You're more than welcome to watch and continue discussing your concerns with Abigail and myself." She said. Abigail looked like she'd rather die.

"That would be nice, thank you." Kyoya said.

With that settled, Lola turned around and disappeared through the curtain. Abigail and the hosts made a move to follow her. Kyoya didn't understand why Abigail's face was downcast and her cheeks were becoming more and more red, until they were nearly the color of her hair. He discovered why once they had made their way through the curtain, themselves. Then Kyoya and the rest of the hosts were blushing just as hard. Lola's silk robe lay in a pile near their feet and the girl in question was standing in the middle of the makeshift room, topless. A hair stylist was adjusting her long blond hair so that it would cover her chest, but the scene still crossed the boundaries of the hosts' sense of propriety. A balding man in a black turtleneck and black pants was snapping picture after picture and rambling encouraging phrases and positions to the half-naked pop star.

Kyoya turned to Abigail, who had ceased her blushing and seemed to be enjoying Kyoya's discomfort. "I believe that we will reschedule this discussion."

"Yeah." Her one word response was enough and the hosts took it as their opportunity to hightail it out of there. They didn't slow down until they were back in their new club room, safe from any naked ladies.

The moment had passed and the heat was gone from most of their faces, except for a certain silent kendo practitioner, who couldn't stop thinking about a certain American pop star.

A/N: Thank you for reading. They are steadily getting longer as a move into the story. I hope you are enjoying how everything's going so far. Please let me know what you think.

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