"Hi Caitlyn."

"Sup Haruhi?" asked Caitlyn in English.

"Sup?" she asked. Caitlyn smirked and shook her head, then covered her mouth when a yawn overtook her.

"Why weren't you early?" asked Caitlyn, suspicious. Haruhi sighed.

"I didn't sleep very well, and so I slept a little late," she said tiredly. She yawned, punctuating her words. I was worrying about Senpai asking me out! Caitlyn tilted her head and looked at her as Haruhi bit her lip and looked worried.

"What is it?" she asked, covering her mouth with a fist when a yawn surfaced again. Haruhi looked up at the girl. She hadn't thought about it, but she was the same height as the twins. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. That wasn't what she should be thinking about now… "Alright, it's okay if you don't want to tell me. But if you need me, just let me know."

Haruhi looked at her, slightly confused, until she realized that she had mistaken her head shake for a no. She pursed her lips, wondering if she could trust Caitlyn. After all, she must have dated before. As she opened her mouth to say something, Caitlyn yawned again. Haruhi looked at her.

"Why are you tired?"

"I'm an insomniac. I don't want to take medicine because it could be addictive. It occasionally interferes with my school work, but a bit of coffee in the morning tides me over. I hate coffee, but it was that or medication. I figured it was the lesser of two evils," she said, yawning again. "But we ran out, and so I didn't have any this morning."

She also used cream to get rid of the bags under her eyes, but they were still slightly visible. It was one of the reasons she wore the sunglasses…one of the reasons.

"Well…we have coffee at the Host Club. Can you make it?"

"I guess…" she said, as another yawn assailed her.

Throughout the day, Haruhi tried to get Caitlyn alone to tell her about her date. She had no idea what to do, or wear, or how to act. She kept telling herself to stop worrying, it was only Senpai, but it kept nagging at the back of her mind. She sighed when it came time for the club, as she knew that it wasn't going to be possible to get a quiet moment in there. She sighed inwardly as she sat down with a customer.

"Looks like I'll have to call her or something," she said to herself. The girl who had designated her tilted her head in confusion.

"Who?" she asked. Haruhi looked at her.

"Oh, no one."

Caitlyn, as usual, was reading in a chair near Kyouya's corner…this time with a strong cup of coffee. They hadn't spoken at all, and it was a tense silence. Both were engrossed in words, although one happened to be researching the other. Kyouya, getting impatient with waiting for the files, had resorted to google-ing Caitlyn, to see what he found. All he got was repeated English articles on her amazing abilities as a student. He adjusted his glasses in annoyance, clicked on next again, and scrolled down.

"Honor roll… science fair… what's that?" He spotted a news article, but he couldn't read it. It was in English, and he needed some sort of subscription to the newspaper to read the whole thing. It said something about a car-crash, and it mentioned the name Kumar, but she couldn't make too much of the three sentences it showed him out. Kumar was a common last name, and it didn't help him much at all. He let out a sigh that was more of a growl in annoyance, and shut the laptop with a click.

"Why is this girl such an ambiguity?" he said to himself, annoyed.

"Who?" Kyouya twitched, startled a bit, and looked up to see Caitlyn's amused face.

How did she hear that? he thought, annoyed a bit that she had startled him. This girl seemed to be annoying him a lot lately.

"Oh, no one," he said calmly. She shrugged and turned back to her book. "Absolutely no one." She looked at him from the corner of her eyes again, her eyebrows slightly creased.

"Weirdo," she said in English. He looked at her, not sure if he wanted to know what she'd just called him.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go and sell the last of these calendars." He whipped out a stack with the twins in their familiar pose in beach attire on the front. She watched as he went from table to table, using his charms to get girls to buy them all. Caitlyn got bored after the fifth sell.

"Amateurs," she said, smirking. "Those girls are no naïve and gullible. And shallow…" She paused and shrugged. "What did I expect from a bunch of rich bastards?" She laughed to herself, then suppressed a yawn. The coffee wasn't helping much.

"She's just like her," said Kaoru, startling her. She sighed. Obviously, she wasn't going to get any peace.

"Except more judgmental," agreed Hikaru. Caitlyn turned around with a scowl.

"Who're you calling judgmental?" she asked, knowing full well who they meant.

"Oh, no one," they said, smiling. She glared at them, annoyed that they were bothering her, and especially irritated that they were bothering her for something so trivial. She decided to play along.

"What do you want from my life?!" she snarled, making the twins tremble.

"Plenty of things," they said, grinning, despite the lightning sparking from her eyes. They put their arms around her. Exhausted and cranky, she decided she didn't want to deal with them. She pushed them both away…hard. They fell onto the floor in shock. She then sat down calmly, ignoring the stares of everyone else.

"Ikimasho!" The twins ran for it and hid behind Tamaki, who was still trying not to laugh. He'd often wanted to do the same to them after all.

"Milord, Milord, she's the spawn of the devil!" they cried, hiding behind him and peering over his shoulder.

"That was a little harsh, don't you think?" Caitlyn looked up into Kyouya's amused face.

"And threatening people with your force of private police isn't harsh?"

"Touché… but, in my defense, I've never really physically harmed them before. You're pretty much the only person…and I think I ought to thank you for it," He gave her a dazzling smile that made some girls watching swoon, but she rolled her eyes in response.

"There's a first time for everything. And they never respect my personal space."

"I got the impression that you have a problem with that," he said sarcastically, testing the boundaries of her temper. She looked up, her dark eyes hard and glinting, reminding him of onyx.

"Yes, I do. Think of it as a severe pet-peeve."

"I'll remember that," he said, opening his laptop. She smirked.

"Adding it to your stalker file?" she teased, opening her book and placing her attention in what she believed to be a more interesting set of words.

"Actually, yes," he said truthfully as he put it into his file. He had a file on virtually everyone. Until the files from her old school came in, he had to get his information manually. Caitlyn took it for sarcasm though, and chuckled.

"I might have to have you arrested," she said, yawning again. She sighed in annoyance and looked at the cup of coffee she was drinking. After thinking for a second or two, she drank the rest of it in three gulps, making a face at the taste. She wiped her mouth with a look of disgust.

"I thought I was the one with the private police."

"I have a few secret weapons of my own," she responded haughtily, turning the page. She was obviously not totally aware of the words coming out of her mouth.

"Like what, your attitude?" he asked, the amusement apparent in his voice. This girl was irritating him, and despite what his father wanted he was almost enjoying bickering with her.

"My attitude? What about you, Mr. High-and-Mighty-I-Own-the-World-Bow-Down-and-I-Might-Spare-Your-Life?" she snapped, looking up from her book. He adjusted his glasses and looked at her.

"Is that what you think of me?" he asked, his voice more serious. This might be harder than I thought.

"As a matter of fact, yes. I think you're a pompous jerk. But as they say, the higher the pedestal, the harder the fall." She adjusted her sunglasses and gave him a cat-like smirk.

"I don't plan on falling," he said, slightly and unpleasantly surprised.

"They never do." She gave him a look that he couldn't quite discern, stood up, and walked away to get more coffee. He watched her, his annoyance growing.

This is going to be much harder than I thought. She makes me want an aspirin faster than anything else…except maybe Tamaki. Well, it's a task set by my father. What did I expect?

Haruhi watched their exchange from afar. It was obvious that Caitlyn was keeping Kyouya busy. She had a ferocious temper, that was for sure. She felt a slight weight lift from her shoulders. It was beginning to look like Kyouya had a new puzzle to solve… meaning she didn't have to worry about him for while. She let out a sigh of relief, and turned back to her questioning designator with a genuine smile; the one that made her the natural type.