A/N: Thank you to Wait Up and BrokenAngels BeautifulDemons for reviewing, it makes me very happy.

To answer your question, BrokenAngels BeautifulDemons: Yes, it will be a romance, but it will be a very confusing and kind of sad one. I won't give away too much, though ;)

As I reread my chapter after it was published, I noticed a few typos and wanted to edit them out, but I couldn't figure out how. D: Last time I wrote a story, you had the option to edit chapters after they were published, but I guess that has changed. So if anyone wants to be my beta reader, please PM me! A sample of your writing would be greatly appreciated.

Also, if anyone would like to design my cover art, that would be greatly appreciated. PM me for a description of Allyn if you need one.

Allyn stared up at her dull ceiling wishing she could just stop time.

Kyouya Ootori.

She'd seen him around school before, of course, but she had absolutely no idea what kind of person he was. Allyn knew he was the manager of that "Host Club" thing, but that club was based solely on acting flirtatious and chivalrous. So, the knowledge she'd gained about him up to this point was practically must have good grades, but since he's also one of the richest people in the school, he could be paying someone to do the work for him.

Is he a good teacher?

Allyn didn't think she could bare sitting through another tedious minute of teachers trying to force knowledge into her. They always started off strong and confident, but once they realized how truly moronic she was at such a simple subject, they all but gave up. Allyn was tired of the frustrated sighs and dirty looks she got when she still answered questions wrong. Truthfully, the only reason she'd been accepted to Ouran in the first place, was because she was tutored for days on end by her mother.

All the other subjects were easy, so Allyn's mother, Sam, focused mainly on the type of math that would be needed on the entrance exam. Sam was the only one Allyn had ever met who was able to get her to understand the jumble of numbers thrown her way. She couldn't explain it, but Sam had such a genuine feel about her, that it made Allyn want to try harder just so she wouldn't be disappointed. All the practice they'd done payed off when the time came to take the exam, and it even helped her for her first semester of math. When the time came for Allyn to start learning something new is when things started to go downhill. None of these foreign teachers really knew Allyn the way Sam did, so they treated her just like any other student. And when that didn't work, they decided to ignore her looks of confusion and desperate pleas for help and hope for the best. It was like they didn't even care if she passed or failed, all that mattered to them was the bragging rights they got when they said that they taught at Ouran.

Why is math such a difficult subject?

With a heavy sigh, Allyn launched herself out of bed and made her way to the kitchen for a snack. The rhythmic steps of her bare feet echoed off of the empty halls in her apartment, reminding her just how alone she truly was in this country. While her mother and father sat comfortably at home in America, Allyn was isolated in this matchbox apartment, trying to get by with no friends and no social life.

Maybe I'd have some friends if I wasn't so ugly, she thought bitterly to herself as she opened the small refrigerator. It was filled with mostly American food, but after a year of living there, Allyn had adapted to some of Japan's tastes. Packs of sushi mingled with hot dogs and hamburgers left over from late night fast food trips. I should really stop eating that crap. What would Mom and Dad think? She wasn't always the healthiest person, but Allyn tried to limit herself to one fast food trip a month. Her parents were such health nuts, it felt pretty good to rebel and eat some fast food once in a while, but just looking at that crap made Allyn want to go run a few miles.

She finally settled on a few carrot sticks for dinner, remembering the tutoring session she had to face the next day. At least I won't look like so much of a whale when he sees me. She decided it'd be best to skip lunch as well, maybe run a few miles at the gym in the morning. She avoided looking at her parent's picture as she slunk back to her room, but Ally couldn't miss the large hallway mirror. The person staring back at her had such disappointment in her dark brown eyes. Running and starving myself isn't going to do anything about the hideously dark skin all over my body, The reflection seemed to say. Or the fact that my hair can expand to the size of a globe if I didn't braid it up every morning. Or the fact that math makes about as much sense to me as German poetry.

Allyn stood in front of that mirror for what seemed like hours, wishing she could see someone else. Someone perfect enough to go to Ouran Academy and talk to Kyouya Ootori. She went to bed that night, praying to wake up with a different body. A body with golden skin and a tiny figure. A body with size zero jeans and A cup breasts. A body with a big brain and a kind heart. Without realizing it, Allyn went to bed wishing she could spend at least one day being Haruhi Fujioka.

Kyouya sat silently in the corner of Music Room 3, typing away on his laptop. The other hosts were scattered about, entertaining the girls with some martial arts moves to go along with today's theme.

I'm glad Hunny and Mori are already experts in the stuff, He thought gratefully. Paying for lessons would have taken a huge chunk out of our club's savings.

The room was draped in a mish mash of contemporary swatches of fabric similar to the kind you would have seen back when Martial Arts were needed for survival. The ladies practically fell out of their dresses when they walked in and found out what today's theme was. Kyouya smirked at the thoughts that must have been running through their little heads. Seven gorgeous men dressed in loose fitting kimonos, wielding dangerous weapons at each other. It was like taking candy from a baby. A very rich baby.

Their meeting for that afternoon was practically over, only the most devoted of girls still lingered, hoping to become part of the host's "inner circle". Normally Kyouya would have been happy to go straight home, crunch a few numbers, and relax for the evening, but today was a little different. He had been assigned to tutor a girl named Allyn Brookestone. When he first saw the name, he wasn't quite sure if she was even a student at Ouran. How could she be, when he had never heard of her? Further research indicated that she was an exchange student from America; she's been attending Ouran for nearly two years and was in the same grade as Tamaki and himself.

Then why am I tutoring her in lower level math?

Kyouya couldn't find out exactly what made her special enough to travel all the way from New York to Japan to attend Ouran, but it had to be something spectacular.

"Kyouya," Tamaki strode confidently over to where Kyouya had set up for tutoring, plopping down next to his best friend. "Remind me again why we're staying later than usual?"

"You wanted to meet the foreign exchange student, remember?"

In truth, Kyouya had planted the idea in Tamaki's head so he wouldn't have to spend too much time alone with this girl. Once the other hosts got word, they insisted they all stay and greet this mathematically challenged American.

"I wonder what kind of cake she likes," Hunny mused thoughtfully. "Haruhi, just go get the whole platter, so she'll have lots of choices."

The twins gathered around the table piled high with math review sheets and formulas.

"I thought you said-" began Hikaru.

"That she was a second year?" finished Kaoru.

Haruhi wandered over, hand in hand with Takashi. "Yeah, we learned this last week. How did she get into Ouran if she can't pass lower level math?"

"From what I've researched, she's exceptional at all of her other subjects, but math seems to be one she can never get right," muttered Kyouya. He was distracted enough trying to come up with some sort of system that would help this pitiful girl, but they were making a lot worse by bombarding him with questions. "Could you all just wait over by the couches while I'm tutoring? Maybe after we're done she can stay for some cake or something."

"Yay!" Tamaki squealed happily. "We get to meet another scholarship student, like Haruhi. I wonder if she's a commoner as well?" He swept Haruhi into his arms and swung her around the spacious room. "Maybe you two can talk about commoner things, like coupons and instant coffee! Maybe she'll break something and be forced to join the host club! Quick, Hikaru, Kaoru!"

"Yes, boss?"

"Set up the most expensive vases we have in front of the door. If we want her to be in our eternal debt, she's going to have to break something of extreme value."

"Yes, sir!"

While the hosts went about their normal antics, Kyouya sat in silent turmoil. Would he really be able to teach this girl? It was his first tutoring position after all. He had only volunteered for it, so he could have another thing to add to any future resumes. If she really was terrible at math, how would he be any different from the countless teachers she'd studied with?

Not to mention my "icy" demeanor, he sighed, running a hand through his silky black hair.

Kyouya tried to act oblivious, but it still stung when girls called him cruel or heartless. How was he supposed to show emotion with so many cold, two-faced people in the world? How was he supposed to know who was trustworthy and who wasn't? If there was anything the Ootoris knew, it was not to trust anyone but yourself. If you slip up and build a relationship with the wrong people that was a lot of time and hard work you could never get back.

Oh well, he sighed. I'll just put on my "host charm". She'd have to be a lesbian not to swoon over that.

A light rapping at the door silenced the room. Thankfully, Haruhi had managed to convince the others not to position any pottery near the entrance. Kyouya was busy nervously straightening the already pristine work space when the colossal double doors creaked slowly open, and a frightened looking girl stuck her head in.

"I'm, uh, looking for Kyoya Ootari?"

A/N: I know it's kind of short, but that's all I can manage right now. Don't forget about the cover design "contest" thing please! It's really hard to find illustrations of the kind of person I'm imagining.

For the record: This story IS NOT based on my life or any of my personal experiences. I just realized how many similarities there are between myself and the main character, but that was purely coincidental.