It was only a few days after the pool incident and just a little over a week since my ex did his now-viral interview. Camille has called me more than a dozen times to check in and let me know that record sales have gone up nearly 80%.

"Your fans are looking for clues that lead to your break up." She explained one afternoon as I was leaving Ouran. I'd fallen into a good rhythm with the Host Club, occasionally having my own guests to entertain, but mostly helping serve tea and accompany Haruhi when she was forced to go shopping. It was nice to have something to do and always entertaining to see the boys in their club-mode.

"There aren't any clues?" I sighed into my cell phone. "He was just an asshole."

"Lori! Such language for a young lady!" Tamaki scolded.

"Is that the childhood friend?" Camille asked. "Tell him I like him."

"Oh, hush. I can speak how I want as long as there aren't any reporters around!"

"Speaking of reporters. I've been fielding interview requests, but I worry they're going to find out where you are sooner than later." Tamaki opened the front door of the school for me and as I looked up to thank him I was suddenly blinded by bright flashes. I was stunned for a moment before my brain was able to wrap around what was happening.

"Lori! Lori over here!" One paparazzi screamed.

"Nice smile over here gorgeous!" Another yelled.

"Who's the new man, heartbreaker!?" One asked.

Tamaki immediately slammed the door shut, blocking me with his long torso to limit the number of photos they could take.

"Fucking vultures." I swore under my breath.

"Language young lady!" Camille said on the other end of the phone. "So they've found you? Do you want me to set up an interview with anyone in particular? If you go with Tokyo11, they'll respect your privacy and won't ask any dating questions. They'll paint you in a good life for wanting to go back and get a solid education."

I was only vaguely aware of her rambling on as I stared wide-eyed and panicked at Tamaki. Did they get any photos of him? Oh, god. What will his father say? What if his horrible grandmother sees them? He's never asked for any of the insanity that comes along with fame.

"Sure." I finally managed to get out. "Set it up for tomorrow afternoon. Make sure they syndicate it so I don't have to talk to anyone else, please."

"Yes ma'am, superstar! I'll email you tonight with the details." And with that, I snapped my phone shut.

"Tamaki, I'm so–" I started to apologize but was quickly interrupted.

"You're so cool, Lori! I would love attention like this all the time!" He gushed.

"It's really not all that great… Especially when they start to make things up." I sighed. "How are we going to get out of here? They don't look like they're leaving anytime soon." I pressed my ear to the solid door and could hear the paps laughing, trading stories, and even a few still calling out my name.

"Oh, that's easy. There's an underground exit we can use." He replied as if it were obvious. He pulled out his phone to call the driver to meet us in the basement and I followed behind him, surprised that I didn't think about how many important families send their children here. Once we were safely in the car and away from the school, I took a deep breath to release some of my stress.

"Tamaki… I have no right to, but may I ask you a favor?"

"Of course my darling songbird." He was clearly still in club-mode, but I loved the sound of my nickname.

"I'm going to have to miss club activities tomorrow to do an interview. It's the only way to try and stop the vultures looking for a good story. But once it airs there's a good chance a ton of reporters will show up at Ouran looking for one anyway. Do you know of anywhere I can go? Can I borrow one of your drivers and disappear for a few days?" I was mortified to ask for his help, but I didn't have enough money on hand to get away.

"Understood! I'll take care of everything." He smiled brightly at me.

"I'm sorry for all of this." I said quietly, looking out the window as we pulled into the Suoh's second home. I was relieved to see that the press hadn't found that this is where I was staying.