*past*

"Hey, there's that girl."

"Isn't she the one whose father is so rich, yet he married a poor woman?"

"Yeah. . . I hear that she is spoiled because of it. Her father spoils her and her mother with anything they want." I heard the girls in school saying. And they knew I could hear. My long hair hid my face as I hurried past them to class. When I got there, I saw them. The twins that everyone also talked about.

Everyone in school talked about how the twins were the only ones who could talk to each other. They never let anyone into their little circle. I sat in my seat and watched them as they played their game on their gameboy.

"Hikaru? Kaoru? Would you two like to come to my birthday party? Everyone is coming." A girl told them. They both looked up at her with bored looks.

"Really? Or are you only inviting the most high classed students in our class?" They both ask. I smirked at them because she didn't invite me at all.

"No, that's not it. . ." She started to cry and ran away. As the days went on, I fell more and more in love with them. I even started to be able to tell them apart. I also started to form feeling's for the oldest twin, Hikaru. The day came when my parents were splitting up. My mom moving far away from here. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to stay or go, so I left it up to the twins. I had heard about what they do to girls who wrote them love notes and that's why I never did it. But, if he rejected me, then I was leaving.

". . . Then I will leave you two alone." I told them as I ran away from them. I wanted to stay, but I promised myself that if he played that game with me, I would leave with my mom.

*present*

Before Haruhi could say anything about it, the nurse came in,

"Excuse me. . . Now, let me see your ankle." She said. After she looked at it, it turned out that it was just sprained. She wrapped it up and sent me along. I sat in class for the rest of the day and when classes were over, Haruhi came over to me from around Hikaru.

"Lexi, would you like to come to the host club today? We're not having any guests." She told me. I nodded and stood up. Since my ankle still hurt, I lost my balance and fell back in my chair.

"Ouch. . ."

"Haruhi. We're going now, are you coming? If you don't then the king will throw a big fit." I looked up and saw that those words came from Hikaru's mouth. I blushed as I looked away.

"Yeah. . . But, it's going to take a while because her ankle's still hurt." Haruhi told the oldest twin. "Wait. . . Could you two go to the club room and see if Mori-Sempai will come carry her?" She ask them. The twins looked at each other, then back at her.

"Why him?" They both ask.

"Because he's strong." She told them. The twins talked to each other, then Kaoru came walking over to me and knelt down in front of me. I stared at him in shock.

"Huh?"

"You can get on. . . I'll carry you to the club room, if you want." He told me. When I looked up, Hikaru was gone. "If you're wondering where he went, he went on to the club room to see if one of them can carry you if I don't make it there first."

"A-are you sure, Kaoru?" I ask him as I blushed and tears started to form in my eyes, but he froze while sitting on his butt. I blushed even harder and turned away so I didn't have to look at him.

"Kaoru? What's wrong?" Haruhi ask, but then she remembered the story I had told her. "You remember her, don't you?" He nodded, not believing it.

"But. . . I thought you had moved. . ."

"I did. . . But, I had to move back to live with my dad." I told him. Before we could say anymore about it, though, the host came in. I back at Kaoru. "Please. . . Don't tell anyone. . ."

I whispered right before Hikaru came over.

"You guys are slow. . . I thought you would at least be half way there by now." He said as he stared at the look on his twins face. "Kaoru? What's wrong?" Kaoru shook his head and smiled.

"It's nothing. . . Come on, let's go to the club room." And that's when I felt someone pick me up. I gasped, but then remembered that Hikaru was sent to get Mori-Sempai. I looked at the guy who never says anything, blushed and smiled, shyly, at him.

"Oh, my! What happened, Princess?" The king ask me after Mori set me down in a chair. I stared at him, then down at my foot.

"For one, I just sprained it, and for two. . . Never call me that." I told him.

"Can you walk, yet?" I looked at Haruhi and shrugged. She held out my hands and helped me stand. I still couldn't put all my weight on it, but I could stand on it. "How does it feel?"

"Better, but it still hurts. . ." I said. "But, hey! My dad will be happy. . . He's always wanted to stay home and take care of me. If I even yawn, he'll force me to stay home." I told them. I looked down at the floor, missing my mom.

"Well, couldn't your mom just take care of you?" Haruhi ask me, but I just shrugged it off. If I told anyone, I knew that they would feel sorry for me.

"I don't know. . . Well, look at the time. See you guys later." I told them as I tried to hurry out of the room with a hurt ankle. After I left the room Haruhi looked at them.

"What was that about?"

"Lexi's mom died two weeks ago. . ." Hunny said. "Her dad took her back in just a week ago because she had nowhere else to go." The only girl in the room stared at him.

"But. . . Why didn't she just say?" They all shrugged.

I limped inside to the empty house. Well, there were still maids here, but my father was not. I was able to make it up to my room before I broke down. I plopped down on my bed and screamed into my pillow. When there was a knock on my door, I shut up real fast.

"Miss? I'm coming in." I heard Yabu say right before I heard the door open. When I felt her sit on the bed, I whipped around and buried my face in her chest. I used to do this when I was young and had bad dreams. I let her sooth my hair as I cried. She knew why and she was just waiting for this brake down. "It's okay. . . It's going to be alright. . ." She whispered.

I cried for awhile before I pulled back and looked at her while wiping my tear stained face.

"I was waiting for this moment. . . It was only a matter of time." She told me.

"How. . . How did you know?"

"Because. . . Your father told me that you didn't cry at the funeral. . . And to keep an eye on you because you could brake down at any time. Believe it or not, no matter how much you hate your father, he does worry about you." She told me. I stared at her, shocked. I didn't think she was telling me the truth, but she would never lie to me.

"But. . . He's the one who sent my mother away."