A/N: Sorry for the wait! My beta and I had to sort out some things, and it took me a while to get the chapter up. Thanks to all those who reviewed! I love you all *gives cookies to reviewers*. Also, thanks to my beta, x3AnimeLuver.

There's a poll I want you to check out on my profile. It's to do with pairings. Oh, and there's links of what the triplets are wearing on my profile!

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Disclaimer: OHSHC is not mine. If it was, there'd be a lot of changes. None of the songs mentioned are mine either.

Chapter Two

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Oh woe! Oh Angst! Oh... GRAPES!

I opened my eyes and walked over to my seat by Demi. Pushing my bag off the desk, I put my feet on it instead. Leaning back on two legs, I crossed my arms behind my head with a sigh. Life is good, I reflected. Grinning as my sisters' conversation flowed around me. I turned to face them.

"I have to ask," I said, "Why are you discussing lunch when we had breakfast half an hour ago?"

Jamie grinned saying, "Because Demi here is obsessed with food."

"Hey!" Demi protested while I snickered. "I'm not obsessed with food," she said. She paused a bit and then continued, "I'm obsessed with coffee."

"Yeah, you are," Jamie spoke. "At least you're not obsessed with Frosties." Jamie and Demi turned and gave me a look.

"Look," I told them, "It's not my fault that Frosties are awesome. It's the people who make them's fault."

Demi and Jamie just returned to their conversation while shaking their heads. I pouted a little before I reached into my bag. Grabbing my blue pencil case, I opened it up and pulled out a drawing pencil. I zipped my pencil case back up and grabbed my notebook. Flipping to the back page, I glanced around me, hoping for inspiration to strike. When nothing presented itself to me, I sighed a little and closed my eyes.

Focusing on nothing at all, I let myself float through my thoughts. A memory of running through fields in the rain presented itself in my head and my eyes snapped open. I grinned, setting my pencil on the paper. I'd start with the field first. I drew careful and precise lines. My pencil strokes were quick and sure.

I was about halfway through drawing the field when a warning bell went off and people began to come into the room. I kept my head down, continuing with my drawing. I only looked up when I heard the chair next to me scraped across the floor. I looked at the desk next to mine as a—Girl? Boy?—sat next to me. It was obvious that (s)he was the other scholarship student since (s)he wasn't wearing a uniform. She?—He?—was wearing a pair of black trousers, a baggy brownish jumper and a white shirt underneath. (S)he had messy brown hair and brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses.

"Hi," I said to him/her, "I'm Chloe. Lewis Chloe."

(S)he gave me a small smile as (s)he said, "Hello. I'm Fujioka Haruhi."

The name was a unisex one if I remembered correctly. There's nothing left for it, I thought.

"I hate to ask," I said quietly. "But are you a boy or girl?"

Haruhi blinked at me and shrugged. "Does it matter?" (s)he said casually.

I blinked then, considering. "Well, not really," I admitted. "But it'd be nice to know."

"I'm a girl," Haruhi said. I nodded, grinning at her.

Gesturing to my sisters, I said, "These are my sisters, Jamie and Demi." The paused in their conversation and turned to Haruhi. They waved as I said, "Guys this is Haruhi. She's the other scholarship student." The nodded and grinned at Haruhi before returning to their debate on which was better—Muffins or Cupcakes.

I shook my head and laughed a little, turning to face Haruhi. She arched an eyebrow and asked, "Are they usually like this?"

"Pretty much," I told her with a sigh.

"Hey!" came the indignant cries of my sisters. "You're just as bad," Demi exclaimed.

I turned to them with a smirk. "I never said I wasn't, did I?"

"You implied it," Jamie grumbled. I rolled my eyes and faced forward when the bell rang again. Just as the bell faded into non-existence, a pair of boys walked into the room. They had orange-red hair and golden eyes. Their eyes were spiked up and they looked as if nothing could have bored them more than being in this room. They were completely identical, I noticed. My sisters and I shared a look. We'd never met any twins or any other triplets. This will be interesting, I though absently while my eyes followed the twins who were walking past my desk.

Shaking my head, I tuned out the Class Rep who was speaking and continued with my drawing. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and put one earphone in. I turned the iPod on and put it on shuffle. I hummed along as Whoa by Paramore started to play. I looked up when the Class Rep mentioned scholarship students. People turned to look at the four of us while whispering to each other. I ignored it since I was used to being stared at by now.

Next to me, I heard Demi singing quietly. "You really suck at singing, you know that?" I told her bluntly.

She turned to look at me, muttering, "I really hate you sometimes Chlo. Really, I do."

I could tell she was joking around, and I played along. Clutching at my chest, I cried, "Oh how you wound me, dear sister! The horror!" My sisters had already started snickering at this point and the rest of the class turned to look at us. "The pain! I think I might just die from the sadness of it all!" Sighing and pressing the back of my hand to my forehead dramatically, I moaned, "Oh woe is me! Oh, the angst of it all! Oh..." I trailed off as I burst into laughter, clutching at my sides. My sisters were practically rolling around in their seats as I gasped out, "Man, I just couldn't keep a straight face!"

Haruhi was looking at us strangely while Jamie said, "That amused me."

"Understatement of the century," Demi choked out.

As we regained our composure, I sighed a little. "That was fun," I announced.

"Yeah," Jamie said, wiping tears from her eyes. We all sighed together and continued on if nothing happened. It might not have been funny to the rest of the class (they probably thought we were insane by now), but we always found things like that hilarious when it happened in films.

Stretching, I pulled my earphone out (it had managed to stay in through all of that) and switched my iPod off. I slid my notebook back into my bag, stuffing my pencil in my back pocket. The bell for first period rang then, so we stood up and slung our bags over our shoulders. Haruhi stood and did the same as I grinned at her.

"Sorry if I freaked you out just now," I said cheerfully, not feeling sorry at all.

"It's no problem," Haruhi told me with a small smile.

Pulling my map out of my bag, I asked, "What have we got now?"

"Math's in room 132," Jamie answered. I nodded and pulled my pencil out of my bag. I drew a route to room 132 from 91, and we walked to the room in a comfortable silence. I was surprised. I would have thought that my sisters would have started dancing by now.

They're probably busy trying to remember the courses we're supposed take, I thought absently. I kept my eyes on my map, walking forward.

"Watch out!" Haruhi called out. I turned to face her, still walking forward when I crashed into someone.

I felt backwards, landing on my rear end. "Ow," I whimpered, glaring at the boy in front of me.

He had short blond hair that fell over his strangely purple eyes. He was pretty tall, and pretty skinny. 'Pretty' seemed to be the way to describe him. He was a pretty boy.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Princess," he cried dramatically.

Standing up, I pulled a face and rubbed at my tail bone. "I'm not a princess," I told him, picking up my map. Haruhi and my sisters had already walked ahead, but I could see them waiting for me at the end of the corridor.

The blond invaded my personal space bubble, cupping my chin. "Of course you're a princess, Princess," he breathed.

I 'meeped' and pulled away from him. "Geez, ever heard of a personal space bubble?" I hissed at him. He seemed puzzled as he rested his chin between his thumb and index finger.

"No, I haven't!" He announced dramatically. He seemed like a dramatic person.

I rolled my eyes and brushed passed him, calling, "Look it up," over my shoulder. I joined Demi, Jamie and Haruhi at the end of the corridor, glaring at them.

"One word," I snarled, "One word, and I will make sure you never have access to coffee, strawberries or chocolate again."

My sisters looked properly threatened, but Haruhi just raised an eyebrow. "I don't really like any of those things," she told me. I threw my hands up in the air and let out a little scream as the three of them laughed.

School was finally over, and I told Demi and Jamie to go on home without me. I also told Haruhi I would study with her, so we walked down the corridor towards Library Room 1.

"How many libraries are in this place?" I asked Haruhi.

"Four, I think," Haruhi said, holding a book at her side. We opened the door to Library Room 1, only to be met with the sound of chattering teenagers.

I could see Haruhi staring in the room with dismay, and I said, "D'you want to go check out the other three?" She nodded, giving me a thankful smile.

We walked to the south end of the building, talking about nothing in particular and just generally getting to know each other. We opened the door, only to find out that the people in Library Room 2 were even louder than the ones in Library Room 1. We went down stairs and checked out Library Rooms 3 and 4, only to find the same.

Shrugging at Haruhi, we walked back upstairs and down the corridor. I stopped at room with a sign above it saying 'Music Room 3'.

"Should we study in there?" Haruhi asked me.

I gave a one shouldered shrug and nodded. "Sure, why not." Haruhi reached out and grabbed the door handle. She opened the door slowly and we were met with swirling rose petals.

I blinked, saying, "That's not normal." We walked inside and the door shut behind us.

In front of us were a group of six boys, all of them fairly good looking or cute. There was a tall boy with messy black hair and a blank, emotionless face. He was back to back with a slightly shorter boy with tidy black hair and glasses. Next to him was a small boy with blond hair and wide, brown eyes. Next to the boy with glasses were the twins in my class. Sitting in front of them was the very same boy who had crashed into me earlier.

"Welcome," they intoned.

"Oh, it's a boy," the twins said, peering intently at Haruhi. I fought off a snicker as Haruhi gaped, fumbling with the door, trying to get out. I had heard some girls talking about a Host Club earlier in the day. Guess I just discovered them, I thought.

The boy with glasses turned to the twins and said, "Hikaru, Kaoru, you are in the same class with these guests, right?"

"Yes, but the boy doesn't act very socially. The girl, on the other hand..." the twins said.

I bounced forward, holding my hand out to the boy with glasses. "I'm Lewis Chloe," I told him, "Pleased to meet you."

He took my hand and shook it as he replied, "The pleasure's all mine. I'm Ootori Kyoya. This is Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Hitachiin Kaoru, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Suoh Tamaki." He gestured to people as he said this, obviously the people whose name it was. I noted that when introducing the twins, Kyoya just gestured in their general direction. People can't tell them apart then, I mused.

I looked around the room, searching for the thing I was currently craving for. I vaguely registered the fact Tamaki was harassing Haruhi. Coming up empty in my search, I asked Kyoya, "Do you have any grapes?"

He raised an eyebrow as he said, "Excuse me?"

"You know, grapes. They're a type of fruit. Pretty small, usually green or a purplish red color," I clarified, "Do you have any?"

A smirk appeared on his face as he called, "Hikaru, Kaoru, please fetch some grapes for our guest."

The twins straightened and saluted, dashing off into a back room I had only just noticed. They returned seconds later, walking up to me with a bowl of grapes in their hand.

"Yay!" I cheered as they handed me the bowl with a grin. I thanked them, grabbing a plump grape and shoving it into my mouth. I moaned with a smile. "I love grapes," I told nobody in particular. Hearing a smash, I turned to see Haruhi leaning over a table and a blue vase shattered in pieces on the floor.

The twins hovered over Haruhi's shoulder. "Well, that's not good," one said.

"We were going to auction that vase off," the other said.

"The bidding was supposed to start at 8 million yen."

Haruhi slumped a little over the table, crying, "8 million yen?! How many thousand yen is that? How many thousand are in a million yen anyway?" She straightened up and turned to face the Host Club and me. I was still eating my grapes, though I felt horrified for Haruhi. (And partially for the vase. I supposed it must have been a very pretty vase.)

"I'm going to have to pay you back," she said thickly.

"With what money?" the twins said, "You can't even afford the uniform. What's up with what you're wearing anyway?"

I watched as Kyoya bent over and picked up a piece of the vase as he said, "What should we do, Tamaki?"

The entire room turned to Tamaki as he settled in the chair he had been in earlier. "There is a famous saying, Fujioka-kun. Perhaps you have heard of it?" Flinging his one arm out while resting his head on the other, he continued, "'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' If you don't have the money, then work it off."

The sudden change in attitude was strange, to say the least. "Bi-polar much?" I muttered.

"Starting today, you are the Host Club's dog!" I froze, my hand hovering half-way between the bowl of grapes and my mouth. I slowly put the grape in my mouth, my eyes never leaving Haruhi's shocked form. The Host Club and I circled her, as Mitsukuni poked her in the arm, Tamaki waved his hand in front of her face and the twins leaned forward, peering at her intently. I called her name softly, getting no response.

She slumped to the floor in a dead faint as the seven of us stared at her in shocked amazement.

"Well, shit," I announced.

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