[Name] was wondering the halls again. No doubt that there would be whispers, quiet little mummers about her behind her back. Sure, the people here would smile and treat her pleasantly, but only because they had too. Their eyes looked down upon the girl and their greetings were hollow and cold. She knew that nobody liked her, but that was only because nobody took the chance to get to know her.

Her. [F/Name] [L/Name]. Daughter of an unemployed drunk for a father and a meager waitress for a mother. She had no money, no limousines, no fancy houses or mansion. Heck, her parents could barely afford to keep the small apartment that they had now. The only reason that [Name] was even here was because she was smart. But, being smart meant nothing here, unless you were rich.

Taking another random turn she was forced to admit the thing she feared. She was lost, extremely lost. She seemed to have taken a wrong turn somewhere and now she had ended up in a strange hallway. One she had never seen, nor been down before. She debated turning back, after all she did have an Advanced Physics final tomorrow. In fact, that was why she was wondering the halls; she was simply looking for the library.

Rounding another corner, the [h/c] girl continued her trek through the large school of Ouran. Her books were stacked what seemed to be a mile high, and she could barely see over them. She stopped momentarily to adjust her massive load. When she was finished she set off again, but soon stopped. In front of her, was a door. Not just any door though, this was music room #3.

[Name] had heard the buzz about this room from passing girls almost every day. They seemed to enjoy it. She had gathered that it was some type of meeting place where a group of guys flirt with woman the whole time. [Name] didn't know why anyone would want to go there, or why all of the girls liked to be led on. Didn't they realize that they were just the boy's entertainment? Or were they just stupid?

She didn't bother looking at the door as she started past it with her head high and her books close to her non-existent chest. As soon as she got to the middle of the doorway, the giant wooden doors swung open. Rose petals flew out of the opening and it was as if the light had suddenly gotten very bright, engulfing everything in a white globe.

"Welcome, my beautiful princess. You're quite early this evening, but no matter; it just gives us more time to spend together." A male voice said. She could barely see blonde hair glided over to her. "Here, let me take those for you."

He grabbed the books out of [Name]'s hands. She was finally able to see the boy that had spoken before. [Name]'s eyes widened before a blush settled on her face. This boy was gorgeous, with silver blonde hair and stunning indigo eyes. Was this Tamaki? The so-called prince that all the girls talked about? If it was, she knew that the girls hadn't been lying.

"Th-thank you," [Name] stuttered, a heavy blush covering her face.

"You are very welcome, my dear. Would you allow me the pleasure of knowing your name?" He asked, leading the flushed girl to the back of the room where his own couch resided.

"[Name]. [F/Name] [L/Name]."

"Such a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." The boy smiled. "My name is Tamaki."

[Name] stayed at the host club until it closed that evening. And she would return every day, just to see Tamaki. Maybe her 'accidental' turn in that hallway wasn't really an accident after all. It brought her here didn't it? To him. Her prince.

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