For the next three months, everything was amazing. Shana and Kyoya were together so often that the others began referring to them as Siamese twins, although they had entirely different courses. Shana spent as much time in Kyoya's apartment as in her own dorm room, and Chantelle, while madly jealous and resentful of Shana, had to admit that it was great having the room to herself occasionally.

A round of exams came and went, and Shana and Kyoya were at the library so often that it became like their second home, and they could frequently be seen in an aisle, making out, Shana with her back against the wall. The host club, the twins especially, were extremely amused by this. Who knew Shana, the little slip of a girl, could make Kyoya act in this fashion?

Still, all good things couldn't last forever. There was one person who wasn't amused or delighted by this turn of events – and who else but the lovely Chantelle. She was utterly and completely disgusted by the turn of events; why would Kyoya Ootori, of all people, the person everyone knew would inherit the Ootori Enterprise, be interested in the short midget? After all, she was tiny everywhere, and her hair was now that boring shade of black. Kyoya deserved someone better than Shana. Someone vivacious, funny, popular, pretty. Someone like… well, her. Or at least not Shana, the little bitch.

She smiled as the wheels began to turn in her head.

"Nope, sorry! Me and the girls are going to have a girls' night out, "Shana told Kyoya when he asked if she would be free for dinner that night. "I'm free tomorrow night, though," she added, just in case. He chuckled. "Okay then, tomorrow night it is."

Shana, Kaori and Haruhi were going to go to the bar right off campus. It was a popular hangout among the college crowd, and they rarely went there, but they felt that with all the studying and exams and everything, they deserved some girl bonding time, and so had made arrangements to go that night.

Shana lay on her bed and smiled, clasping the phone to her chest. Life was so good right now, better than it had ever been for her. She had friends, a wonderful boyfriend, and her grades weren't all that bad either. She was studying law, which she had always wanted to do – yeah, life was pretty damn good.

Chantelle sneered at her from behind her magazine. How dare the bitch be so happy and flaunt her relationship with Kyoya Ootori in front of her? Like she was mocking her, taunting her… honestly, the stupid bitch deserved a lesson. So she was going to the bar, was she. Well, it was time to put the plan into action. She smiled to herself as she picked up her phone to send a text message to the parties involved.

That night, Shana decided that since she was going to a bar, she might as well dress the part, and so she put on a miniskirt and a short-sleeved, low cut top. Alluding to the weather, she wore a tube under the top and cute black stockings. She couldn't very well wear the heels she had, so she put on black boots instead – high heeled boots that she liked to wear in the winder because although they were heeled, they had an anti-slip design in the sole, and they kept her calves warm.

She giggled as she looked at herself in the mirror – she looked nice and she knew it. If only Kyoya could be here – she would love to see his reaction to the boots she liked to refer to as her "fuck me" boots. They hugged her slim calves nicely and she loved how they were such a nice, soft leather. One good thing about her parents' neglect was that they gave her a hefty allowance to make up for ignoring her all the time, enabling her to afford luxuries like this once in a while.

She picked up her purse, which already had everything she would need for the night, and walked across the hallway to Kaori and Haruhi's room, knocking impatiently. When Kaori came to the door, she was still half-dressed, wearing a pretty black short V-cut dress that had a large red belt around her waist. Her hair hung haphazardly down her shoulders and was still wet and messy.

Shana laughed at her. "I like your hair," she told her teasingly. Kaori glared. "Well not all of us get ready like an hour before we actually plan to go out," she sniped. Shana laughed again, and waved a hand airily at her friend's head. "Can we please do something about this mess?" she asked in a mock indignant tone. They both laughed and Shana sat down on Kaori's bed. "Haruhi is in the shower," Kaori explained.

"Hi Shana!" Haruhi yelled from the shower, straining to be heard over the sound of the jets of water. Almost immediately the shower was switched off and Haruhi came out, wrapped in a towel. "Wow you're always so early," she told Shana, who rolled her eyes. "I'm not early, sweetie. I'm punctual," she corrected. Haruhi rolled her eyes at her. "Yes, of course," she said as she walked to her closet and extracted the clothes she wanted to wear that night.

Twenty minutes later, Haruhi and Kaori were both ready, and they left the dorm, chattering excitedly. There was a bus that took the college students to town, and they got on, getting off near the bar.

Like most girls' nights out, they had no intention of actually hooking up, but they just wanted to spend some time together, gossiping about random stuff and maybe getting a little drunk, before going back to their dorm to continue the gossip.

The bar was, as was the norm on a weekend evening, crowded and filled almost to bursting with students and people who lived in this town. They couldn't find a table, so they made their way over to the bar top counter and sat there. As they talked, joked, and giggled, suddenly a young man came up to Shana. "Hey there, beautiful," he said flirtatiously. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks," she told him politely. "I have a boyfriend," she added, to get him to stop talking to her. He crowded closer, and placed his hand on the small of her back. "C'mon, sweetie," he cajoled. "Your boyfriend isn't here, is he?" he continued. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, yeah?"

Shana stiffened. "Please don't touch me there," she warned. Who was this asshole and why had he placed his hand on the small of her back? This was escalating out of her control, and she didn't like it. "I really do have a boyfriend, and I'm not willing to cheat on him," she told him, moving away from his hand, hoping he would get the hint. But he didn't, and he just crowded closer still, his hand slipping around her waist.

Kyoya walked into the bar with a bunch of his classmates. He didn't usually do things like this, but since Shana wasn't free that night, he had accepted their invitation. He knew a few of them were from influential families, and this was a chance for him to get to know more business contacts.

One of them had apparently gotten a text message, because after looking at his phone for a moment, he told them, "Hey let's go to the counter!" a little too excitedly. "Some of the guys are there, and they have a bunch of hot chicks," he told them. This was, of course, enough to get the other guys excited, and they all made a beeline for the bar.

Kyoya followed them, bored. How could he be interested in other girls when he was dating Shana? Beautiful, smart, Shana, who was… sitting right there with some asshole's arm around her waist. What was that all about? His jealous instincts immediately kicked in, and he walked over to them. "Excuse me, what do you think you're doing with your arm around my girlfriend?" he asked, stressing the last two words. He was appalled. How could Shana allow this guy to paw her? As he stared at her, anger and betrayal set in.

"Kyoya, what are you doing here?" she asked, smiling as she slipped off the seat and went to put her arms around him. He stepped back. "What were you doing with that guy?" he asked suspiciously. Shana rolled her eyes at him. "Just some random dude who tried to hit on me," she told him.

"Is that right?" he asked. Something about his expression was pissing her off. How could he not believe her? What had she ever done to warrant that look he was giving her? She glared at him and crossed her arms around her chest. "So, what, you don't believe me?" she asked, glaring daggers at him.

Unfortunately, this was misinterpreted by Kyoya as defensiveness, and he got even more upset. "How can I believe you when that guy was all over you? Why didn't you tell him to go away?" Shana flinched back, as if she had been struck. "So you don't think I was trying?" she said icily. "You think I would have let that guy come onto me like that without thinking of you? What the hell is your problem? I've been with you for three months, Kyoya, and they have been absolutely amazing. Why would I risk that for some random guy who apparently can't keep his hands to himself?"

Kyoya glared back. "Whatever," he told her. She turned, grabbed her purse and coat, and walked out the entrance of the bar with her head held high. She wouldn't break down in tears because Kyoya was being an unreasonable ass. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction when he was so appallingly wrong about this.

Back in the bar, Kaori and Haruhi exchanged glances, before slipping off their bar stools and walking after Shana. Haruhi stopped next to Kyoya. "You were wrong, you know," she told him. "The guy wouldn't leave Shana alone and she didn't want to make a scene." With that parting shot, she and Kaori left, hurrying after Shana.

Kyoya stared at them, and rubbed his hand over his face. What had he done? He had to make it up to Shana somehow. But with the way he had acted, and the stricken look on her face, he wasn't sure if she would ever want to see him again. He groaned and went over to the counter. "I'll have a beer," he told the bartender, and she promptly got it for him, setting the large jug of beer on the counter, filled to the brim with the golden liquid, and foam. Lots and lots of foam. He immediately grabbed it and started chugging from it. When he put it down, almost a third of the mug was gone. He sighed. What the hell had he done? Why hadn't he believed her? All he knew was that when he'd seen Shana with that guy's arm around her, he had absolutely lost it. When he had been a host, he had seen girls that had boyfriends till traipse into the music room to squeal over them, and it seemed to have left its mark on him. He finished his beer and ordered another.

Soon he was rather tipsy and began to feel better, the alcohol numbing the pain he felt inside. He went onto the dance floor and started dancing with some random girl, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong, so he went back to the counter and sat down heavily, resting his chin on his hand. He ordered another beer and proceeded to down it, then another. By now he was feeling the effects of the beers, although he could hold his alcohol quite well.

Just then, Chantelle slipped into the seat next to him. "Hello," she said throatily. This had worked out so well. Now the little bitch was gone and Kyoya was drunk. When the bartender came over to her, she asked for a beer and one of those fruity little cocktails that she liked so much. Leaning close to Kyoya, she bent slightly so that her low-cut top fell away slightly from her body, revealing her cleavage. "Do you want to tell Chantelle all about it?" she asked sympathetically as she clinked glasses with him, although her cute little cocktail glass looked odd against his beer mug.

A few more drinks later, Kyoya was too drunk to remember why telling Chantelle anything was a bad idea, and he started spilling his guts to her. "I don't know what I was doing, but I feel like crap, and then she was there, and I was angry, and we were fighting, and now I don't know whether to feel like a sick fuck or to be mad at her or – gahhh," he groaned, dropping his head onto his folded arms.

Chantelle patted his back comfortingly. "There there," she said soothingly, as she got the bartender to top up his mug.

A few more drinks later, Kyoya was all but passed out. "Let me take you home," Chantelle told him as she wrapped her arm around his waist, under the guise of supporting his weight. He leaned heavily against her and she giggled as they teetered dangerously, as she was wearing high heels. When they got out, the blast of cold made them both shiver and hastily don their coats.

"Why don't I take you home?" Chantelle suggested. Kyoya nodded and gave her his address, not remembering that that was a very bad idea. Chantelle hailed a cab, loaded him into it and climbed in, giving the taxi driver the address. Oh, this was a very very good plan, executed perfectly. She knew just where this was going, even if he was too drunk to know.

Shana snuggled into her bed, guilt eating away at her. Even if Kyoya had been unreasonable, she hadn't been fully sober and maybe had acted rashly in losing her temper with him. She sighed into her pillow. Once she'd gotten home, she'd removed the makeup and changed into an old nightshirt before going to sleep. She wondered how he was faring at the moment, hoping he wasn't too upset with her.

She sighed again as she replayed the scene in her mind. Way to ruin an evening, she thought wryly. She felt horrible that Kaori and Haruhi had rushed out after her, and although she had insisted that they go back and have a nice time, they persistently stuck to her till she had gone back to her dorm room. They had wanted to stay with her, but she was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

She resolved that she would go over to Kyoya's first thing in the morning and make it up to him, maybe even cook him breakfast. She had done it a few times for him, and he had always enjoyed it so much.

Feeling immensely better, she fell into a deep slumber.

Okay guys I'm so sorry for this I know you're all gonna hate me. ): But I promise, cross my heart and everything, that they will have a happy ending k! So don't flame me yet. I'M SORRY! Next chapter will be up soon since my exams are over and I can devote my time to writing hellyeah. (Y)

Love,

Peachy Hikaru