More romance! And thoughts that i would totally have when working with the host Club! Huzzah!

I swear... the teachers eyebrows must have shot up to his hairline. I giggled slightly, looking at the teachers slightly dazed look before turning back to Honey, grinning. Now... me smiling is not a very common thing so most people, that includes my family, try to relish the moment while others just say its 'cute'.

I saw a light pink blush spread across Honeys face before he quickly turned away and continued to explain what I was doing on my laptop while everybody else was... er... 'tentatively' listening. There were some girls in the row in front of me who I could see texting each other, I don't see how that was much different to what I was doing...

In no time the teacher passed me back me laptop before getting on with his lesson and the only disturbance I got after all that unneeded drama was a few glances from Honey and the teacher as well as a couple of thumbs up from some guys from my dorm, at these guys I merely sighed and glared at them and, of course, they didn't seem to mind since I've been told that I only look even cuter when I'm angry...

I could see that the few glances that I had received from Honey had turned into stares, every time I caught him staring at me he would give a little grin and turn back to the teacher.

At the end of the lesson I could hear little mutters of 'Thank you, Mr Takahashi', and that day... I learnt the name of the most hated lecturer in the school! I'm pretty proud of that achievement... don't judge! And I also guess that I'm a little more sociable than I thought I'd be but that is something that I didn't really care about at the time.

I packed my laptop into my bag and lugged the thing out the classroom, desperately trying not to look like it was weighing too much for me to handle. As I stepped outside the classroom Honey glomped me, asking too many questions for my liking. Once he'd stopped asking stupid amounts of questions he looked at me... properly and I could see in his eyes that he had discovered the secret that my bag was too heavy and he looked questioningly at it and I merely responded with a grunt, hoping that I got my message of, 'Its fine' across.

Before I could say anything he had the bag in his hand, narrowing his eyes at me before sighing and putting it around his own shoulder despite me profusely protesting, now this I disliked a lot. It was lunch and he would surely pull me along to his friends table so I didn't have to carry my bag and he walked to the lunch room holding my wrist like before, this time more softly because he knew I wouldn't pull away since he DID have my bag.

Me and Honey walked into the cafeteria and, for me, got bombarded with stares. With that I froze in my tracks, almost cowering. Honey looked back and noticed the terrified look I was obviously showing. He came walked behind me and gently put his hand on the small of my back, I was surprised when I felt a wave of heat rush to my face at the action until I turned my head slightly and noticed he was trying to hide his own blush with a large grin. He kinda 'guided' me to the table his friends were all sat at.

I looked up and saw the crazy guy, I think his name was Tamaki and I groaned, causing the whole table to look at me and, of course, the crazy guy was the first to react, jumping out of his seat and kissing my hand before I pulled it away and just looked at him.

I shot a glare at Honey, which really wasn't that hard since we were both around the same height, urging him to give my bag back to which he said, for a moment I thought he looked confused as he looked into my eyes but the expression quickly disappeared. I sighed and sat down next to him and the girl I had thanked earlier for getting me out of that nutjobs line of sight... and lips, for that matter, I don't think I want any man-lipstick on my hand, thank you very much.

The girl on my other left said, "Why are you wearing coloured contacts?" At that statement I made a note self: This girl was very blunt.

"Want to see?" I asked quietly trying not to let many others see my eye colour since you could surely notice them from the other side of the room since they were so... bright. I carefully brought my finger to my eye, pulling the sticky piece of plastic out my eye and watched her expression change as my eyes changed from dull green to a bright, florescent violet. Unfortunately the girl wasn't the only one who saw my eyes... the idiot, Honey, the idiots friend and the big guy did too and in seconds the idiot was up screeching about how beautiful they were and why I had to cover them up. Of course I didn't want to say the answer but it was fairly obvious... not to stand out.

The two red heads sat down on the other side of the idiots best friend and asked, in what I think was supposed to be hushed voices, "Who is she?"

To my surprise the idiots best friend replied with, "Her name is Alyssa Kingsley, she is nineteen in eight days. She is English and moved pacifically for this scholarship and, from what I can assume, to escape her past. Her father, Nick Kingsley and her mother, Anne Kingsley are both deceased though she has a big brother who is working in America called, Robert Kingsley. She received full marks in every test since the start of elementary school and now studies engineering as well as working on systems and programs for the school and other companys. She can speak eleven different languages, English, Japanese, German, French, Spanish, Italian, Korean, Mandarin, Arabic, Latin and Russian." He stopped there and said, "Everything else I believe is personal."

I glared at him, he had obviously researched well... well enough to be able to tell everybody about me and my scores and my job and EVERYTHING!

I didn't realize I had been squishing my contact and it was bending and slowly breaking in my my hand. By the time I did, it was already... dead? So I took out my other and turned look at the others who looked at me wide eyed. I'm not that great, right?

I will be releasing chapters faster now that my exams are done and now that my laptop is not dead! I've never tried to write about a stubborn, ani-social character and, somehow, it sounds like one of my friends!

-Chi