A/N: Thanks to all my faithful readers that have been reviewing and enjoying this story! I'm really sorry for the fact that a) I haven't updated until now, but I'm extremely busy (in 3 plays at once) and b) that this chapter is really short :P Sorry! But, please keep reviewing and I'll try to update as soon as possible!

Chapter Two

As my first day neared an end, I had devised half of my plan. I hadn't thought through very much, but all of the ideas I had come up with seemed at least plausible. It looked like this:

The Tamaki-Notice-Me Plan!

Step 1: Spend as much time with him as humanly possible.

Step 2: Subtly bring up memories of France (casually mention his mom at some point)

Step 3: Make him jealous by dating his best friend…

Okay, so that's not really half of the plan and step 3 might not happen… But at least it was something!

"Miss… DePaul?" My breath caught in my throat as I heard the teacher saying my name, bringing me back to reality. I felt the stares of my classmates and my cheeks began to heat up.

Think Antoinette!

I glanced around the room quickly and noticed that the black board had the words Huckleberry Finn scribbled on it, but there was no author name anywhere around the title of the book. I quickly assessed this and answered confidently.

"Mark Twain." The teacher began to contradict me, thinking I was wrong, then hesitated and looked fairly impressed.

"Very good… Class, you could learn a lesson from Miss DePaul here. Study up on your American literature!" Sighing inwardly, I turned back to my scribbling as the rest of the class got up to go home. Suddenly, there was a hand on my paper, covering the words I had just written. Looking up , I saw Tamaki standing next to my desk, a look of pure curiosity written all over his delicate features. I scrambled to remove the piece of paper from underneath his hand, but he got to it first.

"Oh?" He muttered, "What's this, Miss DePaul?" I snatched it from him before he could read anything and tucked it under my arm, along with my books.

"Nothing, nothing!" I replied, laughing away my embarrassment as I gracefully stood from my seat. "And please, call me Antoinette…" He smiled softly and I felt my knees begin to go weak. Oh, behave body! I thought to myself. Tamaki must have noticed my slight distress and lay a hand on my arm.

"Are you alright, Antoinette…?" His face was so full of genuine concern that I felt bad. He was so gentle… the same guy I had known from my childhood.

"Oh, yes, yes I'm fine, Mister…?" I couldn't let him know that I already knew his name, and since he had not told me when we had met before, I had to ask now. Annoying, I know, but I would blow my cover otherwise…

"Ah, Tamaki Suoh! I'm so sorry, I can't believe I forgot to introduce myself!" He sounded dramatic at first, but then his voice softened to match his expression as he continued, "You must think I'm such a dope, huh?" I smiled and clutched my books closer to my side, fighting every urge I had to just hug him right then and there.

"Not at all, Tamaki. I just think you're a little scatter-brained." I giggled and he smiled at me. "So, what is this Host Club you were telling me about earlier?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, slightly surprising me, and turned to see a beautiful raven-haired man in glasses before me. I stared into his onyx-colored eyes briefly before he pushed his glasses up, covering them.

"Don't tell me you didn't fill her in, Tamaki," He said, bemused. I couldn't help but notice that he looked slightly sinister, and he gave off an almost chilling air around him. Tamaki pouted slightly and shook his head. Sighing slightly, the boy continued, "The Host Club is a place… (fill in later)" I blinked at him and began to walk toward the door.

"Well, that certainly sounds like fun… but, I don't know if it would be a good idea for me to go with you guys…" Tamaki ran up to my side and clutched my arm to him.

I swear my heart stopped.

"Why not Antoinette? It would be so much fun if you were there, and it would be a great way for you to meet new people…" His eyes were full of hope. I sighed quietly and closed my eyes.

"I guess I could go with you…" I said reluctantly.

Giving a shriek of excitement, he pulled me along with him until we were just outside a room marked, 'Music Room Three'. I gave him a quizzical look that he ignored, and he opened the door to reveal…

Rose petals? What the hell?