A/N: So sorry this hasn't been updated in forever! However, here is the next chapter and I hope to be a little more on top of my stories in the future… *sweatdrop* Heh. Okay! So, without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter Three

As I stared into the classroom of the door that had just opened for me, five different nice-looking guys stared back. They were all dressed in some kind of cosplay and looked to be of all different ages and sizes.

"Ah, Tono-" Began a gorgeous red-haired boy who looked to be a grade younger than me.

"-who is this?" Finished the guy that seemed to be his other half. They were identical twins, there was no doubt about that with their shocking red hair and cat-like amber eyes; but something was off about each other them. One didn't seem to be exactly the same as the other… as you might expect in a situation such as this.

Tamaki chuckled beside me and my heart began to race- I had almost forgotten he was there! "This is our new Princess, Miss Antoinette DePaul." The twins seemed to be content with the answer, and went back to draping their arms around each other, smirking at me. "Miss De- Antoinette," he continued, remembering that I asked him to call me by my first name. "The Host Club is dedicated to pleasing young, beautiful women. Now that you're here, what is your type? Will you choose the Lolita-Shota, Mitsukuni Haninozuka?" Here, a small child-like boy peered up at me with big, doe-like brown eyes and a smile as bright as the sun.

"Or maybe the Little Devils, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, are more your style?" The twins continued to smirk at me and wiggle their eyebrows before giving each other a look. "Then there's also the Natural type, Haruhi Fujioka," he continued, to which a small, petite-looking boy gave me a slight wave and a soft smile; he seemed genuinely happy to have me there. "Of course, there's also the Wild type, Takashi Morinozuka." A silent, very tall boy stepped out from behind the rest of the crowd. As tall as he was, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed him there until now! "We also have the Cool type, taken care of by Kyouya Ootori." The raven-haired man from my class stepped forward from behind me into the line with the rest of the previously mentioned Hosts. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and gave me a cool smile, but what frightened me was that he held no emotion in his eyes.

"Of course, the last is the Prince type," Tamaki whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he placed his hands delicately around my waist. This was all too much. I wanted to pick Tamaki, sure, but if I was going to keep up my act and make him notice who I really was, I couldn't let him know that I was head-over-heels for him so soon. So, forced to pick a type quickly under all their stares, I stated,

"I'll choose the Cool type." Everyone's faces looked fairly shocked and all eyes flitted over to Kyouya's face anxiously. I was slightly confused- he seemed as if he would have a large number of girls following him around, but her choosing him seemed to come as quite a shock to the rest of the members. Most of all to the twins; they were pouting at each other, muttering something about losing another play toy…

Because Tamaki was behind me, I couldn't see his face but I could hear his smile falter for a second in his voice as he (unfortunately) let go of me. "Good choice, Princess. Now, allow Kyouya to fulfill your every fantasy…" And then, he was gone. Just like that; as were the rest of the club members, he was now surrounded by a large group of girls that were fawning over him.

I was so jealous.

"So, Miss DePaul," Kyouya began as he offered his arm to me. "you're originally from France, yes?" I let my tiny arm slip into the crook of his, trying my best to keep the tears that had started to well up at bay. I didn't want to be with Kyouya, but it seemed the best choice to get to Tamaki- after all, they were in the same grade, same club and they seemed to be fairly good friends… Maybe the third option on my list would take effect after all.

"Oui," I answered, wondering if he would think my accent was cute. "I am from the outskirts of Paris." Kyouya looked over at me, smiling softly but I could tell it wasn't a real smile- his eyes didn't change from their emotionless state. He continued to lead me over to a table that had four chairs at it, and proceeded to take the chair across from the one I had decided to sit in.

"Interesting… that's where our King, Tamaki, is from." I tried to look surprised and intrigued, all the while already knowing that. I raised an eyebrow and took a sip of the tea that was sitting out before us, trying to think of something to say.

"Really? Well, he and I shall have to have a chat about it sometime- when he isn't working, of course." Remembering that Kyouya had been carrying a small, leather-bound bookkeeper earlier, I tried to play into my assumption that he was the club's manager. And manager's don't like when their members aren't working as hard as they should be, so she didn't want to seem like a threat to the club's money. "I wouldn't want the club to suffer on my account." I smiled and paused, taking another sip of tea as I peered at him over the top of my dainty cup. When I cushioned the cup in my hand, setting my pinky finger down before placing the cup on its coaster, Kyouya's face twitched slightly into a somewhat amused grin.

"Tamaki also does that," he pointed out as I set my glass down with barely any noise at all. Defending myself and feeling slightly attacked under the pressure of his gaze, I retorted,

"Well it's a French trick, I suppose." Clearing my throat softly, I folded my hands in my lap after smoothing down the skirt of my uniform. "Enough about Tamaki, tell me about yourself. Why is it that you're the 'Cool type'?" He pushed his glasses up once more, the light reflecting off of them, making it difficult for me to read his expression.

"Allow me to show you, Miss DePaul." He then proceeded to change chairs so that he was sitting next to me and he slid an arm around my shoulders, looking as if he didn't have a care in the world. Our faces were inches apart when I looked back to him and I smirked, trying not to let him intimidate me.

"Ah, I see," I whispered, so that only the two of us could hear. "In my country, we call you the 'Bad Boy.' Every girl dreams of being the one girl a 'Bad Boy' might actually fall for… But they all know it's just a dream. 'Bad Boys' don't fall in love…"

"You say 'they' as if you're not one of them, Miss DePaul," he whispered back, face still inches from mine.

"Well," I looked into his eyes for the first time, seeing the glint of amusement in them. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" And with that, I stood, leaving Kyouya with an arm still wrapped around the top of the chair I had been sitting in. Walking out of the club, I knew that step three of my plan had been initiated. Although I had never been great at talking to gorgeous men, I figured I had this one eating out of the palm of my hand…