Hey there! Long time no see (write?) I apologize for how long it has taken me to update this. Finals kind of got in the way.

Shoutout to musepro who was the first (and only) person to correctly review with where I stole "Enchanté...moron" from. It was from the Ouran High School Host Club bloopers. If you haven't watched those yet, you really should because they are hilarious. So go search for the video on youtube. Well, that is after you read this chapter!

Tamaki looked back and forth between Kyouya and the new girl, confusion apparent across his face.

"Umm…Kyouya? Do you know her?" he finally gave in and asked.

Looking frustrated, Kyouya replied, "You remember me being late this morning, correct? Well, you are looking at the reason why."

Across the room, Velia looked like she was about to start banging her head against the nearest wall.

"You ok there, Velia?" Shun waved a hand in front of her new friend's face.

Velia growled and then said, "I might have had a run-in with Prince Snooty-Pants over there this morning." She thumbed over in the direction of Kyouya. "But before we get to that…why did you squeal when they came in? Is there something oh so special about them?"

Shun giggled nervously. "Oh, you'll find out eventually. And don't look now, but they're walking this way."

Velia sighed, dropping her head down against her desk.

"Excuse me princess, but my father the chairm…" Tamaki began, but was cut off when Velia's head snapped back up from the desk.

"Woah, woah, back up. What did you just call me?"

Tamaki paled, "Umm…princess?"

"Ha, yeah, don't call me that again. Ever," she smiled sinisterly.

Tamaki moved so he was cowering behind Kyouya, who in turn sneered at Velia, leaning forward onto her desk to speak. He opened his mouth, but once again Velia spoke up, cutting him off.

"And you…you just don't even talk to me. I'm not getting started with you again. Now, excuse me, class is starting. So would you kindly remove your hand from my desk and move along?" She picked her hand up, flicking her wrist in a "shooing" motion.

By this point, the entire room had fallen silent and was watching the showdown. Even the teacher, who had entered moments earlier, was stock-still and viewing the pair with morbid curiosity. Eventually though, he cleared his throat signaling the start of class.

Mouth still agape, Kyouya straightened back up, and with one last glare he and the still-cowering Tamaki walked as far across the room as they could to take their seats.

My heart was racing. Why, of all people, does HE have to be at this school and in MY class? I pulled my notebook out of my bag, along with a pencil, and started taking notes on what the teacher was lecturing. So far it was mostly formalities about the new school term, so I drifted off, my thoughts turning to my first track practice that would be held later that day – that is until a piece of paper flopped onto my notebook. I looked to my right and saw Shun flicking her head in the direction of the paper. I scooted forward in my chair and picked up the carefully folded note, reading the neatly written message.

What was that all about? Not that I minded. It was kind of funny to see them all flustered. By the way, Prince Snooty-Pants? I was cracking up.

I put my pencil to the paper, immediately responding.

Like I said. I had a literal run-in with him this morning. I went for a run. He almost ran me over in his limo. I used my awesome wit and sarcasm on him. He threatened to have me arrested. Normal morning, right?

I tossed the paper back onto Shun's desk and watched as she read my words. She tried to hold in a giggle as she penned her response and then eagerly handed our correspondence back to me.

Ha! Well, I guess I should let you know a little about them. Those two are Tamaki Suoh and Kyouya Ootori, two of the infamous school hosts. They are Pres and VP respectively of the host club. All the girls love them. There are 5 other hosts, too, but you don't really need to know all their names. At least not right now.

She reached out and dropped the note on my desk once more. I quickly read it over. A host club? Really? Rich girls fawning over rich guys. These people all have too much time on their hands. I rolled my eyes at her, and then pointed at my notebook, signifying I was going back to taking notes. She shrugged then mouthed to me, "Lunch." I nodded back.

The rest of the class period went fairly smoothly, although I swear Kyouya's eyes were burning into the back of my head for the majority of the hour. Finally the bell tolled, the teacher moved on – soon to be replaced with our next lecturer – and we were allowed a few moments of break.

"So, your first class is officially over. What did you think?" Shun asked me, casually sitting back on her desk as she stretched.

"Nothing terrible, but then again it is the first day. I've always been a fairly good student though, so this doesn't seem like anything I can't handle," I replied.

"Oh before I forget," Shun exclaimed, looking me over, "I meant to ask earlier, why are you wearing the men's uniform?"

"Have you seen what you're wearing?" I looked incredulously back.

She twirled slightly where she stood. "What? I think this is kind of cute!"

I giggled. "Well maybe on you. But it's a little too…umm…frou-frou for me."

Shun sighed. "I suppose you're right. I've only known you for what, two hours, and I still couldn't picture you in this."

We continued our small talk for the next five minutes as our second teacher hurried in and wrote an introduction on the board. Moments later she dropped the chalk back onto the holder then clapped her hands, finished. I sent one last smile to Shun as we sat back in our seats.

"Welcome class. I am Miss Chie, and I will be your Language and Literature teacher for the year. To start today, I will be breaking you into pairs. You will interview your partner, based on a questionnaire I will be providing, and then over the next two days you will write a report based on the information gathered."

The class collectively groaned as Miss Chie picked up her class roster and started calling out names.

"Hiro and Katashi…Toshiaki and Shizuko…Shun and Tamaki…"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Shun beaming.

"…Megumi and Daichi…Eri and Naoki…Velia and Kyouya…"

Dammit.

"…Eri and Naoki…Velia and Kyouya…"

Kyouya grit his teeth, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He could practically hear Velia fuming from across the room, and he was no happier with the arrangement than she.

Miss Chie clapped her hands again, snapping Kyouya's attention back to the front of the room. "Please find your partners and wait for further instructions."

Kyouya grudgingly picked up his bag and approached Velia, who had made no apparent indication she was going to move. He placed his bag down gently next to the seat directly in front of Velia, turning the chair around so that he faced her. He procured his tablet from his bag, pulling the stylus free and opening his notes application. Velia, by this moment in time, had still yet to acknowledge his presence. He cleared his throat, hoping she would respond, but Velia just yawned and looked over his shoulder to the clock on the wall. Kyouya tried clearing his throat again, looking around at the other groups who were all amiably chatting about the project.

Finally, Velia sighed and opened her notebook. "Let's just get this over with."

"I know neither you nor I are very thrilled with this pairing, but for the sake of our grades let us please make a deal to at least be relatively cordial until this project has concluded," Kyouya offered reasonably.

Sighing again, Velia nodded. "Whatever Your Highness."

Kyouya clenched his teeth. "Please start by not calling me 'Your Highness'. Kyouya is quite fine."

The teacher walked by at that moment with the handout, passing two off to Kyouya and Velia. They each skimmed the paper quickly. Velia set hers down next to her notebook, picking up her pencil. "Alright, who's going to start?"

"It does not matter to me. Why don't we take turns asking?"

"Fine. Let's start simple. How many siblings do you have?" Velia picked a random question from the list.

"Three. I have two older brothers, and an older sister. How about you? Do you have any siblings?" Kyouya answered, then asked in return.

"No. I'm an only child. Have you lived here your entire life?"

"Yes, I have." Pause. "Considering this morning you told me you are new here, and judging by your accent, I am assuming you are from Italy?" Kyouya guessed.

He watched as Velia bit at her lower lip. He furrowed his brows; was she nervous about something? Some tense seconds passed before she replied, "Yes. I am from Italy."

"Why did you move to Japan then?" Kyouya asked, genuinely curious.

Velia scowled. "That's not a question from the list. Please, let's move on."

Kyouya made a note to find more information on her later, then the pair continued their back-and-forth interview until the bell cut them off. Kyouya stowed his tablet in his bag then proceeded to stand up. "Since we have not finished the list, should we meet some time to continue?"

She sighed, examining her fingernails. "If we must."

"Are you free at the end of the school day? You may drop by Music Room #3 and we can continue there?" Kyouya suggested.

"I have practice actually…" she paused to think. "Why don't I just email you the rest of my answers?"

"That will do I suppose," he said as he pulled a piece of paper from a folder. He jotted down his email address and handed it to her.

"Thanks. I'll email you as soon as possible," Velia folded the paper up, shoving it into her bag.

As Kyouya turned and walked away, Velia let out a sigh and slumped back into her chair.

Outside the classroom, Kyouya walked towards the break room, his mind swirling with questions that all revolved around the new girl.

I managed to avoid Kyouya for the rest of the day, fortunately. The questionnaire was making me more than nervous. No matter how trivial the questions, it was still digging into my past and that would only end badly.

The last bell chimed and I leapt from my seat, revitalized with the notion of the upcoming track practice. I darted towards the door, leaving a confused Shun in my dust. But as I passed through the doorway I stopped, realizing I had once again no clue where I was going.

Shun approached me, giggling. "Need some help finding the track?"

I blushed. "Am I that predictable?"

"Oh just come on! We're going to be late if we dawdle any longer!" she readjusted her bag before starting down the hallway. As we walked, she pointed out various important classrooms. Finally she pushed open a door that led us outside. I breathed in the fresh air and the scent of freshly cut grass. The track stood before us, neat and clean and totally ready for me to run on. I started bouncing excitedly in anticipation. Next to me, Shun rolled her eyes and grabbed me by the crook of my arm, dragging me towards the women's locker room. We changed quickly into similar running gear, pulling on our running shoes, grabbing our spikes and water bottles before heading out.

A small group of people were waiting and already stretching when we walked onto the black synthetic rubber track. Shun ran over to greet them, leaving me to casually meander over after her. She was talking warmly with them when I finally reached the circle.

"Hey, this is Velia! She just moved here and today is her first day at Ouran, so be nice to her. Or else!" Shun threatened halfheartedly. I laughed and waved as Shun pulled me into their conversation. It felt nice to be welcomed in so effortlessly, and I knew right away I would make some fast (pun intended) friends.

Kyouya had dashed to Music Room #3 as soon as the last bell of the day had rung. When the other hosts arrived, he was already inside, typing furiously on his computer. His fingers flew meticulously across the keyboard, pounding at the keys as if there were a correlation between his severity and his productivity. Suddenly, he slammed the lid down, yelling and startling the remaining hosts.

"Damn!"

Tamaki inched tentatively towards his enraged friend. "Umm, Kyouya? Is everything alright?"

Kyouya took a calming breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. "No Tamaki, everything is not alright."

Tamaki placed a soft hand on Kyouya's shoulder. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Sighing Kyouya faced the group of his curious friends and said, "It is the new girl, Velia Vita. I don't think she exists."

What does he mean she doesn't exist? Find out next time

A/N: For any of you who are reading my other story, "Silence is Golden", I haven't forgotten about it...I've just kind of gotten writer's block with the most recent chapter. I can't seem to get it right. But I assure you, I will release it soon!

Hop you enjoyed this, and as always please review!