I hate to break it to you, babe, but I'm not drowning. There's no one here to save.

I need to go somewhere… Somewhere far from the host club… Haruhi thought, still running down the hall. Somewhere I can clear my head.

She didn't think she loved Tamaki. She had never thought about that before. Sure, Mei-chan had said that she thought something like that was going on, but to hear it in Kyoya's voice, stated as a fact… It was too much.

"I didn't know the school had a swimming pool…" She found herself in the pool house. It was completely empty, silent. The air was thick and warm and smelled of chlorine, but it was the last place she would run into Tamaki or Kyoya, so she opened the door.

Rolling up the legs of her pants and taking off her socks and shoes she found herself wanting to feel the warm water on her bare skin. So, she took a seat on the edge and tentatively placed her big toe in first.

"Ah," She said, realizing that it was even warmer than she had expected it to be. It felt like bath water. "These damn rich bastards even have perfect swimming pools."

She dipped both legs, up to the knee into the water, leaning back as she did so.

Plop!

"Damn it." Her left shoe fell into the deep end of the pool. She took off her jacket, watch and tie, placing them behind her, safely away from the edge. "I guess there's no other way." She took a deep breath and plunged into the water, feet first, making a small splashing sound.

Feeling around underwater, she quickly found her shoe and came up for air. She placed it on the edge, next to her other shoe.

This is actually kind of nice. She treaded water, and moved to float on her back. Since I'm already wet, I might as well…

She lay there in the pool, just staring at the sky through glass ceiling, for a few minutes. Her thoughts became calm and she started to feel like drifting to sleep.

No! She slapped her face to stay awake. I should probably get out if that's the case…

Then she remembered Kyoya's words.

"By the way, its for the best don't you think?" He is so uptight! "Tamaki is obviously in love with you… You love him back, don't you?"

She took a deep breath and put her head underwater. How long can I stay like this? She wondered, closing her eyes. How long can I stay under?

"HARUHI!" She heard a muffled shout from above. Suddenly, a wave rolled over her, and she realized she wasn't alone. Two strong arms wrapped themselves around her small frame and began pulling her to the surface. Thrashing and beating, she fought to get away.

Breaking the water's surface, she gasped for air. The arms, and the body they were attached to pulled her up onto the tile.

"What the hell?" She choked. She wiped the chlorine from her eyes, to see who had pulled her out.

"Haruhi," Kyoya sputtered. "That was really stupid of you."

"What was?" She said catching her own breath. "You're the one who jumped to conclusions."

"You were going to drown!"

"I was fine, Kyoya-sempai. I know how to swim!" She shouted.

"You could have…" He trailed off and pushed back his dripping hair. "What I mean is that…"

He's being weird, again.

"You can't die, yet." Her eyes grew wide.

"Kyoya-sempai…"

"Because you still owe us 4,589,332 yen*."

"Are you kidding me? What are you even doing here, for that matter?"

"I came looking for you," he explained, catching his breath. "I wanted to say that… I'm sorry."

"You're… sorry? About what?" She knew that it was a big deal for him to appologize. It was probably one of his least favorite things.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I don't know your feelings." He admitted. "You're right. And it was wrong of me to say that you loved him, when it's only because I'm the one who…" his voice trailed off.

"The one who, what, Kyoya-sempai?" she asked cautiously.

"The one who…" He threw his arms around the sopping wet Haruhi and pulled her close to his chest. "Promise not to scare me like that again, okay, Haruhi?"

"Kyoya-sempai, what's going on with you lately?"

He laughed heartily and let go of her. "Go find some dry clothes, I can see through your shirt."

"Ah!" She blushed as she covered her chest and quickly put her jacket back on.

This guy is impossible to understand.

They stood up, dried off and went their separate ways.

Needless to say, this is not how Haruhi had imagined her day to go.

A.N.: I know. This is super literal. I know! Ah! I wish it wasn't but this is the only way I could make it work! :( I think it turned out okay, though, right?

* P.S. Yes. Yes, I did go back and look up exactly how much money Haruhi owed the host club in chapter 74… Accuracy FTW :)