Authors Note: Hey everybody! So I know about the last two chapters were just Tamaki based and you haven't met Kyoya yet. But he shows up I swear! So in your review please tell me which you think is better for Riku. (Comments on her name will make me sad. There is a reason she has a guy's name, and it will be explained later.) Sorry if it takes forever to meet him, just it was important that I included that info!

Class continued on for the rest of the day. Tamaki sat next to me, but he refused to even glance at me. I tried to apologize but he blushed and found other things interesting. I awkwardly had to suffer through, knowing I essentially called him a whore earlier.

Later than I would have liked, the bell rang. Suddenly there was a flurry of motion and noise as people got up and left. Tamaki shot up and quickly disappeared from sight. All in the name of avoiding me, obviously.

"Riku," Sensei called me up. I looked at her and she smiled. "Your guide won't be ready for a few minutes. To make it easy for them to find you, could you stay in this room?"

I nodded. "Sure, I can stay in here."

She stood up and grabbed a few things. "Thank you for being so agreeable with all of this Riku. Normally the tours would've been done before hand, but you being a last minute addition to the school registry…"

"It's fine, you don't need to explain it to me."

She smiled then made a quick exit. The halls were clogged, so she had to push her way through the students. I saw many people make their exits slowly, until I was the last person standing in the room. Before long the halls were also silent as the students left there.

I looked around the room for the hundredth time that day. This was my new school. An entirely new beginning for me.

Hey Blondie, I heard them say in my mind, how is it there? I saw their faces, smirking. Their stance was powerful and strong, unlike their usual girly demeanor.

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Not now, not today, not ever, the chant I taught myself echoed in my head. Not now, not today, not ever.

I moved to a seat that was in the middle of the room and sat down in it. Carefully, I took out the notebook from my bag.

The cover was black and well worn. I flipped through the pages, beginning to be soft at the edges where my touch was familiar. Most of the pages had writing on them with small doodles of random things. Little poems that told my daily thoughts was what they were. Almost all of them had boarders that gradually became more intricate, the top corner smudged from my fingers running over it. Some pages held drawings of things I had seen.

To the majority of people, they would've thought this was my diary. But it was more than that. My late mother bought this book. It was intended to be my baby book, but she never got to use it. Only the first page was used. One used for possible baby names, a boy column and a girl column.

I looked at it sadly and began tearing up. No. Not now, not today, not ever. Never before had I ever cried that my mother was never there. I just dealt with it and showed indifference. But I held this book as my most prized possession.

Gently, I flipped to a blank page and began thinking. What to write, what to write? Something about today, possible… but probably to stereotypical to complain about the woes of being the new girl. As I pondered this, I drew a boarder with hearts and flowers.

"Sorry it took me so long," said somebody in the doorway.

I jumped up and looked to see who it was. A tall guy, midnight black hair, almost matching dark eyes, glasses and a black book pressed to his side. He looked like somebody with mystery behind them. I watched him look me over; his gaze lingered on my book.

Quickly I slammed my book shut and shoved it my bag. "No problem, it didn't feel like any time had passed."

He pushed up his glasses. "That seat tends to do that. I'm Kyoya Otori by the way, and that is my seat."

I looked at the desk and stood up. "I'd introduce myself, but you know who I am."

He smirked and nodded. "I know all about you." When I reached the front of the room he stepped out of the door way so I could get by. "Shall we begin?"