The next day was uneventful. I planned to get into class at the last minute possible, leave it at the first moment possible, and become an unstoppable object in the halls. That way, Tamaki couldn't even touch me. Not that he could in the first place. On that particular day, he was absent. It made my life so much easier.

After school, I decided to stay after and study. Being at home to much made me depressed. The libraries were always full of people, so I settled with looking at everything in the lunch hall. It was quieter there, for some odd reason. What was the purpose of the library if all people were going to do was stand around and talk in it?

After I was finished with my math I sighed and put it away. I took out a book and opened it to the page I had left off at. My eyes rested on the page, but my mind was somewhere else. The words would not reach me. I might as just as well have been staring at ink splattered on a page. I reread the paragraph over and over, but I was getting nowhere.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder. "Hey Riku," said Haruhi.

I looked over my shoulder at him. He was the only sane one from the Host Club as far as I could recall. "Hello Haruhi! Is club over already?"

He shook his head. "There was no club today. Tamaki isn't feeling well. Apparently his absence makes club near impossible."

I smiled. "I'm actually quite relieved that he wasn't here. I was afraid he might try to persuade me to come again."

He tilted his head. "So yesterday you didn't want to come?"

"No. He got me to go because I had nothing else to do." I widened my eyes as I realized what I said. "Not that I didn't want to go to your club, well I kind of didn't, but it's just that…: I sighed. "Never mind…"

Haruhi smiled. "Let me guess. Tamaki was your first impression and you were scared everybody would be like that?"

"Yeah," I said, deciding to go with that excuse. I figured that if they didn't know already, they were better off not knowing.

Haruhi pointed at the spot across for me. "Is it okay if I sit?"

I nodded. "Sure! I was getting bored sitting here on my own."

He went over and placed his bag on the table by him before sitting down. "Do you not have friends here at the academy?"

"I do, but they had other things to do besides hang out with me today. They generally do."

"Then why are you here? Why not just go home and study?"

I shrugged. "I suppose I like the people. Being around people is enough for me. My house can feel empty sometimes." I bit my lip. Had I said to much? Why did I randomly rant? I needed to keep a better watch on what I say.

Haruhi didn't seem fazed, and showed no reaction to what was said at all. "Oh. I suppose that makes sense. I was thinking of going home. A lot better than here."

"Why not just call a driver?" I asked, twirling a pencil.

Haruhi looked slightly surprised. "I'm here on scholarship. I'm actually what you guys call a commoner."

I blushed from embarrassment. "Oh. I didn't know that was you. I overall tend to avoid chatter as gossip. It gets one nowhere."

He nodded. "Isn't that the truth." He reached into his bag and began looking through it for something. "So do you have plans for this weekend?'

I shook my head. "No, nothing planned. There rarely is anything planned ever."

He smiled. "Same here. Unless Tamaki decides the club needs to go on a random adventure. They can be so annoying…"

"Random adventure? Like what?"

Haruhi shrugged. "One time they came over to my house, and of the time they dabble in commoners stuff, like super markets and stuff. I think it's stupid."

"Sounds stupid," I mumbled. I glanced at my phone. "I should be getting home soon. My maid might get concerned."

"You only have one maid?"

"A few maids, actually, but they tend to alternate days or work in pairs. I find that when there are many maids, it becomes impersonal."

"That is an interesting way to think of that. Well I'll see you around, I guess."

…..…Later that day…

Kyoya answered the phone. "You're supposed to be in bed. It will make a swift recovery."

"But I want to know how everybody's days went," Tamaki whined. His stomach was hurting, so he had spent the whole day between his bed and the bathroom.

"Everybody had a fine day. Nothing eventful happened," Kyoya said casually. In his mind he thought You are the one who makes things eventful.

Tamaki smiled on the other end, although Kyoya couldn't see it. "And what about Riku? Does she absolutely hate me for making her attend club?"

Kyoya looked at Haruhi. "She doesn't hate him. And I found out about her weekend. No plans."

Kyoya repeated the 'Riku Report', as Tamaki had called it, into the phone. Then he smiled at Haruhi. "You can leave now. I won't sell those pictures and we'll have fancy tuna on Monday."

Haruhi grumbled. "I feel like a terrible person… Why does Senpai want to know, anyway?"

Tamaki heard her and nearly yelled. "Because she looks like she needed a friend!"

Haruhi rolled her eyes. "She has friends."

Tamaki continued to rant, but Kyoya hung up on him. "He gets annoying sometimes."

Haruhi looked at Kyoya. "What do you think he wants to know that for?"

Kyoya shrugged. "Tamaki is childish and random. We can only hope that Riku doesn't get the bad end of his foolishness."