Chapter Three: A New School

A/N: I know. Another Chapter. I'm sorry. I hope I'm not overwheliming anyone. Remember, I do not how OHSHC. Thanks! Read and Review!

The apartment I found was nice and cozy. I managed to unpack and get everything ready for tomorrow which was when I started school with Kyoya at Ouran Academy.

The next morning I opened the box to find a laptop, a black leather notbook, my schedule for school and a yellow dress with a note pinned to it stating that it was the girls uniform for the school.

"Oh hell to the no," I said to myself. I'm going to have to ask for an exception. Sighing I looked at the schedule. With it came Kyoy's schedule and it turned out that we would be taking the same class which made sense since I had to be with him n order to do my job. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that I would have no time to do my workout. So I decided to just do it in the mornings.

Around si in the morning, I texted my mom and let her know how everything was going and such. then at seven, I went to Kyoya's room dressed and ready to find that he was still asleep.

"Kyoya," I said poking him in the shoulder. " Wake up." He didn't budge. I started to shake him only to end up pinned under him.

"No more shaking," he growled. So he didn't like to e waken up, huh?

"Then wake your ass up and get the hell off of me," I said. he looked at me and the position we were in and finally got off of me. without another word, he went to take a shower.

'Wow,' I thought. 'At least that's one thing we have in common.'

He was up and ready by seven thirty. On the way out, he looked at me. "Why aren't you wearing your uniform?"

"Sorry, I am NOT wearing the banana suit dress."

"Hmmmmmm..." then I sat there and watched as Kyoya took out a black leather notebook exactly like the one I found in the box. What was it for?

We got into the limo and headed off to school. On the way there, Kyoya decided it was time for a briefing.

"Kya, please get out the black notebook and your laptop."

I did as was told only to have him snatch it out of my hands and start working on it. I wanted to point out that was rude thing to do but he wasn't paying any attention to me anyway. After about ten minutes, he gave the laptop back to me. I looked to see that there were now five newly installed programs on the laptop. How on earth did he do that? I swear my deprived knowledge of computers were going to kick me in the ass one day.

Then Kyoya pointed at my notebook, "As you saw, I have the same notebook. Everything you see or hear that is even remotely important is to be written in this notebook. Do you understand?"

I nodded and then my phone started to ring. I let it ring for a minute until Kyoya said something, which I ignored and answered my phone.

"Kya."

"Good morning, honey."

"Mom!" I smiled happily excited to hear my mom's voice.

Kyoya's POV

According to him

I'm beautiful, incredible

he can't get me out of his head

According to him

I'm funny, irresistable

Everything he ever wanted

(According to you; Orianthi)

'That was her ringtone?' I thought. 'It doesn't sound like any singer I've heard of. Who is singing?'

I looked over at her to see that she hadn't answered her phone yet.

"Are you going to answer that?" I askes. She didn't answer so I guess she ignored me. But she did answer her iPhone.

"Kya."

Something from the other end.

"Mom!"

So it was her mother. I really should have expected this. I've never seen two people so close in my life. They were closer than my onee-chan (sister) Fuyumi and her husband and they've been nothng but close. i was almost afraid the Kya wouldn't accept the job because I could immediately tell that she was constantly worred about her mother and couldn't even stand letting her mother out of her sight. It was fortunate that she had asked her mother's permission before taking the job or else she wouldn't be my assistant right now. How close they were and how much Kya worried made me wonder. As far as I would see her mother was in good health, so what was bothering Kya so much when it came to her mom?

I heard my name come from Kya's mouth and started listening to the supposed private conversation.

"He's fine, Mom. Yeah. No troubles so far. . . . . . . Mom, he may not come back. I know you miss him, Mom. So do I."

They had to have started talking about another 'him' because Kya's voice softened as they talked about him. Why did they miss him? Who might not come back? 'Why did I care? What did I gain from this?' I thought. It bothered me that I wondered about this girl. Just because I couldn't find anything on her from the records doesn't mean that I was going to sit here and ask her outright.

"Yeah. Love you, Mom. Always." Kya waited a second before hanging up and end the call.

She murmured something.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing."

Now it bothered me that she wouldn't tell me.

Kya's POV

We finally arrived at the school. I had just finished talking on an unexpected call from my mom. It saddened me that she was thinking about Tray.

Tray was my father. . . . . is my father. He was in the Army and had been ordered to go to Afghanistan for the war. We haven't seen him in two years and we hated it. I hated it. It made me wonder if I was ever going to see him again. He knew Mom was ill and he hadn't written or called or anything. It was driving me nuts. It made my mom and I think that we were never going to see him again.

"We're here," Kyoya said. I put all thoughts about my father aside. I got out of the limo and loomed up at the school It was. . . pink.

Kyoya and I went inside. I was starting to follow him when I realized that I had to go to administration.

"Kyoya-"

"I know you have to talk to Suoh-sama about your uniform. We're headed that way right now."

I was a little surprised at the fact that he knew what I needed to do but I followed him anyways. I assumed Suoh-sama was the principle of this place.

Suoh-sama the Chairman of Ouran Private Academy let me wear the guys' uniform (which was a lot better) and said that I could wear it like that for the rest of the year.

Kyoya and I soon got to class just as the bell rang. I took the seat next to him and behind Kyoya was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy who was staring at me.

During our classes, I just had to file some of Kyoya's grades or classwork or homework. When the last bell rang, I looked at the schedule to see that the next two hours were used for club activities. I followed Kyoya as we walked down a hall.

"Are you in a club, Kyoya?" I asked trying to sound polite. When I was just around Kyoya I let a little of my real self out such as my habit for vulgar language.

"Yes," was all he said.

"What kind of club?"

"A host club."

Host Club?

"Kyoya, what is a 'host club' exactly?"

He turned and smirked at me. "You'll see." Then he continues to walk down the hall.

A few minutes later, we came upon Music Room #3. When Kyoya opened the door, rose petals went flying everywhere and we heard a smooth, "Welcome."

What I saw before me were five really handsome boys standing around the blonde boy from Kyoya's and my class and each of them had a rose of a different color in their hands.

'What am I getting into with this job?' I thought.

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