Rena hopped next to Yuubi. "Hey hey!"

"Hey!"

"Oh yeah! I was meaning to ask you… Yuubi, you are in a host club at Ouran?!"

"Oh yeah that. Haha!"

"What's it like? I heard the guys there are amazingly cute," she squealed.

"Huh?" Yuubi recalled images of the host members in her head. "I guess… I'm not really sure," she laughed, scratching the back of her head.

"Come on Yuubi! You're around them all the time! Why don't you try to date them?!"

"Because I don't like them like that!"

"So? They're rich…" she sighed and leaned back on the sofa. "You gotta snag them while you can Yuubi… when will you ever learn?"

"Ehh! I really don't care about that," Yuubi sighed and leaned back as well, looking at the ceiling. Her face was glowing red from the drinks, making her feel a little loopy. "Why can't people just love someone for who they are?" The whole group, hearing that statement, burst into laughter. "You guys! I'm suuuryyous," she laughed. "Why is it soooo funny to you guys?"

They just sighed and patted her on the shoulder, complimenting her with several "good one"s and "omg you're hilarious" until she gave up trying to show how serious she was and just continued singing and chatting with the others.

It wasn't long until she found Brian moving to the seat next to her again. They were almost about to leave. "Hey," he smiled, handing her another drink. "How did you enjoy the night?"

"Hey. And, it was pretttaaay fun," she replied, taking a sip from the drink. She didn't know why she was still drinking. She already felt dizzy, the temperature in her face rising higher by the minute.

"Let's leave together."

"That's okay. I can go home by myself."

"No, I don't you can. Jun seems to be taking your friend Rena home… I'll take you home"

"It's alright," she insisted. "I can go home by myself"

"No you can't," he said, bringing his face close to hers and looking at her straight in the eyes. "Trust me you can't go home alone. You can come with me or I can take you."

"Oh my god. Please let go of my hand. I can go home alone," she pleaded.

"Nope. Come on," he hugged her, walked to the street and flagged a cab. As soon as she knew it, they were in front of her doorstep. "Can I come in," he asked.

"Brian please, go home now," she asked. "It's like 3am in the morning and I have school tomorrow."

"Come on… just let me in," he leaned into her again. "I heard you don't like rich guys… I can be the first one you'll ever like… Come on."

"No, please." She attempted to push him away, but he resisted.

"Fine then… How about just a kiss, at least, for taking you home," he suddenly grabbed her face and forcefully pulled her soft lips against his, closing his eyes.

Her eyes widened in horror. What a filthy human being. She punched his chest and his face, desperately trying to push him away. She soon released herself by biting his lip really hard. He let go. Few tears began to run down her face as the event hit her. She couldn't believe that someone could be so forceful, so demanding, so unrefined. There were no signs of shame written across his face – all she saw on his face was a smirk of pride, pride that he had kissed by force, not through mutual liking, but on his own will.

"What the hell do you think I am," she scolded before she ran into her apartment and slammed the door. The event sobered her up a little bit; she washed, changed and got straight into bed. She sat on the bed for hours, leaning her back against the wall and bringing her knees close to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and rested her head on them, in disbelief of what had happened. It was 5am; she had school tomorrow, so she lied down on the bed and disappeared under her covers protecting herself from the cold air of her dark empty apartment and forcing herself to go to sleep.

Yuubi felt as if she was about to collapse during her subway ride to school the next morning. It was Friday. She had actually made her way onto campus without falling asleep. She walked towards her classroom 11-C, Algebra 2. She let out a loud sigh and concluded that she couldn't go. The teacher was far too stringent to let her sleep in the back corner; he would probably rip her to shreds. On that note, she drowsily turned her heel and headed towards the rooftop courtyard. She had never been there before but one of her regular clients constantly talked about the beauty of it.

After climbing up multiple grey steel stairs of the school's main building, she was there. She forcefully pushed the heavily metal door open to the rooftop and stepped inside. The leaves were still falling. The patches of grass were on platforms, about a foot or two off the ground. She walked lazily through the rooftop, dropped her bookbag and laid down on one of the grass platforms, beginning to doze off. No one could deny how tired she was. Whether the tire came from the lack of sleep or the disturbing memory of the last night was debatable.