"Okay, so compared to Spain, England's attempt at colonization was a complete and utter embarrassment..." I mutter, nose deep into my history book. My teacher likes springing pop quizzes on us, so you can never be too sure. I'm rereading the parts highlighted throughout the paragraphs and saying them out loud. It helps with memorization.

Lunch break at Ouran is around an hour, meaning one whole hour of prime study-time. I usually eat while studying to maximize the break. In between bites of my sandwich, I mutter facts about the French and Indian war to myself. I stare at my messy notes, trying to distinguish the chicken scratch.

Geez, my handwriting is all over the place. I think, kicking myself for such sloppy penmanship.

While making out whatever it is I wrote down, an acorn hits my head. I ignore it, assuming it's just some birds or a squirrel or something. Seconds later, another hits me. Then another.

"What the hell?" I put my book down, stand up, and look up into the tall tree. I'm squinting behind my glasses, trying to find the source of my annoyance.

Suddenly, another acorn drops. It falls right on the thick frames, making a clink noise. I yelp, surprised, and fall down on my butt.

I immediately take off my glasses and panic. Hopefully they're not damaged; I lost my contacts and these are my only pair. While inspecting them, I hear a voice call out to me.

"Oh no, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" it says.

I rub my sleeve over the lenses. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine." I look up to see the voice's owner and see a little blond boy holding a pink rabbit perched on a branch. That's peculiar. Is he even in high school? He has an Ouran jacket, though, so he must be.

"Sorry again. Usa-chan and I were just playing; I didn't even notice you down there," he says, holding up the pink stuffed animal for me to see, "I'm Mitsukuni, but you can just call me Honey, okay? I'm a third year."

Wait, he's a third year? He looks so young. "Uh, nice to meet you, Honey-senpai. I'm Haruhi."

"You should come by the host club after school today, Haru-chan! I don't know what kind of boys you like, but there's a match for everyone there."

"Excuse me?" I gawk at Honey, speechless.

He taps his finger on his cheek, then says, "Your hair's so short, too, kind of like a boy! That's so cute." He smiles innocently.

Are you hearing this from heaven, Mom? This little boy who's actually two years older than me is asking me to go a host club. A host club, Mom.

I stagger back, overwhelmed. "I, uh...I don't know..."

"You could even request me! Takashi, too, but I always have cake, so we could definitely share. Do you like strawberries?"

"Who's Takashi?"

Honey points a figure to his left. "This is my cousin, Takashi. Just call him Mori, though. Takashi, this is Haru-chan."

I look again into the tree. Hidden in the thick foliage is a tall raven-haired boy staring down at me. His dark eyes blink at me and he says in a low voice, "Nice to meet you."

A loud bell chimes signaling lunch is over, ringing in my ears. Honey and his cousin jump down from the tree with ease. I bend down and scramble to gather my things.

"I'll see you at the host club, Haru-chan!" Honey calls out, waving at me, sitting on the boy's shoulders.

I wave back awkwardly. My face flushes as I watch the tall boy walk away.