I stared at the host club for seconds which felt like minutes. Their perfect appearances, their exquisite posture, and their elegant personality. I've heard so much about them.

Finally, after analyzing each and every one; especially Blondie, I ripped my eyes off them and searched for a place to hide for some time before all but Blondie was left. He was looking at his watch and glancing around the room. I knew it, he was looking for me.

"Blondie?" I called out, being able to reveal myself.

The edges of Blondie's lips tug up and he calls out,"Miss. Hathaway?"

I finally came out from behind the wall and rubbers the back of my neck while looking at him, nervously.

His violet eyes glazed towards me and his lips curled into a handsome smile.

"Miss. Hathaway, you look beautiful," he complimented, taking my hand.

I was flattered by his actions but pondered if he had done this same treatment to other girls. Not that I cared. At least I think.

We linked each other's arms and Blondie had started to lead me out to the ball room. Chatters erupted as soon as we entered the room and it frightened me a bit when everyone's attention was on me and Blondie.

"Tamaki!"

Blondie turned his head and spotted his friends; the Host Club, and waved, chuckling. I watched him act so carefree with his friends and felt a bit of envy cross my heart. I wish I could interact with people like that. Maybe even make friends...

Blondie noticed me and frowned,"Are you alright, Miss. Hathaway?"

I nod and return to my usual formal actions. Blondie, who I think his name was Tamaki, took his arm out from mine. I was shocked. Did he not want to be with me anymore?

When I was about to ask him if he wanted me to leave, his hand grasped my hand and intertwined his fingers through mine. It might've been a friendly gesture but it still made me flustered.

"Blondie-"

He stopped me with his free hand, and placed his forefinger on my lips to quiet me,"It's Tamaki; my Japanese name."

My face heated up entirely. Ta-ma-ki. That's... I need to search what that stands for when I return home on my translator.

"Um, okay," I stutter, looking away from his violet eyes that had literally sparkled when I caught a glance.

Tamaki chuckles and takes me to his Japanese friends and I blink at how welcoming they were. Well, except for one stoic teen who's height was probably two times taller than my own height.

"Kyoya Ootori, pleased to meet you and may I say your performance was spectacular tonight," another teen compliments in English, although not so fluent, as his glasses shone with dignity.

"You speak English very well for a foreigner. And thank you, I am glad you were satisfied with my performance," I replied, nothing but the usual words I had said to others.

Kyoya, smiled and clutched a certain black notebook in his hands before excusing himself and from his friends to go to the restroom.

A strange person, yet he's pretty intriguing..

"Hi, I'm Mitsukuni Hani! I am a senior at Ouran and even though I'm quite small for my age, I can still act mature~ Or.. maybe not," a boy with huge eyes and blonde hair introduced, smiling with delight, laughing to cover his nervousness.

I laughed genuinely and ruffled his hair,"I'm Alison Hathaway, although you might know me already. I'm only 16 years old and I would love to have some desserts with you, if you don't mind."

Hani's eyes started twinkling as his cheeks dusted with pink from excitement,"Hear that, Takashi? Alison likes desserts too!"

I took a look towards the silent boy as he nodded and kept his gaze on the wall.

Mysterious.. much?

"But Haruhi, you need to tell me what she's saying because I don't understand English~~" I heard Tamaki whining not too far in Japanese near another one of his friends.

His friend, Haruhi, I think, strangely seemed feminine and his eyes were also huge like Hani's. However, it would be rude of me to think that he is a female just because of his looks. I scolded myself.

"Hello, my name is Haruhi Fujioka. I'm a first year in Ouran and I am probably the most normal one in this group. I loved your performance, Alison," he smiled, cocking his head to the side to show his innocence.

I gave a kind smile back and realized that Haruhi was very good at speaking in English. Much better than any other foreigner I've ever heard. I was about to respond to him when there were two taps on my shoulder.

I turned around and almost fell back in surprise when two identical faces were shoved into mine. Their features were both the same and the only thing different about them was the fact that their bangs were both in the opposite way from each other.?

"Hmmm what do you think, Karou?" one of the twins murmured in Japanese, of course.

"She's not too shabby. I think we should befriend her," the other twin responds.

I was slightly curious on what they were talking about and worried that they were bad mouthing me as well.

"We're Hikaru and Karou." the two boys said roughly in English, winked, and stuck out their hands for me to shake.

I reluctantly shook their hands and gasped at how strong they were when they shook another's hand.

"Hikaru, Karou, don't just harass a girl like that!!!" Tamaki screams, rushing over to my side.

I didn't get the slightest hint of what the heck was going on but, I'm so glad I was beginning to feel like a new person.