So I know I'm being mean by starting up a new story when I have so many that are not finished and have people begging them to be. However, lately I have been getting more ideas for other things rather than what I have been writing.

So, this I had going on for a while and decided, why not put it out there? I have some ideas coming for my other stories but they are just stuck in writer's block.

And thank you love for working with me as my beta, I owe you :)

Anyway, here is the first chapter to Commoner's High School (I do not own Ouran High School Host Club).

Enjoy!

It was a peaceful day at Ouran Academy. White doves were flying around the pale pink clock tower. The sky was bright blue, without a single cloud obscuring the view.

Within the private school, lies a club in a meeting. The Host Club of Ouran Academy were finishing entertaining their guests and getting ready to clean up from today's role-play.

"Haruhi!" A yell echoed throughout the room, shattering the peaceful atmosphere around the named host. With an annoyed sigh, Haruhi looked up to see the president of the club, Tamaki Souh standing next to her.

"Yeah?" came her bored reply. By now, the girls had left and now the Hosts remained. The cleaning up had finished and Haruhi would have left by now and yet, she still sat at one of the tables.

"We're not going to be in school tomorrow," Tamaki informed the only female of the Host Club. This information pricked Haruhi's interest, so she looked up once again.

"Oh?" she answered, turning her body to face the club president. Tamaki suddenly launched into a dramatic speech about his 'precious daughter' finally acknowledging him. Haruhi sighed and turned back to her binders, scribbling down some notes. Unlike these damn rich bastards, Haruhi had to keep her grades from slipping if she wanted to stay. And she wouldn't be able to finish fixing her notes if she kept getting distracted by the idiot president.

A raven-haired, cool-typed teen stood on the other side of the room, watching Haruhi. She had papers, binders, and bags all around her at the table she sat at. He noticed that when she found something in those papers that annoyed her, she would tug on her bangs, which was quite often.

Kyoya walked over to the table when his curiosity got the best of him. Looking over the female's shoulder, Kyoya saw what annoyed her. Sloppily written notes were being transferred to a more neatly written format, yet some words were blurred or completely illegible.

"And… Done, finally!" Haruhi said as she put the last note on the last paper she had to write. Everything was sorted out and ready to go, ready to be studied thoroughly. "Oh, hello sempai," she said when she noticed Kyoya standing there next to her.

"Haruhi," he greeted. Haruhi then noticed that Tamaki was still going on his speech.

"What's your point sempai? Why won't we be in school?" Haruhi asked, completely annoyed at the blond.

"Huh? Oh yes, we won't be in school because the Host Club will be taking a field trip to a commoner's school!" Tamaki exclaimed excitedly.

Kyoya turned to look at him with a neutral expression, though his eyebrows were raised. Haruhi's jaw dropped and she stood up.

"What? Are you insane?" Haruhi yelled. If they go to any public school that had any of her old classmates or teachers, she would die.

"We aren't going to a high school, they have exams right now. So instead, we're going to a middle school," Tamaki went on as though she didn't say anything. Haruhi's fear grew. "But once the exams are over, we'll go to the high school."

"B-but…"

"We'll even be going to your old middle school, Haruhi!" Tamaki finished excitedly.

The world stopped moving. Haruhi could feel her body shut down. So many things felt as though they were against her right now. There were things from her commoner life that she would have preferred and hoped to not have brought up… Ever.

"I… I have to go now!" Haruhi exclaimed as she packed her bags and ran out the door. It only took a few seconds for her to be out of the abandoned music room. The Host Club members were watching her.

"What was all that about?" Hikaru asked, looking up from his videogame, Kaoru sitting next to him.

"What There's something wrong with my little, precious daughter? Mon ami, why didn't you tell me!" Tamaki pleaded with Kyoya. A silent sigh escaped the raven haired teen and stood up, picking his bag up with him.

"I'm going home," Kyoya muttered as he made his way out of the abandoned music room. Once he got outside, he saw Haruhi talking frantically on the phone. As he got closer, out of curiousity to what she was talking about to whoever she was on the phone with, he heard her speaking.

"Why the hell would you let Tamaki Souh into the school?" Silence followed after and he assumed that there was a reply being given. Then, "You could have refused, Mr. Principal! Yes, that is sarcasm you dolt! You could have said no! Please cancel the plans with that idiot president!" Haruhi basically begged. Kyoya could hear the whine of desperation in her voice as he watched.

Haruhi slowly hung up her phone and sighed. "My life is so over..." She straightened her back and looked up, finally noticing her sempai. "K-Kyoya-sempai... How long have you been there?" she asked nervously. Kyoya cleared his throat and decided to give a little lie.

"I had just arrived. What are you still doing here? I would have thought you would already be on your way home," he amended as he came to stand in front of the first-year host. Haruhi looked away and shrugged.

"I had to make a quick phone call to my dad, that's all. I'm heading home now," Haruhi said as she watched a black car come up. Kyoya looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes as he realized it wasn't his driver.

An old man wearing a driver's uniform came out, smiling at the pair as he came over to open the back door which made his white mustache wrinkle with him.

"Ms. Fujioka, your grandfather sent me to pick you up. He wishes to speak with you," the old man said in a soft voice. Haruhi sighed, apparently forgetting who was standing next to her.

"Did he now? Guess I should go talk to him then," she muttered as she walked slowly over to the car door. Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder at her frozen sempai, smiling. "Please don't mention this to the other hosts, or anyone else, sempai. I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she climbed into the car, shutting the door behind her.

The old man tipped his black hat to the young man standing in front of him and quickly got into driver's seat. Kyoya stood there, shellshocked as the black car that looked more expensive than his own drove away from the curb and off the school grounds.

He was brought from his thoughts as his own driver pulled up. He slowly got in and watched as his driver closed the door behind him. Laying his head back to relax, his thoughts drifted.

Who is Haruhi Fujioka?

So? Is it bad? Good? Review and let me know.

Thank you love for pre-reading again, can't wait to see you again. Now...

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