Yours to Hold (An OHSHC fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter Two

By the time we reached the music room I was deeply regretting agreeing to this scheme of hers. It didn't matter if she had an appointment with one of the boys, I couldn't afford to be caught dead in a place like this! My uncle, despite his wishes for me to have some friends, probably wouldn't approve in the least of this host club, I remembered, consisted of seven gorgeous guys, well, six and a kid. They spent their club activity time entertaining girls who had nothing better to do but stop and ogle them. I'd have been better off going home and taking those hours of kendo practice I would have.

"Who's your favorite?" Chie asked suddenly, pausing outside of the doorway where there were dozens of girls milling around. "I mean, the appointment is already booked so it's not like you can choose if its someone other than the one I chose, but if you tell me then I can set you up for another time!" she gave me a pleased smile as I pretended to be giving the question thought. "I'm a regular, so I've even gotten Ootori-kun to give me a discount a few times. I'm sure I could get him to do the same for you on your first appointment!"

I'd rather be struck by lightning and burned at the stake.

"I'll give it some thought. I've never really paid attention to them before," I replied honestly.

Chie's eyes looked like they were about to bug out of her head.

"Really? Honestly?" she questioned, her tone full of disbelief. "Two of them are in our class! How could you not notice?" At that same moment she clasped her hands together and tilted her head back with what I guessed was supposed to be a pitying sigh. "They're so handsome, I don't know how you couldn't notice."

Taking a deep breath, I counted to ten in my head. Now I remembered why I'd never considered becoming friends with the only girl who consistently tried to talk to me. She was crazy and obsessive and over the top. Although, I guess you could use that to describe most of the girls in this school.

If it wasn't for the fact that my uncle had forced me to transfer here I'd drop out in a heartbeat. Just standing here made me feel like I was losing IQ points.

"I've been studying," I answered once I knew my voice would come out calm. "We are third years after all. The exams aren't that far off."

Chie pouted, but didn't bother to respond to that. After all, I was rather certain that she wasn't concerned about those. Knowing her she planned on simply depending on her parents until she married some rich CEO's son and had herself set for life. As all of this ran through my mind, the squeals of the girls got louder. It was at that time I realized the door into the music room was opening... great.

"Who did you say we were meeting with?" I mumbled under my breath as I was shoved forward by the crowd. It was the best I could do not to turn around and smack some sense into the girls behind us.

"I didn't," Chie answered, standing on the tips of her feet as the other girls rushed the hosts.

The seven hosts were posed in the center of the room, each in some position while simply wearing their pastel blue school uniforms. As I studied them, trying to figure what on earth about them happened to be driving these girls crazy, Chie suddenly excitedly began tapping on my shoulder. I once again had to resist the urge to slap away her hand.

"There, that one," she announced, pointing at the mentioned target.

My eyes followed her prompt and I could barely keep myself from laughing. So... she was some sort of lolicon? I thought only guys were into that. The host who she'd pointed out, while he was wearing the uniform of a high school student, looked like he had to either be in middle school or lower, he appeared to be the same age that my brother had been. It didn't help that he had a bunny clutched to his chest, and seemed to have his attention captured by the stand of cake across the room.