The Host Club

"Hadlie!" My father yelled to me as I opened the door. I turned to look at him, already in the makeup for his show. "Don't forget your lunch!" He sang in a feminine voice he often used. My father, his long red hair, the name up, be was indeed a drag Queen. But I loved him for it, even though I hadn't been so close to my father after my mother had passed... I missed her.

"Thanks dad." I smiled at him and took my lunch graciously. "I'll see you after school."

"Have a good first day!" He yelled to me as I closed the door. "You're going to need it..." I heard him say faintly as I began to walk down our apartment stairs.

I had transferred to a private school, one where it was strictly overly privileged kids with rich parents. Then you had the few on scholarship, but there really weren't many.

It didn't take much time to get there, but once I was on campus I was thoroughly confused as to where to go. I ran a hand through my short brown hair, looking around the halls as I held out the small school map the lady had given me the other day.

With that, the bell rang, students flooding the hall. I yelped, fighting my way up the stairs to freedom.

"My lord." I muttered as I walked down the empty hall. "Why is everyone here so rude?"

I spotted a door, a music room to be in fact. I smiled a bit, holding that maybe there was a violin I could wind down to inside. I didn't have class for another hour or so.

I opened the door, looking around inside carefully to make sure no one was in there. After I took a few steps I noticed that this room couldn't be abandoned. It was gorgeous. Paintings hung on the walls, no doubt they were real. Tables and couches scattered the room, freshly plucked flowers decorated vases. "Whoa.." I mused, turning in a circle, as I looked up to the stealing.

Without noticing, I bumped into a pillar that sat on the ground. I turned quickly, trying to catch it, but it fell to the floor along with a vase that sat atop of it.

I let out a small screen, my hands covering my mouth. I had to get out of here before anyone-

"Well hello there..." A sly voice creeped from behind me. I slowly turned to see a tall man standing behind me. His glasses sat tightly to his face, his black hair messily places on purpose. He held a clip board in his hand, staring at me intently. "Can I help you?" He peered behind me to see the broken vase on the floor. "Oh my..."

"I'm so sorry!" I began, but he put his hand up to me.

"Tatum." He called over his shoulder.

"Yes, Kato?" A tall blonde man stood from a couch, his hands shoved in his pockets as he approached us. "Ah!" His face lit up as he saw me. "A guest! Well, welcome to the host club, my good sir." Sir?

"What are we going to do?" Kato asked, looking over Tatum. "He broke a ten thousand dollar vase."

"Oh my..." Tatum's voice was soft. "Well, you must simply pay us back!" He said enthusiastically.

"I..." I looked around nervously, a little embarrassed. "I, Uhm..." I sighed.

"You what?" Kato asked, looking down at me from over his glasses.

"I don't have that kind of money... I'm here on a scholarship..." I felt my cheeks flush red, I knew I wasn't rich like they were, but honestly? I was glad I wasn't. I wasn't a total jerk like they seemed to be.

They exchanged looks, but eventually Tatum smiled and shrugged. "Then the answer is obvious. You must pay us back by working in out host club!" He seemed the always be enthusiastic.

"I suppose that would work." Kato said as he flipped through a few papers on his clip board. "What's your name?"

"Hadlie." I looked both of them over, "What do you mean "working in the host club?" I felt so confused.

"The host club, my good Sir," again with the Sir. "Is our club!"

"And what is this club about?" I looked at them expectantly.

Tatum smiled at me, "The host club is a small club we put together with a few of our friends. We entertain young woman who fancy us." His brows furrowed. "It's a lot better then it sounds. But our job as host club members is to make every girl happy, and make our guests feel loved and comfortable for their stay. They don't pay that kind of money for nothing." They both laughed softly, Tatum wrapping his arm around my shoulders and towing me into the back of the room. "We must change you out of your street clothes and into a uniform!"

"I have my own..."

"No! You must wear ours, I insist!" He pushed open a door and pushed me in. Seconds after the door opened and a uniform was thrown in, "hurry hurry! We have a large crowd coming in today!"

What was I doing? My first day at school and I was already stuck doing something I didn't want. Stuck paying off a debt, that would probably take forever to pay off. I sighed and stripped my shirt off, a spaghetti strap laying underneath.

"Excuse me!" Tatum burst through the door, a pair of socks in his hand. "I forgot your-" his mouth hung open when he looked at me, taking me in for the first time I suppose. "You're a... A... Girl?!" He yelled, not in a mean way, but he was certainly outraged.

"Yes?" I asked, slipping the button up shirt on and turning to him. "What, did you think I was a boy?"

His face froze. "No... No of course not.. Heh..." He turned and peeked his head out the door, "Kato!" He yelled.

"What is it, Tatum?" He generally seemed bored with everything.

"Hadlie is a girl." He said bluntly.

Katos eyes drifted over to me, "Is that true?" I nodded. "Well, that's an unexpected surprise." He tapped a pen to his lips. "You can pass as a boy, so you will be a boy." His eyes met mine. "Do you understand?" Another nod. "We don't have any trouble here do we? You don't want your family being in debt for a very long time, do you?"

I quickly shook my head, "No, I can do it." I nodded. "It doesn't really matter to me anyway."

Tatum still looked very uncomfortable, but Kato pushed him out of the room. "We will leave you to get dressed. Quickly, you have much to learn."