Take Me To Neverland
First, I broke his car window with a baseball bat. Second, I pushed him at a mud puddle when he followed me home. Third, I messed up his clothes by puking at him. And now tell me, you think this is a love story?
Chapter 1
"You're late. AGAIN!" My boss, Kitsuneme, shouted to me. I scowled. "Blame the traffic." I mumbled to him. His slanted eyes glared right at me. I rolled my eyes and he grumbled.
"If only you weren't Nonoko's best friend, I would have fired you!"
I smiled at him. "Yeah. And when you do, she'll fire you're ass up." Kitsuneme glared at me. "I just wish you use your mouth to good purposes, Mikan." He sighed and sat down at his stupid chair that has wheels.
Hi. My name is Sakura Mikan. I have a mother named Yuka. I've walked this earth for 16 years. No, I don't study because I'm suffering this syndrome called 'no money'. I have three best friends; Ogasawara Nonoko, Umenomiya Anna, Shouda Sumire and Imai Hotaru.
I have brown hair that is so much a bother that I just let it be what it is and brown eyes. Wait. Since when did I cared about looks? I work at a book store. Which is probably the best job ever because people rarely read books this days.
Kitsuneme was drinking coffee and reading a magazine; I'm guessing it's porn. The door opened, making the chimes clink. I turned my back first to put my shoes away from the views of our humble customers because it was lying limply besides the cash register.
"Hag, where is my tennis magazine?"
My eyebrow twitched at the stupid nickname my twelve year-old neighbor, Hijiri Yoichi calls me. I turned to him and glared at him; my hands at my sides. "You say that again and I'm telling your mother." He scowled at me.
"Just give me my magazine, hag." He repeated it. Seriously, if I weren't so nice, this stupid kid wouldn't live until today. I grumbled at him and mumbled some colorful words under my breathe as I handed him his copy of his tennis magazine.
He snagged it away quickly from my hand and that just made me hate him more. Yoichi brat smiled at me, but I knew better. "Thanks a lot." He started walking outside, and I was a bit surprised that he didn't added his favorite word.
"Hag." He smiled at me again as he closed the door. My fists tightened and I glared at him as he walked-off. "Annoying brat!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I heard Kitsuneme chuckle from his favorite spot by the window.
I glared at him too. "Oh, and he doesn't call you 'scum', 'slanty' and 'ugly old man'?" I throwed at him. Kitsuneme looked surprise for a second. Heh. He never knew it by a memorized all the verbal barbs Yoichi brat throws at him.
Kitsuneme snorted at me and sipped his coffee. "Shut up, Mikan."
I huffed at him and put my tongue out at him. He just ignored me and continued reading. Seriously, can you even read something at porn? You obviously just stare at the pictures of stupid girls showing their bodies.
It seriously annoys the hill out of me. It makes me feel ashamed that I belong to the group of female species.
"You know Mikan, you should stop being a sarcastic and violent girl with a hot temper. Try to be nice and quiet and maybe you'll get a boyfriend." Kitsuneme said behind his magazine. I glared at him.
I picked-up my shoe and throwed it at his magazine, not at his shoe. He squealed, then, he placed his magazine down to glare at me. "What is wrong with you! Girls aren't supposed to be violent and troublesome!"
I chuckled at him and folded my arms. "Well, sorry to break this to you, but girls are violent these days. And with what you stated minutes ago, that's a prickly lie. Who ever said I want a boyfriend? I'm miss independent and I love it that way."
Kitsuneme muttered something under his breathe and I just sighed in annoyance. "Whatever. I just need to resist an hour with you, and I'm getting my money." He glared at me.
"You absolutely do nothing here!" He spatted at me. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up."
It was 8:00 PM by the time I was out of the door. For the night shift was none other than Nonoko. But seriously, I think the both of them do some stuff together when they're alone. I sighed. 'I hope they use protection..'
I've got all the money I've collected from all my jobs for this week at my black shoulder bag. I began walking to the bus stop, when I felt someone's shadow looming behind me. No, not just someone; because there were two guys behind me right now.
My eyes began to narrow. 'Uh-oh.' My body rotated behind and what I did was to use my womanly insticts; a kick at their outer reproductive system. I heard the man groan in pain. I was a bit surprise when I saw that he was holding a baseball bat.
The other man kicked me by the knees, and as I fell down too, he grabbed my shoulder bag. He. Did. Not! I took the baseball bat when the man started running.
So what I did was to follow him. Well, after hitting the man who was down on his knees with my feet first. I was gritting my teeth as I quickly ran after him. He was running around the small parking lot in-front of the convenient store.
I swinged the bat, but he was quickly out of my way. "DAMN YOU!" I shouted as he dodged again. Finally, after chasing him around, I got him locked at the side of a black car. I smirked at him; showing him my teeth. Who cares if there was spinach stuck there!
"As my favorite villain says, 'knock em' dead'." I swinged the bat, but sadly, the man dodged again, and I hit the car window. He ran quickly, as I stare at the broken car window with wide eyes. It's alarm went off, and all I was doing was staring at it.
A policeman arrived, and he gasped. "YOU!" I didn't even bothered running as he cuffed both of my hands behind me.
I sighed in annoyance. "But sir, my shoulder bag was stolen, I was being followed by two men, one has a baseball bat, so I knocked the other one first, then, the second one ran, so I followed him, then, when I hit him, he dodged, making the car window to come in touch with the bat!"
The policeman's eyes narrowed at me. "Hmm. I don't know, but your story seems unbelievable to me." I scoffed. "Oh, believe me. I don't believe it too." He glared at me and I muttered "Police Pumpkins" under my breathe.
The phone ringed and when he answered it, his eyebrows seemed to rise. "You know whose the owner of the car?" I didn't know why but somehow, I just felt the need to roll my eyes.
After a few seconds, I noticed that the policeman's smug expression turned sour and that his eyes were widening. "You're kidding me." Huh?
"It's his car!"
The policeman was standing-up from his seat. "Oh, dear God." He placed the phone down and turned to me. "You are in trouble, missy."
My brows furrowed in confusion. "Eh? What?" He touched my shoulders and began shaking me. "The car window you smashed into a thousand pieces is owned by Hyuuga Natsume!"
I frozed right on the spot. I'm not stupid to not know who Hyuuga Natsume is. Hyuuga Natsume is a billionaire. No, make that trillionaire. He is rich, talented and intelligent. And Sumire keeps telling me he is hot, even though his face makes me laugh.
"DAMN YOU!" I screamed again.
"Hey, wake-up."
I mumbled something that even I don't know what under my breathe as a hand was shaking my shoulder. "Shut up." I said as I continue to shut my eyes close and sleep.
I can't believe that I spend the night in jail though. But whatever, I'm going to sleep. After saying every curse word I knew last night, I was dead tired.
"Wake-up. You were the one who broke my car. At least explain yourself."
I stood-up straight as something sunked into my brain; it was Hyuuga Natsume. "Ouch." I noticed that when I stood-up, I hit his head with my head. "Oh, sorry." I apologized. He looked-up and I saw his red eyes. Hmm, weird eye color.
"Care to explain why you broke the window of my car?" He asked with a raised brow. I gulped; praying to dear God that I should be able to manage to explain things to him without sounding like an idiotic girl who can't even swing a bat accurately.
"That sounds unbelievable." Hyuuga Natsume said with crossed arms and a sigh. The policeman who was walking by gave me a look that says 'I told you so'. I glared at him and I saw him rolled his eyes. Afterwards, I turned back to Hyuuga Natsume.
"Look, do you want me to repeat it? I mean, my mother is probably hyperventilating by now why her daughter is still not home." I told him with crossed arms. He shrugged. "Well, I don't think there's anymore problems here."
I smiled at, stood-up, and patted his shoulder as I walked out of the police station. "Thanks a lot, Hyuuga Natsume."
He was ever so kind to bail me out of jail, but he still didn't believe my story though. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see that it was him. He was wearing black slacks, a maroon polo with a black necktie and his coat at his right arm.
"I'll give you a ride home. I'm sorry that I doubt you. And for your money, I could pay you back." He said as his raven hair fall at his crimson red eyes. I smiled. "I would not refuse that offer."
Somehow, I think I saw the corners of his lips go up a bit. 'Oh, well. Whatever.' He pressed this key something, opening the doors automatically. I opened it and got in. He switched the engine on, and ushered me to buckle up.
The radio wasn't open, and it was a silent ride back to my home. I gave him the directions, and right before I notice it, I was in-front of a blue duplex with a green roof, also known as my house.
I opened the door myself before Hyuuga Natsume can even go out. I was surprised when his hand held my wrist, stopping me from opening the door. "Wait a minute."
My brows furrowed in confusion. But I decided to obey him; and so I closed the door and folded my arms to listent to what he got to say.
"What did the snatchers took from you?" He asked nonchalantly as he ran his right hand to his raven locks. I was taken aback by his question, but decided to answer it truthfully.
I fiddled with my fingers as I answered. "I just got out from work. I got my pay, and what I usually do is to put the money I got from my jobs at my black handbag. Then, I realized that someone was following me. This one guy took my bag. It has all my money."
I saw from the corner of my eye that he was ruffling his hair. I started to become impatient, so I said, "I'm leaving now." I opened the door and got out. I didn't turned my head to look at him, but in a way, I know that he was following me.
"Stop following me." I said; loud enough for him to here, but not to wake-up the neighborhood because it was 7:00 AM. But when I said it though, I wasn't looking at him. I huffed as I stopped. To my annoyance, he stopped too.
I took two steps, and he too took two steps. My temper flared, so I turned around, grabbed his arm, and pushed him at the mud paddle that was right beside him. "STOP FOLLOWING ME, DAMN IT!" I ran to the gate of our house, panting.
My eyes widened as I realized what I did. 'I broke his car window, and pushed him at a mud puddle. And he is Hyuuga Natsume.' My breathing hitched, 'Crap.'
Hello dear readers! You must have know me from my other G.A stories, but this one is a brand new project! I guess I needed time to freshen up from You're Way Better Than The Girls and write something new :D Tell me if I should continue, and I will!
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P.S: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! I won't be able to update after Christmas because at Dec. 29, I'll be an official teenager and I want to celebrate xD (Yes, I'm still 12).