My second fanfic! Although this chapter is very short and isn't all that funny, please bear with me. I'm still getting everything sorted out.

Please read and review! Author's notes are in bold.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice, although I would love to.

Chapter 1 ~ You're Going Down, Polka Dots!

By ShiroKoneko

"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change

And breakaway" (A/N: I don't really like this song, but it fits perfectly. You should play it while reading)

Natsume's POV

I yawned and ran a hand through my tousled raven hair. Immediately, all the girls in the vicinity squealed. I scowled at them. Can't they just leave me alone?

I was blessed with good looks. I was seventeen, but girls older than twenty-five still swooned over me. My hair was black, my eyes crimson. I had a lean frame, not bulky, but still muscled. I was said to be a genius and I was athletic as well.

The only thing I didn't have was money.

Which was the whole reason why I was here, in Tokyo's Alice Academy for future musicians. The most famous school of music in the world.

It hadn't been easy for me in the past few months. Getting accepted into Alice Academy was backbreaking work. I'd written several songs and recorded a few as well. Along with my work as a waiter, my song-writing had put me into an exhausted state.

"Natsume?" My best friend, Ruka, tapped my shoulder. "We've arrived." Cheer erupted from my other friends, Mochu and Kitsune-me, as we walked up to the academy gates.

It was fricken huge.

A guard checked our passes and opened the gates. We entered proudly, the ragtag group from Nagoya.

Hang in there, mother, father, Aoi. I will become the best, and earn money for our family. (A/N: Sorry for the cheesiness...)

Mikan's POV

The crowd cheered, some throwing confetti, as I finished my song.

The announcer, my friend Kokoro Yome (Koko for short), applauded heartily. "That was Sakura Mikan, our top pop singer! Give her a hand!" The applause doubled. I could hear catcalls.

I waved and left the stage. My friends Hotaru, Anna, and Nonoko were waiting backstage.

"Great job, Mikan!" Anna exclaimed, her pink locks bouncing up and down. Her cerulean eyes were wide with admiration. "Man, I wish I could sing like that!" Nonoko voiced her agreement. Nonoko had blue hair and blue eyes. (A/N: I wasn't really sure about their eye colors, but oh well)

Hotaru stared at me with her violet eyes. Her raven hair was cut short, giving her a childish look that totally contrasted her cold expression. She was by far the smartest and prettiest of us four. "You should have done better," she stated. "Your voice slowed near the end." It was supposed to. But it would be suicide to tell that to Hotaru, so I kept my big mouth shut.

I sighed. "I know. Sorry." I was a pretty bad liar, but Hotaru just shrugged and walked away, elegant and refined as always.

She knew me well. Unlike the other students, she understood me fully.

Everyone knew I was rich. Everyone thought I attended Alice Academy because I wanted to be a pop star for the fame and glory of being a celebrity.

They were so wrong on the second one.

My parents both died in a car crash. I had inherited a lot of money from them, as they had been filthy rich. My mother had been a businesswoman, but she had dreamed of being a pop star. My love of music came from her. And her dream was going to be fulfilled through me. Hopefully.

I composed more lyrics in my mind for my next song. I was driven to become the best. No one could beat me simply because I was more determined than them.

Plus, I was a better singer. It was as simple as that.

Natsume's POV

The pop/hip-hop teacher, Mouri Reo, smiled as he introduced our group. The girls started whispering. The majority squealed. I groaned mentally and clutched my electric guitar tightly. Not more fangirls. And I'd thought that the girls in Alice Academy would be different.

"From what I heard on your recordings, you guys are almost as good as our best pop student, Sakura Mikan." Cherry blossom tangerine? What a weird name. The name gave me a picture of a girl with pink hair and orange eyes. Creepy.

"Nah, I bet we're better," I replied. Ruka nodded in agreement. The students gasped. "Who is this Sakura Mikan anyways?" I guessed it was another brainless slut. She'd probably swooned at the sight of me. Beating her would be a piece of cake. (A/N: So wrong, Natsu-chan.)

"I'm Mikan, the best in the Academy." A girl with waist-length auburn hair and hazel eyes stood up and walked to the front. Wow, she wasn't blushing or anything. A historic first.

She was pretty, in a childish sort of way. But there was no way that little girl could beat me. Besides, she was probably spoiled like hell, and lacked determination. I was driven. I had to win.

She bent over and tied her shoe. I waited as she fiddled with the laces. A minute passed. It took her a minute to tie her shoelaces? What a stupid girl. Slowly, she stood up and stared at me. "There is no way you're going to beat me."

I gazed into her hazel eyes. "Well, guess what? You're going down, Polka Dots."

She looked confused. "Polka… what? What the hell are you talking…" She stared at me, bewildered. I saw her eyes widen as the answer finally hit her.

What a dense girl.

The hostility emanating from her increased suddenly. "YOU PERVERT!" She screamed. "HOW DARE YOU PEEK AT MY PANTIES!?!" The students sitting in the front row clamped their hands over their ears as her shrill voice rose two octaves. Reo winced.

I had to stop myself from snickering. Whoa, someone has anger management issues. She seriously needed to see a counselor.

"Chill, Polka Dots." I kept my voice cool. "You were the one who showed them to me by bending over. Idiot." I ran a hand through my tousled raven hair, making the majority of the girls swoon.

This Sakura girl wasn't affected. Interesting.

"Don't get so cocky, jerk." She glared at me. "I won't be beaten. Ever. Especially not by the likes of you."

I smirked. "Was that a challenge?"

She gave me a bright smile, stunning me. Whoa, talk about mood swings! That girl definitely has issues. "Bring it on, jerk!" She met my gaze squarely, excitement in her hazel orbs. Her earlier anger had apparently been forgotten.

And thus, the battle began. Little did I know, beating Sakura Mikan would be harder than I thought.

Yeah, sorry it's so short. I feel bad. It's not even two thousand words. Sorry everyone... I wanted to end it when he said "You're going down, Polka Dots" but that would be way too short.

Reviews? Criticism and suggestions are welcome, but no flames please. If you hate it, then don't read it.

And please read my other story, Opposites Attract. It's a lot better than this one, although this one was supposed to be more organized. But it sort of backfired.

Please review!

~ShiroKoneko