Hey guys! So I'm back with a new story, sort of lol. I just wanted to say thank you for all your support on my previous ones. You guys are the reason why I keep on writing :)

Anyway, I've had this story for a while, wrote the first few chapters a while back and I was feeling inspired to continue it. I just had this idea then wrote some chapters, and I didn't really know what to do with it. So I really wanted your guys' opinion, so I decided to post the first chapter and let me know what you think or if you want me to continue it and make into a story.

IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS STORY IS DIFFERENT FROM MY PREVIOUS ONES. I WANTED TO STEP OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE AND TRY DIFFERENT WRITING STYLES. SO WHAT I'M SAYING IS, THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES (LANGUAGE, SEX, ETC.) BUT DON'T WORRY IT'S STILL RATED 13. BUT IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THAT, IT'S OKAY, AND MAYBE THIS ISN'T FOR YOU. BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS STILL GIVE IT A CHANCE BECAUSE I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT.

That's it. Thanks ilysm x

I woke up feeling disoriented. My head was pounding and the room smelt... different. I opened my eyes, slowly and examined my surroundings. The room had plain white walls, and it was neat. Too neat, that it obviously wasn't my room. There was a study table right across the bed, which had a few items on the desk, namely a laptop, a few textbooks and a notebook. Jesus, who one earth could keep a study table so neat? Then, it hit me. I froze as realization came over me like a tidal wave. I knew exactly whose room this was. Hoping that what I was thinking didn't happen (which seemed less likely), I glanced beside me and saw a sleeping figure. He was lying on his stomach, with no shirt on, his blanket covering half of his body. So I could definitely see his toned back, which had a couple of scratch marks on them. And I knew for sure, I was fucked, literally and figuratively.

I just slept with my friend's younger brother.

I slept with Natsume Hyuuga.

There was no denying it. I checked under the blankets and for sure, we were both naked. "Shit," I whispered, to myself, wondering how on earth could I have been so goddamn stupid. But on my defense, it was Aoi's twenty-first birthday party last night and she held it in this house, and it had been so long since I let loose so I decided I would make the best of last night. But I had no idea I would end up sleeping with her brother, who was two years younger than me! Now that you think about it, two years isn't such a long gap, but Natsume was eighteen, and I was turning twenty-one in the fall. And besides, he was off-limits. Everyone knows you can't date your friends' siblings. Let alone have sex with them! Oh my God, if Aoi found out, she would kill me.

There was no time to waste. Natsume was still sleeping soundly next to me, so I got out of the bed as quietly as I could, and looked for my clothes. I managed to find my top, bra and skirt (which was thrown on his study table chair), but my underwear was nowhere to be found. Fuck, of all the things I could leave, it would be my underwear. God knows where Natsume could have thrown that thing, but I didn't care now. I got dressed as quickly as possible, grabbed my purse, which was under the bed, and left the room as quietly as possible.

I prayed to God that nobody in this house would be awake or else I might just loose it. Thankfully when I checked the time on phone, it was only 10:30 in the morning, and I knew for sure Aoi wouldn't get up until noon whenever she had these parties. As I did the walk of shame, I noticed that this house was a complete mess. I kind of felt sorry for leaving Aoi to clean up, but it was crucial that I escape this screwed up situation as soon as possible. So when I finally stepped out the door, and ran safely back to my car, I couldn't be more relieved.

But with my luck, things would start messing up again, eventually.

"Oh my God, who did you fuck last night?"

This was my greeting when I arrived at the restaurant with my friends for dinner. Everyone was there, Hotaru, Anna, Nonoko, Sumire, and even Aoi, who so kindly asked me this question.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, sitting down with them. I made a show of looking at the menu so they won't talk to me. But when you're the last to arrive at a gathering, and haven't been heard of since last night, then the pestering of questions was inevitable.

"Oh come on, Mikan," Sumire said. "It's so obvious. You have this weird glow, and no one has heard from you since Aoi's party. Plus, you have a hickey on your neck, which you have attempted to cover with concealer, but didn't do much of a pretty good job because that concealer is two times lighter than your skin tone. So, spill."

Damn, and I thought I could get away with it. Fortunately, I've thought of a good cover up story, and I was a pro at lying. No joke. The only person who would tell whenever I lie is Hotaru, who has been my longest friend. We've known each other since kids, while the rest of the gang I've met in high school and have been friends with through college. But Hotaru wasn't paying attention to me at the moment, she was busy with her phone, so this was the best time to bluff.

"Okay," I sighed in defeat. "You caught me. I had a one-night-stand."

"I knew it," Sumire exclaimed. "You dirty little slut. Who was it?"

Everyone was looking at me now, including Hotaru, so I knew it had to fake this real good. One thing's for sure I couldn't look Aoi directly in the eye, because I was too ashamed. No way in hell was she going to find out about what happened.

"Honestly, I don't even know," I said in an even tone. Whenever I lie, my voice always rises up a little. Which, is the same when I get excited and when I talk normally. So that's why people never really figure out if I'm really lying. But like I said, Hotaru was good at detecting lies. Don't ask me how. It's not only with me, but with other people too.

"What?" Anna gasped. "You slept with someone you didn't even know?"

Anna was one of those what they call, "hopeless romantics" so the thought of a one-night-stand was appalling to her. But in all honesty, I never even wanted a one-night-stand nor dreamed about one. I just wanted to have fun last night, but since I'm like a magnet for bad luck, I ended up sleeping with my friend's off-limits brother instead.

I shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "I was drunk. Like really drunk. It doesn't matter anyway. It's over."

"Did you do the walk of shame?" Nonoko asked.

"Yup." Finally, I get to answer truthfully to one question.

"But wait," Aoi said, "there wasn't anyone at my house anymore when I woke up."

Shit. Think of something, Mikan.

"That's because I woke up early," I explained, with a straight face. "Like around nine. And I left right away. He might have woken up before you did and left too."

She nodded, considering this. "I suppose. But Mikan, this is so unlike you. I thought you'd be upset or something."

"Why would I be upset?"

"Because you don't do hookups," Sumire said.

I shrugged. "Well, there's a first time for everything. Besides, I think I really needed to get laid. It's been a while."

Okay, that last part was definitely true. Thank God I wasn't a virgin anymore, or else it would be really hard to hide my regret. The last time I had sex was freshman year of college, with my ex-boyfriend whom I've dated since Junior year in high school. But we didn't work out since he had to move to another country, and all the drama that went with that. So literally it's been three years. Which is pretty sad, to be honest. But I never really liked hooking up with random people, not because I was like Anna, but I just didn't like dealing with the awkwardness of "The Next Morning." In fact, I just hated confrontations, period. I was a passive aggressive person, and Hotaru says that because of that, one of these days I was going to explode like a volcano. And with what happened recently, I'm pretty sure that day is right around the corner.

"Well congratulations," Sumire said, smirking, "you are now a certified slut. Come one guys, let's have a toast for Mikan."

And sure enough my friends raised their wineglasses and clinked them with one another, as they said, "To one-night-stands."

Sometimes, I wonder why I'm even friends with these people in the first place.

Thank God it was Sunday the next day, because I was so not ready for work yet. I finished college a little early because I was an art major, and that only required three years in my case. It was a good thing I landed on a job right away, which was an art teacher for kids at my university, and that was how I was able to rent this apartment. I loved my job. I loved being able to interact with kids who were interested in the same things that I was. It was a good thing my mom has always been supportive of me, and I was glad that she had no problem with me moving out so early. We were pretty close, since it has always been just the two of us, because I had no idea who my dad was. But I wasn't really bothered by that. I had a happy childhood, nonetheless. And living by myself definitely has its perks. Like being able to wake up anytime you want to (except when I have work), and being able to walk around naked. Yep, I was living the dream.

I was cuddled up in my bed, thinking about going back to sleep again, when my phone rang. I groaned, and reached out to my bedside drawer and answered it.

"Hello?" I said, groggily.

"Glad to hear you're awake."

I jolted up from my bed immediately. Oh, I was awake alright. I looked at the caller i.d., and sure enough it was the devil himself calling.

"What do you want, Hyuuga?" I asked. I haven't actually thought about that incident for almost twenty-four hours now. And I was already willing to put it all behind me, that is if he didn't call me right at this moment. See, this was why I hated one-night-stands. Some people just don't understand the concept of hooking up and never hearing from each other again.

"I just have something of yours that you left behind when we—"

"Do not say it," I said through my teeth. "Whatever that is, you sure as hell can keep it. I don't fucking care."

He chuckled deeply. "I knew you'd say that. But I'm sure you'd want to be able to eat, because you left your wallet, sweetheart."

"What?" I leaped out of bed frantically, and looked for my purse that I used at Aoi's party. Sure enough, my wallet was nowhere to be found. Last night at dinner it was Aoi's treat, so I didn't even bother bringing my purse. Or checking if everything was still in place. Typical me.

"You heard me. So what's it gonna be? I'm coming over or are you..."

"No way in hell are you stepping foot in my apartment." I sighed. "I'll be there in half an hour."

"Great. See you then, sweetheart. Oh and Mikan?"

"What?" I said, exasperatedly.

"I had a great time the other night." Then, he hung up.

Son of a bitch. I guess having Natsume as a one-night-stand was probably the worst mistake I've ever made in my life. Well, due to the fact that it's impossible that we not see each other again considering that he is one of my close friends' brother.

Ever since Aoi and I became friends in high school, Natsume was already flirting with me. I thought it was cute though, because he was still a kid back then. Over the years, I thought he'd get tired of me. But out of all Aoi's girl friends, I was the only one whom he kept on annoying. I didn't have a fucking clue why. But recently, it felt different. Me and him. Since he's all grown up now, his jokes towards me became a little more... sexual I guess, that I sometimes I could literally taste the tension. And for some weird reason, I didn't find it creepy. In fact, I found it really hot. Like wetting my panties hot. And I know it's wrong, not to mention inappropriate since he was Aoi's little brother. But God, puberty really hit him like a firetruck. He was so hot now, that he could pass as twenty years old. And if it weren't for that, my damn hormones wouldn't be so excited every time he walks into the room. But of course, I couldn't let him know that I actually liked it whenever he flirted with me, so things like what happened at Aoi's party would never happen ever again. But alas, the damage has been done. To be honest, I kind of felt disappointed that I didn't remember everything that happened. All I remembered was that he was so good, and I loved every single second of it. And that is why going over to his house right now is a very bad idea. If I was rich, I wouldn't give a shit about that wallet. But I'm not, so I don't have a damn choice.

"Mikan!" Aoi said, surprisingly. "What are you doing here?"

I entered her house, and found Natsume walking by the staircase upstairs. He smirked at me, and showed me my wallet, then walked away. That fucking asshole.

"Um, I kind of left something here the night of your party," I told Aoi. "I just realized I lost it now. Do you mind if I look for it now?"

"Sure, no problem. Do you want me to help? Maybe I accidentally kept it somewhere while cleaning?"

"No that's okay," I said, quickly. "Um, I think I know where I left it." I glanced upstairs, and saw Natsume enter the bathroom. Now was my chance. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom? I drank like two glasses of orange juice before I went here."

Did I mention I tend to ramble a little, whenever I lied?

"Uh, sure," Aoi said. "You can use the one upstairs."

"Thanks!"

I half-ran up the stairs desperate to get this over with. And sure enough, when I got to the bathroom, the bastard was there, washing his hands. I closed the door and locked it.

Natsume grinned in the mirror. "Wow, eager to get me alone? You even locked the door."

I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest. "So your sister doesn't come in here, genius. Now give me my damn wallet back."

"You mean this?" He held up my black Michael Kors wrislet that I've saved up for for a long time. I'm pretty sure there wasn't that much cash in there, and yes I found the wallet more valuable.

I immediately reached for it, but he pulled his arm back over his head, making it impossible for me to reach it. Like I said, puberty hit him hard. Damn his six-foot-five height.

"Give it back, Natsume," I said.

He smiled, cockily. "You think I'm gonna give it back to you so easily?"

I glared at him. "Look, asshole. I'm tired as fuck and I planned on sleeping in today, and if it weren't for you I would still be in bed under my warm blankets. Now give the damn wallet back."

Natsume chuckled before he put his arm down. I immediately grabbed my wallet and checked its contents. Yep, I still had lunch.

"You know," Natsume said leaning into my ear, "you're really hot when you're mad."

His hot breath sent shivers down my spine, as I took an involuntary step backwards. Oh God, it was happening again. He was working his manly charm on me and I was falling for it.

I wasn't able to muster a reply, and he took this chance to walk towards me, while I walked backwards feeling the bathroom door behind me.

"Actually," he continued, "I already have a souvenir from that night."

I was confused as to what he meant. He reached behind from his back pocket, then took out something red and lacy, that I was very much familiar with. I felt all color drain from my face as I realized what it was.

It was my underwear. Holy shit.

"W-where did you get that?" I managed to say.

He chuckled. "You left it, sweetheart. I have to say, I was pretty disappointed when I woke up and you weren't there the next morning. But then all was good when I found this under my pillow."

Under his pillow. Shit, that's why I couldn't find it that morning. I reached for it, but then he pulled it back from me again.

"I don't think so," he breathed. "This one's mine now. But if you want it back, you're gonna have to do something for me."

Oh God, I think I knew where this was going. "Listen, Hyuuga. If you're asking me for a 'round two' then you are sadly mistaken. I mean you're eighteen for God's sake. I'm sure you understand how a one-night-stand works. We get drunk, we fuck, I leave the next morning, and we never see each other again. Simple as that. What's so hard about it?"

He smirked. "Oh but I wasn't entirely drunk. I remember everything clearly. And even if you were drunk, I was sure you also remembered every single detail."

Oh my fucking God. Now that just made it a billion times worse.

"I don't even remember half of it," I muttered.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh really? You don't remember screaming my name when I—"

I clamped my hand over his mouth. "You just stop right there, Hyuuga." I felt him smile, and I pulled my hand back. "Look, what clearly happened was a mistake, and I never should have gotten that drunk. This can, and will never happen again, do you hear me? Clearly, we're still going to run into each other because I'm friends with your sister. But that's it. No more weird staring, obnoxious flirting, and sexual innuendos. You got that?"

I was pretty sure I got through him, because for half a second he just looked at me. Then, that cocky smile returned.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure we're going to see more of each other very soon."

I was about to ask him what he meant by that, but then he leaned towards me, and I was sure he was going to kiss me. But then I heard the bathroom door unlock, and being opened.

"'Til next time, Mikan," he whispered in my ear.

"Hey, what took you so long?"

I jumped at the sound of Aoi's voice. I was still pretty much in a daze after that talk with Natsume. Aoi was standing at the top of the stairs, an amused expression on her face.

"You didn't take a shit in there, did you?" she asked, grinning.

"What? Of course not!" My voice was noticeably higher, even if I was telling the truth.

"I was looking for my wallet, and now I found it," I said, showing her my wrislet.

She arched an eyebrow. "It was in the bathroom?"

"I know, weird huh?"

"Well, we're talking about you here, so I guess that's normal."

I laughed, noticing a little bit of hysteria in there, but Aoi didn't notice. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Listen, I've gotta go, okay? But thanks for um, your bathroom."

She laughed. "Anytime, Mikan."

As I drove away from the Hyuugas' house, I couldn't help but still feel a little bit shaken up. But not in a bad way. I kept on thinking about Natsume being so close to me, and how I thought he'd kiss me. I shook my head, aggressively. No way was I letting him affect me like this. Not anymore. From now on, I had to stop thinking about that sexy creature, and that night. Tomorrow, it would be like this weekend never happened.

I told you guys it would be a little different. So how was that for a first chapter? I actually had fun writing this.

But if some of you didn't like it, please don't send hate. I know this isn't for everybody, but I'd appreciate it if you left constructive criticisms instead. Please, please do let me know what you guys think because I really love reading your reviews.

Chapter 2 is already written. I'll post it as soon as I'm done editing it.

Love you guys x