Title: My Boyfriend is a Pervert

Summary: A seatmate. A class partner. What more can it be so annoying for Mikan Sakura? Ah. He's her boyfriend.

Disclaimer: I ain't own any of the recognizable characters in the story. But yet, the plot used here belongs to me

This story is un-beta'ed. Again, it would take a lot of time to publish this story if I did(

Word count: 1, 490

Chapter 1:Under the Sakura Tree

Love sought is good but given unsought is better—Unknown

Homework. Exams. Detention.

Hah.

What more?

Right.

Him and my upcoming exam.

Not wasting another minute, I dashed towards the only place where I can see him. Rather spot him. His Sakura tree. No. Our Sakura tree.

Aggravated and provoked, I looked up from under it; sweltering anger steamed out of my bare figure. My big, hazel eyes flashed with a hint of angst in them, never to care what will happen next to him. Right. I'll make him a dead meat. I gasped for air, opening my mouth as I readied myself for a long list of rants for the culprit of why I dug up with detention after class for having the lowest score in Math. Yes. Math. God. Spare me with a good life!

"Natsume!" I yelled up at him, eyebrows arched down as it touched the tip of my curved eyelids. Nonetheless, I craned my head to each angle as I searched for him under my searing scrutiny. Nothing. "I know that you're hiding somewhere out there! Answer me for once, Natsume!" I screamed some more. I wouldn't stop till he shows up. Hopefully.

And yes, blame it all to my class partner. Him and nobody else. Natsume.

"Damn it. So loud." I heard his voice from afar along with a quantity of random rustles and shuffles from the tree I was stepping on. When he spoke, his voice was all gruff and edgy. As always.

"I want you to go down there immediately and explain yourself!" I piercingly shouted, putting my hands on my waist as I huffed with annoyance. I heard him grunt in displeasure before another round of loud tugged trundles cropped up underneath the hefty large, bulky leaves. Spring hasn't come yet, so naturally, leaves were still as green as healthy grasses.

Again, I waited for nothing but fruitless expectations from that bothersome, lazy-assed, raven-headed lad. God. How can he be so annoying?

My eyebrows tensed some more as a pout on my lips appeared for once. "Don't wait for me to join you up there. You won't like it. That idea. I swear. Natsume!" I stridently stipulated, stomping my feet heavily on the ground as I came to obliterate some of the plainly flat and solid soil lying beneath my feet. It wasn't my problem after all. He was the one responsible for my disreputable and disgraceful naughtiness. Curse him.

But still, no answer came.

"I swear, I'm going up there!" I hazardously warned, squinting my eyes with my voice seethed with toxic risk. But however, my threats didn't perturb him in the least.

"Tch. No effect on me. Go away, Polka." He blandly demanded, not sparing a glance at my direction. Hah. Why did I even say that? I can't even see him. Stupid me.

"Stop calling me Polka, stupid! I have a name, and it's Mikan. Mikan Sakura!" I indignantly tried to correct his mistake, partly reminding him about that matter. How dare he call me that?

"Fine. Calling you 'Idiot' can be a good option too. That is." was his latter called response before I resolutely made up my mind. I have decided. I'll climb up there no matter what.

I robustly squared my shoulders like a burglar before sauntering huge steps towards the tree until my hands came in touched with it. Automatically, my arms found its way to hug the huge tree's trunk with my feet pushing me off the ground. And hell yeah, I'm trying to climb the tree as hard as I could.

In this outstanding viewpoint, it gave me the opportunity to observe him lying on a mid, thick, branch. He was damn having the time of his life sleeping there with his back facing me at once. And of course, with a manga on his face. How I wanted to slap him in the face. Ugh. He's testing me, right? Right. I got it all wrong. Why would he? He has no care for a person like me. Like Mikan Sakura.

And now that a forthcoming Math exam is in my way. I need him. His intellect. His help.

"Do you really want me to fail math so badly? You sought it yourself. That you volunteered to help me. I thought you'd be helping me with my homework and such but you didn't. Like as always, I'll found you here like that. Sleeping. Well, sometimes, reading those stupid japanese comic books. What the heck is your problem? I can help you if you ask me to. You're my friend, Natsume. My Friend." I enlightened clear enough for him to understand; my voice laced with concern and worry. Even if he's like that. Irritating. I still can't deny the fact that he's a part of me. A friend. One of my closest friend since I was enrolled here in Alice Academy. Since sixth grade. He was always there beside me. Listening. Comforting me. A silent friend.

When I thought of it, like magic, my eyebrows quickly relaxed. Now, I do understand things between him and me. That we're only friends. And that I can never force him to do what I wanted to do.

I meekly shrugged, my eyes darting away from him down towards the ground as I considered myself defeated. Progressively removing my hands off of the tree, I bowed my head and stayed quiet. Mutely, I concentrated my blank gaze on the ground as I vented my excess rage to my hands that were clenched tighter on my sides.

"Like I care what you're saying," He tediously countered, sluggishly propping himself up to sit on his buttocks. I lifted my head off of the ground and up to him, giving him a questioned look with a crooked crease of my head. When I looked up, my eyes met a glare from a pair of intimidating yet, magnetic, deep pools of bloody crimson eyes. I blinked once, recognizing the look on his face but when I was about to clearly make out his bearing facial expression, well, that was when it returned to being stoic. And plus, do not call my mangas stupid because they aren't." He nonchalantly added, a constipated and desiccated look plastered on his face.

"Well, that comment is unanticipated from me. Sorry." I apologetically replied, slightly smiling as he decided to show up on the public eye.

"Tch. Even so, you can't help me, Idiot. You're too damn brainless and dense." He said, sharply. He clicked his tongue once before he jumped down from one of the branches and stood on his feet. And me, as a girl that I am, scrunched my eyes close and flinched on my spot a bit. And like him, the typical Natsume that I have known for years, never fail on landing on his feet. His eyes darkened as he was staring down at me with those hot, smoldering eyes and I couldn't care less than to fall under its spell. They were magical and magnetic.

"What if I tell you that my problem is you, yourself. Now tell me, would you care more? That I like you?" He said it with impatience and frustration stung on his tongue. His words. They were venomous. And the way he said it was mysterious too. The way he emphasized some words made my heart hitch a beat. They way he stared at me felt like melting me like iron bars exposed with oxygen and heat. I can't breathe.

When he stared at me, it indescribable. Like he wanted something so badly. It was seriously not him. Not the usual Natsume Hyuuga. He was someone with an attitude. One that is coated with desperation.

With his statement, my hazel eyes literally widened in shock. What does he mean by that? His message.

But what surprised me most was when he said the next words.

"That I like you more than a friend."

oOo

Leaving it like that. Hah. My greatest apologies.

Oh well, anyways, since this story is original (Uhm, was it?) I need more or less 8 reviews if you still want me to continue this story. Please don't get me with the wrong idea,—NO—not that I'm forcing you or something. Just demanding. Lol XD.

And plus, sorry for the OOC-ness. I'm aware of it and I just can't get enough of them. Heh.

Again, thanks.

Till next time,

—Coffee

May 30, 2012