A/N: Yo! This is my second fanfic. This story is actually based on a daydream I had lately. Just a figment of my imagination. Well, please do read and review. I really get disappointed when I don't get any review at all or if I get too little review. It's kind of depressing. It discourages me from writing the continuation of the story so please, please, please, please, please, please, please review.

The story is written in Mikan Sakura's POV, unless otherwise stated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice's characters

My Fake Boyfriend

Chapter 1

"WELCOME!" I greeted for the 103rd time, energetically - though the intensity was obviously decreasing - and bowed at the new faces. It was essential to always smile and a sign of tiredness should not be shown to the public. That was our responsibility. I was part of the welcoming committee for the all the new arrivals of our prestigious academy, Gakuen Alice. Basically it was just a regular boarding school ... and yeah, an all girls'. However this academy had produced a lot of successful women like Imai Hotaru, the famous (yet money-crazed) inventor. Only people with excellent academic performance could enter. And I was one of them.

I remembered when I received my acceptance letter. It was the happiest moment of my life. I was practically 'high' for two weeks. There was a mixture of feelings coming from the new batch. Some were very excited. There were a few who weren't satisfied since there weren't guys in sight. Even all the teachers were females. There were a few exceptions, though, like the watchmen/night men/caretakers (whatever you call them) were guys but awfully too old. The average age difference between the eldest student in school and these men were approximately 20 years. There was a bunch of girls who were winking and whistling at me. O...kay. That was creepy. I better remind myself to stay away from these juniors as far as I could.

I stretched as I waited for the vendor machine to release the apple juice. It was a tiring job and my voice was already hoarse due to all that greetings. I felt the cold liquid flowing down my throat. It was very refreshing. I didn't even bother to pause for some breath. I wanted to drink all of it in one gulp.

"Mikan!" The voice, coming out of blue, surprised me causing me to splutter part of the juice. NNNOOO!! MY MARIGOLD APPLE JUICE!! I glared at the bearer of the voice, squeezing the now-empty tin can. A murderous aura surrounded me as I pronounced the name, "SASAKIII!!"



"Relax, will you? It was just few cubic centimetre of the apple juice," Sasaki said, sounding a little apologetically. She was walking beside, well, behind me. I just glared her and gave her the I-am-never-going-to-talk-to-you look as my response. She blocked my way and gave her famous sad puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, "Fine, I forgive you. But only this time. One more drop of Marigold because of you, I swear the only you'll get from me is silent t treatment." Sasaki nodded, she seemed grateful that I was letting her off the hook and pleased at how successful her puppy eyes had been.

The public bus finally halted to a stop. After an hour of getting bumped and squeezed, I was more than willing to be the first person to get off the bus. A tinge of relief overwhelmed me. Even the sight of the old Tokyo Hall was a cure for eyesore. I entered the building, carrying a duffle bag just enough to contain my laptop, the battery charger and a few clothing.

The building was filled with a small number of students trying to check in any available rooms. I was lucky enough to arrive early. If I were 10 minutes late, I might end up sleeping on the floor. Trust me, it was never comfortable. Well, the Tokyo Hall holds the purpose of housing students who don't have anywhere to go during exeats and term holiday. In my case, I couldn't go home because it's just too far away (Grandpa - my legal guardian - lives in Sapporo). It also allows us to mingle around with from different schools.

The cost per night can be considered to be relatively cheap i.e. 700 yen. However, there's a catch. Unlike hotels, you can't really book a room in advance. It practices a 'First come first serve' basis. The staffs don't actually throw you out to the streets when all the rooms are occupied. You'll more likely be asked to beg to share a room with someone or as I had said before, there's plenty of space on the floor (but the price remains the same no matter where you sleep).

"KYAAAAAAAA!!" I didn't even bother to find out what the commotion was all about. The same screaming girls (and some new juniors) swooning over the same guy. I rolled my eyes; it was getting a little boring and it was somewhat a cliché. Well, at least I was no longer as irritated as before but they're deafening me so even now, they are annoying.

They were still swarming at him just like how most metallic substance are attracted to a magnet. I don't know what they see in him. Sure, he is handsome, smart and the MVP of Tokyo's football. Other than that, he was nothing but a big meanie. In the past, he used to bully me; he kept calling me names (like Polka) and pulling my pigtails. But we had worked our differences so we're friends now, although he still couldn't drop the habit of pulling my hair. It might be possible for me to actually end up bald because of him.



"Oii!" the black-haired guy approached me, ignoring the ring of drooling girls. Oh, yeah, he also had not called me by name so most of the time I get "Oii", "Polka" or "Aho".

"Nani?" I asked, my voice was very harsh. If there was a principle that I follow in life, it should be 'to treat a person the way he/she treats you'. Since Natsume was being rude to me, then why should I treat him any different? The girls followed him, their eyes twinkling all over. What did he want this time? My instinct told me he was up to no good, well, he never was. He looked at me, looking a bit uncertain, then after a few minutes of awkwardness (hello, he was really quiet), he let out a sigh, indicating he had made his mind (whatever it was).

He stood next to me, held me close to him which felt really weird and announced, "I'm sorry, girls, but I'm no longer available. I'm going to the dance with Mikan." The girls dispersed, moving in different directions and most of them bursting into tears. I, on the other hand, had my mouth hanging and wasn't able to move at all. I wasn't sure which one was the major shock. Was it about the sudden date or did it have something to do with his first time of saying my name? This was definitely weird. Maybe I had got to meet a doctor to check whether something was wrong with my ears.

A/N: That's all for Chapter 1. Don't forget to check out my first fanfic on D N Angel!! (This advertisement is brought to you by the author, aorika)