Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice nor do I own the song Better With The Lights Off by New Boyz ft. Chris Brown.
Wrote this in the heat of the moment from boredom as the lyrics invaded my mind.
Today is going to be different.
"Natsume, you're such a perverted old man!" the cinnamon-haired girl hissed, a hue of pink painted across her cheeks from the humiliation cast towards her from the boy who decided it was not going to be a different day and sneaked a glance at her panties.
Unintentionally, of course.
"Honestly Polka, after three years of constant panty-peeking (unintentional of course), is that the only nickname you can think of? I would have assumed that even an idiot like you could supplement your own diction," spoke the boy whose eyes were as red as a blazing furnace.
"Well, you're a moron!" she countered but to no avail, his red eyes remained steady with amusement.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"You're a ... an old man!" Mikan sputtered lamely, ducking her head in a futile attempt to ignore the boisterous laughter that echoed inside the classroom.
"Come on, Polka. I can think of a thousand more insults but I'm afraid your blood is going to rush to your head too quickly," said Natsume, his sneer intact.
Suddenly, an epiphany unveiled itself in front of Mikan Sakura's very doe-like eyes.
"You look better with the lights off!" she screamed with a triumphant expression, her smile and eyes denoting smugness.
. . .
The screaming silence lasted longer than intended and for some odd reason, it suffocated her lungs with humiliation.
"What?" Mikan queried her dumbstruck classmates, all who were too tongue-tied to utter a single word.
Luckily for them, a forest green-haired girl was the first to pluck up the courage to speak. "Sakura... do you have any idea what that phrase means?"
Natsume snapped from his reverie and a small smirk settled on his lips although the blood that rushed to his cheeks indicated the impact of the phrase. If there was one thing this extraordinary fifteen-year old girl could do, it was leave him breathless at the most unexpected time.
"Uh, duh! Or else I wouldn't have said it. It means that Natsume isn't as attractive as everyone makes him out to be and that he should be kept hidden in the dark because his appearance isn't very beneficial, akin to his personality," the innocent amber-eyed girl stated, oblivious to the stifled giggles.
"Er no. I'm going to assume you haven't analysed the song sung by New Boyz to properly comprehend the meaning."
"Go ahead, Permy," dared Mikan, her eyes defiant.
"It means..." Sumire inched closer towards her ear and whispered the rest of the sentence, her voice as swift as the wind.
Fortunately, Mikan was able to grasp the sentence as her eyes grew larger by the millisecond.
"AAH!"
Unfortunately for Narumi-sensei, he chose the wrong time to barge inside the classroom.
"NARUMI-SENSEI!" cried Mikan, a waterfall of salty tears pouring out of her glassy eyes.
"What's wrong, Mikan-chan?" he soothed, his arms encircling the girl.
"I don't want to have ... sexual intercourse with Natsume! Especially with the lights off!"
Indeed, today was a different day.
"Oh and to be precise, you are days older than me, Polka, which makes you a perverted old woman."
Is it so wrong to be in a celebratory mood just because one week of school is over and I only have nine more weeks to go? Oh well. I recommend you readers to listen to the aforementioned song, it's quite catchy. Ahah, hope you enjoyed despite its short length and the overuse of panty-peeking behavior.
~I've Perfected Imperfection.