Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.
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"Mikan, Mikan! You'll never guess what happened today!" Sumire practically squealed on the top of her lungs across the phone.
With my face scrunched up, I held the phone for about five seconds before answering. "Sumire? Is that you?" I grunted.
"Yes! Now guess!"
Even without actually seeing my best friend, I could already tell she was beaming from ear to ear.
"Sumire... You know that I don't want to play this game if I'll never be able to guess." I groaned over the phone.
"Okay, okay. I…" she paused for a moment before continuing. "Got myself a new boyfriend!"
New boyfriend? Now it was my turn to pause. "Oh really? Who's the unlucky guy?"
Totally ignoring the hint of sacarsm in my words, she said slowly and steadily, probably wanting to make some sort of dramatic effect to what was soon to come out of her lips. "Na-tsu-me-Hyuu-Ga." she stated.
Natsume Hyuuga? That name sounded oddly familiar. Wait, isn't he-
"So, Mikan. What 'dya think? Is this a dream come true or what?" she grinned, interrupting my thoughts.
I allowed her words to sink in. "Natsume Hyuuga? The Natsume Hyuuga who goes out with a different girl every week?" I said, my voice gradually growing louder. "Sumire! Have you completely lost your mind? That jerk's a playboy!" I almost yelled.
Natsume Hyuuga. I didn't really know much about him, heck, I've never even seen the boy before. It's amazing how I've never actually met the guy, considering how popular he is, or so I've been made to believe. Apparently, he has an unbeatable record of having the most number of girlfriends in the school. Ugh, just the thought of it filled me with disgust.
"Don't call him that! You don't even know him. He's actually really sweet and romantic. Oh God, speaking of romantic, you have no idea how romantic he is, Mikan. Just the other day, he gave me a box of really expensive chocolate! And then he told me how pretty I was and that he couldn't keep his eyes off me." She tried convincing me.
"He's a playboy, Sumire. Playboys will do and say anything to get in your pants. I may not know him well, but I know enough to tell you that he's no good for you!"
"But he said I was different. That I wasn't like any other girl he's ever dated. I could tell he was telling the truth. I could see it in his eyes." She proclaimed.
"Honestly, would you listen to yourself right now? And here I thought you actually manage to snag a good guy for once. Someone who wouldn't break your heart like all the other assholes. You know, you're always so blinded by all that romantic crap to see things for what they really are. Stop living in a fantasy, Sumire!"
Wow. Where did that come from? I'm not usually like that. There was a sudden silence after that. Okay, so maybe I was a little harsh on her. I was just doing what any good friend would do…right? I didn't want to see her hurt again like before. I was about to hang up, thinking she was already gone until she finally burst out.
"There you go again! Acting all Miss-Know-It-All. You think you're some sort of genius just because you're always top in the class, don'cha? Well, news flash, Mikan Sakura, you've never even been in love before so don't come here judging me or him.", she spat. "I called you up 'cause I thought you'd be happy for me. I guess I was wrong." She continued before slamming the phone down. Next thing I heard was line going dead.
I sighed and placed the phone back to where it belonged. You'd think her words would have cut me right open, but it didn't. But that didn't mean it didn't stay with me.
What she said was true. I've never been in love before. Never. Not even once. And believe me when I say, I've never actually experienced a "heart thump" (as Sumire likes to call it) before whenever I'm with a guy. Call me abnormal all you want, but that's the truth.
I twirled a lock of my hair, as I thought about the word "love". What does it mean to be in love? I've seen it in movies and even read about it in a couple of books. Hell, I even hear about it from Sumire and other girls from class almost everyday. You'd be surprise to know that it seemed to be the only thing they were capable of talking about. But even so, they always looked so happy when they chatter on about love. From crushes, to boyfriends, to kissing, to sex. The list could go on forever.
It was like there was this...sort of joy that seemed to light them up every time the subject came to "love". And a part of me always envied that.
As I looked at the clock on my bedside table, I saw that it was already time for bed. Deciding I'll settle things with Sumire once I see her in school tomorrow, I laid on my bed, with my eyes gazing out the window. Feeling the glow from the moon touching my skin, I let out a deep yawn before drifting to sleep.
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The next day started out like any other day. Or so I thought.
Humming along the road as I walked to school, I took my own sweet time enjoy the scenery that surrounded my vision. It was still early after all. Inhaling the fresh morning air, I smiled to myself. The beautifully painted morning sky, the sounds of birds chirping almost musically, the sun slowly rising, signaling the start of a brand new day, the-
My thoughts were immediately interrupted by the screeching sound of a car nearby. I turned my eyes towards the alarming sound, curious to know what was going on. My eyes widened as big as saucers as I saw a sliver Mercedes Benz heading right towards me, and seeing as it was coming at me with the speed of over 80 miles per hour (which is actually really dangerous considering the small narrow road it was on), I was pretty much a goner.
Screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to stir up from their sleep, I brought my hands to cover eyes, almost by reflex. Fear gripped me by the neck as I waited for the impact that was soon to knock my brains out.
Images of me on my death bed with family and friends gathering around me saying their last goodbyes flashed through my mind.
No. Not like this. I can't die like this. I have a family to take care of. A blinded-but-will-soon-get-back-to-her-senses friend to think of here. One who was going to get her heart broken if I don't stop her in time.
I was too absorbed in my thoughts on dying that it did not occur to me that there was no impact.
Wait a minute. Aren't I suppose to be on the ground right now, with blood spilled all over my body and intestines sprawled out of all to see? I couldn't have ended up in heaven that fast, right?
I summoned every bit of courage in me to opened my eyes. When I did, I was shocked to see that the car was mere inches away from completely ending my life. My limbs turned into jello and I fell to the ground. The driver, who I noticed was just a teenage boy, rushed out of his car and was instantly by my side.
"I'm so sorry! Oh God. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Oh god, Oh god, Oh God.", he alarmed while looking around my body for any bruises. I could only stare at him with my face paled as his eyes went around my body frantically. I was too traumatized, too glued to the ground to utter a single word.
After searching and finding not a single scratch on me, he plunked down beside me. "Thank God." he sighed.
We just laid there. None of us moving nor speaking. Finally, after what felt like the longest five minutes in my life, I managed to hoist out a whisper. "I…have to go."
How I was capable of standing on my own two feet right at that moment shall forever remain a mystery to me. I got up and started staggering towards the school again, clutching my school bag so tightly I thought I was going to puncture a hole right through it. My legs wobbled as I tried my level best to control my body. But before I could even take my third step, a hand landed on my shoulder and froze me dead on my tracks. My breath caught up in my throat as I stood there still shaking, consequence of the aftershock that happened just moments before.
"Where are you heading? I could give you a ride."
I really didn't know what to say. This guy almost killed me and now he was offering me a ride? Taking up his offer wouldn't exactly be the wisest thing to do, but as I laid my options in my head, I told myself it's either I climb into his car, or I walk and be late for school. I decided it was for the best if I just got into the car with him. I could barely move my limbs at the moment, let alone walk for another mile.
So with a nod of my head, the stranger led me to his car. After settling and strapping (you can never be too safe) myself onto the passenger seat next to him, he started the engine. With a vroom sound exiting the car, we were off on the road again.
It must have been a miracle when I was able to calm my uncontrollable nerves by the first minute of the drive. Relaxing in my seat, I turned to look outside through the window.
"So where are you going? School?"
I shuffled in my seat as I shifted my gaze to the boy. It was only then did I take in the fact of how incredibly good looking he was. His black raven hair was tousled and appeared as though it was designed to shoot up at every perfect direction possible. He had the most beautiful, enticing, red crimson eyes that could pierce through any girl's heart within a second. His skin was so smooth and toned that I could not unearth even the slightest blemish. And together to complete his whole look was a gold earring with a red emerald on his right ear that matched the color of his eyes. To say he was perfect would have been the understatement of the year. This male looked like a Greek God. If not, better. I was too mesmerized by his God-like features to realize that I had already started drooling. Literally.
When he did not get a respond, he brought his eyes off the road to get a good glance of me. I instantaneously turned to the window to wipe off the slight drool that had leaked out and hide my now burning cheeks. "Uhh…yeah. My school is right around that corner. The one at the end of the road" I squeaked.
"Wait, you're from Alice Academy?"
"Uhh…y-yeah." I stammered, not quite knowing where this conversation as heading.
"I go there too. How come I've never seen you before? What's your name?" he wondered.
"Mikan." I let out softly. Thinking he might not have heard me, I tried again. This time clearing my throat, I said with a little more confidence, "Mikan Sakura."
"Mikan Sakura. It's nice to meet you. I'm Natsume…Hyuuga." He grinned.
Time must have stopped right at that moment because I never in a million years would have expected the guy with unimaginably good looks, who almost tried kill me, who then offered me a free ride to school, and not to mention the one to be seating just inches away from me, to be none other than the Natsume Hyuuga.
Only three words were constantly running through my head.
What. The. Fuck.
Chapter One, fineto! Hope you had an enjoyable time reading it as I had writing it. This is the first fanfic I've ever written in my life...so...
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