DISCLAIMER.
Average is the new black.
Trying to blend.
There's no such thing as normal.
Hotaru POV.
Mikan Sakura was like the rest. Average grades – excelling mostly in English and failing mostly in mathematics, average looks but always smiling. Like it was almost unnatural.
She was like all other girls really. Her encounter with Natsume was like all the other girls, a simple kind act that he initiates plus his looks makes them fall head over heels. His gesture was simple really, pick up the book she dropped and a mysterious on look, and she spends the rest of her time thinking about him.
Pitiful, he isn't all like that.
"She was cute," Natsume mused as he walked towards me. I shrug, nonchalantly.
"Average. Normal." He shrugs back.
"Just saying."
Ruka looks at me, his blue eyes curious as usual. "I still don't understand why you find it necessary to do a massive background check on every girl that comes to this academy."
"I need friends, Ruka." I state bluntly. He blushes, and ducks his head.
"What are we?"
"Guy friends," I say as Natsume snorts. "I need a girl friend," I tilt my head, "And average people aren't my friend type."
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As I watched Mikan walk towards the classroom, her walk was well – different, she didn't walk like the other girls, flirtacious and cutesy but as she noticed Narumi walking towards her in a quickened pace, her attitude changed completely as she turned all shy and cutesy.
Annoying, but not the norm.
"Mikan Sakura right?" He calls worriedly, although he already knows it's her, "Great!" he says even when she doesn't respond, "Great, now let's get you to class now shall we?"
Well, quite frankly it's not like she had a choice.
As they approached the classroom, I watched as both of them reassembled themselves for the others.
"Good morning!" Narumi sings, as I slip into the classroom silently.
"Good morning," some respond nonchalantly, in a bored tone, stupidly unaware what was going to happen.
"Transfer student today," Narumi mused, as he watched the faces of the class shift from boredom into surprise and excitement. Excited whispers engulf the class, as Mikan walks through the door awkwardly, consequently tripping on her own foot. A few seconds of silence, and the whole classroom bursts into laughter as she gathers herself off the floor.
"What a clumsy idiot!" Koko yells slapping his leg. Mochu looks at him and nods, laughing too.
"Can't say that wasn't hilarious." I got to hand it to the guy to making the saddest jokes, but everyone laughed anyway.
Although some girls – normal girls would cry and run off, Mikan looked at the two boys and sighed under her breath. She then proceeded to smile and introduce herself loudly over the crowd. "Mikan Sakura," she says loudly – almost yelling. "Nice to meet you." She smiles cutely, at everyone looking all cute and approachable and I can almost feel myself gagging.
At that point I was clearly aware that Mikan Sakura was not the average girl.
"Too bad the floor met you first!" Sumire cackles as everyone laughs. I didn't quite understand the joke, considering that meeting the floor and meeting other people didn't really link it but it seemed hilarious to this class. I watch again, as Mikan struggles to control herself, biting her lip but shooting a dark glare at Sumire, in which case she didn't notice.
"Shut up and let her talk," Natsume says off handedly.
The class silenced immediately and I wondered how much money I could make if I just recorded his voice and sold it to teachers that had troubles with shutting students up, and I dragged out some tools and pieces to begin my invention.
"Well," Mikan says cutely again and I roll my eyes. "I already introduced myself, but hey again anyway?"
She laughs nervously and I stare at her – along with the whole class, and I want to laugh.
"Hey Mikan," Natsume says in his I'm-so-handsome voice of his, which I must admit did the job. My eyes flicker to him as he greets her and I was then blatantly aware that he was interested. Very interested. Mikan, obviously entranced by his little kungfu move of seduction nods shyly and bites her bottom lip.
"Hey," she says back shyly as I refrain the urge to gag again.
Narumi, who was the teacher that should've made Mikan Sakura's life easier during her introduction by shutting the class up, observed the sparks and atmosphere between the two awkwardly, scratching his head as he notions Mikan towards Natsume. "Uh, great then!" he says mildly uncomfortable with the idea, he was about to propose, "Then you can be with Natsume for the next few days until you get used to the school and all."
It didn't take a genius to understand that the temperature in the room plummeted a few levels when that was said. After all, she was going to be involved with the – well, us.
That was hardly terrifying, contrary to the faces on the classmates around me.
Who was laughing a few seconds ago?
Natsume, clearly annoyed at the class before him storms out of his chair along with Ruka out of the classroom. I sigh quietly, as I look up at Mikan Sakura, vaguely aware that she was scanning her environment.
"Idiot," I mutter, referring to the both of them.
Mikan has that smile plastered on her lips again, used to such an extent, it was virtually impossible to tell if that would be fake or real.
Well, despite my cleverness, I understood.
Mikan Sakura was definitely not normal, which meant I had to start making friends soon.
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Mikan POV.
As I walked into the class, and met face to face with the floor, I just knew my social envious life was down the drain. Kids throughout the class laughed and snickered like a bunch of brats as I made a feeble attempt to make myself look better – well anything's better than the ground.
"What a clumsy idiot!" A sandy haired boy yells, slapping his knee laughing. I hoped it hurt.
The purple haired almost bold boy looks at him, and promptly slaps him in the back agreeing completely. "Can't say that wasn't hilarious!" he chants finding himself mildly amusing. Well it wasn't funny at all, well I didn't find it funny, and I could understand how that was a completely bias thought – but it wasn't. What's the point of the confirmation?
So I fell on my face. Hilarious.
I sigh, and I tilt my head to the side trying to look innocent, and smile brightly, like I always do. "Mikan Sakura," I yell over the stupid laughs. "Nice to meet you."
"Too bad the floor met you first!" A girl snickers. Why don't you shut up before your face meets my fist? I want to say. Honestly, this class was incredibly lame. They're jokes weren't even funny but they all laughed anyway. As I was beginning to think that this class had an unspoken agreement of If you laugh at my jokes, you better laugh at mine buddy, because we both know neither of our laughs are funny at all, a deep voice echoes in the class silencing the snickers.
"Shut up and let her talk."
I look for the voice, and find myself staring at a pair of crimson eyes, to which belonged to the guy I met this morning. He was hot and to a certain degree quite cute, but he seemed so obnoxious. I thank him internally nonetheless, for saving my twice in a day as I continue, acting embarrassed.
"Well, I already introduced myself," I murmur pulling my hair behind my ear – apparently it looks cute. "But hey anyway?" I say unsurely as I smile. The hot boy in the back row smirks at me, and I could almost feel the blood rushing up to my cheeks – good, makes me seem cuter.
"Hey Mikan," he says casually smiling crookedly at me. It seems I have met someone that had mastered the art of making girls fumble over nothing. His so god damn good looking. I nod at him gratefully and smile back brightly at him.
"Hey," I say back cheerfully.
The blonde teacher that managed to shove me into the classroom without formally introducing himself was named Narumi, because of my diary, looks at the classroom awkwardly and back at me and then back at the boy. "Uh, great then!" he says uncomfortably, "Then you can be with Natsume for the next few days until you get used to the school and all."
At that notion, the atmosphere in the class seemed to drop a few levels, I was happy that I was paired with savior hot boy in front of me, but the faces on the classes faces told me I should be worried. Dead worried. Or, they all had the hots for him and they were all jealous.
Both were nonetheless a bit chilling.
All of a sudden, Natsume gets up from his chair, shooting a few glares at those who looked at him, snorted at me and stalked out of the classroom followed by a pretty blonde boy with a rabbit.
What a rabbit is doing in school, I have no idea.
A girl in the third row looks up from the table that was cluttered with tools and other accessories I did not understand "Idiot," she mutters.
I wasn't sure who she was talking about, but all I could do was smile brightly until I seated myself into the now empty seats in the back row and wait for the day to over, so I can stop this charade I was already tired of.
My first story in a while!
Well, i hope you well, mildly enjoyed this, i know the characters are a bit different, mostly Mikan as well i hope in later chapters her happy, real attitude will come to life again. As for Hotaru, i think how you read her in this chapter wouldnt change much, until well, untill shes dealing with Mikan personally i guess.
I hope you liked, or at least could bare with the characters, and of course, most importantly, enjoyed reading this story!
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Thanks many, Helplessly Lovestruck.