Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this.
Author's note: This story is based on the movie 'It's a boy girl thing' hence the title.
It's A Boy Girl Thing
Chapter 1- BBL
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"Damn it Hyuuga! You bastard give me back my book right now!" Mikan yelled at the stubborn jock standing in front of her with a smirk plastered on his smug face. She was just sitting on the bench between their houses (they were neighbors you see), reading the new novel Divergent when he rudely interrupted her as cocky as ever.
"Hey little girl, get off my seat." Natsume had grunted, as he looked at the book with contempt. He had just finished jogging around the neighborhood and wanted to relax on his bench but no that little nerd just had to sit there reading some stupid book! Why couldn't she just do that in her room? It's not like she has a life, she probably spends all her time reading so why does she feel the need to disturb other people with her ugly face this early in the morning?
"It doesn't have your name on it, Hyuuga." She had huffed at him, her eyes still engrossed on the page she was reading. Trust him to disturb her peace at 7 am when no one in their right mind would even be up and about on a Sunday morning, except early birds like her. She didn't know Hyuuga was an early riser, in fact he was regularly late to school 'cause he sleeps in. Why you ask? Because of the hangover, duh! She was surprised he's even awake because she knew that he went to that party last night that she was not invited to and saw the lights in his bedroom turn on at 3 am, indicating his return. She was doing a late night study session for the trigonometry test she has on Wednesday.
"Well even that doesn't have your name on it." He retorted as he snatched the novel out of her hands with practiced ease that probably came from bullying little kids out of their lunch money. Okay fine, maybe he didn't do that but he did things like that, she was pretty sure. Heck she knew that he did those things!
"Yes it does!"
"I don't see it."
"It's on the front page."
"Well it's not on this page or this one or this one. So how about I tear out the page with your name on it and keep the rest?" He had sneered, sounding as triumphant as ever.
That brings us back to the present where Mikan is about one inch from stomping on his foot, painfully aware that she was not wearing the high heels she mocked frequently but rather flat sandals.
"I mean it! Give it back!"
"Well you're not giving me my seat so why I should you give you the book?"
"Well the book actually belongs to me." She replied smartly.
"And the bench belongs to me." was his response.
"You're so exasperating, you sadist." She cried as stood up from the bench unconsciously.
"Trying to sound smart with all those big words?" He asked mockingly. "All those geek techiniques won't work on me. I'm naturally smart while you're only good at studies 'cause you have no life other than textbooks." He quickly stepped around her and sat down on the bench, propping his feet up and taking all the space for himself.
"Hey!"
From his now lounging position, he drawled lazily, "For a geek you sure are stupid which proves my point earlier. This wasn't in a text book was it? Now I have the seat and the book."
"That's not fair! Give me my book back at least!"
"Life's not fair little girl." He preached solemnly. "That's your first lesson from me. If you're lucky there'll be more to come and you will gain knowledge you can use in the real world."
"You're so full of yourself it makes me sick just looking at you, why would I want lessons from you?" She demanded. "So I can end up becoming a jackass?"
He narrowed his eyes at the petite brunette who was pushing it. "Watch your words polka dots."
"Oh my god! Grow up!" She exclaimed, her hands going to her head. "That was like 8 bloody years ago and you don't even know what I'm wearing right now!"
"Old habits die hard. If I wanted to know, trust me I would know but there are hotter asses out there than yours which is so flat that its not even there."
"Asses can't be flat you retard!" She laughed. "Man you're as stupid as you look!"
"Oh let me rephrase that." He remended. "I think I was getting it mixed up with your rack."
"Ugh you pervert! Go bother someone else!" Mikan screeched.
"You're the one standing here."
"Well you're the one who has my book!"
He rolled his eyes. "Did you not hear me the first time?" He ripped out the blank page with her name inscribed on it in cursive handwriting (man he hated cursive, it was so girly) and handed it to her. "It's not your book anymore. Have fun with your page."
"Ugh you so-" She started but stopped midway, remembering the last time she had called him that. She had no desire to make a fashion statement with a black eye which would probably be her reward for having the guts to say that insult to his face. Not even those senior gangsters would dare.
He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to finish your sentences?"
"You slut!" She said as it was the first replacement that came to her mind starting with an 's'.
"I'm the slut?" He asked sarcastically. "You're the slut."
"What?" She asked, taken aback. "You just said I have no life other than textbooks."
"I bet you get off reading them. You're a sluttish bookworm who likes to pretend she's innocent."
"If you are referring to Shakespeare's usage of 'sluttish' in Sonnet 55 then you are sadly mistaken. I am neither dirty nor careless nor immoral, heck I'm not even time!"
He gave her a weird look which clearly said 'what the hell are you talking about?'
"Of course you wouldn't know anything about the immortal power of poetry. You're a stupid jock."
"If I'm so stupid why are you still here?" He questioned, lifting his eyebrows.
"Because you have my book!" She said exasperated. How many times would she have to repeat herself?
"Whatever. Go die BBL."
"BBL?" She had no idea what that was.
"Another thing that's not in your textbook. This is why people like youneed people like me to give them some general knowledge. I swear you'd suck at a GK test."
"Well at a GK test they will not ask me the full form of BBL seeing as you just made it right now."
"No I invented it three years ago when I first noticed that you were BBL." He retorted.
"Alright what the hell is the BBL?" She asked curious now.
"Do you really wanna know little girl?" He asked seductively.
"Um yes. I would like to know what the insult is." She stated hesitantly.
"Come here." He motioned.
"Where?"
"Here you stupid girl." He said, pulling her towards him by collar of her shirt.
"What are you doing?" She shrieked, blushing madly at their intimacy.
"Do you want to know or not?" He asked annoyed.
"Okay yes, fine." She submitted.
"Boob…less…" He whispered mockingly, his breath tickling her ear.
She shoved him away. "You wanton jerk!" Somewhere in the back of her head she was aware that wanton could only be used to describe woman. Oh well it's double the insult!
"Wait how is it BBL if its just 'boob' and then 'less'. Wouldn't that make it BL?" She backtracked.
He shrugged. "BBL sounds cooler. Besides there are 2 'b's in boobs and you gotta respect both of them."
"You know what? Keep the damn book." She said, defeated. There was no point in arguing with Natsume bloody Hyuuga. "I'll go buy another one."
"Not if I buy all of them."
"You don't even read!" She pointed out.
"Well I'm gonna read this book, just to spoil it for you."
"You and reading!" She scoffed. "My ass!"
"I thought we already talked about your ass. Opinions don't change that quick, you know."
"I'll be done by tomorrow so there's no point in trying to beat me." Mikan stated smugly. Reading books was her forté .
"We'll see about that BBL."
She shot him one last look of pure disdain before marching back into her house, leaving the arrogant bastard to himself, reading her book.
Ironic that Divergent is a book about love and loyalty.
She slammed the front door shut angrily and stormed past the living room where her parents were drinking coffee by the fireplace.
"Mikan!" Her dad called before she could race up the stairs (or rather trample up the stairs).
"Yes dad?" She answered, poking her head into the room.
"Why were you with that Hyuuga boy just now?" He demanded sharply, his lips curled downwards in dislike.
She sighed. "That bloody idiot took my book."
"Mind your words young lady. I will not have profanities uttered under my roof." Her mom scolded her.
"Well then why were you kissing him?" Her dad asked furiously.
"What the hell! I would never ever want to even TOUCH that bloody prick!" Mikan exclaimed, too offended to care about the curses flowing out of her mouth. She couldn't believe her own father would think that she would do something like that with someone like him!
"Language! You're grounded! Go to your room and think about what you said!" Yuka reprimanded.
"Great," Mikan muttered to herself as she walked up the stairs to her room. "Now I get grounded because of Hyuuga which means I can't go to the library and get my surveys filled out for my economics project."
She wrenched open her door and shut it firmly behind her. "How will I ever finish and analyze and make all those graphs?" She yelled as she flopped down on her bed, burying her face in her pillow before letting out a scream, "Oh god I hate you Natsume Hyuuga!"
"I told you, you were a slut!" came from outside her open window.
Mikan groaned not only were they neighbors but their rooms also faced each other. It was like God was punishing her for previous sins and even those she had yet to commit.
"You're making out with your pillow! Who does that? Wait, I'll tell you who!" Natsume called out, leaning out of his window. "A sluttish bookworm!"
"Fuck you!" She yelled, throwing a ball, made out of aluminum foil wrappers from the chocolates she had last night, at him. Sadly, she missed by a long shot.
"Nice aim BBL!" He mocked as he looked at the aluminum ball that landed near the bench. It was that far off.
"Just kill me now and get it over with." She wailed not sure if she was talking to Natsume, God or herself.
"Well if I killed you now, I'd be left with no BBL to torture. Besides it wouldn't be a good Junior year without my favorite little nerdy slut." He left her with those words and drew the curtains.
He would probably be going to another party tonight even though they had school tomorrow and she would be studying, like usual. To make things worse she would have an incomplete economics assignment. Why oh why hadn't she done it before?
She usually finished all her projects well before her deadlines but she was just so caught up in reading the Hunger Games trilogy and then she just had to compare Divergent to it. Now she couldn't even finish doing that. She hated leaving tasks uncompleted. She couldn't even go buy another one since she was grounded and ordering online would take days for it to actually get shipped to her.
Man she hated her life and it was mainly because of one boy; Natsume Hyuuga.
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