Hey guys! This is a new story of mine. Decided to delete An ANgel's Voice and give it a rest for awhile...I don't have any new ideas for the upcoming chapters since I lost my story-plot...unlucky. I know...I am currently writing a new story and recalling the story-plot for "An Angel's Voice."
Well I hope you guys like this new story!
~~~~~'I can't believe this! My own best friend! That money glutton! I'm gonna kill her for this!'
As I continued stomping I saw that every teacher and student was avoiding me. Of course they avoided me. They knew that my temper was something to be afraid about since I usually can't control it. Only Hotaru- my dreaded best friend- is not afraid of it. And right now I'm about to burst at her for blackmailing me into this dumb dinner.
"Hotaru!" I shouted then opened the classroom door with a loud bang. The noisy classroom turned silent and looked to my direction as I stomped over to Hotaru's desk. "What is this!?" I asked then slammed the letter and picture at the desk.
"It's an invitation. Why?" Hotaru said plainly, her face composed and calm. Unlike me. "I know it's an invitation! But why drag me into this dumb dinner!? You know I hate fancy stuff's!" Seriously I did hate fancy stuff. Especially the ones that costs a lot of money. Sure maybe my parents are rich and all, but I would never ask for anything that was too costly. Heck I rarely even use the platinum credit cards my mom and dad gives me. I prefer to use the money I earn in buying my things. Of course I still earn a bit too much since mom and dad gives me too much money for my allowance. But still. I hate it.
"I know. That's why there's a catch if you don't come." Hotaru replied.
My jaw dropped open and my eyebrow rose. "Why go to this extent just to get me to go to this dumb dinner anyways?" I said irritated.
"I want you to meet someone. A guy I met when I was on vacation in Paris." Hotaru replied. You know sometimes I wonder how she composes herself when she's talking to my irritated and angry self. Some other person would have sunk in his or her seat, or ran away once they saw me stomping over to them.
"Go to this extent to just let me meet a guy you met when you were on vacation!"
"It's not just that. I want you to meet his friend. Since I knew you wouldn't agree to that fact, I went to this extent."
"Fine! But I'm not wearing any dress!" I shouted giving up. I knew there was no point in arguing with my best friend. Once she wants something done, it has to be done. Or else you'll face consequences.
"Yes you are."
"But no heels!"
"Whatever you want Mikan." She finally said, and then the teacher entered the room.
I went to my seat feeling defeated. I hated going to this formal and fancy rich events. Not because I hated expensive things. No. It's because I hated wearing a skirt. Let alone a dress. You'd know that since I never wore anything revealing or tight fitting. Just throw in a tee, skinny jeans and converse and I'm good. I never wear make-up like the popular slut Luna. Yes. She teases me and says I'm ugly because I don't have a taste in fashion and my hair is always in a tight ponytail.
She tried to be friends with me though, when I was new here and she found out I was richer than her. Of course, I hated her the first time I saw her since she was wearing a short skirt and sleeveless tee which showed her belly button. After that she tried to ruin my reputation and put herself above me all the time. I don't care about her in any way. I don't care if she spreads a really ridiculous rumor about me and have the school laughing together and pointing fingers at me.
So I sat in my dumb seat listening to the boring teacher's discussion and hope that something will happen good today. That dinner isn't one of them at least.
~~~~~"I guess this is okay." I said aloud as I turned around in front of my full body mirror. I admired the dress I picked from my closet. It was a sleveless baby pink dress that ran down to the bottom of my knees. It wasn't tight fitting; it was loose and looked like pink waterfalls. It bounced with every move I make and the v-neck didn't show too much cleavage.
I had no problem with the shoes though. I just picked my old pink and white converse hi-cut from my shoe closet and slipped it on with ease.
I checked my watch and saw the time. "Hotaru would be here by now." I said then came downstairs to the den. There I saw my mom sitting at the couch talking to a visitor. I said hi to them as I passed and went out the door.
In front of the house I saw Hotaru's black Mercedes. I headed straight to it and opened the passenger seat. "On time as always." I told her as I closed the door. She rolled her eyes and started driving to the new French restaurant. It was quite inside the car, and usually silence gives me an eerie feeling. So I decided to start a conversation with my best friend. "So who's this guy anyway?" I asked opening up a topic. She stopped looking at the road for a minute to stare at me. "Didn't I tell you already? He's a guy I met in Paris." She answered.
"Do I know him?"
"No."
"Who's his friend that you want me to meet?"
"You'll see him later."
"Can't you tell me now?"
"Stop asking questions Mikan." Hotaru sounded irritated now. I guess she's a bit annoyed. I turned away from her and stared out the window. I eyed every person in the sidewalk and there I saw a woman with crimson eyes holding a girl with the same eyes. I pressed myself at the window to get a clearer view, but the car passed them too quickly that I didn't get a good look. I slumped to my seat and puffed out my cheeks. 'It can't be…They returned? When? I must be dreaming. But this isn't a dream. That really looked like...' I shook my head to get the thought out of my mind. 'No. Don't get your hopes up Mikan.' I touched the necklace around my neck. It was given by a very special friend a long time ago. It reminded me of the promise we made together. 'But still…' I thought, and then a smile crept its way to my face.
~~~~~Hotaru parked her car in the restaurant parking lot and got out. We were both offered a seat, but Hotaru told them we were here to meet someone. We were led to a private table inside a room and when I opened the door I saw a guy with blonde hair sitting there. His eyes seemed to glow when he saw Hotaru enter. Then it glowed even more when he saw me enter. "You must be Mikan. Nice to finally meet you. My girl friend here has been talking about you since we met in Paris."
Wait! Hold up! Girl Friend!? "Girl Friend!?" I repeated my thoughts. Ruka seemed to look confused so I turned to Hotaru. "Yes Mikan. Girl friend. Ruka is now my boy friend. That's why I wanted you to meet him." Hotaru said plainly.
Whoa! That is so weird! My best friend Hotaru- who'd vowed there was no guy in this world that could impress her- has a boyfriend! My shocked face gleamed and I hugged Hotaru instantly without thought. Like a reflex. "Why didn't you tell me!?" I said jumping up and down. I can see Hotaru didn't like that.
"Oi, Ruka. I'm here. Where's the girl you wanted me to meet?" Before Ruka could answer I turned around to see where the voice came. My eyes widened in shock and it seems like the guy in front of me was shocked too. I can't believe this!
"Polka!?" Were the first words that came out of his mouth. My face shattered and a vein popped in my head. "7 years of not seeing each other and you still remember that perverted nickname!?"
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