The Start of Attempts

It was that time again.

They were outside. In the empty school yard, behind the Alice Highschool building. It was late afternoon and he was forced to stay… thanks to her.

She was standing right in front of him with her hands placed on her hips. An accusing expression tainted her scarlet, red face. Her teeth were gritting. In her hazel eyes lived a strong determination and undeniable irritation.

Opposing her was none other than him. He stood with his hands shoved into his pockets. His malicious smirk dappled his perfect physique. He was certainly pleased by her reaction. The construction of his pride was complete in a matter of seconds.

They were having a staring contest again. Or so it seems.

"What are you waiting for little girl?" he sneered, trying to brighten the fire between them. "Are you just here to waste my time, again?"

"No, not really…" She said. The tone was unfathomable. She was angry. But she was trying to be the calm one. "I just decided to confront you, Natsume."

"Confront me?" He spoke in a mock of fright.

"Yes," she said through her teeth. "Because ever since we met at grade school you've been nothing but a jerk and I don't want to deal with this up until college or… or the rest of my life!"

Natsume Hyuuga raised his brow. So, this airheaded girl is finally putting her foot down? He was expecting more of um… shrieking nonsense and such then afterwards, an insane grin.

She was always like that. She never knew how to stay angry at someone and after all these years, she has been very forgiving.

"So, what? You want me to apologize about seeing your panty a while ago in History class?" he said, a smirk still etching on his face. "Well… no, you can't make me because it's mostly your fault, Polka-Dots."

Mikan Sakura groaned. Never has she met a boy this annoying and cruel. But actually, she doesn't have to confront him. She could just walk away and pretend he never exists. But she didn't.

She may have been his classmate and enemy for such a long time- up until now in their fourth and last year of highschool- but she has never seen his true smile of happiness.

He was always scowling like the world did something terrible to him.

But what made him so furious? Every girl in school absolutely worships him. Every guy in school idolizes him. Every teacher and adult simply admires his intelligence. He was likeable because he was perfect in everything.

Yet he seems so discontented of his life…

That is why Mikan has decided to let him use her in his practical, dirty jokes.

He sure makes fun of me a lot, no… wait… He makes fun of me every single day, she thought between her pastimes. Maybe this is what makes him happy. Maybe I could finally see him that way!

But this time, she's giving it up.

"Never mind," she sighed. She doesn't want to worsen things anymore, plus the attempt of breaking free from his mean pranks was worthless. "Sorry for making you stay behind…"

She started to turn around. Her anger was subsiding quickly again. But a callous, cold hand gripped her arm. She gazed at him questioningly.

Funny it should be him looking like that to her. But he didn't. He was slightly angered because she was making him say sorry but she was the one who ended up saying so.

Mikan can be such an idiot.

"You know… I just got something…" he said instead of grumbling on how ridiculous she's getting.

"Got what?" She tilted her head like a puppy.

Natsume got her running in his palm. "I'll leave you alone forever if you get a guy to kiss you." He said, smirking.

"If… I get… a guy… to…?" She was loss in words.

"If you get a guy to kiss you," He said, watching her quiver. "I'll stop bothering you. I'll stop trying to set your favorite clothes on fire. I'll stop making fun of your flat-chest. I'll also stop pulling your hair."

"Hmm…" She threw some thought on it. "Just to kiss me…?"

"The guy should really mean it. He should make the move. Not you. It should be on the lips. Fifteen seconds. In front of people and of course, I should see you do it. With the tongue as well."

"Ew! You're such a perve!"

"Fine. Without the tongue but that won't guarantee some parts of my offer."

"Argh! Your deal is impossible!"

"Your brain is impossible." He retorted smoothly, letting her hand slipped away from his. "I'll give you three days."

"Three days?! But that's too short!" She griped. He clicked his tongue, annoyingly. "Life is too short… But alright. How about a week?"

"No."

"Three weeks?"

"Nope."

"How about a month?"

"Not even!"

"Ah, you really are a hopeless virgin…"

"That's unnecessary, Natsume!"

"How about before graduation? Today is January, twenty-six and so… Ah… You have at least seventy-five days to get someone to kiss you. That's ten weeks and five days, Polka."

Mikan has once again stitched her thoughts together to see what her outcome would be. She gazed at Natsume's eyes. How those red, ruby-like eyes intimidate her… She swallowed. "Fine."

"It's a deal, then?"

"Yes."

He sighed like someone just got ran over. Maybe someone did. "You know… No guy would ever kiss an ugly, stupid girl like you..."

"We'll see, Natsume. We'll see." Mikan though has doubt edging in her voice. She got at least seventy-five days to get a guy to kiss her... and frankly, she's the most clueless girl in the Alice Academy.


A/N: Okay! End of short prologue. The next one would be Attempt # 1. ;)

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