A/N: Hey y'all! Idk why I've been writing so much in the past couple days but I just started typing and this is what came out. Don't worry, it's MikanxNatsume.
Chapter 1.
"You're nothing to me," he sneered at the quivering brunette, his words piercing her heart. She trembled in fear, tears running down her pimpled, acne scarred face. How could he say these awful things to her? Wasn't he her friend? Why Natsume? Why are you being so cruel? Mikan cried, her sobs shaking her entire body. She was crying so hard she began to hiccup uncontrollably. Her vision clouded as tears stained her black wide framed glasses. She couldn't do anything; she couldn't run away, scream something back at him, she couldn't even move. All she could do was stand and cry as her childhood best friend told her their entire relationship had been fake, a lie. That it meant nothing to him.
"Pathetic girl," the boy taunted, his crimson eyes filled with hatred. Hatred, for her. He ran his fingers through his glossy raven black hair, causing a wave of sighs from the girls in the crowd. Yes, the crowd. They were standing in the middle school courtyard. During the spring days students liked to have lunch there. Her humiliation was for the entire school to witness.
"You tell her Natsume!" one girl yelled.
"Yeah! You disgusting leech! How long did you think you could hang on to Natsume, huh?", another one scoffed, smiling smugly as her friends chimed in in agreement.
"You make us sick!"
"Pie face!"
"Freak!"
"Go die ugly!"
Boos and jeers from the crowd were hurled at the poor girl, but she couldn't even hear them. It was all a roar in her head. The only words she heard were Natsume's. I hate you. We were never friends. You're nothing to me. Pathetic girl.
Suddenly something hit her in the face, breaking her out of her trance. It was someone's lunch. People laughed at her fear. Others joined in. Soon everyone was throwing things at her. Half eaten fish sticks, rice, miso soup, anything they could get their hands on.
Natsume glared at Mikan, making her cower and flinch in fear. "Get out of my sight," his voice was cold and hostile, with no traces of the warmth she had always felt before. Mikan spun around, knowing this would be the last time, the last thing, the last words he would ever say to her.
And she ran, covered in food, amber eyes filled with hurt, confusion and betrayal. She fled down the hall, past laughing students, oblivious to her pain. Running into the bathroom, like the hundreds of times before, she grabbed the roll of spare paper towels hidden underneath the dispenser and locked herself into the handicapped stall.
But this time was different. Because the times before, when mean girls would try to tear her down with their horrible words, or physically harass and push her around, it was Natsume who came to her rescue. He would fire back insults right at them. He would threaten them and make them stop. He would grab Mikan by the hand and gently lead her out of harm's way. He would hand her his red handkerchief, ignoring her protests that she would get it dirty with her snot and tears. He would skip class and stay with her, sitting by her side, not saying much, but comforting her with his warm presence. And even though hours later, when she felt better, put a plug on her tears, and gave Natsume the same sweet, bright smile that brought one to his face, she would still go alone to the girl's bathroom on the second floor and cry after he was gone.
Because words hurt. And actions hurt too. And even though she had cried in the same stall with the same sadness as before, it was never because of her best friend. And even though words hurt and actions hurt too, she was never truly broken. But now these same actions and words were coming from the person she trusted most in the world. Yes, even more than her parents, sometimes even more than herself. And all she could do was wonder why and what she did to cause her best friend to be this way; to act like a stranger- no, like an enemy.
So this time it was different. And she knew it would never be the same again.
Poor Mikannnnn. I just want to give her a big hug and smack Natsume silly. But Natsume isn't really that cruel, is he? If ya wanna know then follow and keep reading to find out more! ;) Also reviews would be really appreciated on your thoughts and suggestions on not just writing style but also plot. They keep me motivated and determined to work on my writing. Thanks!