Author's note: Yay! My second new story today! Why am I putting so much pressure on myself…? This story was originally going to be NatsuMikan, but I realized there aren't enough Tsubasa/Misaki fics and I liked this idea a lot so…whatever. Alright so this is my first Gakuen Alice chapter fic. My other one was a one-shot. But that's not really the point, now is it? As a quick note, because of the plot of this fic, it has to have a lot of totally OCC-ness at the beginning. So don't bother telling me. It'll drive me insane. But other than that…read on, dear reader, read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice. And neither do you so don't laugh! Not that you would…I don't think.
CHAPTER ONE:
MATERIAL GIRL by Madonna
Living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
Misaki Harada was have a decisively bad day. And no, it was not just because her brand favorite Prada heels were covered in a brown, smelly substance that she didn't want to identify. It wasn't because her new Gucci sunglasses were broken. When she thought about it, Misaki realized she should probably be having a great day, but the pink haired girl didn't want to grateful so she didn't think. And we all know not thinking has its consequences.
As a matter of fact, not thinking was why the billionaire's daughter was having such a crappy day. Her day had gone a little something like this….
Misaki was walking to school and not thinking about how her maid had burned her breakfast, which her mom had skipped out on again, her father was still MIA in the morning, and definitely not thinking about the awful fact that the rain water was ruining her perfectly styled hair when someone crashed into her.
Thankfully, whoever it was had collided into her from the front and had cushioned her fall by landing under her. She opened her eyes and found herself gazing into a set of deep blue ones. The boy underneath her—because it had been a boy who crashed into her—had a star on one of his cheeks and had a head of ruffled black hair that seemed purposefully messy.
"Hey there gorgeous," he said with a wink, waking Misaki from her trance. She all but threw herself off the offender and grimaced when she landed in the puddle of water.
"I'm going to sue you for attacking me," Misaki said darkly and the boy snickered.
"Sure thing beautiful," he said looking amused. "But you might want to change your shirt."
Misaki looked down and realized that not only was her shirt white, it was also drenched. She turned a unique shade of red that didn't even have a name and glared.
"Pervert," she snapped and attempted to pull herself up by grabbing a nearby stop sign. Unfortunately, the pole was just as wet as she so Misaki's hand slipped and she fell back to the ground.
"You need some help?" asked tattoo boy, raising one eye brow in the way Misaki had only dreamt of being able to do.
"No," Misaki said automatically and regretted it immediately when she tried to push herself up only to plunge her hand into another puddle of water. The boy shrugged.
"Alright then," he said easily then smiled a dazzling smile that would've had any girl's heart…except for Misaki of course.
"Humph!" was Misaki's intelligent response and she turned her head away as if to prove his smile wasn't going to work on her.
"I'm Tsubasa Andou," he told her before bounding off. The name sounded familiar but she couldn't quite place it.
Besides, trying to remember would mean she'd have to think and as stated previously, thinking wasn't something Misaki enjoyed doing much of. Because if she were to think, she would have to think about how her parents were continuously fighting which was probably the reason why her dad was never around at meal time; she'd have to think about how material things could never quite replace the love her parents stopped showing her; she would have to think about how much she wanted to be a tomboy like her real personality was, but Misaki felt the need to please her parents—just in case they remembered to love her again—and if being a materialistic snob was what they wanted, then by God Misaki Harada would be a materialistic snob.
"Insignificant jerk," she muttered and shivered. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a tiny jacket that wouldn't keep her very warm. But it would cover up her wet, white and now quite see-through shirt. Misaki then proceeded to make her way to school with all the dignity she had left. And it wasn't much. Things were made even worse when she realized that her fall had shattered her new—and expensive—shades and when she stepped into a smelly pile of something which became another thing Misaki opted not to think upon.
The one of the few bits of luck Misaki had that day was that she ended up at school with enough time to spare to run to the bathroom to try and fix herself up. Another was that the only person in the bathroom was Nobara Ibaragi, a close friend of hers. Nobara's eyes widened when she saw Misaki's pitiful state.
"Some weird kid with a star tattooed on his face crashed into me," Misaki said grumpily.
"A star?" Nobara asked quietly.
"A star," Misaki confirmed and pulled out her bag of cosmetics.
"Did you catch his name?" Nobara asked worriedly. Because if you aren't worried when Misaki is angry, there's something wrong with you.
"Tsubasa Andou," Misaki said and surprised herself by remembering. Misaki rarely remembered anything at all. She brushed past it and continued to fix her make up to the best of her ability.
Her third and last bit of luck was that Nobara had brought a set of Misaki's clothes to return to her and the designer wearing girl was able to change from her soaking wet clothes into something equally as fashionable except warm and dry…and not see-through.
"Um, Misaki-chan, there's something you should know about a new boy in our class," Nobara said nervously. Nobody liked to upset Misaki and the news she had to deliver didn't have anything good in them.
"What is it?" asked Misaki carelessly.
There are many reasons people should think. One is because when one isn't thinking, one has a tendency to not pay close attention to things that should be paid attention to. For example, if Misaki had been thinking at all, she would've noticed her friend's peculiar reaction at the mention of a boy with a star tattoo. She also would've noticed the word's 'new kid' and then Misaki Harada would've put two and two together. Maybe then the shock of who Misaki saw when she opened the classroom door wouldn't have been as bad.
What a shame she didn't.
"Hey beautiful, looks like you changed your shirt," an all too familiar voice called out. Then it clicked for Misaki. Tsubasa Andou was the son of Misaki's mother's rival clothing designer…and was just as rich as Misaki. And now that she could see him in better lighting, he was just as good looking.
"You!" she shouted.
"Harada, I don't care how famous your parents may be, I will nothave you yelling at our new student," Jinno roared and Misaki scowled. JinJin could be a real pain in the ass when he wanted to be. Which was always, Misaki had decided several years ago. And it wasn't just because Jinno taught math and that was Misaki's worst subject. Misaki walked toward her empty seat which she then realized was right next to Andou.
This is just peachy….
But then a thought hit Misaki, something that rarely happened. It wouldn't be very much later on that she realized exactly why she suddenly started thinking again.
How come I noticed that he was next to me before I sat down?
Because Misaki was not a thinker, she was not very observant so on a normal day, she probably wouldn't have realized Tsubasa Andou was sitting next to her for another week or so.
How strange…how new. Wait…since when do I think to myself? Since when do I think in general?!
"Oi," Misaki's personal hell whispered. Misaki gritted her teeth and chose to ignore him, hoping against hope he would give up if she kept ignoring him. But Misaki was out of luck and her day continued to be awful because Tsubasa Andou grinned devilishly, a facial expression she saw out of the corner of her eye and her heart sank while her temper shot up.
"Hey Pinky!" he hissed and she scowled and stared at her desk which had suddenly become quite interesting.
"Piiiiiiiiinnnnkkkkkyyyyyyyyyy!!" he repeated in a sing-song voice.
"Pinky…did the cat drag you in?" Tsubasa asked in a whispered and Misaki lost her temper.
"I wouldn't look like this if you weren't a bumbling buffoon and crashed into me!" she shouted furiously. Tsubasa snickered and Misaki turned bright red when she realized Jinno was staring at her along with the rest of the class at her sudden outburst.
"Harada. Andou. Detention," Jinno said sharply. Misaki and Tsubasa jumped up and started spewing their objections
"But he—"
"My first day—"
"A WHOLE WEEK OF DETENTION FOR THE BOTH OF YOU!" Jinno roared and both students sat back down with a thud and glared at each other.
"One more sound from either one of you and you both get detentions for the rest of the month," the old man growled just as the frog on his shoulder ribbited.
I hate you, Misaki mouthed turning to Tsubasa who shrugged.
Same here, he mouthed back.
"I can see you two mouthing at each other!" snapped Jinno. "It counts! You both have detention for another week!!"
No one bothered to point out that his original threat had been the rest of the month.
Yes, Misaki Harada was having an extremely bad day.
And so ends the first chapter. You guys know you wanna review…..