Kon'nichiwa minna-san!
I am feeling better and I'm back with a new story! :D
A tad bit of OOC-ness but I know you guys are used to it ;)
I'm rating this story M for language and scenes. So you all know what that means.
And to answer the questions on your minds, there will be lemons in this story. There is one in fact in this chapter lol!
Hope you enjoy!
By the way text in Italic style means it is a flashback or a thought. :)
Xoxo Lexi1989
The Guy Next Door
Chapter 1: Somebody That I Used to Know
MIKAN'S POV
I sighed as I sat down on one of the empty chairs in the auditorium near the window. It was the first day of classes. I am a junior at Stanford University. My best friend comes in and sits at the desk next to me.
"Good Morning Hotaru." I greeted her warmly.
"Good Morning Mikan." Her tone expressionless like it usually is. The fact that she even responded made me happy. A couple more students came in to the room. The auditorium had about 50 seats and only 10 were occupied. I wasn't surprised. The journalism program usually admitted just a few students each year. And not everybody made it to the next semester. I see my friends, Sumire and Anna join us. I greeted them and turned to look out the window. My mind wandered and I thought about him. That night three years ago in Japan.
It was a snowy night. Just a couple of nights after my high school graduation. The girls had forced me to go clubbing with them when they found out my dumbass of a boyfriend cheated on me with my cheerleading squad's co-captain who also coincidentally was my best friend. I drank but not that much. Just enough to get out of my funk and dance like crazy. I danced the night away. I was about ready to go home when I felt a hand reach around my waist and turn me around. I was about to slap him but his looks caught my attention.
He was a certified hottie. Silky raven black hair. Tall, handsome and muscular in just the right amount. I remember running my hands along his arms and feeling his biceps. We had danced to two more songs, grinding into each other not caring if other people were looking. I remember his husky voice whispering into my ear and me leaving the club with him.
I remember him undressing me with my eyes when he got me alone. Those sexy crimson eyes. He had pinned me to the wall crushing my lips in his while his hands roamed all over my body. I couldn't get my hands off him either. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was kissing him everywhere. On his mouth, then I explored his jawline, licked his neck as he was whispering dirty words in my ear that made my panties wet with desire. The next thing I know I am in his bed and naked like the day I was born. He was straddling me, his arousal evident by the tent in his boxers as he let his eyes take in my naked form. His fiery eyes were filled with lust. I licked my lips to tease him and he growled. I pulled him on top of me and claimed his lips while his hands kneaded my breasts. I could remember how breathless he made me feel. How I panted with my desire to have him. He made me forget all the shitty luck I'd had with my boyfriend and my traitorous pathetic excuse of a best friend.
I remember how his oral ministrations drove me to the brink of passionate madness. He hit my pleasure points in just the right places. His left thumb and index finger flicking and pinching my nipple. His tongue on my clit and his other hand thrusting three fingers curled to hit my g-spot. Oh, I remember that tidal wave of a climax and how he made me come again and again that night. He was heaven on earth.
I let out a small sigh and glance around. No one is paying attention to me. Sumire is busy talking to Anna about the importance of fashion. Sumire, with her perfectly done nails and curly green hair is the diva in our group. She would always have the latest Prada bag, or the newest Christian Louboutins (seeing as she just transferred from a Fashion major, it wasn't surprising) whereas I am the simple girl in our group. I would care less if my sneakers were dirty or I wore simple jeans and tees to class. Anna was our dainty princess type. She's pretty and believes in romance and happily ever afters. Hotaru was busy on her phone as always. She was running an online shop on Facebook so she had to keep up with the orders and deliveries. She would sometimes resort to blackmail to get us to help her out. One of my other friends, Nonoko was not in our class since she was studying a different major. She was studying BioChem.
I went back to my reminiscing.
I had returned the favor gladly to him. He was very well endowed and I almost choked with him buried to the hilt in my throat. He pulled out suddenly and I looked at him in surprise.
"I want you. All of you." He had said in that deep husky voice.
And I gave it to him. All of me. I can still feel him slipping inside and filling me. It was a perfect fit. Like two puzzle pieces coming together. How he made me moan in pleasure and scream with delight. We had sex well into the wee hours of dawn. And then we fell asleep.
I remembered waking up at half past 5am. The sun was peeking through the horizon. It was my cue to leave. We were in his apartment after all. His arms were on my waist and I stared at him. He looked so innocent sleeping. I giggled as I remembered thinking how he was the opposite last night. I slowly removed myself from his arms, careful not to wake him. My dress from last night was on the floor but it was ripped on the side thanks to him. I picked his shirt from last night up from the floor and put it on over my dress. I left him a note. And I left through the front door never to see him again.
"Earth to Mikan!" Anna was snapping her fingers in front of my face, catching me in my daze.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"Thinking about you-know-who again?" She giggled.
"I was not!" I blushed slightly.
"Oh, please Mikan, your face says it all. You have that 'hot and bothered' look when you think of him. And besides, that was so three years ago. And we've all heard you saying it was the best f-"
"Sumire! Language!" Anna smacked Sumire's shoulder giving her a pointed glare.
"Ow! Anna! Fine! How it was the best love making you've ever had in your life." I rolled my eyes at the term she used.
"That sounded so lame, on so many different levels." I said to her. I was tapping my pencil at the edge of my chair.
"Well, little miss hopeless romantic here gets a fit when we all remind her it was a one night stand. You know this one is a fairy tales happy ending believer." She gestured to Anna who stuck her tongue out.
"It's your fault; you should have left him your number so he could call you. Idiot." Hotaru had finally put down her phone and was now joining the conversation.
The bell rings to signal the start of class. The auditorium is still more or less empty.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Hotaru, Anna, but I'd side with Sumire on this. It was just a one night 'fuck'." Putting emphasis on the last word. Anna pouted.
"I don't know his name, his number and I'm never gonna see that guy again. One, he lives in Japan and we are here in California. Two, considering my luck sucks at getting a good boyfriend and with men in general, I just don't see how—" My sentence is interrupted with a loud cough from the front of the room.
Sumire and Anna go back to their seats as the teacher had arrived. My pen had dropped so I stooped down to pick it up.
"Good morning class. My name is Natsume Hyuuga and I will be your professor for this subject this semester. You may call me Hyuuga-sensei." I froze as I heard the cool husky voice. No it can't be. He must not be the only person who has that kind of voice. I shook my head. I tried to look at him closer but it was impossible to see since we were far from the podium and my eyesight was bad.
Sumire threw me a crumpled piece of paper. PROF IS HOT! (with pictures of flames and a red heart inside it). I rolled my eyes.
"This is JOU 3010. Multimedia and Videography. I believe all of you are taking the Journalism Major. So you have taken JOU 1001 and have mastered the basics in journalism." His face was to the board writing as he was speaking so I couldn't see his face.
'Cool it Mikan. Just because you were just thinking of him doesn't mean he will materialize in front of you.'
"I will tell you however, this is not an easy class to take. This class is designed to enhance your capabilities and journalism skills using multimedia, DSLR and video technology. As journalists, we are all about storytelling. And you'll be using the skills you learn in this class and the data you collect and discover to boost your reporting to a higher level." He turned around but he had sat down and had his face covered by his laptop which was open on the teacher's table.
"Can everybody please come closer? Since there are only 13 of you in this class, it would be better for you to sit here in the front." I didn't stand up until Hotaru pinched my leg.
"I'll be calling your name so please stand up and introduce yourself once called." His face was still covered with the attendance sheet. It was just my luck having a surname that starts with an S, so I am one of the last few people called.
"Mikan Sakura?" He called out. I stood up and faced the class.
"Hi, my name is Mikan Sakura, and I am a junior. Journalism major." As I moved to sit down, we heard a crash. One of the books the professor was carrying fell to the floor. I directed my gaze from the book to his face.
And I see the same crimson eyes from that encounter three years ago staring at me.
NATSUME's POV
It's my first day to fully teach a college class. I'd passed the teacher's licensure exam years ago but had never gotten interested to teach since I didn't have much patience in the first place. I'd tried it once, with high schoolers and let's just say it didn't start or end well. I figured college kids would be easier to facilitate. They were almost the same age as me, or slightly younger. Nothing I couldn't handle. I lock the door of my car and I head down to the Starbucks on campus as I feel my head throb.
"Stupid Koko." I muttered under my breath. Koko Yome is one of my friends who helped get me a job here in Stanford. He invited me and our other friends, Ruka Nogi and Yuu Tobita to chill at a bar and celebrate my new job. And to cut the story short, we ended up going home at 4 in the morning and I woke up at 7 nursing a very big hangover.
"Natsume!" Yuu, clad in his med school uniform, was already at a table with Ruka. Koko was nowhere to be found. Ruka is a licensed vet and has a clinic in the downtown area. He works as a part-time teacher to make extra money. Yuu is still in Med School as he wanted to be a doctor. Koko, unfortunately works with me in the Journalism Program. I sit down across them and slowly sip my hot black coffee. The throbbing in my head has decreased slightly.
"How can you two not look so hungover?" I asked them.
"Unlike you and Yome, we both know our limit when it comes to alcohol." Ruka chuckled. I rolled my eyes.
"Are you excited with your first day?" Yuu asked.
"I'm more excited to get rid of this headache." I mumbled. I glanced at my watch and see that it's a quarter to eight. I needed to get going since my class was on the other end of the campus. I grab my coffee and laptop bag and head out the door with them at my heels. Med school classes were nearer so they weren't in any rush.
"Good luck Natsume!" They called out and I just shrugged.
I head to the auditorium. I pass by a couple of groups of college girls sitting on the quad staring at me and hear them burst in a fit of giggles. I roll my eyes. I was used to it. Can't help it if I'm that good looking. I ran a hand through my messy raven black hair and walk a bit more swiftly to the auditorium. I remember the fiasco that happened at the high school I taught in 2 years ago. A catfight ensued after two seniors argued about who my favourite student was. I shivered at the thought. I peek inside the auditorium and there are about 13 students scattered in the seats. The bell rings and I strode in. No one takes notice. I fake a cough and all eyes are on me. Good.
"Good morning class. My name is Natsume Hyuuga and I will be your professor for this subject this semester. You may call me Hyuuga-sensei." I prefer the Japanese version than being called Professor Hyuuga. It just felt right.
"This is JOU 3010. Multimedia and Videography. I believe all of you are taking the Journalism Major. So you have taken JOU 1001 and have mastered the basics in journalism." I faced the white board and started writing the course name and my name.
I sat down at my laptop and pulled up my roster for attendance. "I will tell you however, this is not an easy class to take. This class is designed to enhance your capabilities and journalism skills using multimedia and DSLR and video technology. As journalists, we are all about storytelling. And you'll be using the skills you learn in this class and the data you collect and discover to boost your reporting to a higher level." I said.
I was flustered, I couldn't find the roster but good thing I had printed it out yesterday and had it tucked into a book I had brought along.
"Can everybody please come closer? Since there are only 13 of you in this class, it would be better for you to sit here in the front." I hear the sound of their footsteps come to the first few rows. "I'll be calling your name so please stand up and introduce yourself once called." I held up the attendance sheet and called the names, sneaking glances at the faces belonging to the name. As if I could remember that in the first lesson.
There were a couple of cute girls in the class. Nothing special. I called out the next name.
"Mikan Sakura?"
"Hi, my name is Mikan Sakura, and I am a junior. Journalism major." I scanned the room to search for the owner of the voice. My eyes settled on a very familiar looking brunette. She was facing her classmates and was just done talking when I dropped my book. She looked up startled and stared at me. Our eyes locked and she gasped and turned pale.
'Damn. It's her.' My mind was swimming. I remembered that night. I had dreamt of it for the past three years. I had searched for her back in Japan and never found her. I had woken up late that morning to find a note on the pillow and my shirt missing. That note was in my folder in the laptop bag. No name, no number. She just left a fucking note after the best night of my life. Well, at least now I know her name.
Here she was standing in the auditorium, as a student in my class. And she was wearing my shirt. The shirt that she took off with the morning she disappeared. I thought of something to say but all I could think of was her soft skin and how she was in my bed. How she felt with me, in me. I feel my cock beginning to harden at the thought of her that night. She had this effect on me ever since I saw her dancing in the club that night. I struggled to get something out of my mouth.
"Nice shirt Miss Sakura." I mentally face palmed myself and she cringed. She blushed red like a tomato and sat down, mumbling a small thanks. Noticing the confused looks of the people in the auditorium, I quickly moved on to the next name on the list.
"Sumire Shouda, junior, just switched from Fashion to Journalism Major." She stood proud and tall. I was starting to call out the next name when she cleared her throat to get my attention. I looked up from the attendance list and at her.
"Yes. Ms. Shouda?" I cocked an eyebrow.
"Aren't you going to compliment me with my choice of clothing like you did with Ms. Sakura, Hyuuga-sensei?" She asked with a gleam in her eyes. Mikan looked panicked and tried to get her friend to sit down. Her seatmates, the girl named Hotaru Imai and a pink haired girl who was yet to be called, tried to stifle their laughter.
"You should not be concerned with what I say or do in this class that does not concern your work, Ms. Shouda. I was just complimenting her choice of clothes as I too, had a shirt just like that." Mikan stiffened and her 3 seatmates' eyes widened. Sumire Shouda sat down but she narrowed her eyes at me then Mikan.
I continued calling the names of the people on the roster. The pink haired girl next to Mikan was Anna Umenomiya and she was last to be called. Shouda was trying to get Anna to switch seats so she could talk to Mikan, which I suspected has told them about how we met. I decided to break up their little group by assigning them different seats far from each other.
"Seeing as we have a whole auditorium to ourselves, and just a fourth of the population filling it, I will be creating a seating plan for everybody effective on our next class." A chorus of groans erupted from the class which I ignored and continued. I walked to the podium and my eyes swept the room.
"As this is a class required by your major we will be meeting in this auditorium for 4 hours, thrice a week, Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Sometimes we may go on excursions to different places to test your videography and DSLR skills. Those will be announced at least a week in advance. I trust everybody here has a camera and a laptop, yes?" Everybody nodded.
"Good." I spent the next couple of hours talking about the basics of the class and requirements to get a passing grade, trying not to let my gaze linger on the brunette sitting on the second row. She pretended not to stare but I caught her looking a few times to which I smirk and she bows her head down pretending to type on her laptop. Koko popped his head in suddenly at the door.
"Class, this is Professor Yome, he is one of the Journalism major class professors. Please excuse me for a minute." As I jogged to the door and glared at a flush faced Koko.
"Hey Natsume! How's your first day?" He asked.
"As you could see, I was in the middle of a lecture which you so kindly interrupted. What do you want Yome?" I hissed.
"Well, I was late and I forgot my wallet at home. D'you think you could lend me a couple of bucks for lunch?" His eyes looked bloodshot and his hair was all messed up. My headache was returning at the sight of him. I sighed and took out a twenty from my wallet.
"Thanks man! Oh and by the way, you've got some hotties in your class.. hehe" He was peering at the door and pointing at Mikan and her seatmates who were now huddled around her. They must be gossiping about me.
"Yeah, well remember that hot girl in Japan I told you about?" I asked him.
"Which one?" I was about to smack him on the head when he put two hands up in surrender. "Kidding man, kidding. It was that night you went into the club right? And you danced with a hot girl. And took her home and she left you in the morning and could no longer be found." I nodded, still looking at Mikan from outside the door.
"She also took your favourite shirt. The Nirvana album cover one right?" I nodded again, still not letting my gaze stray from Mikan who was wearing my shirt. [A/N: it's the Nevermind album cover by the band Nirvana :D]
He looked at where I was looking and he stared long and hard at Mikan just in time as Sumire who was blocking his view, returned to her seat and he glimpsed the shirt Mikan was wearing.
"HOLY SHIT!" He shouted and the class looked in the direction of the door. I supressed the urge to punch Koko for making a scene.
"Sorry for that class, Mr. Yome saw a cockroach." Everybody went back to what they were doing.
"Really dude? Cockroach? You just made me look like a wuss to your students." He cringed.
"It's your fault for being too loud."
"But is it really her?" He intently stared at Mikan who was still talking to her friends.
"The one and only." I raked my fingers through my hair.
"What are you planning to do?" He turned to look at me.
"I don't know yet. We all know a professor can't date his student." It's standard rules for any school. It's forbidden.
"Oh.. so you really like her coz you wanna date her. What if it was just –" He looked at me hesitatingly.
"Just what?" I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Just a one nighter for her? She did leave without a trace. No name, no number, no address." He seemed to cower under my gaze.
"We'll see about that." It did cross my mind. But I was definitely not gonna let the day end without me knowing what the hell went on that day.
"Ok.. I'll see you at lunch then. Good luck!" Koko strode off after giving me a pat in the back.
I strode back in and everybody scrambled back to their seats. I was about to continue the lecture when the bell rang signalling it was end of class. I looked at my watch and realized it's already 12 noon. The students put their stuff in their bags and began to file out. Mikan tried to swiftly place her things in her bag and ushered her friends down the aisle. She wasn't quick enough for me though.
"Miss Sakura. May I have a word with you?"
END OF CHAPTER 1
Sooooo
frozenbutterfly, here is one of your requests. :D
By the way xNatsuMikanx has advised the stories are continued on Wattpad and I have read them there so you may wanna tell your sister that so you guys can download on your phones/tabs and find the stories. ;)
I'm still working on the next chapters for my other stories namely (for those who have/are not yet followed/following me)
Crimson Rose – in progress (almost to the end)
Delicious Taboo – in progress
You may want to check out my other works as well. I have 3 one shots and one completed work.
You Belong With Me - oneshot
Realize - oneshot
I'm Sorry - oneshot
You Are Mine - Completed
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