The Phone Call

I was staring into space.

My mind was not blank, however. On the outside, I looked calm and eager to listen to whatever my teacher was droning on about. Inwardly, I was screaming my head off.

This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

Those were pretty much the four words that were running through my head all day. And what, you may ask, may be the cause of this? Well, it's simple really – I was born to this world and then God decided to make my life a living hell.

Of course, I was understating it.

My despicable aunt, who I swear was a devil incarnate, told me the news… when I was eating breakfast, no less! See why she's so going to burn in hell? I absolutely loved eating – that was one of my true passions in life and she ruined it. She made me even feel like I was going to throw up.

Well anyway, the news was a certain someone decided to stay in my house for a few weeks and guess who it was? My billionaire boyfriend, that's who it freaking was. And yes I know you're really shock since why would a girl like me date a guy like him? Well the answer was simple – I. Don't. Know.

I mean, I'm not pretty. Maybe if I dressed right, or even put on a little make-up, I can be but that's beside the point. My brown hair is always in pigtails which kinda makes me look like a two year old stuck in a seventeen year old's body. I am also quite tall (about 5'8) and skinny – I don't know why though. I eat, and eat, and eat but I just seem to gain nothing. Although, one thing that can be classified as one of my good traits other than the medical miracle, is that I have gorgeous eyes according to my mother anyway.

Although I have to give it to her, she was right. My lashes were long and thick while my eyes were a deep golden brown. Something any guy – according to my mother again – would fall in love with but since I always keep my head low, no one ever noticed it even if some did, it didn't seem to be enough to make a person want to stay and get to know me more which was fine with me. I don't like being popular. I prefer being in the shadows and I beamed in it but apparently, fate had other plans.

My closet was full of loose shirts and pants which I'm sure do not attract guys at all. And surprise, surprise, I have never worn any make-up in my whole life and I'll be damned if I start now. I'm also an average according to my IQ. I'm one of those students who have to really study hard before I can pass a subject, which I do, occasionally. I'm also not that talented. The only talent I have is the one talent I hated the most. I can act. Give me a script, I can memorize it in one glance and take your breath away. But the problem is that I have no intention to go to Hollywood or to act on Broadway just because.

Okay, I know you're clearly thinking that it's simply IMPPOSSIBLE to get a man like that without a CATCH. But there's none really. My so-called boyfriend was far from ugly and is not a dirty old man. He's actually gorgeous, but I would die before I admit it to his face. He's quite annoying especially when he wants to be, and I've only met him TWICE. Once in a party, and then the other in a park which was according to him "pure coincidence".

My parents were not a close friend of his, and we have no rich, popular ties. Although, we are rich, probably the richest in our city but we tend to go on low profile and my parents did not want to socialize with snobs… well, not until Mr. Billionaire decided to be my boyfriend anyway.

My best friend, who did not have a romantic bone in her body, suddenly decided to play the matchmaker. Her family was also rich, and unlike mine, loves to socialize and play the host of parties. I never attended their parties, even though I was invited to every single one of them. Of course, that one party (where I met him) was an exception and my best friend blackmailed me into coming.

In that party, I needed to wear a dress which I flatly refused off and that's why I suddenly wanted to curl up and die when I entered the ballroom. All eyes were on me since I was the only one who came wearing a loose shirt and baggy pants. And I was fairly sure that's why he noticed me.

I felt his crimson eyes on me the whole time I was at the ball even when people finally ignored me and my "horrendous" clothing as I heard one of them say.

He was really handsome, probably one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen in my life. The tuxedo really suited him and accentuated his striking features. He was lean, not all muscle and he was tall, taller than me actually.

My mother told me that this was probably why I tolerated (I refuse to say "liked") him as well. I was a hopeless romantic even if my appearance says otherwise, and most boys nowadays were quite short. Being a somewhat of an old fashioned, I wanted my boyfriend to be taller than me.

Hotaru Imai, my best friend, noticed the eye-stalking and she smiled in that evil way that only she can do and literally dragged me towards him. She introduced me to him and then, promptly left.

At first, we just stared each other, and then… he SMIRKED.

The annoying-you-want-to-strangle-him smirk.

I felt myself flush, and then I gave him my deadliest glare.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" He said to me and suddenly burst out laughing. It was a nice, manly lau- Argh, what was I thinking? He just insulted me!

I glared at him harder, which seemed to have spurred his laughing more.

When he finally got a hold of himself, he smirked and said, "Mikan right?"

"D-Don't call me that!" I felt myself automatically flush. Why the hell did I have to stutter?

He looked at me for a moment before shrugging. "Fine. Whatever."

Silence took over us but it was only brief. He seemed to have other plans as I let out a yelp when he suddenly grabbed my hand and led me out of the ballroom. I was so shocked that I didn't do anything else to stop him. A voice in the back of my head told me that I couldn't have done anything even if I wanted to. I ignored it.

I saw him light up a cigarette, and on impulse, slap it away. My dad smokes all the time, but never in our presence. I hated smoking of any kind. End of story.

"What the fuck was that?" he said, annoyed. The amusement in his eyes was gone. He looked a little scary that I took a little step back. I had no backbone, none whatsoever, I tell you.

"Ugh, um I-I hate smoking. Sorry." I finally managed to say, and then took another step back.

He seemed to have noticed that I was a little scared because his eyes softened and he put the pack of cigarettes back in his pocket.

"Sorry, bad habit of mine." He said, sounding sincere. "So tell me, why are you dressed like that?"

"Is that why you dragged me here? To ask me about my clothing???" I asked unbelievably before I could stop myself. I turned red because of my sudden outburst.

One of his lips quirked, and a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Wasn't my best opener huh?"

I resisted the urge to say 'duh', so I just rolled my eyes although he didn't see it because I was looking at the floor.

"I just wanted to get to know you." He said in such an honest way that I almost believed him.

I looked at him weirdly, and then I noticed he was waiting for me to reply.

I went red again. "I'm not really… interesting." I finished lamely.

He raised an eyebrow. "I see."

He cleared his throat. "So Sakura, I can call you that right?" He looked at me expectantly, and I blushed again when I remembered that I told him off when he called me by my given name. It's not that I hated my name but because we were not close. Not at all, and only people who I considered close to me can call me that.

I nodded meekly. I simply refuse to say anything else because I knew I'm just going to make a fool of myself.

"So I take it, you did not come here willingly?" He commented as he once again looked at my chosen attire.

I didn't even register what he was saying because I suddenly realized that I was in a dark place, with a stranger that could probably ravish me without anyone to hear my pleas of help. Yep, my imagination runs pretty wild.

Without thinking, I blurted some kind of apology and bolted into the ballroom again.

That was pretty much our first conversation. Now I know you're wondering how the hell did we got together - actually, how he deemed himself as my boyfri-

BAM!

I glared sourly at my best friend who suddenly threw her ballpen at me. She was not that far. She was even NEXT to me for crying out loud. But then again, my best friend was kind of violent like that. Anyway, she shoved her cellphone into my hands and motioned for myself to get out of the classroom.

I quickly excused myself out and then brought the phone to my ear.

"Hello, who's this?"

"Hey polkadots!" the voice greeted cheerfully.

I suddenly had the urge to throw the phone away.

"What do you want?"

"Oh is that how you treat your boyfriend? Your boyfriend who's been waiting patiently for you outside your school and…"

That was the moment my brain stopped functioning and I dropped Hotaru's cellphone.

He was WHAT????

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