Chapter 1: Revenge

Edit 1: So this story is currently undergoing MAJOR revision. I'll try not to stray too much from my original plot even though it wasn't well thought out and it kinda sounds like I was just spewing crap from my brain all over the page. I won't remove any of my old authors note, disclaimers or warnings (unless they no longer pertains to the chapter). Enjoy~

AND don't forget to R-E-V-I-E-W

Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish upon, Gakuen Alice will never ever be mine.

Warning: I think there's a little bit of cursing in this chapter, so if you're too young to be reading bad words, don't say I didn't warn you.

Summary: She wanted to go out with me. I said no because I thought she was a loser. She changed to prove me wrong. Now I want her. Bad. . . Damn. NXM

Mikan had never looked so pathetic in her life. She was sobbing profusely onto Hotaru's pillow without any consideration for the maid whose responsibility would be to rid it of all traces of tears and snot later. Hotaru was glad that Ana and Nonoko were there because she knew Mikan would be a handful while she was in her current state. Ana and Nonoko sat with Mikan, trying to soothe her and stop her tears, while Hotaru stood back, wanting to slap Mikan silly for crying over something so trivial.

"Mikan," Ana said softly, "he doesn't deserve you."

"Yeah," added Nonoko, "You deserve way better than him."

"Then why did he reject me?" sobbed Mikan. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you Mikan," said Ana, "he's just a playboy with no consideration for girl's feelings whatsoever."

"I'm in love with him!" Mikan wailed.

"Mi-chan, you need to get over him. He's not good for you. There are plenty of other guys out there for you to date," Nonoko chided.

"But I only want him!" Mikan cried. "What am I going to do?"

Hotaru shook her head absolutely repulsed with the pathetic excuse for a best friend that currently laid before her. "You're going to stop being so damn annoying and take revenge."

Three heads snapped up to take in an infuriated Hotaru. They all paused a moment, letting her words sink in. At first they were fixated on the fact that she had called Mikan annoying in her fragile state, but once the latter words were absorbed the trio on the bed exchanged confused glances.

"Re. . .venge?" asked Mikan, her voice suggesting she did not know the meaning of the word.

"Yeah," replied Hotaru, "Make Hyuuga jealous. Make him cry just as much as you are crying now." Hotaru was lacking ability (just the thought of her lacking anything was enough to make her cringe) when it came to soothing her best friend but, to be fair, that was not her level of expertise. When it came to things like revenge, now that was her level of expertise.

"How would I do that?" Mikan questioned, seemingly interested in the Hotaru's diabolical scheme.

"Mikan, you're a Yukihira and no one knows it. Use it to your advantage," said Hotaru. "Imagine if you showed up at school on Monday, your hair out of these ridiculous pigtails, your clothes all designer labels, driving a Mustang or a Corvette. Hyuuga would be begging on his knees for you."

"And then we would go out and live happily ever after?" asked an overly excited Mikan.

Her plans were immediately shot down by her best friend. "No. You don't go out with him. You break his heart just as badly as he broke yours."

"I-I could never do that!" exclaimed Mikan.

"Well then Mikan," said Hotaru, "I think it's time I taught you in the ways of being an ice queen."

One Week Later:

Mikan was nervous, but she knew she had to calm down, for, according to Hotaru, the first step to being an ice queen was to have everybody believe that you simply don't care. She and Hotaru had taken one whole week off school so Hotaru could transform her from the sweet loving girl she was into a cold-hearted bitch. At first she was against the idea of putting on the mask of cold-heartedness but once Hotaru went over the outcomes she had to admit that they did sound quite promising. Who wouldn't want to make those dogs sit and beg? She could have them eating out of the palm of her hands and all because she could walk pretty and talk pretty. It was just too easy. It's true that all she wanted was Natsume but soon even he would be begging to just get her alone. She took one last good look at herself; her wardrobe had changed drastically from sweatshirts, some baggy jeans, and a pair of sneakers, to tube tops, miniskirts, and high-heels. Her hair that was once styled with pigtails was now short, taking on the appearance of someone older and more mature.

"You ready?" asked Hotaru who was standing at Mikan's doorway admiring her handiwork.

"I think so," Mikan muttered, turning form the full length mirror that had occupied her interest just seconds before.

"You don't seem ready," Hotaru pointed out. She had an uncanny way off reading Mikan Sakura's feelings, and honestly, it was a bit scary.

"Well, when the last time everyone at school saw you, you broke down and cried in front of the most popular guy in school, you don't really get excited about going back."

"The girl who broke down in front of everyone is Mikan Sakura. You are Mikan Yukihira," said Hotaru. "And it's too late to have second thoughts. Your mom already called the school and demanded that they referred to you by your actual last name."

"Well then, let's go," said Mikan. She wasn't mentally ready to face everyone at school. Truth is, she was scared shitless, but she would have Hotaru by her side and a new attitude in tow, and she knew she would be fine.

The parking spot was his. Everyone knew that the parking spot right next to the office was his and his alone so why the hell did that stupid yellow Lamborghini drive in and take his spot? He was pissed, but he figured whoever it was, they were new, for no one but him and his cousin Hotaru could afford to drive a car as expensive as that. Annoyed he parked his car on the far end of the school, deciding whoever stole his parking spot would pay for it later.

He waltzed into class, late as usual, ignoring the fact that everyone seemed to be making a commotion. Whatever it was that they had decided to form a mob around, he didn't care. He was just glad that it wasn't him.

"Alright class," said Narumi as he clapped his hand to bring order to his class. He seemed to have been in the mob, also admiring what everyone else was, "I have an announcement to make."

The class stopped murmuring, but the mob did not disperse. "For any of you who haven't heard already, our very own Mikan Sakura is actually Mikan Yukihira. Yes, that's right; she is the daughter of the richest man and woman in all of Japan."

This news caught Hyuuga off guard. How could the girl he rejected be the Mikan Yukihira? he asked himself.

"Alright, alright," said a voice in the mob, "I'm not some kind of freak show so there's no need to stare for so long."

The crowd dispersed and Natsume felt his jaw drop. That was not Mikan.

A/N: I wrote this really quickly, can you tell? I hope you don't get mad at me for not explaining what Mikan goes through while training with Hotaru. Don't worry though, you'll most definitely see the results.

Reviews are greatly appreciated. :)

~Jay~

Edit 2: No major changes for this chapter. I'm actually very proud of how this was when I first released it. Anyway, my song list for this chapter:

Better Than Revenge- Taylor Swift

When I get you alone- Glee Cast.