PLAYING WITH HEARTS

The deeper you fall, the harder it is to get up.

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Girls, be frank with me. Boys are ignorant; they play with our hearts and see it as merely a pleasure with them. And that's the main reason why I detest boys, they're heartless and merciless. Who am I to tell you all of these facts? I'm Mikan Sakura, the girl he played a long time ago. Who's he? I'll tell when the time is right. For now, I'm officially a boy-hater.

But right now, I'm at the gates of a big and prestigious school in Japan, Alice Academy. According to them, only the rich and intelligent people could enroll in this academy. I don't consider myself smart, but I do have above average grades. I'm rich? Oh yes. And I wish I wasn't, being rich is sometimes lonesome. You don't get to befriend other people who are lower than you and that sucks. Now, isn't that sad?

A blonde man escorted me to my room, his name is Mr. Narumi. He told about how things go around in this school. I, being easily distracted, didn't even listen to what he said. I just heard that I shouldn't have grades lower than seventy percent. I could do that, I think. Then he laid my newly ironed uniform on my queen-sized bed and asked me to go to A 28 after getting ready. I nodded and he went out. I scanned the uniform from the ribbons to the skirt, it was classy looking. I sighed and fitted the uniform, it was just right. Not too short or too long for me. I got my bag ready and bolted out of the room.

"I'm lost," I said quietly to no one as I stared at the map of the school. After ten minutes, I finally found the classroom. I hear people chattering so loud, I wonder if the teacher is even there.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled. This isn't helping; I usually get nervous about first day classes. But it's now or never, here goes anything. I knocked at the door and heard Mr. Narumi's cheerful voice telling me to come inside. I slowly opened the door, I looked at the class.

Everyone looked at me as if I were an alien from another planet, and it made me feel uneasy. I felt a blazing glare from someone at the back and out of curiosity; I slowly turned my head and found out that a pair of crimson are looking at me. I looked back quickly. First impression of him: he's a playboy. How? Because he has two sluts on both of his sides, making him look so cheap. Those sluts are actually students? Argh. I scanned the room; the class has ten boys and nine girls. Great, just great. Can't boys disappear from this world? Oh never mind.

"Mikan-chan, please do introduce yourself to the class!" Mr. Narumi cheerfully said with a big goofy smile plastered on his fair skin face.

"Erm.. I'm Mikan Sakura, pleasure to meet all of you." I bowed and took two steps backward. I looked straight at the class, they were all silent. Do I look too ugly for them? I mean, I have this long brown hair that reaches up to my waist and curls at it ends. Honey-brown eyes and rosy skin.

"Class, any questions for Mikan-chan?" Ghad, he never gets tired of his cheerful tone. I just got to know him for a few minutes and this is my first impression.

Then, the class snapped out of it. Boys began asking me if I'm single, others asking if I want to date them and blah blah. I wanted to punch their faces, boys are so cocky.

"Okay, class.. That's too personal for Mikan-chan to answer--" I cut him. I wanted to make things clear.

"I'm single and I'm not interested to date," I may harsh to say this to them, but I want them to know that I'm anti-love.

The boys frowned and the girls smiled wickedly at me, I felt uneasy again. I looked at Mr. Narumi who was chuckling, I looked at him with a confuse face.

"Class, class. So who wants to be Mikan-chan's partner?" Wait, what? Partner? I don't need one. Well.. I do need someone who could help me familiarize this place to me. So that I won't get lost anymore. But I think I could figure out myself, I don't need a partner.

I looked again, every boy was raising their hands. Except five boys who seem not interest and that's good. Although, the one with the two slu-students was glaring at me. I sighed. How come boys are like this? aargh.

I looked at Mr. Narumi's soft blonde curls, it looks so natural. Then at his face, his face seems he's having a hard decision. I wonder why. I looked at the girls inside the room, everyone seems normal. Just a few people are like Barbies. By Barbies, I mean that they dress up so short just to impress guys. Awful, right?

"Hmm.. Nastume-kun, you don't mind being Mikan-chan's partner, right?" I looked at the so called "Natsume", oh. It's the playboy on the back. I looked at Mr. Narumi with a pout, thinking he would reconsider. But too bad, it didn't work. Damn.

"Hn," was all Natsume could offer to say. He's a playboy and he's arrogant. I thrower him a disgusted glare and he thrower back a dagger glare. Mr. Narumi, noticing our glare contest, gestured me to sit on the chair beside Natsume. With nothing else to do, I complied obediently.

The two sluts beside him went away with gloomy faces on their faces, I wonder what he did to them. Anyhow, I just glared at him when I was nearer to him and he smirked at me. How dare he smirk at me? Egoistic jerk bag.

I sat down slowly and quietly as possible, I scanned the people surrounding me. Two girls who I think I can befriend, one has raven hair and brilliant violet eyes and the other, has shiny ebony hair and emerald green eyes. Three boys who I don't even deemed as appropriate boys. Oh wrong, one seems appropriate enough.

"Sakura-san, I'm Yuu Tobita. You could just call me Yuu, I'm the president of the class. So if you need anything, just call me. Okay?" Yuu smiled at me and I smiled back.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Polka, isn't that print too old for you?" What the hell is he talk--Oh my goodness! He's talking about the print of my underwear! He's so gonna get this.

My face was clearly showing that I was embarrass and angry at him for his rudeness and pervertedness. I punched him as hard as I could, and he ended up falling of his chair and onto the floor. The girls gasp, the boys' eyes were wide as saucers. I wonder why they make such a fuss about it. A girl just punched a guy, what's so not normal about that, huh?

"You bitch! You punched Natsume-sama. No one dares do that! No one," a seaweed haired scolded me and so? Oh wait, Natsume-sama? Why the use of sama? He's not an important person, right? Oh well, who damn cares.

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PREVIEW:

"He's this important? Oh fuck. I'm so doomed," I told myself softly.

Oh wait, what's this? Natusme Hyuuga kissing me on the lips! Hell broke loose for sure now. And wha-?

Ice Queen and Bunny boy? Funny title names for them. I wonder if I could see who they are. I struggled to pass the people, but I managed. I gasped, they're dating?! Wtf.