I can't believe I got so many reviews for one chapter! Thank you! So, here's chapter two! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice
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As a punishment for speaking my mind during class, Natsume-sensei gave me extra homework! I cursed him to the depths of hell.
"Mikan, hurry up." Hotaru said impatiently, as I floundered around in my locker.
"I'm sorry, Hotaru!" I cried, "But I can't find the booklet Natsume-sensei assigned to me!" My fingers came across an empty box of tampons. My face heated up. Quickly, I tossed it in the nearest garbage can, and continued my search.
Hotaru, thankfully, didn't comment, but said, "Hurry up, baka. How many pages did Natsume-sensei assign anyway?"
"The whole booklet." I muttered, finally finding the booklet hidden under a couple of sweaters. Triumphantly, I stuffed it in my backpack, slammed my locker shut, and grinned at Hotaru.
"Baka, that's a hundred seventy-five questions to be done in one night. You sure did piss of Natsume-sensei." I sighed, and nodded in agreement.
"You did piss off Natsume-sensei," Natsume-sensei said in a mocking voice, "By the way, polka, what's this?"
I turned my head questioningly, and felt my cheeks burn. Natsume-sensei was holding the box of tampons I'd thrown away, smirking. I must have thrown it away while he was in the halls! Damn!
"Irk. Pervert!" I screeched, yelling profanities at him. I snatched the box away, allowing the whole student body (the twenty people in the hallway) to see the offending item. A yellow cylinder fell out of the box. I guess it wasn't empty. Before I could grab it, Natsume-sensei swiped it off the ground, and held it between two fingers.
"You shouldn't be throwing away such useful items. I mean, I don't want to clean up bloodstains on my desk chairs." Natsume-sensei smirked, waving it in my face.
My blood boiled, "Give. It. Back you stupid baka!" If he was any other teenage boy, I would have gladly pounced him. But no. He just had to be a teacher.
"Nope." He said, enunciating the 'p', "I'll keep it, thanks. Have those hundred and seventy-five questions on my desk tomorrow morning." Natsume-sensei pocketed the tampon, and gleefully wondered back to his classroom.
"Ass hole!" I screamed after him, agitated.
". . ." Was Hotaru's response to the whole ordeal.
"Eh? Oh, Hotaru! I'm sorry!" I hugged her, but Hotaru just shook me off. My face cooled off, but I was still pissed.
"Mikan-chan! Imai-san!" My long term crush, Nogi Ruka panted in front of us, "Are you okay? I couldn't help but over hear your. . . Fight with Natsume-sensei." I blushed once again. How could this happen? Why did this happen? My crush, saw, our sensei wave my yellow tampon in my face.
"Um. . . I'm fine." I twirled a strand of my pig-tailed hair around my finger, biting my lip nervously.
Ruka-pyon opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Hotaru, "Baka, let's go. Tsubasa-senpai won't wait forever. I want a ride home."
"R—right!" I said, then turned to Ruka-pyon, "Sorry, Ruka-pyon, I have to go. See you tomorrow in math, okay?"
Ruka-pyon smiled brightly, "Of course. See you around, Mikan-chan, you too Imai-san." Hotaru's face was blank, as she dragged me outside to the idling car, which held my brother.
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The next morning, I woke up at my desk, twenty minutes late, with seventy questions left to finish.
"Shit!" I cursed quietly, and scrambled around my room, looking for something to wear. Deciding on dark blue stone-wash skinny jeans; a slightly dirty sparkly pink tank-top and black and hot pink converses, I was out the door, shoving my papers in my back pack and grabbing at the black leather jacket.
"Hurry up, Mikan! I have a test this morning!" Tsubasa scolded, running out the door with me.
"Mikan-chan, breakfast!" Mom followed after us, a plate of eggs and bacon in her hand.
My mouth watered, but I had to get to school, "Sorry mom, I'll be late!" And we were gone, leaving mom and my probably delicious breakfast at the door.
As Tsubasa drove me to school, five miles over the speed limit, I fixed the pig-tails in my hair, and applied a soft pink lip gloss, and carefully added a minimal amount of mascara.
"Get out! I have to go!" Tsubasa basically shoved my out of the car and drove away.
"Ass!" I screamed after him, and stomped into the school, three minutes late. There was no doubt Natsume-sensei would be pissed.
I jerked open the door to first period math class, and the class went silent.
Natsume-sensei stood at the front of the room, a book in his hand, and a pair of oddly sexy glass on the bridge of his nose. His crimson eyes narrowed dangerously at me, "Do you have an adequate reason for being late, Miss. Yukihara?"
"Yes," I began coldly, "You gave me a hundred and seventy-five questions to complete by today. I had my uncle—the principal—over for dinner, and could not miss it. Don't believe me? Then march your perverted ass to the principal's office and ask him." That was bold. Even for me. The class held it's breath.
And that was how I ended up in the principal's office the second time in a row.
"Mikan. . ." Uncle began, tapping his finger on the desk.
"Just give me the detention slip and I'll be out of your hair." I sighed, holding my hand out for the pink slip of paper. Uncle rolled his eyes, and forked over the paper. I left before he could reprimand me.
Back at the bastard's class, I slipped back in, and listened to the most sexy voice ever give me the most boring lesson in my life.
After class, Ruka-pyon paused at my desk, "What happened?"
I grumbled, "Detention." I stood up next to him, and bumped him with my hip, "Oh well, want to go hang out during spare? Hotaru has advanced chemistry with Nonoko. Anna has home ec, leaving me all alone." I batted my eyelashes at him.
Ruka-pyon blushed, "How did you know I had a spare next?"
"My uncles the principal." I linked our arms, and Ruka-pyon shrugged.
"Sure."
"Hey, flirting brats. Get the hell out of my class." Natsume-sensei snapped, glaring furiously at us. He'd taken off the sexy glasses. Wait, stop. Why do you refer to everything Natsume-sensei does as sexy? You like Ruka-pyon. Remember that. I heard my inner voice say.
I glared back, and left the room, arm and arm with Ruka-pyon.
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I trudged to the dreaded detention class. I hoped Narumi-sensei was the teacher. Damn, I should have asked uncle.
I opened the door, and noticed that no one occupied it. Double checking the class room number on the door and paper, it was indeed the correct class.
I placed the paper on the desk, and sat in the first desk, furthest away from the door. Crossing my arms on the desk and resting my head on it, I closed my eyes.
"Hey, polka, wake up. You have math questions to be finishing." I bolted up-right, and Natsume-sensei leaned against the doorframe. I couldn't help but notice that the top three buttons of his white dress shirt were un-done, and that his tie was loose around his neck.
My eyes boggled. I had to spend an hour and a half with Natsume-sensei. Alone?
. . . Did you like it? I think Mikan was a little O.O.C, but other than that, everything was good, so no complaints here. Don't get mad, Ruka will end up with Hotaru, but these things take time! Chillax! Review!
~Emerald~