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I promise i won't love you.
Going through hell for you.
Chapter two edited version.
There are many devils in this world but I don't think I will ever underestimate the devils of Imai Hotaru ever again in my life.
Imai Hotaru was blasphemy.
All the little villains in Hollywood movies cannot compare to the troubles of the girl, pretty as a flower yet cold as ice, one of the scariest people in the world.
And no, I am not kidding.
Flashback
Oh, Pick up baby – you know you want me. Pick up, pick up!
"Oh man," I moan as I reach for my phone. "Why on earth did I find you even mildly amusing?"
My eyes are barely open and I can feel the fatigue within me demanding more sleep. "Hello?" I drawl lazily, making it clear I'm not interested so make it quick.
"Busy?" Asked a cold voice, I roll my eyes at the sincerity and I shoot back sarcasm in every word.
"No, just sleeping and you?" I can feel her roll her eyes at my immaturity and to prove my point, I stick my tongue out, aware she cannot see it.
"Come over," she orders, ignoring my common courtesy in which she seems to lack.
"To little Twinkle town across the road? Who the hell is this?"
"Imai Hotaru." Shit, I did dig my grave. Attracting Hyuuga Natsume's friend? And out of all his friends, I had to attract the ice queen of the school. Well, maybe she's nicer than her reputation states.
At that point, pure logic hit me. "How did you get my number?"
"Sources." She states simply. I can just imagine, Hyuuga and her having a conversation. No need for hello, unnecessary, no need to ask 'how are you?' I can see it in the way you walk, a simple nod would suffice. End of conversation. Oh man, how I'd love to have one of those mind blowing conversations one day.
Somehow, I able to slap myself into reality, I look at my alarm clock and drop the phone. It was four freaking AM.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
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"Hotaru," I mutter as I dragged myself across the pavement. "Why didn't you just drive here?"
"I wouldn't even have had to if you came over, Mikan."
"Yeah," I mutter darkly "I'm sure I would've known the way considering you didn't tell me your address."
She rolled her eyes at me, "Ask, find out." She said, laying out the options.
"It was four am in the morning, and I didn't even get ready, I didn't brush my hair, and I'm walking down the street like a fucking zombie in my pajama's and you expected me to find out where you live in Twinkle town?"
"Sounds about right," Hotaru glanced at her watch and tsk'ed in dismay. "We're late."
"For what?"
Hotaru's usually stoic features changed as a smirk grew pronounced on her face.
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End of Flashback
Seriously, I'm warning you now, if she ever calls you at 4am – to hell with it, 2am in the morning without telling you the address, you do it. I don't care how you do it, you do it. This is a warning coming from a personal victim, and mark my words, you will regret it if you don't follow her orders.
She was not just an ice queen, no – not even a killer one.
She was a devil, she was devil's spawn.
Flashback
"To be Natsume's girlfriend, I think it's only suitable that you wear preferable clothing." Hotaru says nonchalantly glancing at me.
"Number one, I am not his girlfriend. Number two, I am in Pajama's and Number three, I will not wear clothing that is suitable to the whores that he hangs around." I spat.
"Number one, you will be. Number two, it's still horrible. Number three, he doesn't even hang around them."
"That's exciting, really Hotaru, but I'm fine with what I'm wearing thanks."
"I hate your fashion sense." She states.
"And you think I like yours?" I scoff.
She glares at me, her violet eyes piercing and I can almost feel ice piercing my skin. Now, if you ask me, that's just plain creepy.
Hotaru shoves – clearly she's angry – a very very very very short black skirt, a tight, white, see through blouse, a black and red tie that had the school symbol engraved onto it and black knee length socks.
"What's this?" I murmur, dazed.
"Food, what the hell does it look like?" She mutters under the breath, clearly annoyed.
"Right, so I what? Eat it?" I say. I smirk as her face grows more annoyed and she throws pieces of paper at me. As I pick it up to look at it, I could feel all the blood in my body drain. The pictures of me naked in the shower or eating. "How the hell did you get these?"
"Sources" she states, "If you don't change, I will post these in every country in the world, and you won't see the end of it."
"Right…" I say carefully as I stepped into the change room. "Your sources in here too?" I joke half heartedly.
"Good guess, it's a punishment for being late."
I froze.
End of Flashback.
I feel like a porn star! I was dressing up in front of cameras for God's sake. I could only make myself feel better by telling myself she wouldn't torture me any further.
"Nice photos." She said to me as I came out of the dressing room.
How the hell was I supposed to react to that?
Throw a table? Trust me, I considered it, but she has connections I tell you – in every little crack and corner like a little spy unit that knows every little secret of yours, and to be honest, I wouldn't want to face her wrath.
I look at myself and let's face it – I looked good but I looked like a complete slut. I'd rather look ten times ugly and dorky than this, but I have my whole life on the line here.
The guys stare at me in awe or lust, the girls shoot me unimaginable glares, and suddenly, the feeling of being alone didn't seem so bad anymore.
"Dudes and dudettes," I say in a clear voice, "Let me make this clear, I was forced into this, by a cr- uh loving...sweet classmate, Hotaru" who snorted in approval, "and a cocky bitch, Hyuuga Natsume."
"I am not cocky." I turn around, as I see Natsume checking me out. If he wasn't so hot, I would've puked. Which I was about to, considering I hate him and all.
"Oh yeah?" I challenge. "Who's the hottest boy on campus?"
"Natsume!" girls yell. We both ignore them, and he stares into mine, my eyes losing the heated staring contest we were having right now.
"Now, now Mikan," He says, "Isn't that obvious?"
"I told you, you're cocky."
"I'm just stating facts."
"Right." I say. "By the way, I am not dressing like this for you, I'm doing it for my future."
He raises an eyebrow, not comprehending what I'm on about – and frankly I don't care. Changing in front of cameras does that to you. I tug at the short skirt in a fail attempt to make it longer, naturally, it wouldn't budge.
"Did you know Hotaru forced me to?" I whisper in his ear, hoping to whatever there is out there that she doesn't hear it, and hold it against me.
I hear him snicker, his crimson eyes boring into mine as he reaches down towards me, "I told her to," he whispers back and before I could even react, places his lips onto mine.
Fast progress here, like i always do in the first few chapters of my stories.
I should be doing these faster, considering i'm on holidays right now.
I think, i have matured in life - not.
Well, i hope i've matured in my storytelling.
From my last old chapter from this story, thanks many to:
Flameangel, Princessofcrown101, Ruin princess, Dominqueanne, Sakurapetal246, fan# 1, Irumi Kanzaki, Ayamekochan.
Hope you enjoyed this much more than i enjoyed writing this.
Much love,
Helplessly lovestruck.