▬ Popular REJECT▬
"Today the neighborhood, tomorrow the world
Popular girl, popular girl."
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A Fanfiction Written By:
Snowflaked Angel
- I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined -
- I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned -
Dedicated to:
Starrynight3800 & Cute Pukite
-You're my all in all-
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▬Full Summary:
Meet Mikan Sakura: Her profile is practically stamped with the huge, red, bold letters that spell R-E-J-E-C-T.But, with the help of some rich teens, Mikan Sakura kissed her reject status adieu and was ready to take on school again, with her new gained confidence and charisma… that is, until her parents told her they were transferring her to a different school. Now, Mikan finds herself in the famous private school for the rich and elite: Alice Academy. There, she forms a popular clique, vows to tear down Luna and her cronies by beating the crap out of them in dancing, and somewhere in the fray, fall in love with the man of her dreams. Well, first she has to realize exactly who is her real prince charming. N x M
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▬Chapter Two: Privacy, Puh-lease?▬
You look me up, You look me down
Do you leave a good impression
I wanna know do I satisfy
Do I fit in your obsession
I feel your pryin' eyes all over me
You get so excited by the things you should not see
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"Miss Sakura…"
Mikan faintly heard a man calling her name. As somebody nudged her gently, Mikan's eyes fluttered open. She glared at Ichiru, who disturbed her from her nap.
Ichiru chuckled. He wasn't scared of Mikan. "Miss, we're here."
"Here where?" Mikan muttered, propping herself up and fixing her hair. She was taking a nap on the comfortable seats of the black limo.
"Here at Alice Academy, Miss." Ichiru held out his hand to Mikan, who took it and got out of the limo. She checked her reflection in the hubcap and slipped on her oversized Aviator Sunglasses. It was too sunny outside.
Ichiru handed Mikan her black Versace handbag. Mikan updated her fashion wardrobe before she left home.
"This, is Alex Academy?" Mikan craned her neck up towards the sky. It seemed as if the elaborate front gates touched the sky.
"Miss, it's actually Alice Academy, not Alex Academy." Ichiru stepped forward and dialed a number on his cell phone. Mikan didn't just want to stand there and look like an idiot, so she pulled out her red Motorola Z9 slidey phone and started texting Nami Kimura. As much as Mikan hated her, Nami was Mikan's only friend at Tokudaiji.
Nami was the granddaughter of Seiji Sakura's boss, and when Nami and Mikan were introduced to each other, they became friends immediately. That is, until Nami betrayed Mikan and stole three out of the three boyfriends Mikan ever had. Mikan knew she did it intentionally, and Nami pretended nothing happened.
MIKAN: im at alice academy rite now. sucks.
It took a while for Nami to reply.
NAMI: omg reali? howzit?
MIKAN: actuali, i havent gone in yt, im waitin for da stupid guard to stop talkin on his cell.
Mikan looked up and glared at Ichiru again. Ichiru looked confused.
NAMI: sucks for u then. uh, well, i have to go now, ill miss u.
MIKAN: uh, ok. bye.
NAMI: bi.
Mikan rolled her eyes and slid her dark red phone shut. She marched up to Ichiru and tapped him on the shoulder. Ichiru spun around and whispered, while covering the mouthpiece, "What?"
"Let's go in, already. What's taking so long?"
"Oh." Ichiru muttered a good-bye to whoever he was talking to, and snapped his phone shut. "Sorry, Miss."
Mikan crossed her arms and sighed. She had her back against the gates, so that was why then the gates suddenly sprang open, she nearly had a heart failure.
She watched the tall gates slowly open with curiosity, after she got over her shock. Just for a good measure, she lifted her phone and snapped a picture of the entrance. The gates obscured her vision of the inside, but now that the gates were open, Mikan would see that the school was certainly large.
Large, was the greatest understatement of all time.
Suddenly, Mikan saw a figure bouncing toward them before she heard an endearing voice calling out.
"Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!" The figure sang. When it got closer, Mikan realized it was a blonde-haired man with purple eyes.
Ichiru handed his ID card to him. "Yo, Narumi."
"Ichiru! Long time no see. I'm glad you delivered one of our precious students here safely!" Narumi looked at Mikan and smiled.
"What's your name, pretty girl?" Narumi asked.
Mikan looked at him like he had four eyes. She lifted her pointer finger. "First, what's with the gay aura around you?" She lifted up two fingers, "Second, why the hell are you wearing…" Mikan's eyes traveled up and down Narumi, "a French girl outfit? Or are you really a girl?"
Ichiru sighed as Narumi looked absolutely appalled. "Uh…" Narumi began nervously, "I'm a man… and it's just my habit of dressing like this. I am completely mesmerized with the beauty of these kinds of outfits. As for the 'gay aura'… well, I have no control over that, I'm afraid…"
Mikan frowned. If all the teachers were as strange as this, Mikan would go crazy and start tearing her hair out. "Whatever. The name's Mikan Sakura."
Narumi seemed absolutely delighted that she actually answered his question. "Mikan! Wonderful! Now, let's proceed to the administration office and get you all dandy and settled!"
Who the hell says 'dandy' in the twenty-first century? Mikan thought, following the bouncing Narumi. Poor Ichiru was on his own with Mikan's heavy luggage.
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Mikan flopped on her full-sized bed and watched the luggage people move her luggage and furniture in and out of her new dorm room. She was supposed to have a roommate, but Mikan didn't see her yet. She sighed and stared at the front page of the packet she received. It said the following:
Welcome to Alice Academy!
This packet includes everything you need to know to get going on your first week here. Any questions, contact Mr. Narumi or Mr. Misaki, extension 2805 & 3866.
1st Page: Welcome!nd Page: Student Class, Ranking, Other
2nd Page: Important Information
3rd Page: Dorm Room Number & Dorm Rules
4th Page: Academy Guidelines & Restrictions
5th Page: Academy Academic Honesty Policy
6th Page: Academy Bell Schedule
7th Page: Academy Teacher Contact Information
8th Page: South Map of Alice Academy
9th Page: North Map of Alice Academy
10th Page: Student Questionnaire
Mikan flipped to page 2.
Name: Mikan Sakura
Student ID: 94483
DOB: 1/1/1993
Sex: F
Grade: 10
Class: 4C
Counselor: Narumi
Ranking: Double Star
Starting Money: 50 Rabbits, payable upon first day of school
"Interesting," Mikan muttered. So you were ranked by the Academy. That sounds intimidating, Mikan thought. Oh great, I have the weird teacher as a counselor… seriously, how does he qualify for a counselor?
And you couldn't use regular Japanese money in here! In other words, even though Mikan's household income was above average, it didn't matter here. Everything bought in the Alice Academy school grounds were used with these weird "Rabbit" tokens.
She skipped page three and four because she already heard an hour long lecture from Narumi about it. Basically, the only information Mikan actually got from the lecture was that they had uniforms in the Academy.
What ever happened to "uniqueness and freedom"?
On page five, Mikan hastily signed her name in the blank, pledging that she would "not, by any means" cheat on a test or copy anybody's answers. Psh. Whatever.
Mikan flipped to page six, and it said:
Regular Days
8:00 – 9:00 : 1st Period
9:00 – 10:00 : 2nd Period
10:00 – 10:15 : Break
10:15 – 11:15 : 3rd Period
11:15 – 12:15 : 4th Period
12:15 – 1:00 : Lunch
1:00 – 3:00 : 5th Period
Late Start Days
9:10 – 10:00 : 1st Period
10:00 – 10:50 : 2nd Period
10:50 – 11:00 : Break
11:00 – 11:50 : 3rd Period
11:50 – 12:35 : Lunch
12:35 – 1:15 : 4th Period
1:15 – 3:05 : 5th Period
Minimum Days
8:00 – 8:45 : 1st Period
8:45 – 9:30 : 2nd Period
9:30 – 10:15 : 3rd Period
10:15 – 11:00 : 4th Period
11:00 – 12:50 : 5th Period
Easy enough to remember, though it was really different from Tokudaiji's bell schedule… and it seemed like "Period 5" was really favored upon. Must be a important—otherwise known as borrring—class.
Mikan skipped the teacher contact page and went to the two pages of maps. She quickly scanned it. There were three main buildings: Elementary A, Middle B, and High C. Room 4C was in the High School Division, Building C. There were two gyms, two pool centers, and basically, two of everything: One for the North, and One for the South, probably because the school was so big. Mikan's classes and dorms were in the Northern Part.
Alice Academy had everything major, like Tennis Courts, Pools, and Work-Out Gyms, but so far, Mikan didn't see the place she wanted to see…
"Miss, where should I put this?" A random worker called out. Mikan lifted her pointer finger in a "wait-a-sec" kind of way. Her eyes were still on the map, searching.
Suddenly, she found it. Mikan jumped up and ripped the Northern Map page from the whole packet. She threw the rest of the contents on her bed and walked over to the busy workmen.
"You can put that over there. Do you guys know where you put my Furla Tote?" she asked them all.
They all gave her confused looks and shrugs. Obviously, they didn't speak designer. Mikan tapped her foot and tried again. "Do you know where you put my pink bag?"
One of the luggage carriers pointed to a corner, where there were a bunch of pink bags. Mikan threw aside the pink grocery plastic bags and finally reached her beloved Furla Tote.
She immediately grabbed it and raced out the door, but not before poking her head in the door and saying, "I'll be back later. Put everything where you think it should go. Ciao!"
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Luckily, Mikan chose to wear her brown flip-flops, and not her high heels; so when she ran, her feet didn't hurt. She came across a sign that originally said "YIELD" but it was scribbled out with graffiti and now read, "BALEH IZ 4 LOOZRZ". Mikan glared angrily at it and consulted her map. Then, she walked into a large building that read: Dance.
The moment she walked in, she saw a desk with a woman sitting there, talking on a phone. She looked like a secretary. Mikan didn't really know what to do, and saw that the secretary was busy, so she pushed past the desk without saying a word.
After walking further and further inside the building, Mikan came to a stop when she saw the first dance room. Mikan stared inside, where a girl was dancing. The rooms were just as big as the dance room Mikan had in her house. Mirrors were used on each face of the room, except for the entrance, which was why Mikan could see what was going inside. The walls were soundproof, so Mikan did not know what music the girl was dancing to.
Mikan walked further in and passed more private dance rooms, some had the blinds down, so people wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside, and some people had the blinds up, so people could peer in the room thanks to the transparent wall. Slowly and slowly, as she walked down the hallway, Mikan felt the stress that originally built up, fade away.
So far, Mikan did not find a vacant room. She continued walking down the hall, then made a left. Finally, she found an empty dance room. Room number 8. She slipped inside the room and flipped the lights on. Immediately, she was dazzled by the light and felt at home.
Mikan didn't bother putting the blinds down: she didn't mind being watched. She performed in front of crowds many times. Mikan put her tote down on the side and took out its contents. The room had another door on the other side, and when Mikan opened it, she found a medium sized dressing room.
Mikan quickly changed and came back out, wearing her flesh-colored tights, pink leotard, and ballet flats. First, Mikan jogged in place for about thirty seconds to get her blood flowing. Then, Mikan stretched her foot and rotated her ankles. After Mikan was sure she did a thorough warm-up, Mikan stopped.
Just like her house, there was a CD player in the corner. Mikan took out a CD from her tote and fed it in the CD player. Mikan hit "Track 2" and took her place in the center of the room. She was in second position.
When the sound of Felix Mendelssohn's "Spring Song" flowed out of the speakers installed on every corner of the room, Mikan sprung up in the air and landed gracefully and pulled her leg into a perfect rétire position. It seemed as if Mikan had no bones, she was so flexible. Mikan continued to fly around the room, practicing her almost perfect pointé skills. She was still working on jumping around with her feet still in pointé position.
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Unbeknownst to Mikan, a messy raven-haired boy with alluring crimson eyes was currently strutting towards her dance room. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them over his tantalizing eyes. Unlike Mikan, he didn't even glance at the other dance rooms he passed. A duffel bag was carelessly slung on his shoulder. He was wearing baggy sweats and a dark hoodie and was listening to his iPod with a pair of white earphones while slightly nodding to the beat of whatever rap song he was listening to. A red baseball cap turned backwards covered some of his messy raven locks that were swaying back and forth.
Some girls that were dancing in their rooms stopped dancing to take a good look at him; some even waved or winked. He paid no attention to them and kept on walking forward. When he reached Mikan's room he stopped. He glanced at the dance room number: 8, before looking at Mikan, who was dancing, and paying no attention to him.
He lowered his sunglasses a little bit to take a good look at the girl. Her leotard showed off her curves very nicely. He slid his sunglasses back on, bored.
He pulled open the door and quietly closed it. The girl still didn't notice him, because she had her eyes closed, feeling the beat and heart of the music and expressing her emotions through her dancing. The boy stuffed his hands deep into his pockets.
He rolled his eyes at her ballet dancing. He never liked ballet. It was too girly, professional, and up-tight. This girl made ballet seem a teeny bit better than what he originally thought of it, but not by much.
I guess she's a good dancer… in ballet, he thought.
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Mikan twirled with her eyes closed. She did not need to open her eyes to know that she did it perfectly. When you were so advanced at dancing like Mikan, these things came as second nature to you. Mikan only opened her eyes when she was about to do a very difficult jump.
Big mistake. Just as Mikan leaped from the ground she caught sight of a person wearing all black, except for the red hat, and wearing sunglasses, staring at her. And he was right inside the room too!
Mikan always hated surprises, no exception here. Midway through the jump, Mikan screamed and tumbled from the air. It was instinct that kept her from getting any serious injuries; she braced her fall with her hands. Her foot hurt a little bit, but it seemed alright.
After rubbing her foot a couple times, she glared at the person who was smiling—no, smirking—a little bit. Mikan was furious. Not only did that person interrupt her private ballet practice, but he scared the hell out of her and almost caused her to injure herself!
"Privacy, puh-lease?" Mikan hissed. She was still sitting on the floor.
The person smirked. Mikan could tell that it was a boy now, but all Mikan could see was a tan face and black-hair. Mikan stood up and put her hands on her hips.
"I'm currently using this room, so could you puhlease…"
The boy shrugged. "Oi. You're using my room."
"I-It's not yours," Mikan croaked. His low, husky voice caught Mikan off guard. "It's not yours!" Mikan said a little louder, then mentally slapped herself. Stuttering alone was reject-like, but repeating the same phrase twice was a total disgrace!
"Hell yeah it is. Ever heard of signing rooms?"
"Signing rooms?"
"I signed up for the three – five pm slot, sugar." The boy stepped forward, closer to Mikan. Then, he pushed his sunglasses up and revealed his crimson-red eyes.
Mikan took an involuntary step back, her eyes wide, wondering how a person's eyes can be so… mysterious and smolderingly sexy.
Omigosh did I just think that? Stupid Mikan! she thought.
She suddenly remembered the secretary sitting behind the desk. "Oh, well sorry then," Mikan said sarcastically. She spun around and reached for her duffel bag, but a strong hand suddenly closed upon her wrist, and Mikan found herself being pulled back.
"Don't you think that you owe me something, polka-dots?" A voice suddenly growled softly next to her ear.
Mikan could feel his minty breath on her face. She froze as her mind went completely blank. Then, she blushed and pushed him away. "I don't owe you anyth—wait… polka-dots…?" Mikan looked down.
Oh damn! Her polka-dotted underwear was showing beneath her leotard. Mikan blushed for the second time today and quickly stretched her leotard so it covered her underwear.
"Y-you rude per—"
"Natsuuumeeee?" A ickily sweet voice called out. Mikan and the boy—Natsume?—both turned toward the transparent window. The door to the room burst open and a blonde-haired girl made a beeline towards Natsume and flung her arms around his neck. She was wearing a black tank-top, torn jeans, and a couple of long, silver necklaces that went down to her tan, exposed belly.
Bling, Mikan thought as she took her in. Mikan didn't know what to think of the girl's style. One side of the girl was screaming: Popular Cheerleader. Her body, hair—blonde and in a ponytail—and medium tan confirmed that. Yet, there was another side of her that had "Punk/Breaker" written all over her. Her outfit was pure breaker, and even the way she moved… Mikan couldn't really explain it.
When she came to her senses, she realized the perverted moron and the mysterious girl were having a very intense make-out scene right in front of Mikan's disgusted face. Tongues and groping included.
"Get a room!" Mikan hissed, brushing past them and exited the dance room.
The moment Mikan was out of sight, the girl pulled away from the boy. "Who was that, Natsume?" she asked, searching the boy's face for an explanation.
The boy shrugged. "Dunno. Some up-tight ballet dancer." He grabbed the girl again. "Let's finish what we started, Luna."
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Mikan's hands clenched into fists as she stomped her way back to her room. "What the hell is wrong with that couple?!" Mikan fumed. "Obviously, 'privacy' is not in their vo-ka-bulary…"
Mikan kicked the door open and cursed when she found out that she kicked it with her slightly injured foot. Without caring to look around, Mikan face-dived into her bed and screamed into her covers to "let it all out".
After a minute, Mikan started to realize that something felt different. The bed seemed to feel harder than the soft one her parents got for her. And the covers seemed way softer than she remembered it…
Mikan lifted her head up to stare at the covers, which were lavender, not pink like the ones she had. It took a while for the thought to register in Mikan's brain.
This was not her bed.
Immediately, Mikan jumped up like flames were dancing on the bed and widened her eyes, looking around to see if anybody saw her. At first thought, Mikan thought she entered the wrong dorm room, but remembered that the girly teacher told her that she had a roommate…
"Don't think I didn't see you."
Mikan whipped around and gasped, nearly knocking over an unfamiliar lamp that certainly did not belong to her. The other girl raised her dark eyebrows suspiciously. Mikan blushed at her clumsiness, but her eyes widened even bigger as she got to look closely at the girl's face.
Mikan's brain was absolutely in a whirl.
"Ho-ho-ho-taru?" Mikan paid no attention to her "reject stuttering". She was too shocked.
The other girl blinked and folded her arms across her chest. "What's it to you? How—" Her eyes narrowed a bit.
"Moron Mikan?" she whispered.
"I told you I totally object to that hideous name, Hotaru!" Mikan wailed, launching herself forward to hug her long-lost best friend. Hotaru immediately jumped aside when she got a close-up look at the glittering snot dangling from Mikan's nostrils. Mikan was shocked when she grabbed nothing but air and lost her balance and fell to the carpet floor.
"I can't believe this. Drool on my new covers, snot on my new carpet…" Hotaru began.
"Hotaru! Why won't you hug me? Didn't you miss me?" Mikan hastily wiped the tears and snot from her face with a lavender scented Kleenex tissue.
Hotaru sighed. I paid for those lavender-scented tissues! What a waste…
Mikan finished blowing her nose and smiled. "I missed you, Hotaru. Ever since you left…"
Her raven-haired roommate with amethyst-colored eyes was her former best friend, Hotaru Imai. Mikan and Hotaru were best friends through elementary school.
But, before 7th grade started, Hotaru suddenly announced that she was moving away, breaking Mikan's fragile heart. Unable to accept the fact that their seven years of solid—and a little twisted—friendship was going to break apart, Mikan started becoming depressed. Furthermore, Hotaru wouldn't even tell Mikan exactly where she was moving to, and any information to contact her. Hotaru's leaving caused Mikan to lose some of her self-esteem, and was one of the reasons her classmates crowned her the royal title of "REJECT".
"Ever since you left…" Mikan repeated, "I missed you."
"How were things at Toku when I left?" Hotaru brushed her black hair out of her eyes.
Mikan blinked, and stared at Hotaru's left shoulder. "Okay, uh, more than okay, g-great!"
Hotaru scrutinized Mikan's face, who smiled meekly in return, then sighed. "Come here, idiot." She outstretched her milky white, flawless arms.
Mikan smiled and ran to Hotaru, and the two long-lost friends—best friends—hugged for the first time in years.
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Meanwhile, a certain crimson-eyed boy tossed and turned in his king-sized bed.
The Academy is bullshit. Absolute bullshit. The teachers are bullshit. The students are bullshit.
He turned over so he was lying on his back, facing the ceiling. He brushed his black hair out of his crimson eyes.
The only reason I'm still here is because of Double H.
Natsume turned to his side, trying to get some sleep.
The only reason…
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"I don't get you, Mikan. You wake up so damn late and still dawdle on your make-up like a slug," Hotaru said with impatience and annoyance.
"Huh?" Mikan wasn't paying attention to Hotaru, she was concentrating on her eyeliner. "Soft, little strokes," she repeated to herself.
Hotaru rolled her eyes. "What did you say?" When Mikan gave her no reply, Hotaru sighed. "You remind me of those weird chicks from Toku… what were they called? Ivy Rose? Ivy Us?"
Mikan would've laughed at "Ivy Rose", but Hotaru's unintentional insult hurt. "What do you mean I remind you of Envy Us?" She spun around and faced Hotaru with a slightly-hurt expression.
Hotaru realized she hurt her friend, somehow. "Just kidding. Those chicks are bitchy."
A slow smile spread across Mikan's face, like a child who stumbled upon the hidden box of chocolates. Mikan jumped up and hugged Hotaru tightly, who wore a slightly content and choked expression.
"Get off," was what Hotaru said coldly.
Mikan pouted, then glanced at the clock in their room. "Ohemgee, it's 7:50 already? And I'm still not done with make-up yet!" Mikan jumped up and picked up her shimmering Dior Addict ultra ultra-lip gloss and gave her lips a few swipes before dropping it into her medium-sized book bag.
Hotaru muttered something along the lines of, "Serious problems… Shouldn't be wasting my time here…"
Finally, finally, the two sprinted out of their dorm room. Hotaru's black converse shoes were doing her some good; Mikan's plaid red and black dress flats that matched her uniform, on the other hand, were absolutely torture while Mikan sprinted to her classroom with Hotaru, knowing that the bell was going to ring in minutes.
Ding... Dong… Ding… Dong…
Hotaru already opened the classroom door and entered before the first "ding" was heard. Mikan wasn't so lucky. She was still slightly limping towards the classroom. She flinched when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around guiltily and gasped when she saw the weirdo gay person, Narumi.
"Well, hello, cute Mikan! How are you this lovely day?" He chirped, waving at Mikan frantically even though they were right next to each other.
"Should I go in?" Mikan asked, ignoring his cheerful wave.
Narumi shook his head, and Mikan eyes caught something people on the top of his head. "No, wait until I call you, alright?"
Mikan nodded. Instinctively, Mikan's eyes flitted over his new attire. It had the same aura as the outfit Narumi was wearing when Mikan first met him… but this time, there were laces on the sleeves and pants, and the outfit was lavender. He even wore a hat with a long purple feather sticking out of it.
Looks like there's a new "Yankee-Doodle" in town, Mikan thought.
As if reading Mikan's mind, Narumi started singing—yes, singing! Not even humming—a familiar and annoying tune before walking in the classroom. His wasn't a particularly bad singer or anything, but…
Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it Macaroni.
Oh gawd. Oh gawd, Mikan buried her face in her warm vanilla-scented hands to shield her eyes from Narumi's attempt at tap-dancing to the tune.
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
And with the girls be handy.
Mikan shuddered as the classroom door swung closed, finally glad that Narumi was gone. It seemed that he was nice, but he was absolutely too bizarre. Suddenly, Mikan heard slow footsteps coming her way and without thinking, quickly hid behind a corner.
Stupid Mikan! What was that for? Did you have to hide? Mikan thought, scolding herself. But her eyes widened as she saw the sexy boy and the pretty blonde from yesterday walking together, and heading towards classroom 4C. The blonde giggled as she clung to his arm. Mikan heard the classroom double-doors creak open, then shut again.
Mikan exhaled and stepped out of her hiding place, and back to her original position in front of the classroom door.
Ten Minutes Later…
Mikan tapped her foot impatiently. Her arms, adorned with silver bracelets, were folded across her A-cups. Ten minutes was a long time when you were waiting around with nobody to talk to and nothing to do, except stare at a wall.
Mikan checked her reflection in her compact mirror for the fifth time. Her lip-gloss was fading a little… Mikan quickly reapplied it. Her glitter eyeliner was doing well. She snapped the mirror shut and sighed. Searching for something to do, she inspected her nails while she flexed her foot so it was in en pointé position.
She was almost at her limit when the door suddenly opened. Mikan jumped in surprise and turned around. Finally, she could go in. Narumi gestured her into the classroom. Mikan wanted to bite her lower lip with nervousness, but remembered that her lip-gloss would be ruined if she did that.
Instead, she rolled her shoulders twice, lifted her chin up, and checked her posture. She tucked the loose strands of her hair, which was a complicated chignon, behind her ear. Taking a slow breath, she stepped inside the classroom.
"Hi class, she is a new student here," Narumi announced to the class. Then, he turned to Mikan. "Why don't you introduce yourself and tell us all a little something about you?"
Mikan opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She immediately closed it and crossed her arms. Somehow, she always felt more secure whenever she folded her arms across her chest… as if there was a barrier between her inner bubble and the outside world.
"My name's Mikan Sakura. Call me Mikan. I love dancing, especially ballet, so don't mess with me about that." Mikan unconsciously ran her fingers through her auburn-colored hair. "Nice to meet you," she added at the end.
Mikan saw Narumi smile approvingly out of the corner of her eye. Narumi clapped and asked, "Now, class, does anyone have questions to ask Miss Mikan?"
A few hands shot up in the air.
"Yes, Kokoro?" Narumi called on a boy with honey-colored hair and a smiley expression, which seemed almost permanent on his face. His expression made him slightly dim-witted, but he looked nice. Mikan looked around the room at her classmates. Suddenly, in the back row, near the right-hand corner, she saw the perverted moron she met yesterday, and of course, his girlfriend next to him.
Mikan couldn't really tell, but it seemed as if the girlfriend was trying to get his attention, but the boy wasn't listening. With a jolt, Mikan realized his eyes shifted to her and she quickly looked away, at Koko instead.
Koko stood up, his hand still raised. "Ballet is for looooosers."
The class gasped and all turned to look at Koko, then back at Mikan, then at Koko and so forth. Koko just grinned and glanced at the raven-haired boy in the back row. Mikan saw the boy smirk. Then, a couple boys around the room whooped and laughed, exchanging loud high-fives and being… ah-noying.
Mikan uncrossed her arms and clenched her fists for a split second. She flipped her hair and frowned at him. "I don't give a damn about your opinion, honey-boy, since you obviously can't dance." She not only directed her retort to Koko, but to all the boys that whooped and cheered. Her glittering chocolate-colored eyes searched the room for any people who had anything to say back. Mikan sneaked a peek at the dude in the back, with his feet propped up. His expression was… unreadable. As usual. Koko opened his mouth, but with a side-glance at the raven-haired boy in the back, he immediately closed it.
"Any other questions?" Mikan asked sweetly. Nobody raised their hand this time. Mikan glanced at Narumi expectantly. Narumi was still a little shocked by Koko's outburst, and Mikan's reply.
"Ahem." Narumi cleared his throat. "I told you to be nice to the new students, Kokoro Yome." He sighed. "Alright! Now, for Mikan's class partner…"
Before Narumi could finish, Mikan interrupted. "Can Hotaru be my partner?"
The moment she said it, Hotaru raised a sign that read "I REFUSE" in bold, capital letters.
Mikan's mouth dropped open and her eyes filled with disappointment. Hotaru shrugged. Narumi raised his eyebrows. "Uh, well, I'm afraid Imai doesn't want to be your partner, Mikan…" His purple eyes searched the room. "How about Natsume Hyuuga? He doesn't have a partner yet."
Mikan really had no idea who "Natsume Hyuuga" was, but when the blonde next to the raven-haired boy started hyperventilating, Mikan knew that this "Natsume Hyuuga" dude was the perverted moron from yesterday.
At the same time, Mikan and the blonde both said, "I ABSOLUTELY OBJECT!"
Though, the blonde's was more like a high-pitched shriek, in contrast to Mikan's firm tone.
Natsume lifted his eyebrow and took a good look at the girl in the front. Nice curves, familiar brown hair, small boobs… from… somewhere…
Oh. The Polka-Dotted Panties Up-Tight Ballet Girl. Her. Not that he would admit it to anybody, but the school's red and black sophomore uniform looked quite nice on her.
Narumi laughed nervously. "Well, what's final is final, Luna. Mikan, go sit next to your partner. Today will be self-study. Your homework is to read pages 1-10 from your Literature book! A-adieu!" Narumi slipped out of the door.
That left Mikan and the whole class gaping at where he used to be. Luna's scream brought everybody back into reality.
"No! No!" Luna was screaming, "I won't hand over my Natsume to anybody!"
Mikan rolled her eyes and walked down the middle aisle. Everybody was curious at what she was going to do next, and it was her who everybody had their eyes on.
Mikan paused at the back row and glanced at the bored Natsume, and deranged Luna. Then, she noticed another boy sitting in the back row that she didn't notice before. He had blonde hair and the bluest of the bluest of the blue crystal eyes. The blonde haired boy was sitting on the edge, closest to the middle aisle, and closest to Mikan. Natsume was in the middle, with his feet propped up and a manga book lying carelessly on his desk. And Luna, of course, was on the side, closest to the window.
Mikan smiled. She addressed her words to the blonde-haired boy. "Hi. What's your name?"
The boy looked up at her. Everybody stared. It was the first time they saw Mikan smile, and wow, it was dazzling. Ruka flashed back one of his own trademark smiles. "Ruka Nogi."
Mikan's smile grew bigger. "Mind if I sit next to you? The edge is fine."
"Sure… but don't you need to sit next to…?" Ruka quickly glanced at Natsume.
"I'm sure it would be better if I sat next to you. Don't you think so, Luna?" Mikan raised her head and widened her eyes at Luna. Luna nodded vigorously.
"Well… alright." Ruka moved a little bit to make room for Mikan.
"Thanks!" Mikan beamed and took her seat next to Ruka.
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▬Author's Comments:
Second chapter of the story! W-hoo! Sorry, I decided to end the chapter there. I could've made it longer, but then, the chapter would be boringly long, and I don't want that. It's only 800 words less than the first chapter, so just bear with it!
Yes! The ever-so important Gakuen Alice characters have appeared: Hotaru, Natsume, Ruka, Luna, and Koko. And, if you count the optimistically weird teacher: Narumi. About Mikan's phone: I'm making her have the same phone as I do, so I can describe it more clearly –laugh— My phone's my baby, and I love it.
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For the next chapter of this story... I'd say give me about two weeks or more, since school just started.
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-- Geena / Snowflaked Angel