Chapter 1

There are some things in life that never make sense to her. She will never understand why her mother insists that girls her age should wear pretty dresses, it if it is on rare occasions, she never understands why her friends insist that every girl needs a boyfriend, she never understands why her sister is always into lotteries.

And now there's a new addition to the list: she will never understand what exactly happened with that stupid piece of paper. She needs logical explanations for most things in life (who cares about evidences that prove Usui is an alien?), and so, she dismisses this as an illusion, a trick of her mind, maybe a dream.

And she places the blame on Usui, because he is the one who started talking about "them", because he is the one who got the idea in her head (not that she likes it), because he is the one who forcefully painted pictures of a future they can have together, and well, because he is the one standing in front of her right now. Seriously, he should write a book about how to get on her nerves.

"Move, Usui." She mumbles, walking past him, brushing shoulders with him. She raises an eyebrow when she realizes that he actually did not stop her, did not talk to her, did not reach out to take her hand, or do something equally inappropriate and outrageous like he always does. That is so shocking! It makes her stop dead in her tracks. She turns around to look at him.

And she sees him smirking at her. He walks to her swiftly (must be his alien super-speed), and leans forward, trapping her between him and the wall. He brings his face close to hers and breathes out. "Misaki does care about me."

You can't exactly blame her for stomping on his feet. Come on, this was really annoying, really irritating, and really uncomfortable. Which reinforces her belief. "I hate you Usui!"

Her heart leaps in her chest when she watches a girl in her class read the newspaper with the picture of her and Usui. She runs up to her as fast as she can (she isn't an alien with super-creepy super-speed), and snatches the paper from her. Her eyes widen when she sees that the picture is actually of some other couple, and her cheeks redden with a blush when she sees the girl staring at her in confusion and annoyance. "Sorry!" she mumbles quickly, returning the newspaper and walking away. She lets out a frustrated groan once she is out of the classroom. That stupid piece of paper has been imprinted in her mind, and now she is seeing it everywhere. She closes her eyes, clenches her hand into a fist, and grits her teeth. This is not happening! This is bad! This is so bad! Can it get any worse than this?

"Misaki-Chan did you see Kino?"

He. Should. Not. Have. Dared. To. Talk. To. Her. Now. "USUI!"

He spends a part of his day wondering what exactly is going on with Misaki. He knows she is bothered about something, he knows something is haunting her mind. What he doesn't know is what exactly it is. It is common for Misaki to lash out at him- in his mind, that's their equivalent of a romantic dinner date- but he needs to know the reason.

"Misaki-chan." He calls out when he finds her all alone in a classroom, arranging some papers. "Hey, do you-"

She shuts him up by placing a bundle of papers in his hands. The last thing she needs is Usui speaking. Actually, the last thing she needs is Usui anywhere near her eye-sight, but what can she do? The stalker clearly isn't getting the message. Not because she is sending the wrong message, of course. No! It's because he is a pervert and he is dreaming.

Usui lets his eyes widen at the sight of the paper, but well, if Misaki needs help, and if she is willingly handling some responsibly to him, will he ever he complaining? He sits down and begins his work.

And she cannot help but stare at how fast he sorts through the pages. Her mouth falls open and her lips dry when she realizes that the buttons in his shirt are the same color as they were in the paper. She is suddenly terrified to realize that she remembers everything about that stupid photograph in details. Her breath hitches when she realizes that she is staring at him- at his shirt to be more accurate; no! Not at his chest- and her heart freeze when he shoots her a teasing grin. She immediately looks away and begins her work again.

He gets up from his seat, walking up to her. She tries to ignore his presence, even with her heart pounding in her chest, because hey, that's the best way. Her fingers tremble in anxiousness, and the pen slips from her grip, falling down on the floor with a sharp noise that echoes through the room, breaking the reigning silence. Usui bends down and picks it up, places it on her table.

She sees the paper she had been working on has now turned into that stupid picture of her and Usui. And suddenly she can't take it anymore. "USUI!"

He spends the rest of the day in school confused about everything, because, well, the only word Misaki spoke to him today- in fact, kept repeating- was a high-pitched blood-curdling "Usui!" He would have been worried, if he did not catch her staring at him that is. Now he is genuinely curious to know what exactly is going on in her mind about him.

He waits for her to go home together. She shakes her head when she sees him but doesn't say a word. He follows her wordlessly, taking the cue, and she is thankful for that.

"Do you have work at the cafe today?" she suddenly asks.

He almost trips on his own feet when he realizes that she doesn't sound angry anymore. "No. But if you need help then-"

"-No." she cuts him off sharply. "I have a day off. I'm going home now. Come on." she motions for him to walk faster, strolling forward impatiently.

He sighs, looking at the skies, wondering why this girl is so mysterious, and when he will be able to figure her out. It is one of the many things about her that draws him in. He follows her, keeping pace with her.

They finally stop when they reach her home. "Goodnight Usui." She greets, offering him a forced half smile.

He flips his hair in a way that makes all the girls in the school (except her) go crazy, and send a charming smile in her direction. "Goodnight Misaki."

She turns around quickly, before that smile becomes contagious and warms her heart. She walks up to the front door and raises her hand to knock. That's when she notices the stupid piece of paper stuck at the doorframe.

"NOT AGAIN!"

A/N: I am, so, so, so sorry for the late update! I don't have any excuses except I was lazy :( anyways, hope you are still interested, and hope you still liked it. Please review. Thanks for reading :)