Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, you awesome peeps!:) So, I saw this thing on Facebook which says to add 'in Harry's pants' to whatever song you're listening to now. Mine's Good Time in Harry's Pants. LOL, that sounds sick. Random... Haha. :)
Disclaimer: Sigh. I don't own GA.
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Chapter 3
Mikan Sakura Asshole.
Yes, I know I'm pathetic, but honestly, I didn't know how to get back at that little sod named Natsume Hyuuga. Why? Because he's such a mysterious little pig.
Natsume Hyuuga What, no 'hello'? You break my heart, ugly girl.
His reply came 7 minutes later.
I scowled and glanced at my profile picture— a not-too-unflattering picture of me decked out in winter wear and posing beside a life-size Santa Claus figure outside a shop. I forced myself to wait for another 4 minutes before replying— I didn't want to seem too eager.
Mikan Sakura I'm not ugly, you're the ugly one! :(
Natsume Hyuuga Whatever helps you sleep at night, little girl. You know good and well that I'm a sexy beast. Roar.
I smirked.
Mikan Sakura Wow, did you just ROAR? XD And I don't know that you're a "sexy beast". You may have wiggly blacked out teeth, a head of thinning white hair and skin as wrinkled as a natsume fruit for all I know. Fits, doesn't it? ;)
Natsume Hyuuga Excuse me, but my gorgeous appearance is a million miles from your pathetic description. ;)
I stared at the screen and rubbed my eyes for good measure, but the emoticon was still there, winking at me.
Mikan Sakura Holy guacamole... did you just WINK?
Natsume Hyuuga No, I'm a pirate 'cos I have only one eye. A sexy pirate at that.
Mikan Sakura Show me a picture of you then, to prove that you're as sexy as you claim. :)
Natsume Hyuuga Sorry, I have to go.
Natsume Hyuuga has logged off.
I stared at the laptop like the idiot that I was. What the heck was that? Maybe he really was some ugly troll? Not that I was trying to be judgmental and... age-ist, but I honestly couldn't picture myself talking to some dried up old man. Oh, my Lord. Save me. But I couldn't deny it— talking to him was kind of fun.
"You are such a snail." Hotaru shook her head wistfully as she let her eyes roam over me. "Waiting for some online million-year-old guy? How pathetic. You should come out and blackmail people with me more often."
She had just come over after receiving a text from me saying 'I'm bored', three hours after Natsume disappeared off the Face(book) of the world. Okay, ignore my failed pun there.
I sent her a withering look. "Oh, right, I should venture out and risk getting my identity exposed and being hauled off to the nearest police centre. Why didn't I think of that? What are you, crazy?"
My phone vibrated in my pocket suddenly. I whipped it out absent-mindedly, still looking at my stoic best friend who was painting her nails Midnight Ebony.
"What?" I snapped crankily into my phone.
"Is this how you're gonna greet me every time, ugly girl?" a deep, husky and unbelievably sexy voice drawled.
Crash. My poor iPhone slipped from my suddenly clammy fingers and landed face-down on my carpeted floor.
"You look like you've just seen a ghost," Hotaru commented.
Still frozen, I reached down and gingerly picked up my phone. "Err... hello?" Oh, just great. My voice sounded like a cat being strangled. "H-How did you get my number?"
"S-Santa Claus threw your number down my chimney, retard," he sounded amused.
"Oh, yeah. I gave you my number for that Bio thing..." I trailed off, ignoring the jibe.
"How's your Bio coming along anyway? Need any help?" I could definitely hear a smirk in his sexy, husky voice. I shivered slightly, though it might be because it was winter and about ten degrees out there.
"I'd rather eat raw blowfish than receive your help, Mr. I'm-a-sexy-beast-who-refuses-to-show-his-stupid-face."
"Look, can't you just drop it?" Natsume sighed, exasperated. "We hardly know each other."
"I... I guess we don't. Why'd you call me then?"
"I don't know. Let's just pretend I didn't call you. Goodbye, Mikan," his voice suddenly sounded cold and harsh.
"Wait!" I let out in a rush, even though my body just kind of shuddered when he said my voice. It sounded so... sexy. And different. "I really want to get to know you. I'll be at Alice Park at 5.30pm tomorrow. I won't leave until you show up."
There was a pause. "So? I won't be there. Goodbye."
The line went dead.
"Mikan, the girl who has tissue paper stuffed in her skull instead of brains." Hotaru deadpanned, recapping the bottle of black nail polish.
Instead that she did not use the words 'tissue paper'. I'm just too polite to repeat it. Let's just say it starts with the letter S and contains four letters.
Okay, what exactly did I just do? Let's get it straight. I just threw myself at a stranger (even though I did not know for sure whether he would turn up) who might be some escaped convict or whatever— I didn't exactly know him— who happened to have an extremely sexy voice. Who was also extremely bipolar and mysterious.
Someone pass me a shovel. I should just dig a hole in the ground and lay down it it now.
Rushed and short chapter, I'm going out to a book fair and food festival soon. I will most probably be able to update within these few days; it will be longer than this (promise). As usual, review please! :) Do tell me if you think this story is progressing too fast; I don't want it to be too fast nor too slow. Love ya! xx
