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I promise i won't love you.

Forgiving you.

Chapter four, edited version.

Grudges are deadly, as you know. Like the movie, freaky thing right there.

That's when I decided that I will not forget about the horrible occurrences that had happened to me just yesterday. Oh, just thinking about it brings that slapping feeling back to me, and that sudden urge to wash my mouth out with soap a dozen times.

I will not forgive you, Natsume Hyuuga.

I will revenge you.

And I will keep out of your little life till then.

"What are you doing?" Fail.

I straighten up, to see that little handsome obnoxious piggy in front of me, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Ignoring you." I say smoothly, as I make an attempt to walk away just the same.

He walks past me, beating me to it with the cool moves, and shoves me in the shoulder causing me to stumble back. What a prick.

"Don't miss me too much, Polka."

"Well, superman or whatever the hell you're wearing Hyuuga." I mutter, disappointed my cool act shattered under his cool façade. "I miss life without you."

"Pervert," I hear him murmur, and by the time I turn around triumphantly he was already gone, along with the rest of the corridor.

Who the hell was the real pervert here?

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"First you run out of class in the middle of a lesson, and then you come late?" The little class president in our class mutters as I walk swiftly passed him. "What comes next?"

I glare at him, clearly not in the mood. "An eraser to your face, if you don't shut up."

He swallows loudly, and people snicker and laugh at him as he settled down quickly in front of the class.

I groan, as I rummaged through my back. Math is the most stupid subject in the world, mostly because, well as a dork – I sucked at math. Maybe because, of the majorly agro teacher that I assumed had to do with PMS or something. But most of the time, I just lamely admitted I was just really bad.

As I kept rummaging, I noticed a green little piece of paper that definitely wasn't there this morning. I read it, and feel my eyes almost bulge out of its sockets.

Sorry.

I thought of the many people that have offended me in such a way that needed an apology, and class pres over there didn't seem too eager to do so, although this was the case, nor did Natsume.

Then, like a light bulb turning on I remember this morning as he almost shoved me against the wall.

Don't miss me too much.

I smirk, at his lame attempt of an apology and stalk to the other side of the room where he was sitting.

"Hyuuga," I snap.

"What?" he says nonchalantly, reading his manga.

"Leave a note in my bag by any chance?" Tossing the piece of paper onto his manga.

He barely looks at it, as he throws it back into my direction. "No."

I sigh and as I begin to leave, I see multiple pieces of green little paper in his bag and smirk in triumph.

Right, Right.

"Apology accepted," I murmured, walking back towards my desk.

The corner of his lip curled up a bit, returning to its usual state almost instantly.

"Wimp," I say staring at him.

His eye twitches probably because I just ruined his little pride already, and he looks straight back into my eyes, piercing, deadly. "Maybe he shouldn't have apologized."

"Who said it was a he?"

He snorts, unable to give a great comeback and I smile brightly in return.

For a prideful guy, he apologized and being the nice person I am I think I'll let him off today.

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"You're happy." Hotaru says, bluntly.

I look at her, wondering what the hell I have been other days as I bite into my sandwich.

"Too happy," she says rolling her eyes. "Spill."

I shove the green paper into her hands and I can see her eyes glint as she read it. "No name huh," she growled, unsatisfied she wouldn't get proof of it.

"Doesn't matter." I mutter happily.

She shoots me the biggest dirty I have seen for ages and mimicks me. "Doesn't matter," she says angrily.

If Hotaru was in a bad mood, I better not be the one to set it off. I shift away from her more, in hope that may cool her down, sadly, it did the complete opposite.

"Sit closer, idiot." She orders coldly, glaring at me.

"Excuse me," A voice calls from behind us, and I hear Hotaru groan, I turned around to see a goddamn prince. His eyes were deep blue, while his hair was blonde. "Can I sit next to my girlfriend?"

Say what?

"Who?" I hear myself say, and I see Hotaru's bad mood grow infinite times larger. "Oh…Shit, I mean, wow. Hotaru huh?"

"Yeah…" he says innocently, "It's not that shocking."

"Yes it is." I mutter under my breath, and before I know it I was flying in the air. Muttering under your breath, doesn't seem to work for me. When I landed, miraculously it was soft and…warm? "Carpets are comfy to land on," I say gleaming.

"Get off me, Polka." I hear someone grunt.

"Oh! Sorry Natsume!" I say as I scrambled off him, now in usual situations I would've laughed my head off but I felt sorry for him considering I landed on him. And as I saw his eyes widen in surprise and then I noticed my dumbly, idiotic, mistake.

I called him by his first name.

His handsome face grew amused, as he watched my face grow shocked and I instantly knew the hole that I dug, grew deeper. He was up to something alright.

He leaned forwards and whispered into my ears huskily. "Don't worry, Mikan." He says, as he kisses me on the cheek lightly. For a guy that just apologized for kissing me, he definitely did not understand that I was off limits.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks, and instantly I push him away from me. "Sh-Sh-Shuttup!" I protest weakly. I walk away from him, and being as desperate as I am to change the subject I glance at Hotaru, my eyes curious. "Since when did you have a boyfriend?"

She shrugs, stoic as usual, "A while ago." Blonde prince looks at me and smiles gently.

"Ruka Nogi," He introduces as he holds out his hand, "Best friend of Natsume and boyfriend of Hotaru."

How he befriended them was beyond anything, nice gentle dude with emotionless stoic people who hardly talk? Hmm, I wonder how those conversations go.

"Mikan Sakura," I murmur, suddenly shy, aware I don't actually have a title. "Uh, I don't real-"

"My girlfriend," Natsume says his hand snaking my waist.

Ruka looks shocked as Hotaru smirks, eating her crabs. "Congrats?" He says unsurely.

No, you idiot!

"Girlfriend, YOUR ASS." I yell as I shove Natsume away from me. I smile politely at Ruka, "You know, being his best friend and all, I'm sure you know how much he loves to lie, like the total asshole he is."

Ruka nodded, smiling awkwardly as he seated himself next to Hotaru, kissing her on the cheek before she shot him across the other side of the room. "No money, no kiss." She states simply. I stare at her, amazed she's telling her boyfriend to pay to kiss her.

I shake my head, as a wave of sympathy overwhelmed me and I focus on the bubbling anger underneath my skin. "As for you Hyuuga, I have not fallen for you hence I shall not date you. So get it through that thick, thick, head of yours. The whole population wants you Hyuuga, so why choose someone who doesn't want anything to do with you?" I say, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "I will never be your girlfriend, I will never date you. I am not your toy."

I stare at him for a second, as I turn to leave annoyed to see his face any longer and I feel a hand clasp around my wrist to turn me around. In no less than a second, he was at my ears and whispers "I like it better when you called me Natsume." He says, as he turns to leave.

Usually, I would dwell on how he always gets the cool façade, while I'm stuck with walking out of the cafeteria like a loser, but this time I was aware that Natsume was not Natsume. He was angry.

Definitely angry.

Here's to chapter four!

Hope you enjoyed it .

And many thanks again, to the reviewers of the last non edited version of this chapter.

Sakurapetal246, Dominqueanne, Natsumemikan06, Irumi Kanzaki, Wakakakakaa, Natsume-meg93, Sakurajenn

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