Disclaimer : Nah, I don't own Gakuen Alice.

A/ N : Surprised to see me update so soon? So am I! This has got to be the fastest I've ever updated? Like it hasn't even been a week yet, I think. And I've updated! Hahaha, anyways, here's the next chapter! It's longer than chapter 3 :)

Kelpy : Thanks for your review! Haha yeah, chapter 3 was shorter than my previous chapters, but I'm glad the last part gave the desired impact I was hoping for! :) I love plot twists, so I'm glad that plot twist actually surprised you. And I know the past two years I've been updating this story just once a year..but..I've updated within the same week! So that's a pleasant surprise, yeah?

Emilee : I love it when my readers select lines from the story which they found particularly funny :) Yes, Natsume is quite sassy in this story I must say. Contrary to popular belief, I have updated within the same year—no, within the same week!

IV

Remember how Permy called me 'theatrical?' I'll admit, I may get a tad bit too dramatic at times, but that's only because the current situation I'm in requires such a reaction. Like now for instance.

After hearing that they were being kicked out of their current apartment because their fucking TA was going to move into it instead, a normal person would take a deep breath and rationalize. Natsume Hyuuga could be a very common name, for all they knew. It didn't mean that it was the same Natsume Hyuuga who just happened to be their TA. And even if it were, a normal person would act like an adult and would ask their landlady (who had just entered her own apartment) if they had heard her correctly. They would not be repeatedly hitting their head on the nearest concrete wall that they could find.

But unfortunately, I am not a normal person.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I kept muttering each time my head hit the wall, like it were some sort of mantra. I think it was perhaps the 11th time I did that? Or maybe the 21st, I wasn't really keeping count. As I kept hitting my head against the wall (I wasn't hitting my head that hard to be honest), I hadn't noticed the presence of someone behind me.

"Umm… excuse me, are you… alright?"

I immediately whirled around, embarrassed at being caught. A blond boy, probably a year or two older than me, was standing behind me, holding a bunny in one of his hands, and carrying a backpack on his shoulders. The boy had a concerned look on his pretty face. The boy's prettiness immediately made me feel a bit jealous. He had really soft features and super long eyelashes. Plus, his eyes were the perfect shade of cerulean blue. He was definitely prettier than most of the girls I know, and to top it all off, his bunny was super adorable!

"Are you okay?" Pretty-bunny-boy asked me, breaking my thoughts.

"I…um," I began, running a nervous hand through my hair, "I'm completely fine!"

Pretty-bunny-boy didn't seem too convinced by my answer. "Does your head hurt?"

I shook my head, "Nah," I easily said, waving off his concern, "—my head doesn't hurt a bit. I was just…" I trailed off, not knowing how I was going to explain my totally psychotic behavior to a complete (and totally cute) stranger, "exercising," I finished off, lamely.

"Exercising?" Pretty-bunny-boy questioned, raising his eyebrows. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I swear I saw his bunny give me a questioning look, too.

Oh hell.

I'm going mad.

Mad, I tell you!

"Yeah, exercising," I insisted, trying to forget about the bunny's questioning look. Bunnies can't give me questioning looks! They don't even have eyebrows for them to raise! "Hard surfaces are good for improving blood circulation. I needed proper blood circulation in my head, so I was exercising against the wall," I told him, the bullshit tumbling out of my mouth naturally.

I should honestly consider majoring in Talking Bullshit, since I'm apparently so adept at it.

"Ah, the old banging-your-head-against-the-wall exercise. Totally forgot about that one," he chuckled, obviously very amused.

Oh great. Now this pretty boy was mocking me. Terrific.

The bunny looked at me curiously, as if it could tell that his owner was currently talking to a mental person. "Your bunny is really cute!" I told him, trying to change the topic.

Pretty-bunny-boy sent me a smile, his eyes warming at the mention of the bunny. "Usagi says thank you," he indicated to his bunny—Usagi.

I smiled. Pretty-bunny-boy was just so cute! "So, do you and Usagi live here?" I asked.

He shook his head, "No, I'm just here to visit my cousin," he told me, "she lives in that apartment," he said, pointing to none other than the devil's spawn apartment—also known as Yura Otonashi.

"Oh," I said, subtly backing away from him, "that's really nice," I glanced over his shoulder to where my apartment door was, "you know what, I'm actually going to go now, umm I have a lot of work to finish," I flashed him a weak smile, "It was nice meeting you and Usagi!" And with that I'm already walking towards my door.

I heard Pretty-bunny-boy let out a low chuckle and before I could comprehend what he said, I've already unlocked my door, and am inside my apartment.

Rude, I know.

But I couldn't handle the fact that Yura was related to such a nice person. I'm pretty sure Pretty-bunny-boy would never kick me out of my apartment because he found a tenant willing to pay higher rent than me. In fact, I'm sure he wouldn't rent out my apartment to my asshole of a TA. Hell, I'm absolutely positive Pretty-bunny-boy wouldn't even talk to rude people like Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy.

If only people were more like Pretty-bunny-boy…

~(*)~

The next day started horribly. I had overslept because I had stayed up till 4 in the morning, trying to figure out what subject I'd be writing my Extended Essay on, but it was all for nothing, because I still do not know what the hell I'm going to be writing on. Then, since I was too knackered, I hadn't heard my alarm, and thus I had woken up just 10 minutes for my first class of the day. Since my first class on Thursdays were Journalism 103, I couldn't skip because of the attendance points. So with no other option, I tumbled out of bed and got ready in a mere 7 minutes.

Incredible, I know.

And once I got to class, my professor actually called me out. Yes, my professor fucking called me out for coming late to class. He's never done that before! Tons of students come late to his class and he's normally so chill about it. But no, for some reason, he just had to call me out today!

"It's so nice to see my students so punctual to class," my professor had remarked sarcastically as I was walking down the stairs to an empty seat in the third row. He was eyeing me with distaste.

I merely kept my head down low, and tried my best not to trip over the bags that were on the aisle.

But I'm a klutz. So naturally, I just had to trip over a bag, which resulted in me screeching and falling on top of the girl who was sitting next to the aisle.

Terrible, yes. But this is my life.

Thankfully, my professor didn't make any comment about that and returned back to the lecture. I mumbled a quick sorry to the girl whom I had fell on, and then proceeded to slide into the empty seat in the third row. Thankfully since I didn't have Jinno's class today, things went by super quick, and before I knew it, I was already at my new work.

Yes, that's right. I, Mikan Sakura, was at work.

So far, things had been going surprisingly well. gave me my uniform and informed me that I was going to be on cashier duty tonight. He instructed Sumire to teach me everything about handling orders. After listening and watching Sumire for about twenty minutes, I was ready. Taking orders wasn't that hard.

"Anna, can you get me two chicken supreme chalupas, please?" I asked the pink haired girl who was working on making the orders. Sumire had introduced me to Anna, who was a super sweet, bubbly girl.

"Coming your way!" Anna said, giving me a thumbs up signal.

I beamed at Anna and then went back to take the next order. After an hour of taking orders, I went into the back for a quick break.

"What the fuck. Those two idiots just pulled their windows down and ordered a fuckin' Big Mac!" Sumire was saying when I walked in.

I backtracked. Wait…what?

Anna let out a hysterical laugh, "You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm not!" Sumire threw her hands up in the air, "At first I thought they were kidding so I told them that this was Taco Bell and not Mc Donald's. And then they told me that they knew it was Taco Bell and that's exactly why they wanted a Big Mac!"

Wow. What trolls.

"When did this happen?" I asked Sumire, laughing a bit myself. This was actually fucking hilarious.

"Just about five minutes ago," Sumire huffed, clearly not amused. "I swear, boys are just so weird."

"Amen, to that," I said, "alright, my break is done. Duty is calling," I sent Sumire and Anna a quick salute and went back to my station.

Since there wasn't much of a crowd at the moment, I fished out my phone and proceeded to play 'Subway Surfers' for a bit. I was just about to beat my high score when I heard a slight cough. Instantly, I looked up to see…I shit you not…Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy standing in front of me.

My mouth gaped open. Why in the world did this guy seem to be everywhere lately?

"Why are you here?" I demanded to the idiot in front of me, "Starbucks is your territory, not Taco Bell!"

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy merely raised an eyebrow. "I'm here to eat, obviously," he smoothly said, his eyes glittering with mild amusement.

"You can eat at Starbucks!"

He rolled his stupid, red eyes at me. "Tacos, little girl. I'm here to eat tacos."

I unconsciously placed my phone on the counter, and folded my arms across my chest. "Why did you chose this one though? Couldn't you have gone to the one on 82nd street instead?" I bit out, almost sounding like a petulant child.

He shrugged, "This was closer."

I sent him a scowl.

He swiftly ignored my scowl and placed his order. "Get me two spicy chicken soft taco supremes."

I punched his order onto the computer screen. "I'd like to see your Passport, please."

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy looks taken aback. "What the hell?"

"Your passport," I blandly said, "I need to see it. You see, we have this policy where we sell our items only to those with a dual citizenship in Japan and a Latin American country."

Of course, this was utter bullshit and kind of racist. But I was having way too much fun annoying this asshole of a person.

Tit for tat, if you may.

He narrowed his eyes, "I want my tacos, little girl."

I merely shrugged. "Well I wanted an espresso, but we don't always get what we want now, do we?" I sweetly reminded him.

He clenched his jaw. "I'm going to talk to your manager," he threatened.

I laughed, "Oh yeah, sure go ahead," I waved a hand towards a door at the back, "Talk to my manager. You're totally his type. He'll ravish you on the spot."

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy blinked. I had definitely caught him off guard.

"Just give me my tacos," it was a demand.

"You won't be able to handle the sourness of the sour cream," I told him, solemnly. My eyes definitely betrayed me though. I know they were probably glowing with amusement.

He clenched his jaw, and before I could even comprehend what he was doing, he snatched my phone from where I had placed it on the counter.

Oh no. Oh fucking no.

"Give me back my phone, you dolt!" I screeched, desperately leaning over the counter, trying to get my phone from his reach.

He stepped back a few steps, my phone still in his hand. "Not until you get me my tacos."

I let out a frustrated growl. "First you steal my apartment, and then you steal my phone!?" I nearly yelled out. "You-" I pointed an accusing finger at him, "-are a fucking apartment stealer! "

He seemed a bit surprised by my sudden outburst. "I'm not stealing your apartment," the confidence he had in his statement was evident in his voice.

"The hell you're not!" I leaned over the counter, still trying to get my phone from him, but it was of no use. The bastard had made sure he stood well away from my reach. Ugh. "Tell me, are you, or are you not moving into one of Yura Otonashi's apartment this Saturday?"

He frowned. "How did you know that? Are you stalking me?"

"I know because the hag is kicking me out because of you!" I told him, rather bitterly. "And I would never stalk you, eww." I scrunched up my nose at the thought of stalking Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy. That'd be terrible. Gross, even.

"You're still ordering, Natsume?" I hear a slightly familiar voice from behind Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy.

"Yeah," Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy muttered, turning his head around, "There's been a slight situation."

I stand on my tippy toes, to see who's behind Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy when I spot a familiar mop of blond hair. I gasped.

What the fuck was Pretty-bunny-boy doing with Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy?!

"It's you!" I point an accusing finger at Pretty-bunny-boy as he comes clearly into my sight, "How do you know him?" I indicated towards Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy.

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy raised an eyebrow, "You know this girl, Ruka?" He asked Pretty-bunny-boy.

Ruka. So that's what his name was.

Huh. Cute name.

So much for Pretty-bunny-boy not even talking to people such as Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy…

I shook my head. How the hell did these two know each other?! Pretty-bunny-boy —Ruka—was so nice and sweet and Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy? Yeah, I'm not even going to get started on him.

Ruka looked at me, recognition dawning upon his features, "Oh hey," he smiled at me, "it's a pleasure to meet you again."

I gave him a small smile, "Likewise…but..how do you two know each other?"

"Natsume and I have been friends since elementary school," Ruka told me.

"Ohh, I see," I nodded. But I did not see. How could such a sweet guy like Ruka be friends with such a douchebag?

During this entire exchange, Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy had his eyes narrowed on both me and Ruka. Now he spoke. "So you two do know each other."

Ruka nodded. "Wait Natsume, how do you know her?"

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy opened his mouth, but I beat him to it. "He's my TA," I said flatly, "and he also happens to be stealing my apartment."

Ruka blinked, "Wait…you're the girl who gave my cousin a rough time?" He asked me, at the same time Red-eyed-Starbucks boy hissed, "I'm not stealing your apartment."

"I did not give your cousin a rough time!" I said, quite shocked that Yura had been telling people that I gave her a rough time. If anything, she was the one who was giving me a rough time! "A few days ago she just told me that I had to vacate the apartment because she found another tenant who was willing to pay more rent."

"Oh bullshit," Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy muttered, "I bet you weren't paying the rent on time, or something."

"I always paid the rent on time!" I told him, slapping my palms against the counter "This is all your fault, you know," I bit out, "now give me back my phone!"

"Not until you take my order."

"Ughh," I muttered, kind of defeated at this point, "you are so annoying."

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy shrugged, "Like you're any less."

I just sent him a glare, and headed to the back to tell Anna about the orders. "That will be 1000 yen, please."

Ruka was the one to pay, "Here," he handed me the money. "I'm so sorry about the apartment situation though," he said, quite sincere, "I'll talk to my cousin about it."

I took the money, put it in the cashier, and gave him the change. "Thank you," I smiled at him. "That would be really nice of you."

"It's the least I can do," Ruka told me.

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy gave Ruka a glare. "Did you forget that I need that apartment?" he hissed at his friend.

Ruka bit his lip, "No..but maybe there's something Yura can do," he muttered.

I didn't really want to intrude upon their conversation, so I headed to the back to grab their order. After putting their order on a tray and filling their drinks, I went back to the counter. "Here's your order," I place the tray on the counter.

"Thanks Sakura," Ruka says, reading my name tag.

I grin at him, "You're welcome!" Then I turn to Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy, "My phone please," I said, holding up my palm.

Instead of answering me, Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy merely took his drink from the tray. "After you get me some napkins."

Well, that wasn't much of a request. Shrugging, I bent down to grab a handful of napkins and was about to stand back up when I felt a galleon of something cold being dumped on my hair.

"What the fuck!" I screech, jumping up. The liquid found its way down my back. I eyed Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy, who had a slightly smug look on his face.

I was drenched, in cold Sprite.

Drenched, I tell you!

Bloody fucking hell. Can my day get any worse?!

"My bad," he drawled out, "my drink kind of slipped. Here's your phone, though," he handed me my iPhone.

I took it from him and sent him the fiercest glare I've ever made. "I hate you so much," I bite out. "You're an apartment stealing TA, who doesn't give their customers an Espresso, and you just poured ice cold Sprite all over me!"

Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy just rolled his eyes at me. "Tit for tat," he merely said "Let's go Ruka," he continued, and proceeded to grab the food items, and started walking out of Taco Bell. Ruka glanced at his friend in shock. Obviously he was not used to seeing his friend pour drinks on top of poor innocent girls like me.

"I'm so sorry about Natsume," he told me, giving me a strained smile "he's normally not like this," Ruka explained.

"Ruka, are you coming or not?" Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy asked rather impatiently from the exit.

Ruka gave me one last smile, "I'll see you later." He said, and with that, he walked towards Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy.

"You know, what you just did can count as harassment towards your students!"I yelled, as the pair walked out of Taco Bell.

But neither of the two answered. They were already out of the shop.

I sneezed. Oh great, now I was getting a cold, because of the Sprite.

Great.

Just great.

~(*)~

My first shift at Taco Bell was over. Sumire and Anna were astonished when they saw me walk in, completely drenched. Immediately, Anna had given me a towel and a spare T-shirt, and I thankfully changed. Other than the unfortunate encounter with Red-eyed-Starbucks-boy, my shift had gone well. At the end of my shift, Anna had demanded to know how I had gotten Sprite all over me, so I told her the entire story. From the morning at Starbucks, to me getting Sprite poured on my head. Anna had cackled at some parts of my story, squealed when she found out about my new TA, and her eyes had widened in shock when I told her who was going to be the new occupant of my apartment.

"Wow, Mikan," Anna had said, "your life is seriously quite dramatic."

"I know," I had mumbled to her.

Trust me, I know.

At half past 11, I trudged onto my floor. I could feel a cold coming, since my nose was itchy. As I walked toward my apartment, I saw Yura standing outside.

I grimaced. I knew what she was going to say. She was going to remind me that I had to be out of the apartment by tomorrow. I was screwed. Completely screwed. I hadn't even started to look for other apartment yet—and I was going to be kicked out tomorrow.

Fuck.

"Hello, Sakura," Yura acknowledged, as I stepped on my doormat.

"Hello," I muttered, waiting for her next words. They were going to be harsh, I know.

"I didn't know you were friends with my cousin," she told me, her voice even.

I blinked. I wasn't expecting that. "I—"

But she didn't let me finish. "Anyways, my cousin suggested that I rethink my terms. Normally, I don't tend to retract my propositions, but I'll make an exception."

"Um…" I didn't know what she was getting at.

"I've decided that I'll open the locked bedroom in your apartment," she told me.

I still had no idea what she meant.

"So that means you're allowed to stay in the apartment, but you'll have to share with the new tenant. Is that fine with you? If you're not willing to share, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to find another apartment."

I blinked.

Did she just say…..share?

Oh my god.

Should Mikan agree to Yura's new offer? Yes or no? Tell me your answer!

Thanks for reading!

-Carolle Royale

August 5th, 2015