Disclaimer : Nahhh, I don't own Gakuen Alice!
A/N : Fall quarter is killling meeeeee. But I have found time to write nonetheless :) So yay! Lol I'm sorry about this chapter. Please don't hate me lol.
XI
My life is full of ironies. No seriously, it is. If I ever say I'm not going to do something, chances are a year or two later, I'll end up doing exactly that. No, I'm not a hypocrite; things just somehow end up that way! For example, back when I was thirteen, I always thought it was strange how people bought iTouches instead of an iPhone. Like honestly, what even is the point? An iTouch is basically as expensive as an iPhone, but you can't even call anyone with it! So yes, I always thought it was strange how people bought iTouches and guess what? I ended up being one of those people. Well, I didn't buy the iTouch myself, (it was a birthday gift from my parents), but the point is, that I ended up being one of those people who always took their iTouch and their phone to places. Another thing which I always thought was hilarious was when people ended up in the wrong person's bed. You know those kind of things that normally happen in chick flicks? Well, that's exactly how Sumire and Koko started dating. The two were watching movies in Koko's room, and somehow Sumire fell asleep and ending up spending the entire night at Koko's place. When she told me this story the next day and how incredibly confused and disoriented she was when she woke up, I thought it was hilarious as fuck and had cracked up so much. She had scowled at me angrily and swiftly retorted that it'd end up happening to me someday too. But since I never fucking learn, I merely rolled my eyes at her and told her that that would never ever happen to me.
But of course, life has another plan in store for me.
The first thing I noticed when my eyes groggily opened is how my blue and white tapestry wasn't on the wall in front of my bed. Instead, the wall was completely bare. Just plain white- super boring stuff. I never just leave my walls super boring like that! What am I, a caveman? Even cavemen had drawings on their cave walls! What is this savageness?!
I looked around the room frantically, desperately trying to locate something that belonged to me. But alas, the surroundings were unfamiliar. A beanbag in the corner, a black study desk with a black lamp in another corner, a Nike sports bag on the floor; this was definitely not my room.
Where the fuck was I?!
Right when I was about to jump out of the bed (why was I in some random stranger's bed?!I'm not that kind of girl!), an arm wrapped around my waist.
My eyes widened and I whipped my head around to see a black mop of hair and another body next to mine.
Holy fuck.
Had I…did I have a one-night stand last night?!
Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to me and I let out a groan.
Natsume...I was in Natsume's bed.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I was in Natsume's bed!
Desperately trying to prove myself wrong (maybe this was some complete random stranger's bed? Anything would be better than being in Natsume's bed right now..) I viciously poked the boy beside me. His face was facing the pillow, but after my vicious poking, he turned around so now he lay on his back, giving me a perfect chance to look at his face.
Ugh damn it! I was (unfortunately) right.
I was in Natsume's bed.
Kill me now.
"Natsume!" I hissed, as I continued to poke his collar bone, "What the fuck is this?!"
"Ow, what the hell," he mumbled as he pulled the covers more securely around himself. The blanket now covered his face.
I bit my lip. Even in his disoriented state, he was a mouthy idiot.
"Natsume!" I hissed once again, and pulled the covers from his face. "Why the hell am I in your bed?!"
His eyes flickered open at that and he turned over, so now he was facing me.
He blinked a couple of times before recognition dawned across his features. He frowned. "Yes Sakura, would you care to explain why you're in my bed?" He has the audacity to ask me, as if I'm the one who was in ..wait…shit.
Crap.
"Because you wouldn't let go of me!" I hissed, recalling how the boy literally pulled me down onto the bed with him last night.
What a pervert.
I was going to sue him.
(Okay, maybe not… because that might be a bit too harsh and he could get his TA position suspended.)
"I was definitely not in my best form last night," he slowly admitted, those words making me scoff. Best form? Puh-lease. The idiot was sloshed up and completely drunk. He bumped into the sofas in the living room and blamed his clumsiness on the fact that the sofas were black! What a coot.
"So even if I did grab you," he sent me a pointed look, "which I did not, you could have easily gotten away since I definitely didn't put much effort into it."
"I tried!" I protested, shooting him a glare. "Even when you're completely drunk, your grip is like fucking steel. Bloody annoying."
"Did you just call me Iron Man?" Natsume asked, his lips quirked up into the beginning of an amused smirk.
"What?" I sputtered, utterly confused how he even came to that conclusion. "I did no such thing!"
"Yes, you did."
"I said your grip was like steel!" I clarified, "I didn't call you Iron Man!" I looked away from the infuriating boy.
"You basically implied it." I could practically feel the smugness radiating from him. I was so close to smothering him with my pillow right now.
"You are probably the most annoying person I have had the misfortune to meet in my entire existence," I hissed, turning back to glare at the idiot.
"Why are you still in my bed then?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
I paled.
Yes, that was a very good question indeed.
(Seriously considering suing him now.)
"I'm going to leave now," I stiffly said, as I yanked the covers off of me. I nearly sighed with relief when I noticed that I was fully clothed (thank the lords). I got out of the bed with as much dignity as I could muster and proceeded to make an elegant exit out of his room. But of course, I managed to trip over the Nike sports bag that was sprawled across the floor.
"Oomph!" I grunted against the ground. I pushed the offending bag as far away from me as possible. "Why the fuck did you leave your dumb bag on the floor!" I screeched, looking back up at the bed, "This is a health hazard!"
Natsume had his hands behind his head, utterly at ease. He was eyeing me with amusement. For someone who had drunk far too much than one human should in one night, he looked completely fine. Not at all hungover as he should be. Damn him.
"You're a health hazard," he coolly remarked.
"Ugh!" I got up from the ground, this time making sure not to step on any other random items that could be waiting for me to trip on. Without so much as another glance at him, I swiftly stomped out of his room, and banged the door close behind me.
I could hear him laughing at my outburst as I walked over to my room.
What a jerk.
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Two weeks quickly passed by after Ruka's birthday party. In those two weeks, I've managed to limit my interactions with Natsume to as little as possible. The only time we both ever talked were during my tutoring sessions, and I made sure that our conversations solely revolved around Calculus. During the first few tutoring sessions, Natsume tried to turn the conversation towards Ruka's birthday party and the day after, but I swiftly avoided any conversation about that by asking him help on random homework problems I had marked (in case of situations as this). He soon realized that striking a conversation about those events would be futile and stopped. With work, preparing for finals, and writing my extended essay, I was extremely busy. Before I even knew it, I had already written two out of three of my finals. Calculus was my last final. The day before my Calculus final, Natsume had sat down with me for five hours (I know, five hours! Even though he's an outright git most of the times, I'm so thankful that he's my tutor) and helped me review the entire semester's worth of material. He even made me a sample final which I solved. I got an 82 on that paper. So I was definitely feeling really good about the final. I was pretty sure I was going to pass. (Well I hoped).
The day of my Calculus final was slightly nerve wracking. I woke up hours before my final and sat down at the coffee table, frantically flipping the pages of my notebook. I knew most of the material, but for some reason I had this weird feeling in my gut, like I knew something bad was going to happen today (probably me failing Calc). Whilst I was taking a glance over the polar coordinates formula, I saw a mug of coffee being placed in front of me.
I glanced up.
It was Natsume. He had another mug of coffee in his hand. "Morning," he said, while taking a sip of his coffee.
"Morning," I mumbled.
"That one is for you, by the way," he nodded towards the mug on the table. He pulled out another chair and proceeded to sit in the seat directly across from me. "Aren't you going to take a sip?"
Without a word, I reached out to grab the mug. Immediately the aroma of the coffee filled my nostrils, soothing my nerves a bit. I tentatively took a sip. It was black coffee, with no sugar. Just the way I liked it.
"Thanks," I mumbled, as I took another sip. "I needed this."
He nodded, not bothering to say anything else. I spent the next few minutes looking over more formulas. Damn Jinno for not allowing any cheat sheets for the final. It was like the guy was trying to kill us.
"So how are you feeling about the final?"
I looked up from my notebook in surprise. Was he seriously trying to make small talk right now? When I literally had just a little over an hour for my final?
"I feel a bit anxious," I truthfully tell him. "Have you seen the paper? Is it really hard?"
He shook his head. "No, I haven't seen the paper yet either. But I could correct your paper if you want me to."
"Please, I don't want you to correct my paper. You'd probably dock points off for no reason," I scoffed.
He gave me a slight smile. "You know me so well," he dryly remarked.
I shrugged, a small smile of my own tugging on my lips. "We have been living together for about a month now…."
"That is true," he agreed. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "The final is in an hour," he looked at me. "I'm going to leave now for campus. You should come with me."
I shook my head, "Oh no. I think I'm going to revise a bit longer."
He frowned. "You've done a lot of revising. Going right now will be good for you."
"But I need to revise some more!"
"You'll drive yourself insane if you revise anymore, Mikan. Just come to campus with me right now."
Maybe it's because that's the first time he's ever called me by real name, or maybe it's because he actually is right( I will drive myself insane if I revise any longer), I find myself getting up from the table and dumping my books into my bags without any fuss. I've already packed my bag from last night with all the things I'd need for the final, so I'm basically ready to go.
"Fine, let's go," I conceded.
Natsume looked a bit surprised that I haven't put up much of a fight, but he soon recovered. He got up from the table and walked over to the living room to retrieve his bag from the sofa. Slinging it across his shoulders, he walked back over to me.
"Let's go," he said.
Picking up my keys from the key holder rack in the foyer, I stepped into my converses and open the front door. Natsume put his shoes on, and then the two of us headed out of the door. Within five minutes, we both were already downstairs, walking towards campus.
"This feels a lot like déjà vu," Natsume randomly said whilst we were walking down the street. Ever since we left the apartment, the two of us had been quiet. I was mostly just thinking about all the different methods of integrals, so I really couldn't bother to make conversation.
"Huh?" I asked, a bit confused. "How so?"
"Like that time you tried to lure me to your apartment so I could collect your assignment," he told me, a wolfish grin appearing on his face.
Lure him to my apartment?! As if!
"Excuse me, but I think you forgot how you basically demanded that you walk back with me to my apartment! I did not lure you anywhere!"
"You obviously wanted me to go to your apartment. Don't be in denial, Mikan," Natsume said, a small grin on his face. "You wanted to be alone with me."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Be alone with you? As if! I bet you wanted to be alone with me!"
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Please. I wanted to get away because those two girls were taking selfies of themselves with me in it. Highly inappropriate."
I laughed at that, remembering how ridiculous Booty-shorts-girl and galaxy-girl were being. "And it's not inappropriate trying to slither your way inside your student's apartment?"
"Well if you must know, I got sorted into Slytherin on Pottermore. So slithering is actually an appropriate term – "
"Oh my gosh, I so knew you were a Slytherin!" I let out a loud laugh.
He smirked. "Well obviously I was going to be in Slytherin. I would have been so pissed if I got sorted into Gryffindor."
"Hey!" I protested, as I good naturedly bumped his shoulder with mine. "What's wrong with Gryffindor?"
He groaned. "Please don't tell me you're a Gryffindor," he looked down at me, his features distorting into slight disgust.
"I belong in Gryffindor, where dwell brave at heart!" I proudly exclaimed, very pleased by his discomfort.
"That is so-" Natsume started to say but stopped mid-sentence. His eyes suddenly widened. "Mikan, look ou- "
But before he could finish his sentence, I felt something extremely heavy collide into me and I toppled face first onto the ground and within a few seconds, my world went black.
I can't miss my Calculus final!
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I have a quiz tomorrow (actually today lol). But instead, I am here writing and updating my stories on ffn. I state this fact with much pride. (Lol what am I doing with my life hahahahahahha)
Thanks for reading though! :)
Carolle Royale
November 23rd, 2015