Chapter 12
:[Mikan's PoV]:
"That's Mikan."
"You mean the model?!"
"Yup, that's her."
"Seriously?! She looks nothing like—" The girl pauses. I hear the rustling of paper, a magazine, I think. "— this!" She finishes. Without looking back, I know she is showing my first magazine spread in Crimson to her friend.
"I know. But that Mikan is this Mikan."
The two girls talk about me some more, and I try my best to tune them out, though that was quiet hard to do since they were sitting right behind me.
My first day of class hasnt even officially started yet. It was 7:56 in the morning, four minutes before the bell. But already I was the talk of the town. Magazines were being shuffled in the room, and words were exchanged.
Seriously, I thought all these people were geniuses. Dont they have anything better to do?
"Quite a shocker. Amazing what makeup can do." Someone comments loudly.
Yup, nothing better to do.
I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose. The classroom was almost full, the seats taken, except for the four other seats on my row. Apparently, the other students in my cluster valued not punctuality, unlike me. I was Ms. Punctual since my first breath, coming out of my mother's womb two weeks before due.
The other clusters, however, had complete attendances. The second row was full with Bs, the third with Cs, and so on.
The system was so messed up. Anyone could see the hostility and division in the whole school. The atmosphere was a blabket of tension everywhere. Eyes were green with envy. Mouths twisted in hate-filled scowls. And most of that hatred was directed towards one group of people: Special Abilities Cluster A.
And I hate the attention. Im not anti-social, dont get me wrong. I used to be quite popular, being student council chair back in Junior High. But I wasnt the center of attention; Natsume had that role back then. And what was worse, the attention directed came with poison and daggers. It wasnt fun.
My phone beeps in my pocket with a message at the same time the school speakers sound a four-tune tone that serves as the school bell. I take it out ofmy pocket and read the text.
From: Mori Chihaya
Re: 4 PM Shoot
Body :
MIKAN! Dont forget your 4 PM shoot today! Best you come as soon as school ends, so we can finish early and get ypur ass hom early. Kishiee. XoX
-End Message-
Chihaya's message sounds too bubbly for a 4 PM shoot. She knows as much as I do what 4 PM shoots mean: death. I'll spare the details except that 4PM shoots involve grumpy photographers and grumpier staff. I'll be lucky if I get home without seeing some sort of bloodshed.
I sigh again and shove my phone back into my skirt pocket. And when I look up, my mouth pops open in shock.
Because at that exact moment, my eyes finds its way to the front door as the most gorgeous human beings in the galaxy emerge.
The first one who walks in takes slow, lazy strides with his incredibly long legs, his hands locked behind his head, his elbows high in the air. His blue-black hair peeked from beneath a gray beanie, his deep blue eyes lazily flitting around the room. His nose was twitching, like a rabbit. The blue jacket of speacial abilities students was slung haphazardly across his broad shoulders, the sleeves swinging with his step. His white shirt is untucked, the top button open. One leg of his black slacks was folded up. But what caught my eye was the small star tattoo beneath his right eye. I made myself look away when his eyes met mine, embarrassed of being caught staring. He didn't give a rat's ass about my 'rudeness', maybe because everyone else in the room was doing the same thing as I was.
Beside him was a pretty boy, one with crystal-blue eyes and shining gold hair. He was the epitome of 'good boy', his uniform well-pressed and neatly worn, his leather shoes shining with polish. He carried his book bag with his left hand, his right arm carrying a small white bunny toy. I immediately knew who he was. Ruka Nogi. Science Genius Extraordinaire and Hotaru's most loyal suitor. He's been chasing after her for the last five or six years, despite the fact that he's gone to an all-boy's school across town from Hotaru's and my old middle school.
The two boys approach the front row. They take a moment to study the seats, then Ruka takes the seat across the room from mine and nearest the door, the other boy taking the one beside him. They settle down, ignoring the hushed whispers filling the room at their arrival.
A moment passes, and the final two students of the class arrive, Hotaru and Natsume. Hotaru looked as immaculate as ever, in the black long-sleeve blouse with sailor collars and the red plaid skirt, the girl's uniform of the class.
And Natsume.
Holy crap. I almost curse out loud.
I qonder why the room hasnt spontaneously combusted with his presence.
He looked devishly handsome in his uniform. No blazer, the long sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his elbows, top button undone. I guess his hotness isnt only an exaggeration on my part. He looked like he didnt mind the cool spring air. His pants hung low on his waist, so that when he raised an arm, the sides of his shirt rode up, showing a bit of his tanned skin.
Lordy, he looked like he'd stepped out of a magazine ad.
"Mikan." Hotaru calls out to me as soon as she steps into the room. She walks over to the seat beside me and frowns.
Well, see, the chair had Natsume's intials embossed in gold on the wood of the backrest. H.N.
"Who the fuck did this arrangement?" Hotaru mutters, her brows kinitted together in anger.
And then suddenly, the speakers in the room start to play a fast-paced classical piece, and then a blonde-haired swan pirrouettes into the room, her grace comparable to that of a Prima Ballerina. A ballerina in Special Abilities?
Imagine my surprise, no, OUR surprise when the beautiful ballerina spoke. Her voice was deep and manly as she boomed, "Why, ME, OF COURSE!"
It took everyone in the room two moments to realize that she, the ballerina, was actually a HE. And this class was supposedly full of geniuses.
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