CHAPTER 29: Lousy

Mikan's POV

"You know what, huh, bastard? You just can't trap me here and then go freaking me out, no... TORTURING me with things like these!" I yelled at him as we zoomed the road in nearly 130 kph. We can be seriously at the central shopping center in no time. He reduced his speed to 80 and then glanced at me shortly with his Christian Dior shades glinting on the sunlight. No way... that's unfair-he shouldn't be this good-looking.

"I'm just asking about what that positive means... or you can tell me if you really mean what you said last night-"

"Oh for heaven's sake Hyuuga... and for the hundredth time... I can't remember what I said last night! I was drunk-totally intoxicated by alcohol! And can't you understand what 'privacy' means?" I interrupted him-truly annoyed. Why is he so interested with that 'positive' thing?

Oh no. It's unless Luca-pyon tipped him off...

"Excuse me... It's just the ninety-eighth time around, that's not the hundredth yet..." he said boredly. Well, he just wanna to talk... to annoy me, specifically.

"Whatever..." I muttered with a frown.

"Are you sick or something?" he suddenly asked. His face was unfathomable and I don't know if he's concerned or what. Anyway, why would I be sick? "Are you positive with any sickness-cancer, AIDS, SARS, AH1N1, leprosy-"

"I'm not sick!" I shouted at him. Why is he so persistent! Gosh, he's really getting on my nerves!

"Oh... so you're pregnant?"

What! I'm what!

My vision is really starting to darken this time... And I'm afraid that I might kill him... NOW...

But no! One... two... three... I need to count, I need to chase anger away... inhale... inhale... exhale...

"I'm not pregnant." I told him, "I wasn't even kissed before you stole it, LEAVE ALONE BEING PREGNANT!" I shouted. I can't control myself, I need to shout this out instantly or I'll explode with anger! I'm really angry! "...and for your information bastard, I'm a virgin!" I added, blushing.

"Just asking... I was out for three days and I don't know if you did something with that-"

"Don't accuse me of adultery and unfaithfulness!" Okay, so why am I suddenly talking about marital crimes? Geez! This is crazy! This is crap! This is totally pissing me off!

I'm angry.

I'm chafed.

I'm pissed off, vexed, mad.

I'm furious and tempestuous.

I'm all of the above!

"Remember that you still have a pending punishment before I left..." he said tonelessly and warningly. "Fine..." I snapped. "I'll gladly tell you what I've heard you-"

"I'm not interested with that anymore." He interrupted, my eyes popped out. "I want to know what's positive or if you really mean what you said last night!"

"That's unfair!" I told him sharply. I'm already kneeling on my seat while the car is running.

"It's not... so give me an answer. NOW!"

Oh my God! If only I can remember what foolishness I was speaking about last night! Because I really don't want to tell him that I'm positively in love with him! Hotaru's really a sadistic bestfriend to do this to me. She made me believe that she'll be checking on my mental and physical health with her newly invented check-up device for Subaru-nii after I went on complaining about headaches, body pains, insomnia and migraines; She said that it'll be nice to test it on me... and then she gave me a printed result of the check-up-that I'm in love. I'm totally unaware that emotional check-up was included! This is just crap!

"I really can't remember what I told you last night..." I said in surrender. I hope he'll be tactful enough to consider-or stupid and considerate enough to dismiss this interrogation thing.

"Then tell me what positive means... or forget it and suffer the consequence..." he said. My heart's thumping violently against my chest, almost ripping off my bra... I can't...

I can't think..."Then I'd rather kiss you..." OUCH! I hit the windshield of the car because this MORONIC BASTARD hit the break abruptly, and you know the physics of it, I mean, the explanation that made me hit the windshield. "You idiot..." I hissed through gritted teeth, I move forward to be ready in punching him.

"'You sure about that?" he suddenly asked, making me froze in place. Is he kidding, he took that joke for real... that I'd rather kiss him? I blinked at him, several times until I can sound out "No".

He exhaled, like being relieved from a near attack, "Thanks for that... no one really want to be kissed by a lousy kisser like you-"

What? Lousy?

I gulped a whole amount of spittle and grab him... but instead of hitting him on the face, I kissed him, right on his mouth. I really don't want to do this (but now I like it...), I just want to show him that I'm not a lousy kisser! I'M NOT A LOUSY KISSER! I'M A GREAT KISSER!

He was in a state of shock when I released him. I actually want to bring him to the ER-his eyes wide in shock and his face is really pale like I suck out all the blood from it. "Now who's the lousy kisser?" I asked him sarcastically, pulling myself away. He was dumbstruck- I know he is. And me?

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE HELL I GOT THE GUTS TO DO THAT! Am I that daring now?

"Loser" he finally said. I looked at him, aghast. "I'm not asking for a kiss for your punishment..." What? Sluggish, knavish bastard! "I want my T-shirt back, now..." What is he saying! That I'll take this off infront of him?

"Pervert!" I hissed at him, while he took it really casually. How could he-

"And by the way..." he began, "I'll choke my word back... You're not a lousy kisser-So far... That's not lousy..." Oh no... I know I'm blushing... I can feel it.

So all the way to the shopping center, we were silent, unless it's time to argue on something like what shop to enter. We finally decided to enter a small boutique beside the coffee shop. It's called 'Muffins' although they're selling out clothes, both for men and women. That's so cute anyway.

"This is really nice..." I remarked as I took a full load shorts, pants, blouses and shirts. I tried a tattered pants and a slightly-loosed shirt with a faded print of England's flag on it, then a stripped orange tank dress along with a heeled gladiator shoes. "Love it..." Also, this red Mexican off-shoulder top hits me and I took it. Hyuuga was just sitting around, reading magazines after magazines. I didn't bother him... well, I'm busy with my thing.

I scanned every row of clothes in Muffin's... I just can't get enough. I tried asking the attendants about how I look like but I only get the same answer-"oh you look fabulous!", "That's very nice, ma'am..." or "It really suits you... very nice and stylish!"... You know I'm really getting tired of this.

"You should try this one..." I flinched. Hyuuga was behind me, holding out a boho-printed caftan. Stylish... I took it from him and then oh God! "You're not making me wear all this-" I said, eyeing a whole bunch of clothes in a basket. Most of them are really girlish-dresses and skirts.

"I suggest that you get dresses and skirts or something less filthy than your first choices..." I frowned at him, who does he think he is? My stylish? My personal shopper?

"Oh you're such a sluggish, selfish fox... You don't even want to share the nice view of my beauty to anyone so you're trying hide me in these dresses!" He rolled his eyes sarcastically and I have to ignore it. I picked one of the skirts and placed it in front of me to take a good look. "So you want girls who wear these kind of stuffs?" I glanced shortly at him.

He made an approving look, "They look nice and appropriate" he said, flipping the skirt and checking the label. Geez! It gave me the idea.

"No... You just want it to be easy for you to flip my skirt..." I managed to say, looking at him drastically.

"Are you crazy!" he balled over. "Why would I do that in the first place? As if there's something interesting under it..." Alright my eyes popped wide again and I'm a total strawberry-faced girl here! I took all the dress from the cabinet where they were neatly folded and smacked it into his face.

"I'm not taking all of this!" I hissed at him, dropping the clothes on the floor.

"Of course not- we'll only choose a few..." he said, pushing me to the fitting room.

I looked at the mirror, wearing a splashy yellow dress, really refreshing on the eye. It has some laces on top and on the hem line and spaghetti strapped. Realizing the he chose these ones, I felt a sudden rush of shyness. But still I pushed the sliding door aside, then expected him to look up from his Blackberry. He did look up... I can feel a time bomb set in three seconds ticking on my head.

Three... He rolled his eyes. Two... Shit. One... "It's nice... Try the others..." I sighed and went inside again.

Wait. Why am I making him choose clothes for me? And why am I asking for his opinion anyway? I'm not obliged, am I? Geez... What's happening?

Still, I took the next one-a party print maxi dress, big flowers and girly prints! I rushed outside, "I can't agree on this! I look like a little brat!" I yelled at him.

"That's what you are..." He raised his eyes on me, "only an Ugly, BIG brat..." The hell to you, Hyuuga! I went inside and took off the dress, peaked by the door, still naked, and threw the dress to him. He was just surprised and then I stuck out my tongue on him, "BBLLLLEEEHHHH!" Almost all of the clothes are skirts and dress! I almost got sick-they're all just plain or a little printed. But leave it that way, I still got a couple of Levi's jeans, shorts and loose blouses. When I asked him about why is he the one choosing- he said that's it's my punishment, and anyway, he paid all, plus the new shoes and accessories. Plus-he's gonna carry them all the way to the suit. Very Nice!

"A what?" I shouted as soon as we arrived inside the suite. He just mentioned a party. Again? Oh my God! Aren't these people getting tired of organizing, catering, inviting, dancing, singing, chatting and eating! Aren't they even sick of it!

"Their flower festival is still going on, we can't just ignore the invitation, besides, we're on a mission!" I can't help rolling my eyes. Should I really attend 50 parties in a month? I'm sure I'll die here if this goes on! I'm not a party girl, I don't even enter Starbucks, leave alone clubs and all!

Of course I order coffee from Starbucks, but I don't enter the store because there's this freakin' waitress who always recognize me no matter how I hide myself then she'll shout that I'm there at the store and everyone will get on their feet to ask for autographs and photos WHICH IS REALLY TRAUMATIC! So I'm not going in there anymore-I want a peaceful life, please.

...and I don't think that there's peace here.

"Will you get the warp map for us?" Hyuuga asked, typing something on the computer then pulls a gun and checked its load. "I have to get a chip from their system..."

"Fine..." and gave him a world-heavy nod.

"Then get dressed... We'll be working..."

And hey, speaking of "Traumatic"... I just saw this big brown envelop on the table with a handwritten label, "Wedding Photos".

You can just imagine my face as I took the first sheet from it... Jesus! Where did my heartbeat go!