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"Smile!" I say. As soon as the camera clicked and the light flashed, eggs came flying my way.

They kept coming. And coming. And coming.

"Stop! Please stop!" I cry out as I shield myself. I look at Natsume. He's trying to find the people who threw the eggs at me.

A limousine comes passing by, and I see a woman sticking herself out of the top window, along with several other guys.

"Serves you right, Sakura. Natsume deserves better than you." She said as she threw one last egg at me.

"Luna..." I mutter, as the tears came spilling out. I looked at Natsume once more. He was looking right back at me, reflecting pain.

The limo stopped right in front of my yard, and the door opened. "Don't you get it, Sakura? You're fat and ugly, and you'll always be like that for the rest of your damn life." She said, crushing every inch of my heart. She smirked. "Aren't you coming, Natsume? We're going to be late if you don't get in." She says, battering her eyes.

He stormed across my yard and pointed at the snickering group. "I never agreed to this! I told you guys, the bet was off!" He shouted, filled with anger.

My heart stopped. I didn't want to believe it. "You... you knew about this, Natsume?" I asked softly. He turns his head swiftly, and looks at me.

"Mikan," I look down and watch my tears fall like a waterfall. I clench my fists. "I didn't mean to..." He says as he approaches me.

He was speechless and I knew why. "Well, you got what you wanted. Enjoy prom." I put on a smile and turn to go back inside.

"Wait!" He pleads. I don't listen. As I finish struggling to open the door, he grabs my elbow.

I shake it off. I turn around. "I never want to see you again." I slam the door.

"Mikan, wait—"

My alarm clock went off. My eyes shot open and I checked the time.

7 o'clock.

I sighed. That scene again. It will haunt me forever.

I reluctantly get up. Something like that shouldn't affect me anymore, right?

I walk towards my bathroom while stretching. I stare at the mirror. I smile.

Yes, that shouldn't be affecting me anymore.

As I reach the second to the highest floor, I walk straight to my secretary's desk.

"There she is!" My secretary exclaims happily.

"Well, goodmorning to you, too. You seem quite happy this morning. What has gotten into you?" I reply, walking into my office.

He walked with me, holding some papers I need to sign. "Last night was just magical."

Whoa, I don't want to dig in deeper into that topic. So I say, "Really? I'm glad it worked out for you and Ron." I smile.

Honestly, I am genuinely happy for him. But...

I'm a feminist, like I have been for the past nine years.

"Now how about those papers, Tsubasa?"

(A/N: LOL. I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO HATE ME FOREVER, BUT JUST WAIT!)

"Oh, yes. I almost forgot." He says, still smiling. He hands me all my paperwork.

I sigh in reply. Yes, I love my job as the Senior Partner of one of the best law firms in New York. But would it hurt to just cut me some slack, at least?

"And..." Tsubasa trails off as he hands me a pinkish envelope that had my name written on it very neatly. In cursive. "This came for you through the mail this morning."

I stare at the envelope. It looked like it came from Japan; it had a stamp of a cute little chibi girl wearing a kimono. My heart raced as I continued to stare. It's been awhile since I've even thought about returning to my homeland.

It's been awhile since I've seen him.

I slowly open the envelope, cautious not to rip it excessively. I read its content and my eyes widen at what it says. If my heart was racing at just merely staring at the envelope, then I don't know what you are supposed to call this banging in my chest.

I jump in surprise as my cellphone rings. I also notice that Tsubasa has walked out of my office. Wow, have I been spacing out that long? The phone continues to ring.

"Hello?" I say.

"So, do you plan on going?" Hotaru wants to know.

You could say that Hotaru is like the best person who has ever stepped into my life. After that dreadful night, I had stopped going to school. I never showed my face to anyone except for Hotaru. I had left quietly for America, and stayed with Mom. I did not even attend my own graduation. It was quite an easy decision, based on what was left for me there. The only thing I would regret was to leave Hotaru behind. But that problem quickly solved itself, when she decided to go here with me, after her graduation. Her mother is so nice... or maybe Hotaru is just very convincing. They still talk regularly, though!

We decided to live in an apartment together, just until we finish college and find stable jobs. We settled for one in the Upper East Side. Even though my pockets burned every time our monthly payments were due, I enjoyed my four and a half years living with her. She was there for me when I was crying my heart out every time. Actually, she persuaded me to start exercising and eating healthy. Honestly, I never would have made it through without her help.

Now look where I am now.

"I honestly don't know..." I reply. "Are you?"

"I'll get back to you on that, I have to ask Ruka first."

That's right. They are living together in this most adorable little brownstone, a little bit bigger than mine. Perfect for a couple trying to make a family. Oh, I am so happy for them!

Ruka ditched Japan as soon as he learned what happened during that prom night. He did not know about the bet, because for sure he would spill the information to Hotaru.

He was so outraged that Natsume had the balls to still attend the prom even after what he had done to me. Ruka said that he looked really glum that night, but he was "too mad to give a damn." He walked up to Natsume and punched him, square on the face.

"You son a bit—"

And they have not spoken since.

I bet they miss each other a lot, though.

"Oh, of course. But I have no idea why I am invited. I didn't even graduate." I say.

"Obviously, people still remember you. Who could forget the 'Fat Nerd?' Anyways, we should go to the reunion." She says suddenly. My eyes widen at her decision.

"Wha? Why should we?" I ask. Why does she want to go?

"It's been ten years, Mikan. Who knows what happened to the rest of our friends?" replies Hotaru. "Maybe Luna has twelve children and dark bags under her eyes."

I smile. She never fails to make my day. "Yeah, but what if my boss won't let me go?" I question.

She pauses. "Leave that to me."

It's kind of scary when she does that. Let's hope that she won't get me fired.

I sigh. Maybe Luna may look like a total hag now, but maybe she's still a total beauty queen. And what about Natsume? Of course he was voted as "Most Likely to Succeed," according to Hotaru. If ever he goes to the reunion, he'll be all gorgeous and all... with a blonde as arm candy...

My door bursts open. It's Hotaru.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have any real estates to... break?" I ask.

She gives me a weird look, arms crossed. "I'm a real estate broker. But I don't literally break houses, idiot."

"I know, but whatever. What are you doing here?" I say, turning to my paperwork. Just a few more papers to sign...

"I'm here," She says as she approaches my desk. "Because I just realized something. You're single."

I roll my eyes as I look up to her. "Yes, like I have been for almost ten years."

She slams her palms on my desk and looks at me. She's has gotten more expressive over the years. "Don't you get it? This is your time to take revenge!"

"Take... revenge?" I repeat. I'm confused.

She sighs. "Idiot. Do you even remember why you flew to America in the first place?"

I always will.

"But why..?" I want to know.

Her eyes soften. "You have always been the nicest, most hardworking person. That is how you got high in this business. That is how you became to be who you are right now. But sometimes, it feels really rewarding to shove your success in other people's faces. Especially those who really deserve it." She finishes with a really determined face.

"Yeah, but—"

She cuts me off. "Enough with the buts! This is your moment, Mikan. Make the most of it."

I look at her. I blink. I smile. "Alright."

Hotaru smiles back with a satisfied smile. She always gets what she wants, I've learned.

"Now..." She trails off. "How do we get you a boy toy?"

"A boy... toy? Hota—" I am cut off once more as the door opens and Tsubasa comes inside.

"I'm off to get some Starbucks. You girls want some?" He says.

Hotaru looks at him in a weird way. She smiles triumphantly. She then looks at me, wearing the same smile.

"Problem solved."

My eyes widen in horror.

(End of Chapter)

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