Woo I got one more chapter out before I go skiing! I'll see the rest of you in the new year, and I'm making sure to keep this powering along like I'll be powering along those ski-slopes :P
Enjoy!
Having people discover that dorky-weirdo-anti-social-Library-boy was dating the hottest (and loosest) girl in school was actually surprisingly fun, in spite of the far-from-content way it started off.
At first, of course, no one would believe it – in spite of Sumire's many insistences – but when Ruka happened to overhear a conversation and casually added 'it's true, you know', that made the whole thing blow up way out of proportion. Now there was a second testifier, and the stories got wildly out of control.
People started to stare at Natsume constantly, watching for any sign that the rumour was true – anything that would suggest why he was supposed to be dating the hottest girl in school. Girls started to notice that actually behind his dorkiness he wasn't really ugly, and if you had the right eye for it he could be considered attractive.
Who were they kidding, you only needed eyes to notice that his unpleasantness was only skin-deep. Soon it wasn't just guys staring at him looking for his secret, it was girls constantly checking him out. The Library became a hot spot for girls 'inconspicously' ogling his each and every move. There were theories about if he worked out or not, his weight, how strong he was, how he looked like without his glasses on and if he was good in the sack.
Natsume himself got very bored of this very quickly, and started to bark and snap at people who so much as looked at him too long, and the library became even more unwelcoming – if that was even possible – than it was before. Mikan, in contrast, was treated like a leper by her circle of friends, who couldn't believe she'd do something so completely gross as that – they'd accepted a teacher, but a dork?! It was simply too much for them. She lost the respect and interest of a significant number of guys, and gained the disapproval of a similar number of girls.
Not that she actually cared, it just made things a little bumpier for her, and she started going out with Sumire straight after school and staying out until she was broke or too drunk to think about it.
There were a sceptical proportion who still refused to believe it; insisted that it was just a bogus rumour that had no founding. However, this all changed at the end of that week, when lunch break was rung in by a very different sort of alarm.
"You're just an insensitive dick who thinks with the wrong fucking head!" screamed Mikan in one of the most highly-trafficked corridors in school, and many turned around to see who it was she was screaming at.
Some were surprised, some weren't, to see that she was directing her anger at Hyuga Natsume; who leant against the wall with a bored look on his face.
"What?" he grunted, and shrugged as if he couldn't care less.
"Don't give me 'what' shit!" she yelled. "Would you like it if I stared down the shirt of every single girl who walked by?!" Natsume's eyebrows shot up, as if to suggest 'I might like that a whole arousing lot', and Mikan flushed as she realized the flaw in her example.
"I mean..." she stuttered – lost for words – then pushed some younger-years out of the way as she stormed away from him.
"Fine. Walk away," Natsume said shortly. "It gives me a better view." His line of vision wasn't directed anywhere near Mikan's face, more in the vicinity of her ass.
"Dick!" she screamed and turned back to charge at him; running with such speed that he was genuinely surprised to find she didn't slow down when she was close to him.
She didn't even stop.
She jumped instead, looping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and taking him over with her weight. He staggered, and people around them parted, and the two of them tumbled straight over the top step of the staircase.
Natsume, being the bottom, and Mikan, letting go as soon as Natsume was falling, landed in a semi-revealing but highly disgruntled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Miraculously no one was seriously injured.
Except Natsume's pride, of course.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he snarled, as she picked herself up and started re-arranging her skirt.
"Silly me, I guess I lost my balance," she said false-sweetly, and in an instant he had his hand snapped around her wrist and pulling her to face him. Their audience watched with bated breath.
"I call bullshit," he replied hotly. "And if you have a problem with me looking at other girls then we might as well break up now." Someone in the upper gallery hissed, as it was practically confirmed by them that they were (or soon-to-be had been) going out.
Mikan returned his look dispassionately. "You know, this chat will be so rich when you start getting jealous over me."
"That won't happen," he insisted.
"It's not looking I have a problem with, it's mentally tearing off their shirts and licking their nipples," she added in an 'anyway' sort of way. "I can tell the difference, you know."
"I can't," he retorted cockily, and before people realized what was what her hand was out of his hand and swiping across his face.
"Because you're a jerk who thinks with your goddam dick," she spat viciously. "Okay, testosterone boy, so why don't you try not pissing me off by keeping it under control for two fucking minutes of the day." As they argued they had gradually started to move on, and as people got hungry the viewers gradually started to shift – it seemed like the violence was over for now anyway. Although a few die-hards remained to see the outcome.
"I'm not changing for you," he sneered. "It doesn't work that way."
"Then it's not going to work," she retorted. "Everyone in a relationship changes for that person. Even if it's just putting down the toilet seat. You, however," she added in a critical way, "have much bigger problems."
"Your flattery compels me," he said sarcastically, and she backhanded him on the back of his head as they walked along an outdoor corridor. They reached the doors of the canteen.
"So," he said matter-of-factly, still sounding massively pissed off. "Time? Place?"
"Six I guess, the station?" she replied dryly as if they hadn't been having a screaming argument only moments ago. He shrugged as if to say yes, and then just as she tried to walk away stopped her with a hand on one of her bunched.
"Oi," he said darkly. "Where do you think you're going?" His hand slipped down to cup her neck and he roughly pulled her to him, resulting in a clumsy kiss that was in the full and public view of several students and teachers.
The rumour was no longer a rumour.
"Hey!" she complained when he released her. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Kissing my girlfriend," he answered patronisingly, and then did it again; the fighting was bad, but they were slowly learning not to take it seriously enough to intrude on other things.
"I noticed," she sniggered, taking his hand off the back of her neck and holding it in hers. "Maybe then, if you're keen enough on this 'girlfriend', you could stop staring at other girls' breasts in front of her." She grabbed his face, with her other hand, by the chin and made sure he was looking into her eyes. "We have faces, you know."
"I was aware," he replied dryly, closing his teeth over her lower lip and kneading it softly; she shivered enjoyably with the action.
"Okay, okay, enough," Mikan pleaded before they got carried away. "People will squick out."
"Like I ever cared about that," Natsume snorted, and wiped his own saliva from below her lips with his thumb; damn, just the thought of that turned him on. "I'll see you tonight."
"See-ya," she chirped, and then they parted ways to meet with their own friends; who, predictably enough, quizzed them on 'what the hell happened out there?!'
So, in spite of the slight roller-coaster tenancies their fledgling relationship seemed to contain, Mikan and Natsume got along just about well enough for the first three 'official' weeks of their dating; they generally saw each other once or twice on weeknights and both days of the weekend. They fought, and argued, and on one occasion started a food fight in the canteen – quickly rocketing to the the top spot of most public and disruptive couples in school – but they bounced back with surprising elasticity and actually appeared to be a pair who might stick. At least until they became enough of an accepted fact for people to stop gossiping about them.
However, when they started to push for the one-month-barrier, cracks began to appear on the surface.
At first glance it was business as usual – they went out, Mikan didn't buy anything, sometimes Natsume treated her, but more often than not he made a point of not buying her anything, and they frequently ended up in an argument which ended up in a fight which ended up with their tongues down each other's throats in some alleyway.
But there was an added, unseen stress. On Natsume.
Now, as a mark of decency he'd stopped having one-night stands with whoever he could pull since the entire thing had begun with Mikan – to be fair, she monopolised all his lust and he couldn't really care less about other girls. But he didn't really use any other methods to relieve himself – he felt it a blow to his ego – and things like that tended to build up.
He'd had to masturbate since he got a girlfriend far more than he was comfortable with, and normally things were supposed to work the other way around.
But Mikan, to put it simply, wouldn't put out. She had offered many lines about retaining his respect and not selling herself short, but whenever they were getting hot and heavy and Natsume murmured 'I know a place...' he might as well have said 'I have erectile disfunction', because it was the biggest mood-killer he'd ever encountered.
He knew she wanted it, he could practically smell it on her every time they got that kind of close, but she wasn't letting that part of herself go for some reason. And it was slowly driving him mad.
It was almost a throwback to the first few encounters with her – when he had been obsessed with laying her like he had all those girls before her. He looked back at himself with a weird sense of not quite being that person anymore – he had a commitment to a female, and his old self wouldn't snorted at the mere thought of that. What was more, was that he quite probably liked it.
What he didn't like, though, was having throbbing half-hard-ons half the time, and every time he pushed and cajoled, and on one humiliating occasion begged, her to come with him to some dive he could rut out his frustration on her, she consistently refused.
"I can't," she'd always plead. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not ready." Ready. She had to be 'ready'.
Natsume had fucked plenty of not-ready girls before, and the majority of their 'not ready's had been entirely in their heads.
It was driving him nuts.
One night, when Ruka had again commented on his un-laid-ness, and the bitch he'd been made of by a bitch, Natsume had sworn that this would be the night. He'd even brought friggin condoms, so committed was he to having her.
And he'd tried, dear god he'd tried. He'd flirted and suggested and caressed, a term he hated on principle (for the soppiness) but nevertheless he did it, and then he'd snapped and pushed her up against a wall outside the bar and ground his erection into her, and hell, if she didn't know how badly he wanted it she'd have to be an idiot.
"Come'on," he'd grunted as he rubbed against her, and he'd be dammed if she wasn't gagging for it too and rubbing back. "It's not far from here, I swear." She wriggled and pushed away from him; apology and remorse in her eyes.
"Natsume, please, I can't go to one of those places," she begged – she had some bad memories associated with those sorts of places, and she was in no shape to start dealing with this kind of jump yet. "If we... if I...I'm not ready... for you."
"Are you kidding," he leered as he slid a hand up her leg and against her panties, kneading the dampness there with his fingers. "You want it." Her forehead dropped to his shoulder and she desperately tried to push him back while desperately wanting to pull him closer.
"I'm not, if this happens now then..." Mikan nearly wept, because she knew what would happen if she let go – they would fuck, it would probably be amazing, but then Natsume would leave; he always left. She'd heard it from so many of her friends, and she already liked him too much to want that to happen.
It was tearing her apart, but she was too afraid of being left by him if she let them have sex.
"What is your fucking problem?!" he hissed angrily, as she finally got away from him, and he only chased her down again and forced his hands down her top to cup her breasts. "You are as horny as me, so –"
"I don't think anyone could be as horny as you," she snapped, and slapped away his hands and gave him a cuff across the jaw. "I said no. No means no, Natsume." She stood her ground, and he could see that it was a lost fucking cause, and he groaned, punched the wall next to him, and then just walked off.
He didn't look back.
Mikan went home, alone, and Natsume skulked into the nearest bar; his eyes hungry for anything female. He would have sex tonight – it had been too long now – and if it wasn't with Mikan; well, it couldn't be said that he hadn't given her plenty of opportunities.
He closed in on the drunkest girl of his acceptable age-band, and introduced himself as a high-flying college student who 'couldn't take his eyes off her'. She was, returning to the game after nearly a month off season, the easiest piece of ass he'd ever pulled in his life.
Perhaps it was his pheromones or something.
Nevertheless, he did use the protection he'd brought that night, as he did fuck the girl obscenely hard in the place Mikan had refused to go; it was almost too easy. As he plunged in and out of... not even her, she was just a casing for him to lose himself in, the only thing that bothered Natsume from the time he threw her on the bed until the time he came long and hard inside her, was that throughout the entire thing it was the thought of Mikan that kept him thrusting.
He imagined as vividly as he could persuade himself that it was her beneath him, screaming and bucking under his force, it was her he thought of as he climbed the long-awaited peak to orgasm, and it was her name he groaned as he finally reached that climax.
The moment it was over, he almost wished he'd jacked off instead – while heaving and panting over her sweating and unattractive body – because from the second he realized how badly he'd been fooling himself, he felt humiliation like no other – what had he done?
But it was done, and Natsume had the poor girl out of his sight faster than you could say 'cheater'.
Um, not a happy note to end on, but if it was all happy then the story would lose a lot of good stuff :P
This is important to the plot, I swear.
Leave a review pls, I'm going away for a week so you might as well leave some words to get me back into the next-chapter swing when I get back.