A/n: Yo, minna! I'm so sorry for not updating this story for a long, long time. Well, I didn't really had time to do it. I'm really sorry. It's finally half-term so I took the time to update it (I haven't even finish me prep. Wah!!! I hate Mechanics)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice characters

My Fake Boyfriend

Chapter 3

I looked through the frosted glass and saw familiar vague figures floating around. Damn it!!! It was impossible to slip through unnoticed; their hangout area was only a metre away. I should have arrived earlier but I don't think the train agreed with me. Apparently, my train ride had to be delayed for exactly 2.70 hours. Perfect timing, don't you think? Not only did I have to suffer sleeping on cold-hard floor, I had to face him.

I shed a few drops of sweat although it was still mid-spring. I am not afraid of him. Why should I? He deserved this kind of treatment after a year of hair-tugging. Then, what was this heavy feeling? Was it guilt? Sometimes, I swear I hate the thing called, 'conscience' that resides in me. Why did I have to feel responsible?

I clenched my hand tight. I wouldn't have time to beg for a room if I keep standing and thinking. Even if I managed to sneak in, then what about other days? Would I want to spend the rest of my exeat locked in my room? Sooner or later, I had to meet him. I took a deep breath and entered. It was time to face the music.

I know I am not afraid of him. Even that day, I wasn't afraid of him at all. Then, why was I avoiding his eyes? Why?? Why??? Why couldn't I be like him and act as if nothing happened?

"H-h-hi," I stuttered. My eyes were looking anywhere but Natsume. I was fidgeting the whole three minutes. I couldn't take it anymore. The air was uncomfortable and I was going to suffocate.

"I think I should get going. I better beg, I mean, find someone to share a room with me," I managed to say. Not waiting for his answer, I just grabbed my duffel bag and ran towards the elevator. I needed to go away from him. If only I was faster...

"Sakura! That's you, isn't it?" I stopped. I was a few centimetres away from the elevator. The elevator door closed. My route to freedom was blocked. I reluctantly turned around to find Mochu with his goofy smile, Ruka and Koko.

"Long time no see, guys," I said. It was true that I was pleased to meet them since I missed them so much but I couldn't ignore the annoyance I was feeling; they ruined my escape plan. And even if they're my friends, you can never like them too much because...

"Oh, yeah. Speaking of last week, Sakura, you didn't come to the victory dance. Nande?"... they can never be quiet, especially Mochu. The others stared at Mochu. Koko and Ruka were signalling him to stop because it wasn't really a good time to raise that topic but their effort bore no fruit.

The poor, oblivious Mochu continued, "To think that Natsume was waiting the whoooolllleeee (really, really emphasizing on the 'whoooolllleeee')night. He kept glancing at his watch. Not only that, you didn't even come to our final game. Poor-" A sudden grip on the shoulder and Mochu went ultimately quiet.

Hyuuga Natsume is the captain of Tokyo football team and is seen as the future weapon of the Japanese national team. His influence in his own team (and his fanclub) is very huge; he could control the actions of every member. A shiver ran through my spine. I hate to admit this but with that murderous aura around, I was actually afraid of him.

Hang on. Did Natsume really wait for me the whole night? Was he expecting me? Well, maybe he was going to squeeze out an excuse from me for not coming to the game. But did it matter that I didn't come. Was my not coming to the game affecting anything? However... was he really talking about the same Natsume? The same Natsume who always pull my hair? The one who never even call me by name (except in Chapter 1)? He who prefers to call me Polka, Baka and all the insults he could come up with. I wanted to ask Mochu but this was definitely a bad time. It still remains as a mystery even today. I don't think I could even dream of getting a chance of asking him.

After a few silent minutes (the time period for Natsume to cool down), he just walked away, dragging (not literally) his minions away. Just like that. As if nothing had happened. I also went on my own way to 'find' a room to shelter. My head was still burdened with questions. Questions I knew that won't be answered.

"KYAAAAAA!!!!! NNNNAAAATTTTTSSSSSUUUUUMMMMMEEEEE-SSSSAAAAMMMMAAAA!!!!!!!!" another unsurprising call from the fanatics. I was ready with earplugs, yet their horrible squeals managed to penetrate through. It was definitely especially since it disturbed my valuable slumber time. Well, they weren't screaming early in the morning, though. It was already 1.24p.m. Thanks to Natsume, I spent the night tossing and turning on the floor (AGAIN).

It was a normal exeat day. I went window-shopping with my friends. Fighting off the temptation the city had presented us. My school is located in a sub-urban area (though, it looks more like a rural place) so it felt really good to see a place filled with shops offering enticing discounts. We kept drooling on the gorgeous baby blue gown. I wanted to buy it for an upcoming event. However, it was too expensive. Too much for my allowance to endure. I could have bought but that meant I was to starve for three months straight.

I was happily leaping as I carried five shopping bags. Alas, I had lost in the fierce battle of temptation. Just as I was about to enter Tokyo Hall, I was dragged away by Natsume. What was he planning now? He held my wrist tight and strongly that I didn't really had the power to argue. I was silent for the whole journey. My happiness faded as each second passed. Why, why, why did he have to ruin my day? We stopped near an empty cafe (infamous for its horrible service). My happiness level had dropped beyond zero.

Natsume was panting, probably an exhaustion from running away from his crazy fans. I watched him as he took in 40 litres of air. He stared and said the words I never would expect even in a million years, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A/n: I have a feeling that this might not be my finest but yeah pressure and time had pushed me this much to finish it. Please support this work. Things are just starting for Mikan and Natsume. Oh, yeah, do support me other works...

Thank you

From your useless writer,

aorika