1. Mikan

2. Ruuka

3. …Natsume…?

My hand had been twitching (twitching, yes, NOT shaking) at its position for the past three minutes. Maybe it was because it had remained unmoving for the past two hours and fifteen minutes, or it could've been the hot, hot, weather, or maybe I was just so goddamn pissed that I couldn't shake the irrational urge to break the stupid insignificant piece of wood in my hand!!! DAGNABBIT!!!

"Get a hold of yourself, Ruuka. Glaring at the paper won't produce any more names." Natsume said with an amused frown. "And I keep telling you, that girl hasn't thrown anything at me that I couldn't handle."

"There should be at least another other person that she's taken the dibs into!" I wailed, throwing my hands carelessly up in the air. "I mean, do I have a friggin' neon sign on my head that says –"Hey there cutie!!! Want to sell my pretty ass in the internet???""

Natsume didn't even try to hide that god-awful smirk. "Cutie?"

"It's all I could think of, OKAY??? And don't you give me that shrewd gaze you've been giving me since that barn incident —for Pete's sake… I DON'T HAVE A CRUSH ON HER!!!"

Natsume raised a brow at me after all my anger had been used up and I was tired, beaten and panting under his gaze —ARGH!!! Disregard the yaoi implication… PLEASE!!!— then returned back to his stupid overrated comic books. "Whatever. Suit yourself, Ruuka."

Ugh. He annoys me.


So… after that little encounter that I am now trying to permanently annihilate from my mind, I am now standing in front of the nurse's clinic trying to see what my work had done with my very own eyes.

Unfortunately, that poor excuse of a nurse was denying me a visit because I haven't got a god-forsaken teacher-approved PASS!!!

The conversation went like this.

"Listen, Ruuka-kun, no matter how much of a cute, heart-breakingly handsome endearing little hottie you are, I cannot allow you to enter a girl's room while she is sick and unconscious without a signed confirmation of an authoritative teacher that you won't check her out and pat her down." She smiled.

"Do I look like that kind of person to you?" I asked incredulously, bordering on hysterical for the fourth time that day with matching eyes widening at the preposterous accusation. "I'm barely thirteen!!!"

Red eyes scanned me from head to toe then back up. "Yes."

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A/N: Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you but they're twelve going thirteen in this little fanfic of mine (the profanity couldn't be explained otherwise) because the subject of age hadn't come up until now. Hehe… REVIEW!!!