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Lolita (,lo'li:tə)

n. a sexually precocious young girl

Buh-Buh-Buh-Bastard

... welcome to the life of the fabulous Mikan Sakura!

Mikan is stressed.

And whenever Mikan is stressed, she shops.

With her Visa in hand, stress in tow and elegant handbag in arm, she walked right in the door of the newly built Francois Charmont Mall, only for the finest, the elite, the fortunate.

'Good Morning, Miss , I hope you have a nice day.' The security guard muttered.

'Thank you,' was her simple, superior reply.

She had the whole mall closed, it was always like that. With Shiro always spending for her, and her own money to boot, it was almost natural for her to close any mall she wanted to close. In fact, she was so well known to all thirty malls in her city, they closed down the mall when they just saw her Mercedes coming from a mile away. They made her wait for amazingly exactly ten minutes in the VIP section, and after that, well, she was all alone in the mall.

Her personal shopping assistants came running beside her, she continued to walk. They tried to match her pace as they talked, trying to oust each other.

'Miss, I have had the newest of styles laid out for you in floor 3, complete with shoes and hand— '

'Another advance collection is laid out for you in floor 16, compliments of the designer Valentin— '

'Bree Lliolle, Editor-In-Chief of the Elle magazine has especially made designs for you, Miss— '

'Teen Vogue has offered to do designs for you right on spot— '

Mikan continued to walk, appearing to ignore each and every one of her stylists.

'Ladies,' Everyone stopped bickering with each other. 'I would want to have a private shopping session. You may go now. Your pay will be given, as always, on your way out.'

'But miss, we are hired to stay— '

'No, no. Thank you. I can manage on my own.' Mikan smiled her angelic smile to them. They seemed to be taken aback. But hey, who can refuse a good pay with no work behind it? Simple. No one.

Mikan went around each and every store of the whole clothes department.

Natsume decided he wanted to talk to Mikan Sakura today.

Natusme always knew there was something about Mikan Sakura that irked him.

She was almost too perfect to be walking around the hallways of Alice Academy.

The way she perfected all her exams, adored by all teachers and worshiped by every guy in the academy. It was too much.

She didn't even know it.

She was too superficial. Too good. Too fake. Too Barbie-ish.

Her posture, her elegance, it was all too much to be just Plain Mikan Sakura. There had to be something more.

And then he realized it.

Sakura...

The name was occasionally thrown around the dining table. In fact, he think he heard a family member mention it a few times. Maybe it was his father... Or his brother... He couldn't remember.

He raided his brain on all information he knew about it.

And then it hit him. Hard.

So that's why.

After exactly three hours, she had six shopping bags in her arms, and about twenty more salesmen behind her carrying more of her bags out of the mall.

Natsume Hyuuga.

She clenched her fists. Now that she did think about it, he always saw that boy looking at her in the school hallways, always sitting near her table at lunch, and always bumping into her every now and then.

But none of it got her attention.

So he settled for beating her with what she considered to be her very source of pride and happiness.

The Number One spot above all smart students in Alice Academy.

Oh, it got her attention, all right. And her pride. And her happiness. It got everything sucked out of her.

And the way he almost had a knowing look in his eye when she invaded his classroom, it was... it was... irritating.

She wanted to punch him in the face and bolt.

'You can drop all the bags in the other car,' All tweny men nodded and went with their task. Mikan dropped her six bags in the backseat.

She had her own tasks to fulfill.

One of them having another steamy sexy sex with Shiro, another getting some more from a wealthy customer, and a dinner with Natsume Hyuuga.

Don't ask. It happened so fast. It was a blur.

She woke up this morning in her queen size bed, ready to try everything on in her closet when hre cellphone beeped like crazy. Mikan, being the awesome creature that she is, didn't even bother to check who called and just zapped her cellphone open like a boss.

'Speak, mortal!' She joked. She thought it was a friend of hers or something. She even thought it was Shiro or some love-crazed customer of hers.

'President,' It was deep, manly, cold, arrogant and almost sounded obnoxious from the other line (and mind you, she has no idea how all of those traits can be amazingly expressed in just one word), and she would die if she didn't admit it almost sounded like sexy statement all said in the cellphone.

It sounded like sex.

And she was turned on.

She swore, right then and there she stood up like a motherfather and said: 'Natsume Hyuuga! My man! What izz uh-upp?' Intentionally saying the last letter longer, like a total crazy mental person who just escaped the mental hospital and wasn't caught.

Oh yeah. Nice way to go Mikan. You just ordered yourself a nice bucket of humiliation with a little mortification on the side.

'Dinner, 7 pm. I'll pick you up at your penthouse. Wear something simple.' And he was gone. Not even giving her a chance to agree.

Wear something simple?

Her mind raced on all the naughty things she could do to him and how simple he could get her out of her clothes. She almost moaned in anticipation.

And so simple, she was going to wear.

She was not wearing anything simple at all, Natsume decided.

She was wearing a intricately designed black leather jacket that only covered half of her upper body, over a black boxer shirt. It was almost see through.

He could see the silhouette of her belly button.

It turned him on.

And man, the legs on those barely there shorts.

He wanted to kiss her.

She opened the door to his car.

And then she opened her mouth. 'Natsume, I don't know what this is about, and it better be good. I can't waste my time mingling with people like you, I have tons to do as the president. I just can't leave my work, you know I'm busy. I have papers to check, assignments to do, projects to make, lessons to review, and by all means you just beat me at the last exam, I can't just rest! I need to— ' Mikan Sakura, he decided was a very loud. And a liar. A very good liar. '— and then there are those upcoming festivals in the school, Natsume, I just can't— '

'I know your secret.' Natsume said.

'— And then the— Wait. What?' Mikan stood dumbfounded.

'And you better get in before I tell the whole school about it.'

Fuck.

Up next:

Will Natsume reveal her secret?

And how the hell will Mikan react to him knowing it?

All on the next chapter of Lolita!

And I lessened the bad words for you, guys. I learned it was annoying for you. So yeah. :))

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