DO NOT OWN CHARACTERS

Chapter 4

Rumors

I slumped onto the floor, having just finished doing my homework that I had to do over the weekend. Also calling my boss on the sorry for the late notice of me falling ill, and calling the coach for missing track practice. Gahh! Why did I have to be sick; even now I can still feel the slight light headedness and clogged nose. I missed my job schedule, which means I'll have to work a different day this week; I missed a meeting with the mythology club, probably missing what happened to Artemis' lover, and I missed a day of track practice. Which means I can't participate in this weeks meet, stupid I know, but coach prefers it when we all go to the practices to push ourselves to our goals.

I rolled over on the floor and stared at the blood red scarf that's hanging on the hook by the door that leads out to the hallway. I sighed, remembering how that scarf came into my possession. I rolled back, into the position I was at before, remembering what happened.

I gave a small cough, as I looked out the window. Watching the small little flakes dance with each other, before settling gracefully down onto the ground. Yep, it's snowing. Right after it rained; which means slush and icy roads. I looked over my shoulder and saw that they both were still asleep. I gave a small sigh, as I wobbled into a standing position. I looked around for my clothes, thinking it'd be better to leave now, before getting smacked on the butt again. I blushed a bit; seriously. That was uncalled for.

As I walked around I realized that my clothes were hanging in the shower, some what dry. Not thinking much of it, I shrugged off the clothes that I was borrowing and threw on my clothes. As I tipped-toed silently through the door that leads out to the hallway, I found my bag next to two others. Obviously Natsume's and Aoi's, I glimpsed at the surname that was clearly printed in neat cursive on Aoi's bag. Hyuuga, huh?

I picked up my bag, and was about to open the door when I felt something warm wrap around my neck. I freaked out a bit and was about kick the daylights out of whoever put whatever it was around my neck. I looked down and realized it was the soft red material of the scarf Natsume was wearing. What's it doing around my neck? I spun around and faced the sleepy expression of the male Hyuuga. He gave me a yawn before saying, "Since you're leaving might as well give you something warm, seeing as how it's snowing and your in a skirt. You can have it; it'll give some sort of warmth." He yawned one more time before turning around and heading back down the hall; going back to sleep most likely.

At least I didn't get slapped on the butt this time. I thought to myself. And with that I walked out the door, only to realise he lived in the same building as me; except I was upstairs. I quietly closed the door and headed for the stairs…

Sitting back up, I started to pack up my things. I gave a small yawn; yawning- it's contagious. Once all of my school stuff was neatly placed away, I started to get ready for bed.

Geez. I hope tomorrow isn't that weird.

The Next Day: Monday

I was walking through the halls like I usually do; trying to stay under the radar and away from the preps. But today, it was different. Everyone kept staring and pointing at me saying things like; "That's the girl that punched Natsume in the face!"

"That's the girl that's sleeping with Natsume."

"That's the bitch that punched Hyuuga."

"Nobody gets away with hitting our prince.."

And so forth. Dammit, I almost forgot about all these stupid rumors. Those stupid stories aren't even that realistic. I mean, one of the stories going around were that I had feelings for Natsume, and confessed my undying love for him in the track/ indoor soccer field. But he declined me, and started telling me the reasons why he wouldn't date me. Then I got angry and then thats when I punched him in the face. Stupid, I know.

Where did they even come up with such bogus lies for a story in the first place? Clearly, that story was made to make me look bad; but then again most rumors around here were created to make you or others feel bad about themselves. Which I can say is like a little slice of reality; noticing how people react and stuff.

Anyway, the me hitting part was because he made me break the lens of a camera; which I by the way am so glad I didn't have to pay for the damage. But that's beside the point, I was angered, and I wanted to let out my frustrations in one way or another. And Hyuuga just so happened to be there. Though now I feel bad about it because he did take care of me in my weak state. He could've just left me there to die; but he didn't. So I deem him nice, but that doesn't mean that I can go off and start being friends with him. Especially with these rumors going around. I'll just act like he isn't there-er here.

I sat down in my seat and waited for Jinno to get in. I stole glances from all around me. I can't believe even the students in here were giving me dirty looks. Like seriously; are some of them actually mad at what I did or were most of them just going along with everything? Like going with the flow, something that I use to do; that was in fact my motto for most of school. Even if it seemed like such a laid back motto, I did abide by it. But now, I can't. At least not until these rumors die down, but until then, I won't do anything that'll catch anyones attention.

I felt something get thrown at my head, when I turned around to glare at someone; I realized that everyone behind me was paying attention to the teacher. Wait- crap, when did he get in? I glanced at the clock before picking up whatever hit my head. Wow, class started 30 minutes ago, which means I was contemplating my situation and didn't pay attention to whatever Jinno was saying. I looked down at the small crumpled ball of paper. Slowly and quietly as I could, unraveled the paper.

It read: "Pay attention, idiot."

It wouldn't have taken a genius to realize or figure out who threw the paper ball. It was Natsume the ever-so-popular jock; that everyone loves Hyuuga. Annoying pest.

Not bothering replying to the wad note, I paid attention to the remaining of class; which happened to be at least 7 minutes. Woah, time sure flies when you're thinking about life and situations and such. As I pack up my things, I looked back at the jock; he seemed to be waiting for someone. I can tell because he hasn't left yet, even though his things were already packed. Once I was done, I picked up my binder that just so happens to have a handle for easy carrying to it. As I walked past him, and almost out the door, I heard the scraping of the legs of his chair and his heavy steps as he started to catch up to me. Or seems like it.

Was he waiting for me? If he was then, why? Did he think that just because he took care of me; that it automatically means that we're best friends? Or friends at all for that matter. No.. No.. That can't be it. Maybe because I owe him? I mean that has to be it. I'm a handful, that's for sure. Haha thought so.. She'd always say that I'm troublesome.. I glared at the floor as I kept walking. Jerks. They're all a bunch of jerks!

"-Y, Hey!" A voice started to penetrate my layers of thoughts. Who was that? I looked up, off the floor and my eyes met a matching pair of crimson orbs. Oh, it's just him. Why was he speaking to me? We're in school; in this "kingdom" I'd be the poor average villager and he'd be apart of the royal family. Royalties don't usually talk to the poor unless they're ordering them to do something or they have a favor to collect. I glared at him and picked up my pace, I don't want to be seen with him. I've already punched him in the face, and theres already rumors of me going around. I don't want to be seen with him, he'll make my, "Laying low" idea fall apart.

I heard his steps pick up as well, seemingly trying to match with mine. Ugh, can't he tell that I don't want to be seen with him? At this pace, at least, I'll be able to get to class and sit far away from him. "Hey! Would you slow the fuck down? I'm trying to speak to you!" He kept saying, dammit. I could already feel their eyes on me, watching me, and hear their thoughts buzzing around; trying to come I with new rumors to spread. After all, usually no one speaks to me. I'm sure no one knows my name; other than the teachers. They probably will nickname me "The girl that punched a jock in the face," "The one that has a death wish," or "The one thats going to get beat up to death." I'm sure the latter sounds like the most fun nickname doesn't it?

When I finally reached the classroom, I made a beeline to my seat and proceeded to ignore everyone until the teacher starts his lesson. Ah, science. The only class I absolutely hate; but does surprisingly well in. I only hate this class because the usually teacher, Mr. Misaki has been in an accident and is spending a few months on trying to recover. His permanent sub is the, "Lady killer" Tono. He has long straight black hair, a defined jaw with high cheekbones, and a nose that looks like it belonged to one of the ancient greek statues. Not only that but his eyes were the color of the deepest part of the ocean; it gave him this look like he's staring into your soul. All in all, he looks like a modern day Greek Adonis. I find it creepy but other girls in this class can't help but stare dreamily at him as he explains what autotrophs and heterotrophs are.

But that's not that only reason I dislike this class; or more like this sub, is because he hits on his female students. No matter what, he'll send you some thing that makes you give the hints of him taking a particular interest in you. I even heard he has sex with different girl students almost every night. And I dislike it when he sets his eyes on me. In this class it seems like his entire attention span is focused on me. And it makes me feel disturbed. I think he's playing favorites because I compared work with a classmate in this class and I got a 100% while he got a 59%. I know I missed some wrong and he got a lot right, but seriously?

I felt the person next to me poke my side. What was his name again? Pula? Puka? No.. I think it started with different letter. I took a glance at him, silently asking 'what.' When I noticed that he slipped a note next to by notebook that I brought out. I gave him a questioning glance before, opening the note.

It read:

Hey, idiot. Why are you ignoring me? Is that any way to treat your savior? Well, whatever. But did you think that I wasted all the effort, time, and ingredients just because I was being nice? Well, if you did, you thought wrong. You're quite troublesome, ya know. So I wanted to tell you that since I did you a favor; now you have to do one for me. 'Word in the halls' is that you don't like owing anything to anybody. But right now, you're in debt to me. So I suggest you come to my apartment so we could further discuss this matter.

- H.N

After I finished the note, I glance back at him. Turns out he was staring intently at me until I was done reading the note. I glanced at my seat mate's notes and realized that I'm completely missing the lecture. I glared at my still clean piece of notebook paper; silently cursing Hyuuga in my head. Turned back to look at him, and saw the name 'Ruka' written neatly in cursive at the corner of her paper. Ah, so that's his name. Where have I seen this kid before? I feel like he plays a sport but I don't know what. I just can't put my finger in it.

I pushed that thought away as I whispered to him, "Hey, may I copy your notes?" He looked slightly surprised at me first then nodded. Sliding his notes over to me. Why'd he look so surprised? Maybe because I've never spoken to him before. I shrugged that thought away as well as I started to sprawl the given information down on my own. When the bell finally rang, signalling that it was time for lunch, I gave Ruka back his notes and left. By the time I got to the commons it was basically full, which by the way is an odd sight to see; knowing that it had little to none people there. When I looked around I noticed people talking and pointing; laughing even. What were they all laughing at? I looked around and noticed a few people huddled around the bulletin board. Was there something up? I felt my heartbeat quicken, and my face burn red, as invisible sweat started to form on my forehead. Was it about me?

I speed walked to the bulletin, shoving people away so I could see. There I noticed an article; a specific article. It was a picture of me photoshopped, it looked like I was crying in front of Hyuuga. In large, bold letters said; "Another loser rejected by our charming Prince Natsume Hyuuga." What? What kind of bullshit is this? Who would write an article of some bullshit story and photoshop my body? Where did this photo even come from?

I ripped the article off the bulletin, and continued to read the bold lettering underneath:

Our Prince Natsume Hyuuga was reported, rejecting a brunette loser named Mikan Sakura. It was said that she was madly in love with him; and wanted to go out with him. But our Prince politely declined, after hearing that she was rejected she started crying. Like most we thought she'd end up running away just like all the other losers that tried to get with The Prince. But no; Sakura then lifted up her fist and-yes, you guessed it-punched his beloved face! Who would want to harm him? Who would want to tarnish our beloved Prince's face? I'll tell you who; Mikan Sakura.

They were also reports of Mikan following Natsume home after the detention they both had to serve. Suspicious, they both had detention? What happened to make the Prince have detention? Also reported that they were alone in the room; as the teacher that was suppose to watch them: Tono never arrived. Could it be that Sakura did something to Tono just to be alone with Natsume? Because we all know that Tono has a thing for students; could it be that she has a sexual relationship with Tono? What did she do to our Prince while in detention?

(*shows another photoshopped picture of a blurred out female brunette with a blurred out inky black haired man; supposedly having intercourse*)

The Prince and Sakura were also seen together after detention; if you can actually call it being "together." Like I said before; Sakura was stalking Natsume home! It also seemed like the brunette purposely did not wear a coat or bring an umbrella to shield the rain. Which caused her to pass out(or maybe she faked that too?). Leaving the ever-so kind hearted Prince of this school; having to take care of her in his home. What kind of things happened behind those closed doors of the Princes'?

If you're reading this Sakura, I hope you now realize that we all know what you do for a living.

(*Finishes with one last photoshopped picture of me in the sluttiest outfit possible; standing on the street corner*)

~K.L

Owner of the N.H & R.N Fanclub

Have more reports of this sorry loser? Please report to me at

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When I was done reading it; I started to rip it into confetti. Then I proceeded to throw the rest into the nearest garbage can, stealing a lipstick container from a girl and lighter from a guy walking by. I opened the lipstick to the fullest and threw it in the garbage, then I opened the lighter. Causing it to spark. Then threw that as well into the garbage can, and watch it catch on fire. After the flames were evident; I looked at everyone's bewildered stares and glared dangerously at them. And told them a few simple words before walking away calmly; like whatever I did didn't happen whatsoever. Once I left I heard the sound of extinguishers; trying to put out the fire.

Those few simple words were the beginning of my spiral downwards into hell; known as Natsume Hyuuga.

Those simple words were: Go fuck yourselves, you easily convinced little shits.

I'M SO SORRY! I know it's been a long time, its because of school! But now it's winter vacation and I'll probably post a LOT more!

So until the next chapter! Don't hate me!

Ily.