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An important note to make: I have changed Tsubasa Andou's age so that he is in the same level as Mikan and the rest. I have edited the 'Tsubasa-senpai' to 'Tsubasa-kun' in both chapter one and chapter two. Anyway, this is chapter two of Don't Trust Me. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice.
Don't Trust Me
Chapter Two: The Polar Opposites
Mikan beamed happily at Sumire, who scowled back. The opening of the party had been announced with the popping of champagne and lots of yelling. On the buffet table there were wine glasses filled with punch and champagne flutes containing champagne, and Mikan's mouth watered at the sight of the brownies, chocolate cakes, pancakes and maple syrup and pizza.
Most of the people at Wakako's party weren't of age yet, but like the hostess had declared, "Who cares about the rules as long as we have fun?" This declaration was greeted by enthusiastic cheering, but she did stipulate a condition: Everyone was allowed to get as drunk as they wanted to, but they were to do it only in Wakako's dorm.
Mikan looked around the room in bemusement, "Hey, Permy. I didn't know that Wakako's room was THIS big!" She exclaimed to her green-haired best friend who grudgingly cracked a smile.
"I guess it is pretty big," Sumire admitted, "She even had the space for a dance floor."
Pop music was already blaring in the disco-like room and dozens of people were hanging out at the dance floor.
"Sumi! Mikan! I'm so glad the both of you made it to my party!" The two friends smiled back at the hyperactive girl before them.
"Hey, Wakako."
Pulling Sumire's arm towards her, Wakako turned to Mikan, "Hey, Mii-chan, do you mind if I borrow Sumi for a while? I've got so many things to tell her!"
Mikan shook her head, "Of course I don't!" And she watched as her best friend got dragged into the crowd.
She piled two brownies, three slices of pizza and five pancakes onto her disposable plate, and Mikan walked towards one of the tables where some people were already sitting at. Shit. All the tables have at least one person occupying it. Looks like I'll need to share with someone.
She scanned the area for a nice-looking girl to sit with, but all the people who were sitting at the tables were guys.
There were three tables in total, but the first two tables were filled with drooling guys who were ogling her. I'm SO not sitting there.
At the fanciest table sat a guy who had black hair and mesmerizing crimson eyes, and he wasn't even eating. Instead, he had his left hand on the table to prop his chin up, his handsome face emotionless as his blood-red eyes scrutinized the large crowd bopping along on the dance floor. It was a good thing that the boy was tanned, or Mikan would've thought he was a vampire. A very hot vampire, but a vampire nonetheless. Mikan let her eyes roam all over him, and saw that he'd a very well-built body; hard and lean. He was wearing a black skin-tight shirt that hugged his muscles and a pair of denim jeans which matched well with his black and blue sneakers.
Mikan swallowed and felt herself blush when his eyes finally landed on her, and she quickly averted her eyes. What the hell did I check him out for? I'm here to see Tsubasa-kun, aren't I? Yes, that's right. Focus on Tsubasa-kun… Striding up to his table, she cleared her throat and asked when he looked up, "May I sit here?"
He stared at her for a couple of seconds and nodded. Mikan thanked him gratefully and fell into the seat across from him and began digging into her food ravenously.
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Natsume had originally thought that the brown-haired girl had asked to sit with him (using her plate of food as an excuse) so that she could chat him up, but was amused when she simply sat and started eating. Her looks aren't half bad, Natsume conceded to himself, and that's a pretty good choice of an outfit.
She was wearing a purple cardigan over a pink blouse that screamed "I'm the Queen of the world!" and a white miniskirt. He eyed her legs, which had on a pair of baby blue knee-high and flat-soled boots.
"Um, do you need something from me?" She asked hesitantly, looking up from her food. So she had noticed him staring at her.
I could ask you the same thing when you were staring at me just now.
He grinned a mischievous grin, and leaned forward so that their faces were dangerously close. "Yes, he whispered, "I need your name, class and mobile phone number."
She froze.
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"Yup, it's me. How're you doing?" Hayate grinned, dropping his backpack on the ground.
Hotaru immediately whipped out her Baka Gun and aimed it at his temple. "What do you think?"
"Whoa. Take it easy with the gun, Cool Blue Sky." Hayate raised both his hands in surrender.
A vein popped in her forehead. "Cool Blue Sky?"
"I-I mean Hota-chan!" Hayate corrected his mistake hastily.
"It's Imai-san to you."
And she pulled the trigger.
While Hayate collapsed into a heap at the corner of the detention room, Hotaru pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger in vexation at last night's memory that was quickly flowing back to her head.
The multiple-coloured lights were giving Hotaru a headache. Sumire had forced her into a mini dress and a pair of 3-inch high heeled boots. And that wasn't the worst part. The said girl left her by the bar counter and went off to the dance floor with her boyfriend, and Hotaru spent the 2 hours texting Mikan, annoyance exuding her every pore. 'I can't believe I'm wasting my time here.'
TechSavvy: This bar is bullshit. I've been drinking fruity cocktails for more than 2 hours now.
TangerineLoves: Why don't you get out of there and help me organize these books back in school instead? :D
TechSavvy: No thanks. Fujioka's a slave driver. Anyway, I need to be here to keep a look out for Sumire. Her boyfriend might just leave all of a sudden like her previous one did, and she'd be drunk and probably get groped.
TangerineLoves: Good point. You must stay there and protect her, Hota!
TechSavvy: …Who's 'Hota'? I'm HOTARU.
She flipped her phone shut and stuffed it into her purse, and someone slid down onto the seat beside her.
"Three cans of beer, please." She heard a male voice say to the bartender. "Hey pretty thing." He said, probably referring to Hotaru.
"You talking to me?" Hotaru asked as she raised her head to look at him. She was in a bad mood, and was definitely not feeling kindly towards this guy who might be trying to hit on her.
The boy nodded, a wide smile on his face. "Yup, I'm talking to you—Oh my god." He stared at Hotaru, and yelped, "Cool Blue Sky?"
"Huh?" Hotaru dragged out the word, glaring at him in irritation and confusion. 'What the hell is this boy talking about?'
He immediately knelt down before her, hands clasped together as he looked at her. "Oh, Cool Blue Sky! My name is Hayate Matsudaira! And I've ALWAYS adored you! You're so cool!" He gushed, and reached out to hold her hands, and Hotaru snatched them out of his grip.
"What the hell are you doing?" She hissed, reaching for her Baka Gun in her purse and cursed mentally when she remembered that Sumire had insisted on leaving the gun in her room. 'I'm going to get Sumire back for this later.'
Hayate blinked in confusion, and said, "Are-aren't you Cool Blue Sky? You know, the one in 'Beautiful Soldiers Five Colours'? The leader of 'Five Colours'?"
"What the hell are you babbling about? And I have no idea who's Cool Blue Sky. Leave me alone, freak." Hotaru snapped as she turned around in her seat to focus on her drink.
"You're… not Cool Blue Sky?" Hayate looked crestfallen for a moment, then a beaming smile came onto his face as he jumped to his feet and asked Hotaru, "Then, what's your name? You're really pretty, you know?"
Hotaru downed her glass of fruity cocktail, and said calmly, "I have no obligations to give you my name." As if on cue, a drunken-looking Sumire came from behind Hotaru and draped her arms around the amethyst-eyed girl.
"Hota-chan!" She giggled happily, "Tokyo said he'd call me when he gets home tonight! And you know, I really, really love Takeo!"
Hotaru stared at a red-faced Sumire who was giggling non-stop. "Tokyo is calling you when he gets home tonight? And who the hell is Takeo?"
Hayate snapped his fingers, "Ah, so your name is Hota!"
Hotaru could have killed the both of them in her irritation. "Sorry she's so drunk, Hotaru-san. And I think she merely mispronounced my name." Akio said apologetically as he magically appeared beside Sumire and hauled her away from Hotaru. "I ordered some beer and she insisted on me letting her try some. And you know she often gets carried away…" He trailed off.
Hotaru nodded. "Are you sending her back?" She asked, ignoring Hayate (who was trying to get her attention) totally.
"Yeah. I'm getting a cab. Want me to send you back too?"
"Might as well. I need to go to the washroom first though. I drank too much of those stupid fruity cocktails." Hotaru stood up and grabbed her purse, "You can go outside to hail a cab first. I'll be right with you." Akio nodded, and piggybacked Sumire towards the exit of the bar.
"Hotaru!" Hayate said cheerfully, his face red from the alcohol, "What class are you in at Alice Academy?"
"None of your business." She said coldly, walking in the direction when a hand grabbed her wrist and Hotaru turned back to look at the owner of the hand. "What do you want?"
"You know," He slurred, "You have really nice legs." She glanced over to the bar counter, and sure enough, there were four empty cans of beer. 'Does this guy have low alcohol tolerance or something?'
"What—" She started, and he jerked her arm forward, pulled her close with his other hand and slanted his lips over hers.
It was killing her. The memory of her second kiss being stolen was slowly torturing her to the brink of insanity. How could she have been so careless to leave herself open to attacks? Hotaru watched the detention teacher walk into the room as he reprimanded Hayate for not being seated, and Mr. Jinno sat down and began doing his paperwork, ignoring the both of them. Although Hotaru had a nasty feeling he was looking at her with apprehension; after all, she was one of his best students in her level.
It's not my fault, she tried to beam a mental message to him, Mrs. Reed was just being a total whacko. He ignored her anyway.
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Sumire was only half-listening to Wakako as her good friend started talking about many things and latest news that had been going on in the school. Normally, when it came to gossip, Sumire would keep her ears open and her eyes wide to keep a good eye on them. But she wasn't in the mood today, and she would bet all her cosmetics that it was the cancelled date with Akio that was affecting her so much.
"Hey, Haruhi! Long time no see since we went separate classes!" A guy's voice exclaimed from behind her as a hand slapped across her back. Haruhi? Sumire whipped her head around to see a cute guy with sandy-coloured hair smile at her. But when she faced him, his expression quickly turned from enthusiastic to confused.
"I'm so sorry!" He scratched his head nervously, "I thought you were someone that I knew!"
"Hey, Koko! I'm surprised that you actually came to my party!" Wakako greeted good-naturedly, "Are Kitsuneme and the rest here?"
He turned to talk to Wakako, and Sumire took the opportunity. Whoa. Those amber eyes and that fine hair… Nice. She nearly slapped herself for looking at some other guy who was not Akio. What I am thinking? Stop right there, Sumire Shouda! "Well, are you going to introduce me to this pretty girl over here?" Koko grinned, gesturing to Sumire.
Akio only ever called me cute. The green-haired girl smiled confidently at Koko, "Nice to meet you. I'm Sumire Shouda."
"And I'm Kokoro Yome." He extended his hand out to her, and she hesitated slightly. Come on, it's just a friendly handshake. What are you feeling so nervous about?
She gripped his hand and instantly felt the electricity when their skin came in contact. Fireworks! Oh my god, my heart's thumping all over the place! Her mind screamed, and she yelled at it to shut up. You already have Akio, remember?
"May I ask you for a dance, milady?" Koko bowed to Sumire, and she looked at Wakako for permission to leave her presence. Wakako nodded, and twirled off to find her other friends. Sumire paused slightly before placing her hand in his inviting one.
"I warn you, I'm a pretty good dancer." Sumire teased as he pulled her onto the dance floor. Her mood was considerably lifted after meeting him, and her heart skipped a beat when his eyes twinkled as he looked at her.
"Well, we'll just have to see, don't we?"
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"Are you out of your mind?" Mikan demanded, "Do you seriously think I'm retarded enough to give someone I barely know my class and mobile phone number?"
That was new, and Natsume had to admit her reaction was rather refreshing. Normally he had girls falling all over his feet when he did that and even gave him their dorm room number. Suppressing a grin, he drawled, "Well, how about just telling me your name?"
She cast him a suspicious glance, and sniffed. "Not when you're so rude!"
Natsume shrugged, "Your loss. I'm Natsume Hyuuga, by the way." He winked at her as he got up from his seat and went off in the direction of a pretty red-headed girl.
He wasn't going to chase after a girl who didn't seem to be interested in him like a pathetic, love-sick idiot. Real life wasn't like some drama show where this popular guy went desperately after some chick who interested him because she played hard-to-get. Natsume flashed the gorgeous red-haired girl a blinding smile and she immediately fell for his charm.
"Hey. Did you come here alone?" He asked, offering her a champagne flute, which she accepted readily, leaning against the wall she was standing at while she sipped it.
"Yeah." She blushed, "Did you come alone too?"
A guy of about their age came up to her and panted, "Geez, Kana, you could have at least told me you were going to the buffet table! I spent ten whole minutes running around and looking for you! Didn't you agree to be my date for the party?"
A panicked look came onto Kana's face as she looked at Natsume and back at the guy's face. Natsume restrained a snort. He'd come across this situation more than just a few times. The girl he was chatting up with would have come to the event with a date, but pretended she was alone so that she could increase the chances of hooking up with him. That was also how he'd met Luna.
"What are you talking about? I never agreed to go with you as a date, Nakamura!" She said hastily.
The guy's brows furrowed in confusion, "Huh? But you were the one who asked me to the party!" Natsume folded his arms and decided to watch how the girl was going to pull herself out of the deep shit she was in.
The girl narrowed her eyes, and quickly made a call on her mobile phone. Next thing Natsume knew, three big-sized men came in, seized Nakamura and dragged him out. "My bodyguards," She smiled at Natsume.
He raised an eyebrow. This girl sure did know how to handle such tough situations. "Right. Where were we?" He drawled, draping an arm over her shoulders.
She looked at him in confusion, as if she'd expected him to ask about the guy earlier, but seemed to decide that it was to her advantage anyway, and quickly replied, "I was about to ask for your name. I'm Kana Fujimoto."
"Kana, huh? That's a pretty name." He said, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched her blush prettily. "I'm Natsume Hyuuga."
As they exchanged numbers and arranged for a date, Natsume wondered why girls fell for his trap so easily. It's like they're all morons who can't think for themselves. And his mind immediately went back to the brown-haired girl who was now chatting with another black-haired boy who had a star on his cheek. Maybe not all of them.
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"Tsubasa-kun!" Mikan yelled out to her favourite boy, whose lips curved into an easy smile upon seeing his friend waving to him. She watched him as he made his way over to her table, and felt herself blush. Tsubasa-senpai is so cool! Her inner fan girl squealed, and she agreed with it whole-heartedly.
"Hey Mi-chan!" He exclaimed, "It's been a while since I saw you last week!" He pulled up a seat and sat next to her.
"Yeah! How come you're here, Tsubasa-kun?" Mikan chirped happily as she finished up her last brownie. "I thought you had to help Narumi-sensei out with the decorations in the hall for the Easter Bunny event?"
"I did, but I told him I had to meet someone very important to me, so he let me off early." Tsubasa said mysteriously, and Mikan felt herself flush.
"Some-someone very important to you?" Mikan repeated. I wonder who that could be. Since he's telling this to me, is he indirectly telling me I'm important to him? The very thought sent little sparks of electricity all the way down to her wiggling toes in her flat-soled boots.
"Yup. Want to dance with me?" He held out a hand to her, and Mikan took it eagerly. Oh my god. I SO have to tell Hotaru all about this when she arrives! They started talking without any awkwardness in their conversation as they danced, and Mikan was having the time of her life when a loud ringtone stopped their dancing. They stepped out of the dance floor for Tsubasa to answer it, and his face turned pale after he exchanged a few words with whoever was on the line with him. He turned to Mikan, face all pale. "Sorry Mikan, but I've got to go. My friend from the class committee just told me that the papers he'd handed me earlier needed to be handed in today, and I've past the deadline. I need to go see my teacher about this."
Mikan nodded, "Go ahead. It's more important than this party, anyway. We can always hang out some other time." She gave him a sunny smile that lit up the entire room.
"Thanks. You're really awesome." Before she knew it, Tsubasa had leant forward and kissed her on her left cheek. She reached up to touch her face which she was sure was extremely red by then, and watched him wave as he disappeared behind Wakako's door.
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Ruka was bored out of his mind. Sure, he had a beautiful girlfriend who had a kind personality, but he just didn't feel anything when he was with Karin. A good-looking boy broke away from the dance floor to invite Karin to a dance, and she looked hesitantly at her boyfriend. "Ruu-chan, is it okay?"
He nodded and smiled at her, "Go on. I don't want people calling me a possessive boyfriend, anyway." Karin laughed and took the boy's hand and they went off onto the dance floor. Ruka decided he would ask Karin for a dance when she was finished with that guy. As he wandered along the place, he spotted a brunette on the floor, clutching her leg as if she was injured. Concerned, he quickly strode up to her and squatted down to take a look at her leg. There was a small but deep gash on her left leg, and she looked as if she might cry.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked, and his eyes widened when she looked up. Tears filled her beautiful brown eyes as she nodded her head. Dear god, has an angel landed right before me? She was beautiful, and Ruka couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She laughed nervously, "I just fell a little. Thanks for your concern!" She stood up and almost instantly fell back onto the ground, wailing like an ambulance siren. There was the sound that did not match her angelic looks, Ruka's ears grumbled.
"Really?" The blonde-haired boy raised an eyebrow.
"Well, actually, no." She admitted. "Could you help me over to those tables? I reckon I just need to sit down for a while and call my friend." Ruka obliged to her request, and the two hobbled to the chairs. Just as Ruka was about to turn his back to leave, she called out to him.
"Hey!" He turned back with a questioning glance.
"Um, thanks for helping me. There were dozens of people who saw me fall but didn't even lift a finger to help; you're a kind person!" She thanked him gratefully.
"What's your name?" He blurted out, suddenly finding the need to put a name to her face.
"I'm Mikan Sakura. Nice to meet you!" She yelled cheerfully. The grin on her face could melt even an ice block.
"I'm Ruka Nogi. Nice to meet you too." And his girlfriend appeared from behind him.
"Ruu-chan! I'm back!" Karin hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. Ruka turned around to give Karin a kiss, then looked back at Mikan.
"I'll see you around then, Sakura-san."
She waved enthusiastically and shouted, "Bye Ruka-pyon!"
Both Ruka and Karin were stunned. "Ruka…pyon?" Karin said slowly, and looked at Ruka in confusion. With nowhere else to look at, Ruka turned to Mikan, his blue eyes asking for an explanation.
"Because you seemed like those type of animal lovers, so I called you Ruka-pyon!" Mikan elaborated, grinning from ear to ear.
Karin asked Mikan with a curious expression on her face, "Are you close to Ruu-kun? I'm his girlfriend, Karin Sakayuki!"
Mikan made an overwhelmed face, "I'm Mikan Sakura. Oh my gosh! You're so pretty! Ruka-pyon's lucky to have you as his girlfriend. And you're very lucky to have Ruka-pyon as your boyfriend, too! He's the ultimate gentleman!"
"Thank you, Mikan-chan! Bye!" The couple waved to the cheery brunette and Ruka pulled Karin onto the dance floor. In that instant as he watched Mikan Sakura beaming at them, Ruka wished more than anything that he had met Mikan before Karin.
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Mikan stared down at her vibrating cell phone, and picked up the incoming call. "Hello, Hotaru?"
"Mikan, what's Wakako's room number?" Mikan wondered why Hotaru's voice sounded so disturbed and harried as she replied her best friend.
"It's 204. Are you on your way here already?"
"Yeah. And I've got something to tell you: I met that guy at the pub again in the detention room just now. Can you believe my misfortune?" Hotaru sounded outraged.
To Mikan, however, it was an example of how fated they were. "No way! You guys have so much affinity!" She exclaimed in disbelief.
"What the hell? I'm about to vomit blood because of it and you're telling me we have a lot of affinity?" There was definitely outrage in her tone.
"You've got to tell me all about it when we meet, Hotaru! Anyway, when you enter Wakako's room, can you come over to the tables? You always carry some plasters with you in your bag, right? I've injured my leg and I can't move properly." Mikan answered excitedly.
"I'm at the door now. See you in a few minutes." There was a click, and the call ended.
To be continued…
There's not much of a cliffhanger here, but oh well. I couldn't find a way to end this smoothly without giving away the chunky contents of the next chapter. This update was fast. Anyway, thanks for viewing this chapter up to the very end! I'll see you in the next chapter!
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