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My story is quite different from the original plot. There are no maid cafes. *sweat drop* And Suzuna, gomen! For replacing you. I just need an older sister for Misaki.
Who Would've Thought...
Chapter 1 – Doomed.
"Are you still listening?" Misaki asked Sakura, her best friend. They're in the school's canteen. Sakura ignored her. Her eyes are fixed on something. Misaki looked what she's starring at. Wrong. It's not something, it's someone.
"Don't tell me you're falling in love with that guy?" Misaki looked at her with disgust.
"Okay, I won't tell you." Sakura said in a dreamy voice.
"Sakura!" Misaki yelled.
"What? I mean who wouldn't?"
"Me! And you! You see you're just possessed!"
"Be honest with me Misa, even just a bit, don't you find him attractive?" Her bestfriend asked.
Ofcourse, Usui is an every girl's dream, rich and popular. But not her. She never liked him. Infact, she hate him. But she couldn't deny the fact that he's indeed handsome. So what? The guy's a 'player'. The specie she hated the most. Even just a thought of him is pissing her off.
"Whatever." A safe answer.
Sakura continued talking. Misaki clenched her fist as she remembered a nightmare that happened three days ago.
Class's over. Misaki's already walking home when she put her hand on her pocket. Empty. She ran back to school. She forgot her phone. A few minutes later, she reached the school. She slid the door of the classroom. Usui is leaning on the wall and a girl is kissing him. The girl is not from their school base on her uniform. Both of them looked at her. The thing is, she even looked more embarrassed than those two. Misaki's planning to step back and run away but then the guy talked.
"Babe" Usui grabbed her hand. She doesn't know how did the guy reached her but what is he saying, babe?
He faced her and mouthed 'cooperate'.
"I can explain. She kissed me. I told her I already have a girlfriend." Usui explained to Misaki.
"That girl?" The girl who kissed Usui looked at Misaki with disgust. She started insulting her. That she's too plain and.. well, flat chested. The teeth gritting thing is, Usui didn't respond. Didn't even bother defending her. Which means he agrees. The girl screamed and stopped talking when Misaki punched Usui's face. It seems that Usui didn't expect it so he flew on the chairs. Misaki gets her phone and leaves.
"That idiot!" She said as she shakes her hurting hand.
"No way! He smiled at you! Look!" Sakura screamed. Misaki rolled her eyes and looked at her wristwatch.
"Shoot! Gotta go!" She's working at their school's library. They're not that rich so she needs to do some part-time jobs for her to study. Plus, she doesn't no longer want to bother her sister.
"What?"
"Bye." She grabbed her sling bag and dashed to the door.
"Hey mister! What do you think you're doing?" Misaki asked the guy that was about to lift one of their furniture in their house. She just got back from school when she saw men invading their house. The guy ignored her and continued what his doing. Misaki chased him when he went outside.
"Hey! Im as—"
"This is no longer your house young lady, if you want to do something helpful, get your other things out there and stop wasting my time." The guy snapped.
Still shocked, she manages to get her ringing phone and answered whoever the caller is.
"You what!" Misaki yelled. It was Ericka, her sister.
She do love surprises but not the kind that makes her eyebrows to become one and her jaw to drop.
"Im sorry. Don't worry Misa, I—"
"That's not the point!" Misaki is furious now. She just can't understand her sister. How can her sister sell their house to go to France and chase her 'one true love'. How can she be so reckless!
"I love him, and…and I just can't live without him." Her sister sobs. Ericka is 20 years old and Misaki's 16. But on how the situation goes, it's the opposite. Misaki acts more mature than her sister.
Misaki sighed. "I guess it can't be helped. " Although Ericka's childish and all Misaki still loves her and she can't stand seeing or even hearing her cry. Plus, her sister is her only remaining family. She bet her sister's face enlightened when she said that, so as her voice.
"You understand now? Thank you! I love you dear sister."
"Okay. Okay. So where am I going to live now?"
"Ah, about that. You know my best friend Honoka right? I asked her if you can temporarily live with her until I come back and she said yes. She also said that she always dreamed of having a little sister.
"Then, it's settled."
"I'll text you the address."
"Take care, sis."
" You too. Bye!"
Misaki sighed. Those guys are almost done transporting her things. She gets back to the house and packs her things.
Usui stamps his feet as he reaches for the door knob. Her sister really pisses him off. She has the key anyway so he ignored the door bell. Unless its somebody else. He opened the door. A familiar girl with luggage is in front of him.
Misaki kept on pressing the door bell. She looks at her phone to check if the address is right, and yeah she's in the right house. After a minute or two the door opened. Her eyes widened. She blinks her eyes to check if she's just hallucinating. Crap! She's not.
Usui opened his mouth but no words came out. He remembers her.
"Im Misaki Ayuzawa, Im looking for Ms. Honoka." Misaki said formally.
"She's not here. Why are you looking for my sister?"
Sister? Great Im doomed. Misaki thought.
"Didn't she tell you that I'll be living here for a couple of months?" Misaki needs a thick face now. As if she has a choice. Well, she does, sleep on the streets or live with the guy she despises the most.
His expression told her the answer. Clearly, Usui doesn't have any idea about it.
Usui's phone rang. It's her sister. He excuses himself.
"Will you tell me what's going on?" Usui said.
"I don't have so much time to tell you brother, I have a business meeting in London, and I'll be away for a week or two. I'll go send someone to get some of my clothes there. Its really urgent. Please take care of Misaki."
Beep beep beep…
That's it and her sister hung up.
Yessh! Done with chapter 1. So what do you think? Mind writing a review? Critiques are accepted.