A/N: Because my OTP needs another fanfic. Enjoy guys, and don't be afraid to tell me how this story could be better! :D (Btw looks best in 3/4 view.)

Things weren't always this way. I'm not normally collapsed in a pitiful heap against a bathroom wall, dizzy, with my heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. No, that's

not me at all. Oh, but where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Akita Neru. I am the president of the student council and a student in classroom

2 – B. I'm known for being calm, collected, serious, bitchy, a smart-ass and a teacher's pet. But those are all traits I can live with. In fact, I think it's safe to say I'm a

pretty tolerable person. I put up with the immaturity of the first years on council, I loan the freak who sits next to me a pencil every single day (don't ask me where they

disappear to), and I'm responsible for taking care of the apartment that my parents rarely come home to anymore. But if it's one thing I cannot stand, it's him.

However, to avoid further confusion, let's just start at the beginning of my story.

~ x o x o x o x o ~

"Good morning, students!" Sensei Kobayashi waltzed into the classroom with his usual crooked gait.
"Ohayou, Sensei Kobayashi!" We responded politely.
A goofy grin spread across his face and he laced his fingers into a giant fist. I immediately sensed something was up due to the face that he didn't sit down right away.

"Ladies and gentlemen, i'd like to have your complete and undivided for a moment, please" He paused dramatically for a moment before continuing, "We have a new student joining us today. Please give a warm welcome to Kagamine Len."

A new student arriving in the middle of the year? Ouch.

A ripple of excited whispers echoed throughout the room, and my best friend Haku turned around in her seat two rows ahead to give me an excited smile; her silver mane mercilessly whipping the boy to her left in the process. I tried to meet her gaze with equal enthusiasm, but failed miserably. Honestly, I wasn't concerned with this Len person. As long as he didn't screw up the lessons, I could care less.

Our attention was suddenly turned to the front of the room where a blonde boy with messy hair and slightly baggy clothes stood with his hands shoved in his pockets.

In three seconds flat, it seemed that every girl in the classroom was infatuated with the new kid.

"Oh my god, Teto-chan! Look at his hair! Oh, and his clothes! Oh my god that is so hot!"

I could hear Miku-san and Teto-san whispering elatedly behind me. Since when were unkempt hair and saggy garments considered attractive? Personally, I found his

appearance rather hobo-ish.

"Welcome to classroom 2 – B, Kagamine-san." Sensei Kobayashi beamed with over-eager enthusiasm.

"Thank you." New kid was the opposite of sensei when it came to the whole excitement thing.

They stood together awkwardly for a moment before Kobayashi spoke up again. "Where did you transfer from, Kagamine-san?"
"Hokkaido" he answered plainly.
"Well, er..I hope your experience here with us in Tokyo is enjoyable." Sensei seemed a little unnerved.

"You may take a seat next to Akita-san, and then we'll begin."

Oh, of COURSE. The only empty seat in the classroom, didn't see this one coming.

Teto and Miku were more than obliged to stare at the back of his head all day long, though.
I could tell they were both honored by his handsome presence.

Ew.

I unhappily grabbed my book bag from what used to be its holding spot and sat it next to my feet.
Len slowly trudged down the aisle and sat down in "his" seat with a thump. I noticed he was wearing Converse sneakers, which contrasted sharply with my shiny leather dress shoes. I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose.

I allowed my gaze to wander up his body, past his khaki pants and white shirt until our eyes met. He had nice eyes. They were aquamarine, like the ocean my parents used to take me to every summer.
I stared at him for a moment until he gave me a flirty look. Oh hell no, did he honestly think I was checking him out? As if.

I responded icily with my signature "Bitch, I don't care" face and turned my head to the front of the room, only to find someone poking at my left shoulder two seconds later.

"Psssst, Neru-sempai. Neru-sempaiiiiiiii."

I sighed and slowly swiveled my body towards my violet-haired pest.

"What do you need, Kamui-san?"

As if I didn't already know.

"I just wanted to tell you that you look nice today"

Here it comes..

"And can I borrow a pencil?"

I let out another exasperated sigh and grabbed my expensive, leather book bag off of the floor.

After 15 seconds of furiously fishing through its contents, I heard someone say "Here, Kamui-san. Have one of mine. I prefer pens anyway."

What? Hey, you may be new, but that's my pest. My territory. You can't go around..giving people pencils!
Okay, so maybe you can.

Gakupo looked at Len with unwavering admiration.
"Wow, thanks Kagamine-san! That's really cool of you!"

'That's really cool of you' I mocked inside my head.

I never got praise like that. It was always a simple "Thanks."

I rolled my eyes tried to focus on sensei's lecture about plant structures; occasionally glancing at new kid from the corner of my eyes.
I knew we'd be the worst of enemies in no time.

~ x o x o x o x o ~

"SPHEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The gym teacher blew the whistle, and we were off. One warm up lap around the track. Most of the boys took flight, while the girls stayed behind

and casually jogged. I trotted alongside Haku, who insisted her boobs got in the way of her running.

She's kind of strange at times, but she's the closest friend I've ever had. We've been neighbors and best friends forever.

She's one of those people who keeps your secrets, listens to your problems and gives great advice.

That kind of friend everyone wants. Everyone at school knows and loves Haku. She's amazing like that.

But I digress.

By the time we had completed our one lap, Haku was panting for breath and Len was leaning against the chain link fence, talking to Kaito and staring at..me?

No. I convinced myself he was staring at Haku's tits. Guys did that a lot. And granted, they were huge. Unlike my practically flat chest.

I stepped in front of my exhausted friend, protecting her dignity that I'm pretty sure didn't need saving. Oh well.

"Alright kids, let's head over to the courts and get our volleyball on!" Suzuki Sensei blew her whistle and started to walk towards the gym.
Oh, good. I was good at that.

Or at least I thought I was.

30 minutes later, we had picked teams and had begun to play.

Team Akita versus Team Shion.

The score was 12-14; we were down by two.

And I-I mean, we were not about to lose. The fact that Kagamine was on the opposite team made things 100x worse.

I gave the signal to Haku who would, if things went to plan, set me up for a spike, which would put us ahead of the other team if successful.

Shit's on like Donkey Kong.

With a grunt, Kaito sent the ball flying over the net to Gumi, who bumped it to Teto, who bumped it to Haku, who pushed the ball vertically towards the ceiling.
Booyah.

Like a hungry lioness, I leapt into the air and went in for the kill.
This was it. As far as I was concerned, we had won.
Game over.

As I drove my fist into the synthetic alabaster flesh of the volleyball, I couldn't help but feel extremely pleased with myself. With my team.
We had done a great job kicking his-I mean, their asses.
"GYAA!"
And just like that, time stopped. Or it felt like it did. I was suspended in mid-air, my fist still in falcon-punch formation.

My spike had been perfect. Dead on. True.

What happened after that is still kind of a blur. Before I knew it, my feet were planted firmly on the court floor, and on the other side of the net, a crowd of people swarmed around someone or something I couldn't see. I stood there, dazed and confused, staring blankly at curious crimson splotches that dotted the rubber ground like little red flowers.

Oh god it was blood.

I jumped as a hand came down firmly on my shoulder, and I whipped around to see a distressed Haku nervously stroking her large gray ponytail.
"Neru, you hit Len-kun!"
Aw geeze.

"I-I did?"
"Yeah, go see if he's alright. You hit him smack in the face."
I bit my lip anxiously and ran over to the crowd of swarming people.

Oh god, I was probably in so much trouble.
"Back up, back up, let me through!"
I pushed through the mob of concerned peers to find a kneeling Len covered in blood. His nose was bleeding freely onto his gym clothes, and Suzuki was handing him a large wad of toilet paper.

I instantly felt awful.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry!"
I awkwardly walked up to him and tried to look as concerned as possible.
I didn't want everyone thinking I was a jerk.

Too late.

I could hear people in the background whispering things like
"She takes gym way too seriously" and "It's not the freaking Olympics."
My face went red with embarrassment, and I tried to think of something to say.
"D-Do you want me to take you to the nurse?"

Like I really wanted to.

Len opened his mouth to say something, but sensei cut in.

"That's probably a good idea, Akita-san. Try to tone it down a little bit next time."

I tried to hide the hot tears of shame that collected in the corners of my eyes.
"Y-Yes sensei. Sorry."
I extended my hand to the bloody mess in front of me, who accepted it graciously.

The nurse's office was a skip and a jump down the hall, but I could tell this was going to be one of the longest walks of my life.
FML.