Chapter 1
Luka's POV
America. Its so different here, so limited. At home, you can be who you are and no one says anything against it. But here, everyone feels like they have to voice their opinions as loud as they can. I feel like a freak, like a neon sign is over my head. My pink hair, my ~erm~ feminine figure, and, of course, the "rumors" of me being bisexual, they're all just factors that make me stranger to them.
I'll admit it, I'm scared. I don't want to perform for them. I feel like I'm an exhibit at the freak show. Honestly, if it hadn't been for Miku and Rin's encouragement – if you can call it that – I would have stayed home. I'll have to push myself to do this, but will it be worth it?
Lexi's POV
"The reason you despise others without even seeing them." I continue scribbling this on my notebook's cover and muttering the words under my breath, receiving odd looks from my classmates. They fail to realize this quote is directed towards them, even though I know that they're behind the constant bullying; the texts, emails, facebook messages that taunt me endlessly, that turn me into who I am.
"Is that from one of your robot freak songs?" Jonathan, one of the most persistent antagonists asks. I know instantly he's talking about Vocaloid. Turning away from him, I pop my earbuds in and blast World's End Dancehall at top volume, drowning out the hatred that surrounds me.
Lexi's POV
Another day is over, finally. They're gone physically, but the bullies keep on with the taunting and terrorizing even when I'm not near. Will it ever end?
I'm on my usual routine: walking home, head down, music turned up; when I think I see a flash of pink in the corner of my eye. I shake my head and move on. Then, all of a sudden, I ran into her. Literally, ran into her. Looking up, I saw it, the long, tuna pink hair, the signature black top, and a pair of light grey jeans that told me instantly: I had just met Luka Megurine.
Luka's POV
She's beautiful. I never knew anyone could be this perfect. Her black hair had fallen in her face when we collided, so I gently tucked it behind her ear. A blush crept up her cheeks as she stammered, "A-are you Luka Megurine?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I wasn't expecting many fans though."
She was beet red now. Eyes low to inspect her grubby Converse, she said, "My name's Lexi Hill. I guess I seem pretty American, huh?" She smirked and mumbled, "I love your Music... It helps me..."
For the first time, I actually looked at her. She wore an over-sized grey hoodie, a tight purple top, and a pair of hip-hugging black jeans. She's perfect. And maybe, I can make her fall in love.