Now that the story has begun, let's begin to learn more about each individual character. First, their reputations, and then, you can guess how they really are by reading on. Second chapter, My name is:

Rin Kagamine

Oh, Kagamine? You mean that short, mean girl?

I heard she once beat up a group of thugs! With just a right hand! And not even a scratch left on her!

There was this one time in fifth grade where she cussed out a teacher, I think.

She always sits in the back of the classroom and listens to music through her hidden earphones.

She's so scary!

Her bangs almost always cover her face. One time, I asked her for help, and when she looked up, I literally shit my pants.

Scary eyes, baggy clothes, foul mouth-what a pathetic excuse for a girl.

Rin's POV
English, 7th Period
Monday

I sighed and pressed my forehead against the eraser end of the pencil, trying to think of a good topic to talk about.

Three days had passed. Fucking three.

What the hell had I said in those three goddamn days? Not. One. Single. Fucking. Thing. There was just that moment when Len was writing his notes down so quickly that his pencil slipped and hit my face. Pencil left a small cut on my cheek-how hard was that guy fucking writing? Then Len, being the socially awkward gentleman he is, apologized. 34 fucking times.

Heh, but at least that blush he had was kinda cute. But his voice was high. Not sure if I like that.

Anyfuckingways, I really needed to say something and quit being such a pussy. And what the fuck was with all this cussing in my head? I never cussed this badly, and yet, sitting next to Len, his face a meter away from mine, my hands shook as badly as my vocabulary.

You see, if I was the cutesy type, I'd just fucking prance into this classroom, smile all big and all that shit, and ask him how his day was. Even that stupid head tilt, like those other girls do it.

I sighed and looked at the blonde boy in front of me. Being cute sounds annoying as hell.

Little less than 20 minutes later, the bell finally rang. Grabbed brown satchel, gathered sheets and binder, and headed out of the room, avoiding eye contact. Strange though, since my bag hit something hard as I swung it onto my back. And all these idiots began shrieking with their high ass voices. Whatever.

Aito finally came up to my side, grabbing hold onto one of my straps. "Yo, you kinda just knocked out Luka over there."

"What?"
"Pink-haired chick."
"I know who the bitch is, I'm asking what I-"
"Don't call her a bitch."

Rolling my eyes, I continued down the sidewalk. "Alright, so this nigga. Wait, why the hell do you care what I call the bit-"

Aito sent another glare at me.

"This girl. Why do you care what I call her?"
"She's just kinda cool, okay? No need to calling her that."
"Pfft, softie."
"Shush."

For the rest of the walk, I stayed silent as Aito slipped on his earphones and looked up at the sky.

"You're gonna walk into a car if you keep that up."
"Don't care, the sky's pretty today."
"It's fucking grey."
"Still."
"Psh, stop with this deep shit, Aristotle."

Aito let out a soft stream of air and pursed his lips before speaking again. "It's the cloudy days where things happen. You know, like in scary stories. Thunder, lightning, dark skies-shit's about to get real."

"So what you're saying is that bad things are going to happen today?" What an idiot. "How is that 'pretty'?"

"Bad things can be pretty too, Rinny."
"Ugh, I told you to stop calling me that."
Aito turned to face me with a cheeky grin. "Why, Rinny~?"

A punch in the gut shut him up plenty. "Keep saying that name, my foot dares you."

Even as that idiot sat there on the ground, he laughed. "D-Damn, you still have the same strength as ever, R-Rinny."

"Shut up with that name and your philosophy shit. There is no way something bad can be pretty. Bad things are bad for a reason-stop trying to romanticize it."

Just at that moment, we came to the spot where we normally break off. Sliding my hand out of my pocket, I gave a quick "bye" and headed my way to the main part of town.

How was it that I saw Len that one day, and yet I hadn't seen him at all after that? At this same spot, the same street I was about to cross, was where those feelings came to pass. But it's like they turned into bubbles or some shit, because now the only thing I feel when I see blondie is a headache and an unsettled stomach. Maybe like gas bubbles, staying inside me and giving me indigestion. Or maybe that's from microwaving leftovers too much.

Diarrhea or not, that still did not change my predicament.

I was still this weird ass girl, not afraid to break someone's neck, but afraid to speak a word to blondie. And what the fuck? He's a nerd. I wasn't supposed to like him, I was supposed to go after some hot gang leader who has a sexy smirk and ripped muscles under tight shirts. Ya know, hair as slick as his moves. The kind that everyone fears yet girls drop panties for. My own kind.

Instead I got this weak over a geek. Damnit, how could I be strong and yet so fucking weak?

I looked up to the grey sky with a sigh and blew my bangs out of my face. Say, how should you try to change a heart? Like, use force, change myself, or change him? Really wished I could just smash some missiles into my heart and rebuild from there. But even if I brought out my ultimate weapon machine, I couldn't change anything.

Fuck all this thinking, it got me tired.

Vapid and pissed, I walked onto the street.

"Fuck, there was homework?"

English, 7th Period
Tuesday

"Watch your language, Kagamine."
"Yeah, yeah."

Throwing my binder open, I looked at the assignment that I should have done yesterday. Look, I didn't care about other classes, but I really did look into getting my shit together for English class. I may be stupid as fuck with everything else, but I've got a creative mind, okay? A little own world of my own, if you wanted something "cheesy".

Anyways, had to get this worksheet done. Didn't really understand how we're supposed to learn how to write with all these examples. Start with a thesis, a "hook", describe everything, state your examples in this way, do this, do that-look, paper, no one fucking told me what to do, especially not you. There's no "set" way to write, you just do it. If it's forced, might as well let computers and gadgets from the future write our thoughts and feelings. Oh wait, they can't fucking do that. Only we can write down our innermost desires, confessions, the demons inside us.

"K-K-Kagamine..."

All those dark feelings, all that bliss, only we could put it down and express it in such a way that others can read and absorb the emotions through the pores of the words.

"K-Kagamine-s-s-"

"What the fuck do you want?"

As I snapped back to realize what I just said, the ideas from before started to slide down. Just like the color from Len's face.
Oh crap, yeah, I just cussed at him.

"Sorry, um, I mean," I began, looking up from the finished worksheet. The poor boy couldn't speak, he just kept shaking and looking away, like he just shit in his pants from my very voice. This is what people normally did when I talked in such a way. And yet, for the first time, I actually felt humiliation.

"Sorry, didn't mean to snap at you, I was just, um, you know, in my own world or whatever."

Len shook his head and swallowed hard.

"Anyways, uuum, what did you want to say?"
"O-Oh, we, um, have and- I mean, um, we have an assignment to do."
"What is it?"

With a small hand, he pointed at the written assignment on the white board. "T-That."

"With help from your seating partner, you two must come up with a short play, three acts, to do for the class. Each play must last from a minimum of five minutes to ten. Blah, blah, is this a freaking theatre class? Blah, use the notes from the drama section for help. Due next Thursday."

Len looked over at me as I finished reading and then backed down to his desk.

"Ah."
"Y-Yeah..."
"Well, got any ideas?"

An assignment with blondie. Acting in front of the class. An assignment with blondie. Acting in front of the class. An assignment with blondie. Acting in front of the class. An assignment with blond-

"U-Um, well, I mean, what kind of play do you w-want to do?" he asked, his eyes flicking back and forth as his pencil pressed against a stray piece of notebook paper.

"Kinda want to do a romantic story."

"R-Romantic?" Len's voice broke and he began to cough to cover it. Crap, why did I suggest that?

Well, if we did do a romantic play, that means blondie would have to act romantic with me, which I wouldn't really mind, ya know, but I'm sure he'd be awkward as hell about it.

"Just kidding, that was a joke," I covered, cracking a crooked smile.

"O-Oh..."
"Yeah, I'm not good with jokes..."
"Heh, n-neither am I, don't worry."
"Well, what kind of jokes do you like?"

Len raised his hand up to his chin and looked away. But for once, not from nervousness. "Um, well, it's kinda odd, I guess."

"Pffft, try me," I said, smiling as he eased up and gave a small smile before wiping his wet forehead.

"Well, do you know dark jokes? I kinda like those, and satire. L-Like, sarcastic. And sometimes some corny jokes too, I-I suppose."

I sat up in my chair. "Dark jokes? I love those."

"R-Really?" His smile spread.
"Yeah, and what was this about 'corny jokes'?" I teased.
"Oh, yeah." To a sheepish/embarrassed smile it changed.
"Ha, like lame jokes that people don't normally like?" To a small smirk my smile changed.
"S-Shush, they're not that bad."
"Heh, cute."

Len turned bright pink.
I turned away and tried to hide my smile and blush.
Then, he giggled.
Not this odd high-pitched giggle or anything, but a real cute and relaxed laugh.
And I just kinda, I-I just wanted to... melt.

Oh god, I think I'm falling.

Afterschool, Walking to Len's House
Thursday

Seeing that we only had a week left to do the project, Len and I decided to meet up afterschool. Besides, we had last period together, so we could just walk to his house. My parents wouldn't really care, and Len seemed as if his parents wouldn't either.

He was still kinda awkward around me, but at least the stuttering went down a bit. I can get him to laugh a little too, so I guess that's cool.

Aito shot me a smirk as I walked on ahead, beside Len. I wanted to punch his face in for that, but I guess it was some improvement. Still shouldn't have shot me such an annoying smile though. It's just a fucking school project.

"M-My house is kinda far, s-sorry," Len said as I dragged my feet across the sidewalk.

"No prob," I responded, stuffing my hands back into my pockets. "Where do you live?"

Len coughed as he began with a squeak. "3-uh-300 Wilmur Ave."

I studied him from my peripheral view, noticing the stiff shoulders and the sweat on his brows. Which kinda needed a plucking. Oh well, so did mine. His free hand reached behind his back and scratched his neck. The other one held on tightly to his blue binder and black book.

"Hey, what's that shit?" I asked, pointing at the book with a lame cover.

Len squeaked once more from the random question. "A-Ah, this?"

"Duh."
"O-Oh, well..."

With a cough and a wipe of his hands, he took the book out from his cradle and into my view.

"'Something W-Wicked this Way Comes', by Ray Bradbury."
"Hey, I like that dude."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah, he has this totally original way of writing. Ya know, like, not only can you imagine everything happening in there, but you can feel that shit too."
"That's t-the same reason I like him."
"He's a pretty cool guy."

I took the book from his hold and studied the back. "How far are you into this?"

"Halfway," Len said, looking at the street ahead of us. The hold on his bag loosened. I guess we were close.

"W-We're here."

Walking up the steps of the porch and opening the door, I began to feel a little funny. Like some shit was off. Len held the door open for me and shyly gestured me to enter.

"Oh, Miki, you're a little late."

Miki?

An older and female version of Len popped out into the hallway, patting down her messy hair. Her eyes widened at my appearance as Len stepped in and shut the door behind himself.

"Oh, sorry, you're not Miki."

Len coughed and raised his hand, placing it behind my back until I met his eyes. He jumped slightly and let his hand hover then completely dropped it, turning pink. Heh, was the guy about to put his arm around me?

"T-This is Rin, w-w-we're going to be doing a project for class."

"Hi," I said, brushing my bangs out of my face and giving a small yet awkward smile. Len's mother just gave us a cheeky smile with a little twinkle in her eyes. Odd.

"Nice to meet you Rin," she began and looked up at the stairs to our left. "Well, I'm making just making supper, so make yourselves comfortable-I won't bother you~"

I began up the stairs and noticed Len's mother tug Len's shirt as he followed.

"What a cute girl~"
"S-S-Shush, s-sh-she's j-just..."

I glanced back and the two met my eyes, Len red as ever and his mother giggling.

She patted her hair once more and walked off. "Have fun with your project, Lenny~!"

"S-Sorry about that," Len muttered, walking up the steps and gesturing towards the door to the left. Why was there noise coming from inside?

"It's cool."

Just as Len placed his hand on the doorknob, he froze up. "Oh fuck, I forgot."

Heh, first time I had ever heard him cuss. I leaned in and grabbed the doorknob myself, sliding his hand off. "What's wrong?"

Just then, the door busted open from the other side, knocking Len down to the floor. Harmon-e, the annoying guy I have in P.E., peeked his head out to see what the door came in contact with. Two seconds at Len and then his eyes immediately went to me.

"Rin Kagamine?"

Harmon-e opened the door more and yelled at the others inside.

Piko.
Kaito.
Yuuma.
All playing games and lying around Len's room.

"Len brought a girl~!"

Instantly, all their eyes were on me. God, I never felt more uncomfortable in my life, like I was caught naked and just standing at the doorway. Len sat up from the floor just as Miki walked in, taking a look at me.

"Hey, what's up, Rin?" she asked casually, brushing aside me and taking a spot beside Piko. She was acting so normal about this, and yet all the guys were sitting still and staring at me. Well, Kaito was shaking violently. Oh yeah, that's the boy who I was pushed against and made his ice-cream drop. Ha, I remember that day-he got all mad before I turned at him with a glare, and he shut his mouth quickly.

Len finally stood up and stood next to me. "U-Um, I kinda f-forgot about these guys..."

"How the fuck do you forget about five people meeting up at your house?"

An arm firmly landed on my back, then pulled me in. A whiff of cologne, really good cologne, entered my nose as Harmon-e looked down at me.

"I guess the fun begins now, huh?"

I'm entirely stuffed with food now, and kinda feel like passing out. Odd, being full and listening to Eminem. Oh, and expect Rin to cuss a lot more throughout the story. It feels funny to make her say all this, but I suppose over time it'll become more natural.
Now something exciting is going to happen-Rin meeting Len's group of geek friends. Will Rin be able to make a good impression and not scare his friends? And more importantly, will they get to focus on their project?

Well, looks like that's all for now. Bye bye~!