A/N: YOU THERE! STTTTOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING! This fanfic was written over two years ago and is very, very, very poorly written. An improved continuation of this story can be read here: h(t)t(p(s(:((/()/)w)ww).(fanfic)ti(on.n(et)/)s(/)10470(120/1)/(L)ove(-)Hate(-)and(-)Other(-)Clich%C3%A9s)-(REMAKE)(Remove parenthesis - alternatively, just click on my username "Aliorio" up there, search through my stories and click on "Love, Hate, and Other Cliches - REMAKE." I assure you, this revised version is indescribably better and is also further in the plot than this one ever got. The only reason I am keeping this version up is for me personally to compare and contrast now and in the future. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Neru's POV

Who does that freak think she is!? She thinks that she can just smack my phone-MY PHONE-out of my hand and get away with it?! That chick is dead! She's so dead! I'll cut off her ears and shave all of her precious hair, then I'll slice her stupid head off and bury her in a pet cemetary! That snotty-stuck up prick And if she broke the lens-ohhhh, she's is dead! She's deader than dead! I'll throw dog piss on her head and toss her into the god damn ocean! That little-

"Neru?" I whipped my head around to see who called my name and felt my seething rage simmer to a faint smile.

"Gumi?" I called and saw the lime green-haired girl walking towards me. Seeing Gumi always puts me in a good mood. She's so nice and is optimistic about everything. Which can get annoying sometimes, too.

"Neru! What are you doing here?"

"Here?" I look around and see that i've somehow wandered into Wing C's music room, which is the wing farthest away from the lunch room. "Oh."

The room is empty except for Gumi and two others, one a young boy with green hair like Gumi's and a girl with little black pigtails in a red dress. They're definitely not students here, they're too young.

"Ryuuto-kun! Yuki-chan! Try playing it again, but quieter, okay?" She asks the two kids politely.

"Okay, Gumi-neesama!" The green-haired one replies. Him and the girl start playing a chidlish tune on a piano together. 'Neesama'? I look to Gumi for an explanation. She's baffled.

"What?"

"Why is he calling you 'Neesama'?"

"Because Ryuuto is my little brother! I'm giving him and Yuki piano lessons. I thought I told you that already."

"You probably did, I just wasn't listening." She doesn't respond, and we just sit there listening to them play a song. It's very familiar.

"Again!" Gumi orders, and they start the song again. It's very, very familiar. Nostalgic, even. When I realize, what it is, I start to sing along.

"Close hands, open hands, clap hands, close hands. Open hands again, clap hands, put those hands up. Close hands, open hands, Clap hands, close hands..." I finish. Gumi and the girl are smiling at me.

"Neru, you know Close Hands, Open Hands(1)?" Gumi asks me.

"Yeah, my Mom used to sing it to me all the time."

"Ryuuto-kun, Yuki-chan, how about you play it one more time?" The kids nod and both begin playing it on the piano. Gumi sings it with me too, this time.

"Close hands, open hands..."

Before I know it, twenty minutes have gone by and we've sung several children's songs'. I can't even remember why I was so angry before because I'm in such a relaxed, content mood. Ryuuto fell asleep on the floor a bit ago and Yuki is nodding off a bit, too. I feel like joining them in their slumber, but it's only until the bell rings that I realize I've been here for the entire lunch period.

"Oh, fuck." Gumi looks at me incredulously and points to Ryuuto and Yuki, who've luckily fallen asleep and didn't hear me. "Sorry. But I have to go now or I'll be late. I'll text you later."

"Please don't."

"I'm still gonna."

The rest of the day goes by fast and everyone's getting their possessions out of their lockers for dismissal. I put in the combination, 32, 34, 44, easy enough for even me to remember, and it opens easily. I pull my book bag off of its' silver hook and don't bother putting my homework in it, since I have no intentions on completing it. Why do my teachers even bother giving this shit to me anyway? I haven't done it the first 56 days of the semester, and there's no way in hell i'm gonna start now.

I have my book bag slung over my left shoulder while I'm walking to the classroom and can't help but feel like people are watching me, which, like I said, makes me really uncomfortable. The minute I open the door my suspicions are confirmed. Literally everyone is looking at me. Everyone. The room falls silent, but you can still hear people whispering and gossiping. Every eye is on me as I walk to the seat and sit down. Why are they all staring at me? It's embarrassing.

'Look away, Look away,' I say over and over again in my head, but they still don't. Even as I bury my head in my arms, I can still feel their piercing stares.

'Look away, Look away,'

"Neruuuuuuuu-chaaaaaaan!" I hear the screeching sound that is Rin who runs to my desk. I pull my head up and see my classmates turnig their heads away, returning to their own conversations, which makes me want to hug the little blonde for her interrupting the silence, but refrain because that would be even more embarrasing and stupid. I completely forgot that they were in my homeroom.

"What do you want?" I say more hostile than I mean to, but Rin doesn't seem to notice. Len walks in behind her.

"The fight! The fight! Are you really gonna do it?" She asks hurriedly. I blink, confused.

"Fight? What fight?" Rin stares at me in disbelief.

"Don't tell me you forgot!"

"I forgot."

"During lunch! You said that you were gonna fight Miku afterschool! Remember!"

"Fight with Miku after scho-ohhhhhhh..."

"Yeah."

"I said that?"

"Yes! It's what everyone's talking about!"

"Oh." I can't believe I was so stupid! Why on earth did I say that?! I'm fucking insane! Why didn't I know that it would draw in so much attention?!

"You're not gonna do it though, right?" Len speaks up. This is the first time he's actually spoken a complete sentence to me. ...Am I going to do it? I know I can beat Miku, but that's just asking for trouble. But if I don't then I'm going to be the laughing stock of the school for chickening out.

"Did I mention that Miku said she's going to kick your ass?" Rin mentions.

I snapped. Miku Hatsune, you are dead.

(1) The song is called Musunde Hiraite, or Close Hands, Open Hands. If you really want to hear it, there are these three girls singing it here: /watch?v=LbPPljdKHRI

AN: Waaa, cliffhanger, I'm sorry! At least it's an update though, right? I may or may not be able to update next week, because of the holidays. We'll just have to wait and see.