A/N: I'm back again! Finally, I got some new inspiration for this story by listening to my ever loved Ipod! I loves you my dear Ipod! Anyway, this chappy may be as long as the other one, I don't know, the other chapter was three thousand one hundred seventy-nine words. So, who knows? Anyway, please enjoy this second installment of The Theory of Temptation.

P.S: I'm modeling Rin's household and the way her family acts from my family, so if they seem weird, well...blame it on me!

Her first kiss was impetuous; her shoulders having been bruised as fingers gripped her harder as the forced snog continued on. Cerulean eyes began to water up, those tears beginning to fall and make themselves known as they tangled into the kiss. Len's hands moved upwards from her shoulders to her head, now trying to forcefully push her cranium with his so that her lips would actually start to move. Taking advantage to the fact that she could now move her arms, Rin quickly, with as much force as she could conjure up, pushed Len off of her. The male blonde scrambled backwards, eyes widened with surprise as Rin glared at him; her eyes drenched with tears as she held the back of her hand to her mouth as if trying to remove the feel of the lips from hers.

"I-I...y-you...um, I-I have to go! Don't ever t-touch me a-a-again!" And with that, Rin grabbed her messenger bag, and slung her guitar case over her shoulder, hastily running out of the music room, cleaning duty be damned. Len waited until the slam of the double doors was heard, before he sat down at the piano, mindlessly clinking away at some of the keys. He thought of that blushing face, those wide blue eyes, and the way that she had almost returned his kiss.

His fists clenched, and he ground his teeth together.

Kagamine Rin, sighed. She sighed loudly enough, for a certain blue eyed woman to hear as she made dinner. The younger blonde laid her head down upon the kitchen table, loving the smell of pasta run through the air, filling her nostrils with its spicy scent. After sighing once again, the one cooking looked around, giving her daughter a look of exasperation.

"Rinny. Please stop your incessant sighs, and tell me what's wrong." The younger of the two immediately did the opposite, now looking up to catch her mother's stare and sigh louder than before, her voice reaching a new decibel level as she slammed her forehead against the kitchen table. With a voice dripping with concern, the mother of Rin yelled out, running over to her daughter.

"Have you gone barmey! What's wrong with you, banging your head against the table like that!" The girl in question looked up, a pout upon her face as she stared back at her mother. Sighing, the older blonde took off her apron, folding the cherry pattern clothing, placing it next to the stove. She leaned against the counter top, signaling for her daughter to talk.

"I don't want to talk about it." Rin said, her voice muffled from leaving her head face down upon the table. Dark emerald eyes gave Rin a look of disbelief.

"I see, and is that why you were sighing? Rin, deary, I know you...when you wanna talk, you sigh, alot."

"Do not!" The younger female completely denied the statement quickly, blushing as she noticed this herself. Once again, groans of annoyance left her mouth and her head fell upon the table, creating a soft thud with the impact. Giggling, Anemone made her way to her daughter, rubbing the child's back soothingly as she hummed a tune.

"Rin, deary, if you keep hitting your head against this table like daft imbecile I may need to call your father, now tell me what's wrong?" Sighing, which didn't go unnoticed by Anemone, Rin lifted her head, shaking her head back and forth.

"Nah, mum, I'm just tired that's all. So, what's for dinner?"

And that's how Kagamine Rin avoided telling her mother of her first kiss.

"Rinny! Rinny! Staring contest, GO!" The blonde sighed, her blue eyes casting off to her desk as she placed her head down. The green haired keyboardist gave Rin a look of concern, tilting her head to the side. She poked the female in the back, trying to get a reaction from the seemingly motionless teenager. Groaning at the contact, Rin's head moved from their encasing of her folded arms. She didn't want to talk at the moment, to no one; not even her best friends. Still stressing over yesterday, the female shook her head, not wanting to remember what happened.

"Rinny? R-Rin?" Once again, she shook her head, as though she was back at home. Gumi silently motioned for the other three to come over. Mikuo came first, soon followed after by Miki and Akaito who had recently been bickering. The three spectated the shortest of their band, circling around her desk.

"What's wrong with her?" Gumi questioned.

"She's probably dying...or worse, she doesn't have oranges for lunch." Akaito stated, his brows furrowing as he leaned downwards to look closer.

"D-Dying! Rinny! Don't Die! We can buy oranges after school, promise!"

"G-Gumi, she's not going to die because she doesn't have oranges, you're aware right?" The green haired worrywart clapped her hands in relief, sighing happily as she wiped invisible sweat from her forehead. Mikuo imply stared at the three of his friends, silently going back to his novel. Rin's teeth clenched as she tightened her fists, annoyances all around her.

"You guys...I'm fine," Rin began, lifting herself up from her desk as she smoothed out creases of her uniform skirt, giving her best smile to her friends "I can most definitely prom-ise..." her cheery voice, however, lowered down to a whisper as she stopped her flamboyant gestures of waving off her "discomfort" and stared straight ahead at the figure in the doorway. Of course, he would be in her homeroom as well, Rin's luck seemed to always work out in her favour as such (Catch The Sarcasm, I Beg Of You). Said figure stared back, a small smirk gracing his lips, causing Rin to blush madly, her heart pounding with each second their gazes connected. Her bandmates picked up on this odd behaviour, Miki placing a hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

"Rin? No joke, are you okay?" Breaking out of her trance she nodded, quickly running out of the class room, just brushing past Len Crypton who glared at her running back.

Avoiding someone is quite simple if you don't know them personally; at least that's what Rin had thought. Throughout the entire day, however, in some way or form Len Crypton was with her. Whether his name being popped up into a conversation or the fact that he was passing her by in the hallways, Len was always there. Adding on the horrific fact of both of them shared all their classes together (Except One; Free Period), Rin was quite sure this equation that she was now conjuring together in her mind equaled one thing; Complete and Utter Hell. Not for all though, just her.

The blonde sighed, shrinking into her homeroom seat (Which Also Happened To Be Her ELA Classroom). She was debating whether or not going to band practice and use some "jacked up" excuse as to why she wasn't attending; she was recently weighing the options of "My-Grandfather-Is-In-The-Hospital" or "I'm-Epically-Grounded-For-Back-Talking-My-Mother" the latter was actually pretty heavy on her internal scale. As she became so transfixed about the Pros and Cons of her excuses, Rin didn't hear the door to her classroom open, nor the small click that it made when locked. However, what she did notice was the obvious slamming of hands upon her desk and the fragrance of Diesel Cologne wafting through her senses.

"What. The. Fuck. Up." The only coherent thought that could run through the blonde's head as she gawked up at the boy in front of her desk was: Where the hell was a teacher when you need one? and Why does he have to use such vulgar language? Another bang was created.

"I'm talking to 'ya! What are you some kind of imbecile." No, she wasn't. She was just...shocked? Her mind was void of her Junior Vocabulary at the moment, Rin just couldn't think; at the moment that is. Instead, the miniature Rin inside her brain was freaking out, pacing back and forth, fretting as she bit her nails and spoke to herself using a fast paced word count.

"Are 'ya even listenin?"

"W-What?" Len sighed, obviously exasperated with the female's absent mind at that moment. Once again slamming his hands down upon the desk in front of him, Len glared at the blonde before him.

"I wanna talk to you."

"I assumed so, when you came in like a savage beast that is." Growling, Len pulled back from the desk, the girl before him was giving him a blank stare, seemingly unaffected by his annoyed presence. But of course, Rin was not unaffected, in fact she was ape-crazy at the moment. But, he didn't need to see that side of her...no one needed to see that side of her. Taking up a chair, he say across from her, leaning on the hardwood surface and staring her straight in the eye.

"I wanna talk, and I'm not lettin ya leave until I finish, capiche?"

Scratch out the excuses she was going to use before, Rin was going with "I-Was-Kidnapped-By-A-Blonde-Deliquient".

Surely, in some way or form, there were people worrying about her. It had been twenty minutes since Len Crypton had locked them in their homeroom classroom and refused to give up the key to the door. And still, nothing had been established. The male was rambling on about how annoyed he was (With What, She Had No Clue), and didn't give her any space to add in her commentary.

So there she sat. Twiddling her thumbs. Five more minutes, just give her five more minutes and she would definitely get up and just pick the lock. Len stopped talking, she could tell because his mouth had stopped moving. Now, he was glaring at her. Okay, so maybe she wouldn't get up and pick the lock; that could only end in catastrophe-if his glare was anything to go by.

"Are 'ya going to speak! I mean, seriously! Answer me!"

"Um...wh-what was the question again?" He groaned, he's been doing that a lot since he's got here. Rin cringed as he threw his arms up in frustration with her.

"God, I wanna know, why are you avoiding me!" In truth, Rin was really going to answer, but seriously how could someone answer a question when there were four teenagers squashing their faces upon the window pane of the door? Not to mention said teenagers, or at least one of the said teenagers, were repeatedly knocking on the door with their drum sticks.

Maybe Rin wouldn't need an excuse for today.

"What were you two doing anyway?" Rin flinched, for what seemed as the hundredth time that afternoon as Miki slurped her smoothie. Jasmine Smoothies...oh how Rin loved them. The two females continued on their way through the mall, slurping, and flicking the straws of their fruity treat. The blonde female simply twiddled with the cup, using the straw to push around the strawberries at the bottom. Like hell she would tell them what he was doing, if Miki got wind of what the Crypton boy had done to her. Rin shuddered. Attack of the Fangirls would ensue upon her.

"I don't see why it's so important to you guys." Rin stated, taking small sips of her drink as they both made their ways to Pacsun. The taller of the two shrugged, not really sure herself as she chucked her straw from her cup into the trash can and chugged down her cherry flavoured smoothie. The blonde a foot below her cringed and gagged at the site of her best friend eating as such in public.

"You're going to-" A choking noise could be heard beside her as the two finally made it to the entrance of the clothing store. Miki stood there, hands over her neck as she elongated the said body part ",choke" Rin finished as she watched her friend run off to the restroom in search of a water fountain. 'See you later then?' She thought as she walked into the store herself, pulling the strap on her purse to gain more control over it. Aimlessly, she walked around the store, Indie music playing softly in the background as she picked up a bikini top to inspect it's pattern. Just as she was about to place said bathing suit back on the rack, a voice caused it to slip through her fingers as she hid behind a table showcasing polo shirts.

"And anyway, I was just askin him if he was like, you know, okay, and then he just snaps and yells, and I'm like 'dude, chill it." Rin peeped through a small crack in the small, double surfaced counter. Silently, she watched as a blue haired male wearing a red and white jersey jacket with the Crypton Academy emblem on the back. The young Kagamine swooned in her crouched position, her blue eyes softening as she gazed upon the male talking. She wanted to go up to the indigo haired male, she truly did. But of course, he was, once again, surrounded by his so-called "Fan Club". She squeezed onto the paper cup encasing all of her drink, jealousy taking over her as she watched the four girls, all of whom she knew were in at least two of her classes, cling onto the quarter back of her school, Kaito Shion, the slightly older brother of Akaito by two months. He was the epitome of perfection in a high school boy, albeit he was lacking in the intelligence department. The male was captain of both the Soccer and Football team and the drummer of his very own band (Despite The Fact That Said Band Was Musically Challenged). And Rin was without a doubt, hopelessly, in unrequited love with him.

"What a dream boat, huh?"

"Totally."

"Yeah, bet he's an animal in bed."

"Totally."

"Yuppers. Ten bucks says he's a homosexual though."

"You knows i-Miki!" The red head gave her friend a cheeky grin, giggling slightly as she tried not to give away their "hiding" spots. The blonde female kept her hand to her heart, trying to get the beating to slow down considerably back to normal BPM. Miki sat down next to her, a cinnamon pretzel in her right hand as she kept her hand on the edge on the cold blue table. The two sat there, in front of the bathing suits, stalking Kaito as they shared the breaded treat.

"So...you wanna get out soon? 'Cause, I told Akaito that we'd meet him up in Hot Topic." Rin nodded wordlessly, to love struck to even notice that Miki, while pulling her out of the clothing store from her beloved quarter back was also taking quite large sips from her ten dollar smoothie.

A/N: And there it is! The Second Chapter, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been swamped with soccer, and reading assignments this whole summer! UGH! Anyway, please R&R...flames will only be used to roast marshmallows...or be deleted which ever seems the more possible.