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I've always hated attention.
HATED IT.
It always got me jumpy and I was more than aware of what people were doing. What didn't matter to me was affecting my behavior and that bothered me out of anything. So as I walked down the hallway with Lily Masuda, of course, I noticed the stares, the whispers, the apologetic looks, and even the thud of a girl's book slip from her hands as she watched us stroll by. I knew it wasn't me that was causing all this weird behavior. It was the girl beside me. The tall blonde with the slender body and eyes as cold and vibrant as steel blue; she was causing all of this.
She smelled like black peppermint. An aroma consisting of something between dark, cold and sweet followed me at my every footstep. Her thick combat boots made a loud thud through the crowded hallway and I could feel her smirk as eyes followed our every movement.
"So, tell me a little about yourself" she suddenly says.
I look up at her, noticing just how tall this girl is compared to my height. Somewhere near 5'9", I'm sure.
I clear my throat before speaking, fully aware that Lily is glancing at me now.
"Well, my name's Miku Hatsune, I just transferred here from-
I bite my tongue, unsure I should even utter the name 'Crypton'. Obviously, Lily catches it, questioning my sudden hesitation.
"From?"
I stare at the ground, feeling my palms get sweaty already.
"Uhhhhh, Cryp-Cr-Crypton"
"I'm sorry I didn't catch that"
I look up at her, disbelieving that she missed that.
"Crypton," I state, firmly this time.
Lily just looks at me, slowing her pace as I walk beside her.
She blinks, oblivious and says, "Huh, never heard of it"
My eyebrows scrunch as I doubt if she's being serious.
"Really?" I ask.
Lily only looks at me as a response, clearly disinterested in whatever "Crypton" is.
"What is superman's weakness?"
"What? No, that's Krypton, with a K," I laugh.
Lily smirks in response, pleased with the fact that she's managed to make me smile.
"No, Crypton as in Crypton High," I explain.
"Ohhhhhhhh, sorry, no."
I gawk at her.
"Really? Crypton High School? Your school's rivals?"
"Rivals?" Lily asks, "Don't we have a lot of those?"
"I guess, but I mean, really? You never heard of Crypton? You guys made such a huge deal about us at the last home coming game."
"This school makes a huge deal out of everything, trust me, I'm just not interested, or in your case, I have no school spirit so I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Really? Yet, you're aware that you have rivals?" I ask, locking eyes with the blonde.
"I'm aware of stupid high school common sense, pigtails," Lily says, "Like, for example, the jocks, the nerds, the preps, or whatever."
"And what do you fall under?" I ask, curious to know who Lily associates with. My guess is the rockabillies or maybe the jocks. I mean, she does have a killer body after all.
"Nothing, I don't do cliques if that's what you're asking," she replies.
Lily's response causes me to smile as I nod. I totally get what she means.
"So then, what DO you do?" I ask.
"Besides please the entire female student body? Hmm, I have a lot of stories if you're interested," she answers smugly.
I'm not surprised if Lily is referring to her interest in women because just as I am about to ask, I notice her eyeing a lime-green haired girl walking toward us. She's sporting a familiar short-skirt outfit consisting of blue and white patterns. She's obviously a cheerleader and I mentally slap myself for even checking her out.
"I asked WHAT you do, not WHO you do, you pervert." I scowl.
Lily chuckles in response, shaking her head.
"No, that isn't what I meant," she adds, "I happen to write for the school newspaper here and most of my material is based on music and feminism."
I'm dumbfounded as I gape at her. Lily is part of the newspaper committee and I am stoked yet shocked at the same time. No wonder Mr. Maury asked her to assist me. Genius man, I must say.
The blonde arches an eyebrow before a cheeky smile takes over her face.
"Geez, get your mind out the gutter, pigtails," she says, "I please as in I empower female minds by encouraging that we overcome this sausage-fest of a society we have."
I know we've been taught to never judge a book by its cover. We had an entire day devoted to that lesson when I was in kindergarten. Despite that, I have come to realize that judging one is a natural human instinct that will never change. As much as I try not to, my mind always has something to say but I never voice it. I did peg Lily as a troublemaker or an under-achiever. My first opinion of her was that she was scary. The blonde almost had me jump out of my seat not too long ago. Yet, I must say, I am impressed by her now.
"Sorry," I reply embarrassingly," I did not expect that…although I'm not surprised you used a term as distasteful as sausage-fest."
Lily smiles and pats my head. The action causes me to wince and pout in annoyance.
The blonde then bites her lip and purses both as she contains a laugh. She slows her pace to eye me suspiciously. She's in deep thought and before I have time to question her strange behavior, her lips stretch into an amused smile.
"Wow, Mr. Maury is right, you are a cutie" Lily says teasingly as she drops her hand at her side and sets it on her exposed hip. I grumble at her words which only encourages Lily to coo at me in adoration.
"You know, I'm 15 years old for crying out loud," I reply, "And I get it, I'm cute, it's weird enough coming out of Mr. Maury."
"Calm down, pigtails," Lily chuckles, "Would you prefer it if I called you ugly instead?"
"Shut up! I have a name!"
"Yeah, but I like pigtails better."
A pout is evident on my face as Lily looks down at me in amusement. Our eyes lock and her smile starts to lighten up by the second. Despite the annoyance of Lily's actions, it's strange that I find her so charming. I mean she's obviously trying to aggravate me but I find her eyes so endearing. So unbeknownst to her, I take the opportunity to look deeper into them all the while wondering if they are steel blue or icy blue.
"You're a charming asshole" I blurt out.
Lily's eyes bright up and I wonder if her emotions change the color of her irises. What I believed to be a cold and mesmerizing tone of gray and blue is now an intense light cerulean.
"And you're an adorable brat," she replies.
The corners of my mouth twitch as I attempt to hide the smile that dares to find its way on my face. Yet, before Lily could witness it, I feel a hard body bump into me.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
I don't even look to see the owner of the shrilly voice before me. Instead, I yelp in surprise as I struggle to prevent myself from falling on my ass a second time today. Suddenly, I feel an arm wrap around my lower back and my butt is saved from meeting the cold tile floors. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for my stuff which are now scattered on the floor. I mentally curse myself for shoving random papers into my bag during that incident with that Kaito douche. Suddenly, a voice breaks my thought and I notice I am at a very close range with Lily's face as she holds me up.
During the moment, many things come into mind. One, Lily saved me. Two, she is way too close to my face. Three, she really does smell like peppermint. And four, not only are one of her arms wrapped around my waist but I can totally look down at the deep cleavage I feel pressed against my right arm.
Suddenly, Lily's eyebrows lower in a scowl and she turns her head toward the cause of the accident.
"What the hell, Gumi!" she shouts, "Standing in the middle of the hallway, really?"
It's the lime-green haired cheerleader I noticed Lily checking out seconds ago. Her green eyes have a tint of yellow and she's wearing an even more intense scowl than Lily. Yet, instead of responding to the blonde, her scowl is directed toward me as she notices the awkward and close embrace I'm reluctantly sharing right now.
Gumi tears her eyes from me before I can question her unexpected look of dislike toward me. Then the corner of her mouth twitches and her pouty pink lips form into a smile aimed at the blonde. I feel arms loosen and my feet are now flat on the floor. With an annoyed huff, I start to straighten out my clothes and hair, starting with my long teal pigtails. I soothe the silky tresses with my hands before setting them properly above each of my breasts. As I begin to pat away any "Lily" residue on my sweater and jeans, I hear Gumi finally break the silence.
"Well, don't you move fast," she says with a smile so bright and fake.
I'm caught off guard by the unusual tension I sense between Gumi and Lily. For a second, I notice Lily falter. Those strong steel blue eyes weaken for a second and the corner of her mouth twitches. I couldn't tell if she was amused or sad but before I have time to question it, her smile reappears.
"Well, you know," Lily replies, "Basic instincts."
"That isn't what I meant." Gumi abruptly says.
I shift my eyes between Lily and Gumi before crouching over my high-top Chuck Converses to pick up my scattered items. After all, I have better things to do than watch some awkward staring contest. But before my hand reaches out to get a hold of my bag, Lily crouches down and begins to help me. I nod in acknowledgement and Lily returns it with a smile.
"I assume you caused this, Gumi?" a voice echoes through the crowded hallway.
Both me and Lily look up and were met with brown eyes. A tall girl sporting the same cheer uniform as Gumi is walking towards us only to stop beside the fidgeting green-haired girl. She has short brown hair that ends at the neck. Her uneven bangs are swept to the side and I notice she seems intrigued by the situation. I look over to Lily and notice a scowl on her face as she hands me the remaining papers on her side. Suddenly, the brunette bends down to pick up my last book on the floor. The action surprises me as I assume she's trying to help but something tells me otherwise.
"Algebra 2B," she reads.
"Wow, the next generation is getting smarter," her brown eyes glance down before she adds, "and shorter."
"Better than tall and stupid like the brain dead insta-whore you are, Meiko."
No other than Lily decides to speak up as she stands up and steps beside the space between Meiko and me. She offers me her hand and I take it, feeling the cold metal of her rings graze my fingers as I stand up.
"Insta-what? God, was that video THAT viral?" Meiko asks.
"Video?" Lily asks, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion, "I thought I invented that term."
"Please, the only thing you will ever invent is a new form of STD's," Meiko remarks with a laugh.
The brunette smirks at Lily as she silently triumphs over her comment. On the other hand, Lily counters back with a smirk of her own that Meiko is nowhere close to matching.
"Is that so? Well, then, you should get yourself checked, princess." Lily states before licking her lips in a suggestive way. The blonde winks at Meiko as the latter cringes in disgust. Gumi, on the other hand, goes back to having a scowl on her face.
"How do people stand listening to you?" Meiko sighs as she grimaces at the smirk on Lily's face, "You're as vulgar as watching animal porn."
"Are you saying I make you horn-
"Lily!" I gasp in shock.
Lily chuckles and turns her attention to me as I shake my head in dismay.
After rolling her eyes at the interaction, Meiko offers me my math book with a smile. The action catches me off guard and I fumble around with the papers in my bag before extending my hand toward her. I smile back in response to Meiko's strangely kind offer. Yet, due to her bitchy tendencies, Meiko drops my book assuming it would cup into my hands. Unfortunately, it slips right past them and, once more, my book drops to the floor. By now, I'm irritated as I crouch once again to retrieve the currently opened math book. Suddenly, I notice some papers stuck between the pages that are not my hand-writing. In fact, they are messy and look not at all appealing. Talk about bad notes. As I close up on it, I notice a cursive or whatever-style-it-may-be 'Kaito Shion' written on the upper right margin.
"Kaito?" I say a loud.
For some odd reason, the tension that had occurred between Lily and Meiko felt like it was now focused solely on me because the second I look up, the short-haired brunette's eyes are now brimming with fire. I'm confused beyond anything as I notice something snap in Meiko and Gumi's confused expression. Before I even think about it, Meiko has already entered evil-bitch mode.
"Why do you have Kaito's stuff in your bag?" she asks with a smile so sweet yet so dangerously evil.
I gulp audibly and glance at Lily in confusion and panic, noticing the blonde purse her lips in an attempt to prevent a laugh from slipping.
Meiko notices this as well and, for a second, I swear I felt like she was going to smack Lily.
"Well, you know…." Lily suddenly says, "Miku may be his tutor, I mean the guy took like three attempts to pass Pre-Algebra."
"How do YOU know that?" Meiko growls.
"Oh, so now I'm the problem because I know how dumb your ex-boyfriend is?" Lily jokes in dry humor.
"Meiko, I think the question is who DOESN'T know that," Gumi scoffs, clearly agitated by the mention of Kaito.
"You shut up and stop defending her!" Meiko cries at Gumi who responds by raising her hands in mock surrender.
"This is all just a misunderstanding!" I rush to explain, struggling with the papers stacked in my book, "This morning, we bumped into each other and I guess we got our papers mixed up!"
I think it's funny how the truth sounds so pathetic to fuss over yet Meiko is still fuming with anger. And let me tell you, it is NOT a pretty sight. Her face is scrunched, eyebrows lowered, teeth clenched, and worst of all, eyes burning holes into me.
Fortunately for me, I have bad ass Lily near me who takes a step between me and the fuming brunette. As I stand behind the blonde, I can still feel the daggers of Meiko's brown eyes straight ahead.
"Not that it's any of your business, Meiko," Lily cuts in, "but Miku and I have more important business to attend to and I am sure dealing with Kaito's jealous EX-GIRLFRIEND is not on her schedule."
Lily suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me forward, pushing Meiko out of her way. The tension is so thick that I feel like I'll suffocate if I spend another second in it. To make matters worse, I make the fatal mistake of locking eyes with the brunette. I swear I saw bloody murder in those dark brown vortexes. They seemed like endless pools of dark matter and auburn spirals swirling in a hypnotizing motion.
It isn't until Lily takes an abrupt right turn down the hallway that I can finally turn my head away from Meiko's scorching gaze. I am no longer in sight for her to shoot daggers at yet I still felt uneasy. It was like I was traumatized by what just happened. Was I really being threatened to stay away from a boy? Is that psycho cheerleader going to axe me? Is she going make one of her goals to ruin me?
Suddenly, as if it couldn't get any worse, I felt a hiccup rip out of me. My eyes are brimming with tears as I realize what it is I'm feeling.
Fear.
As soon as Lily stops walking, I tear my hand away from hers.
"Miku?"
Lily's sudden calm demeanor doesn't help. In fact, I'm sure being called 'Pigtails' would have eased the tension. A little humor has always kept my tears stay at bay. Before Lily could figure out what's going, I run away. I couldn't let her see me cry. I don't want her to think I'm weak. Meiko got to me, simple as that. So, in a desperate attempt, I run through the hallways, pushing past others and shutting Lily's voice calling out to me. The bell echoes throughout the hallways, warning students about the one minute countdown. While others scurry to make it on time, I just take random turns wherever I go.
By the time I feel out of breath, the final bell has rung and the announcer comes on.
"Welcome back, Bullfrogs!" the speaker blasts.
Ugh, more like 'Welcome back, Bullshit' because that it certainly what I feel like right now.
I cringe at the loud sound bouncing off the walls. It's when I notice the speaker above a clear window door that I realize I'm standing in the middle of one of the school's indoor entrance rooms. To my surprise, there is absolutely no one guarding the exit. There is a table beside the door with a clipping board so I assume someone will soon be on their way. Taking my chances, I exit out of the door.
I have never skipped class or ditched school altogether but I must say, it feels good. So far, my first day has gone to crap. I started off looking like a dumbass in front of Kaito. Gumi bitch-faces me like I'm some threat to her and Lily's weird relationship. Meiko is dead set on ruining my life and now, Lily sees me as a coward. I just hope I don't meet a bigger bitch than Meiko.
I groan.
"Can this day get any worse?!"
I'm sure someone said yes because the minute I shout, I hear the sound of a car honking behind me. How I made it to the parking lot, I have no idea but I feel immensely stupid for not looking where I was going. I turn around and hesitate as I am met with a beauty like no other.
A Megurine.
Holy crap, I bet I'm going to catch flies because I'm gaping like an idiot as I step aside and allow the car to pass.
The shimmering teal sports car purrs with life as the sunlight reflects its sharp bumper. Its headlights are designed in a trapezoid style, giving an exotic vibe. And while I can't seem to tear my eyes away, the car turns to the nearest open parking spot beside me.
I continue to watch until the driver's suicide door opens and I notice the silhouette of a tall girl exit the car. Suddenly, my breath hitches at the sight before me.
The sun brightly lights the edges of her complimenting figure. She has long lush light coral-colored tresses of hair that end just past her breasts and intense turquoise eyes.
I think I'm paralyzed now.
I try to tear my eyes away as I realize the pink-haired beauty is staring at me. My heart starts to beat frantically, worried if she's waiting to humiliate me or scare me. I've experienced enough of the two today from two other hot girls but the creature in front of me is much too beautiful to be described in such a distasteful way. She's gorgeous, my god, she is.
"I didn't scare you, did I?"
The unexpected question startles me and it takes a moment for me to realize it's directed at me. I even look over my shoulder to seek the presence of someone else. That bombshell of a woman can't be referring to me, can she?
There's really no one else she can be speaking to besides me, unless she likes talking to cars. Sadly, why does that make more sense? Jesus, this belittling of my own self is really ridiculous.
After mentally slapping myself, I settle my eyes on her again and notice her full lips forming into a nervous smile.
"I rarely honk the horn," she chuckles, "After three cars, I would expect to get used to it by now."
I notice she has somewhat of an English accent in that husky and soft-spoken voice of hers. It makes me wonder if she's some kind of foreign supermodel I don't know about.
"Are you okay?"
I still fail to utter a word as I notice the goddess stepping closer toward me. I actually begin to panic inside as I notice her long legs getting closer and closer. That cheer uniform really does look better on her. She's even wearing thigh-high stockings that just give her a sort of temptress look. And her sleeved crop top is truly complimenting her toned assets. There's a mesmerizing deep crease just between her upper abs, showcasing the incredible effort she puts into her core-work. Overall, her physique is very impressive and she still manages to contain the femininity of a delicate rose. Yet, out of everything, it's her eyes that are alluring. They're a vibrant sea-green, a hint of bright blues and lively greens all into one. I can find many names to describe the blue in her irises from teal to turquoise to even seafoam blue. I have a love for blues and this magnificent woman has my favorite type yet.
It isn't until I smell the distinct perfume of vanilla that I react to our present gut-wrenching proximity. She's eyeing me now like I've gotten hit by a baseball or something. I don't blame her. I've probably been gaping at her without even realizing it.
Suddenly, a sound cuts through the awkward silence and, possibly, the most embarrassing moment of my teenage life has begun. Forget falling on my ass in front of a cute boy, or staring at Lily's cleavage and especially the moment I cried in the hallways like a baby.
My ringtone is blasting with the most annoying song I have ever allowed through the canals of my ears.
Nyan Cat.
I am mentally cussing out my best friend right now. Miki forgot to change my ringtone back to the respectful Rolling Stones's chorus of 'Wild Horses'. She was so enthralled by the fact that my voice was strikingly similar to the bitch spewing 'nyan nyan' like Pinkie Pie on acid.
It takes about thirty seconds for the irritating ringtone to finally stop and about forever for one of us to finally react. However, I did manage to glance up and to my disbelief, the beautiful girl before me is laughing.
She's laughing. OH MY GOD. I thought she sounded angelic just by simply talking but her laugh, my god, I feel like I'm getting serenaded just by hearing that sweet sound come out of her. I even notice the muscles of her abdominal flexing and stretching from the laughter erupting out of her. Before I can ogle them a bit more, I hear her sniffle and let a gentle giggle escape from her perfect set of lips.
"Wow," she breathes, "I am sorry but the randomness of that was just hilarious."
I only manage a meek smile before the beauty speaks again.
"Who are you?" she asks with a curious expression accompanying her radiant features.
"I-uh…."
I stutter a lot more than I expected. I can't believe it's this hard to even pronounce a single letter to her. She's really beautiful and I'm so in awe with her, my heart is beating frantically and a sinking feeling in my stomach begins to stir inside me. I can't tell if I want to puke or if my heart has dropped into gastric acid. Either way, my organs feel like crazy. Blood is pumping, eyes are locked into glassy turquoise orbs, hands are shaky, mouth is dry, and stomach is queasy with some deep pierce that makes it ache. I'm not in pain if anything I'm in a worse state.
I'm in total crush mode.
The realization hits me like a big pile a bricks. By now, I shouldn't be surprised I find myself so attracted to a woman far more than any guy I've ever met. In fact, it's been awhile since I've accepted the fact that I find both sexes attractive. I don't like categorizing myself under any label. I like what I like and it's just as simple as that. Only problem is that I always seem to be attracted to the tall and unattainable.
In other words, the 'too good to be true' type.
I know it sounds a bit depressing but I've come to live with it. I've never pursued anyone and the ones I've liked never pursued me. I'm quite content with that. I personally think it's only a matter a time before I give in to the next decent guy that asks me out.
Suddenly, I feel a warm hand wrap onto my forehead and the view before me almost causes me to pass out.
Holy crap, she's TOUCHING me.
I note two things at the moment. One, I'm such a helpless dork. And two, her eyes are so close that I can feel a chill and a hypnotizing sensation emit from their owner's gaze.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I manage to let out a proper sentence.
"I LIKE YOUR EYES!"
Okay, so it was more of a compliment.
And a shout.
And a supporting reason why I'm a total spaz.
Either way, I am probably the biggest dork to ever live. And I am sure my crush agrees because she's totally smiling in a way that's making my heart melt.
She straightens up and the height difference causes me to suck in a breath. If I had to kiss her, I would definitely have to stand on the tip of my toes. I'm not going to lie but I am more than tempted to do so. I'm in trance by the pink rosiness of her soft full lips. She's smiling hard enough for her pearly whites to display. She's has a natural beauty that can be compared to Grace Kelly. Her eyes are doe, eyebrows full and shaped with an arch, a perfect small and straight nose, and, as if she couldn't get any more beautiful, her features are accentuated with the shape of her strong and brilliant jawline emphasizing her cheekbones.
"I could say the same about you," she says.
Of course, I do a double-take as I find my eyes in dramatic contrast to hers.
"Mine are just a sort of aqua green. At least, that's what I like to think of it as. I do have some blue but the green mostly dominates it. If anything, you can see a hint of blues whenever the light shines onto my eyes."
The words just rush out of me like word vomit. I'm actually impressed I allowed myself to verbally express my thoughts. Even so, that doesn't ease the fact that I practically just spoke like I was the narrator describing side effects at the end of some medicine infomercial.
A sweet giggle escapes from her full lips and I can't help but laugh as well. In panic though, the second I hear the sound of my giggle, I bite my lip and prevent the sound from extending. The beauty notices and a soft smile graces on her delicate features.
"What's your name?"
Surprisingly, we ask the same question in unison. Of course, mine came out stuttered and nowhere near soft and gentle as her. The coincidence only causes me to flush in embarrassment but the beauty keeps her cool as she maintains a smile.
"I'm Luka," she says, eyeing me as she notices my reoccurring stuttering.
Her name continues to replay in my head. It's a unique sound with an exotic touch. Everything about this girl from her eyes to her looks to even the car she drives is exotic. I wouldn't be surprised if she even had an exotic boyfriend…as much as that would make me sick. I almost gag at the thought. I can't help but wonder if she thinks I'm in Special Ed now. I mean, I believe she's genuinely smiling but I've acted like such a spaz for the past ten minutes, I'm starting to think she's just being 'nice'. Why else would she be tolerating me for another second? I mean, I would be freaked out by me. I'm failing to comprehend any words, I'm stuttering when I try to respond, I'm sure I'm staring at her creepily, and I'm certainly checking her out. I really need to calm down and smoothly introduce myself.
"I'm-
Unfortunately, as soon as I open my mouth and actually enunciate a proper word, someone finishes my introduction.
"MIKU!"
A voice hollers at me from a distance and I turn to the source. It's Lily and despite the disruption, I am relieved to see her. I don't think I can stand another minute alone with Luka. She's making the insides of my stomach do back-flips and I don't think I can take it any further.
Loud combat boots are almost stomping toward me in a quick pace. With each step, a sound of jewelry clashing together mixes with the sounds of frantic breathing. Lily looks relieved as she focuses her vision on me but the second I catch her eyes shift to the presence in front of me, her expression falters.
It feels like time itself has stopped as I notice an awkward yet very intense interaction between Luka and Lily. A contrast of emotions suddenly sparks between them. Lily's cold steel blue eyes have become a very warm hue of icy blue. They're almost dark, almost poetic as I sense a strong indication that she knows Luka more than I would guess. On the other hand, Luka looks clearly disturbed as her once bright turquoise fusion irises have become a bland and dark murky green and blue. There is a silent debate occurring between the two distraught girls. Suddenly, Lily takes a step and begins to walk toward Luka.
The space between Luka and Lily begins to close and my anticipation worsens by the second. Suddenly, an intense feeling of dread clenches at my gut as Lily steps in beside the space between me and Luka. A sense of déjà vu overcomes me as I remember a similar approach occurring not too long ago with Meiko. This time though, Lily doesn't try defending me. In fact, it feels like she's defending herself. And with one step closer to Luka, Lily does something that makes me shake with inner turmoil.
She's kisses her.
SHE FUCKING KISSES HER.
I don't know whether to cry or to shout at Lily but just when a whimper rips through me, a loud piercing sound cuts into the overwhelming tension.
In a blink of an eye, Lily's face makes physical contact with Luka's palm resulting in a powerful and painful slap. To my disbelief, Lily's responds with a usual and cocky smirk while Luka fumbles for an appropriate reaction. She's blushing like crazy but her eyebrows lower with a scowl. Lily, on the other hand, seems to be rocking a burning handprint on her face like a brand set of shoes.
I'm at loss for words but I can't deny the sense of satisfaction knowing Lily got slapped for attempting to lock lips with my crush.
In fact, I'm even smiling.
I ain't even mad.
A/N: Endings are so freak'n complicated for me lol Anyway it shall continue :D Google "Ain't even mad' Meme and picture Miku's face haha anyways, thanks for reading :) Reviews would be as nice and warm as the hot cup of coffee I'm about to drink...and hopefully not spill because this shit is actually scorching D: