Fast Times at Vokal Lloyd High

by RomanHoliday93

"Four years go by quicker than you think, Miku." Vocaloid AU

6. Disclosure

A/N: Here I go again with another long-ass chapter lol The longer it takes the longer it shall be so I hope you guys don't mind that. I had you waiting enough and I am happy to have the time to update every month or so :) Anyway, I hope many questions get answered in this chapter as I refused to end it with the prolonging mystery of DUN DUN DUN what is Lily and Luka's problem?! Dx Kk, so carry on and let me know what you guys think if you're up for it :) I will greatly appreciate it.

Thanks :)

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"Why didn't you tell me this beforehand?"

"I don't know, Lily! It just never came to mind!"

"Oh, that's right, it came to Luka instead."

"Must you ruin everything I say?!"

"The only thing that's 'ruined' is in your-

"Lily!"

Lily and I have been at it since the end of 5th period and despite the blonde's vulgar remarks, I can't help but feel like the true pervert at the moment.

All that's really occupied my mind since this morning is Luka Megurine. And whether it's her bitchy-self, or her polite-self, or her flirty, seductive-self, my pink-haired crush has managed to cause me inner turmoil. Now usually when one causes me such pain at such an early stage, it's easy to drop them. Yet, Megurine has become more than an object of affection. In fact, she's causing foreign feelings to erupt inside me.

And it is driving me INSANE.

"Shut up, Lily!"

"I didn't say anything!" the blonde protests.

She's right. It seems I just had another outburst for no apparent reason. Since our little 'quarrel', Lily actually managed to let ourselves continue our way to Mr. Maury's in silence. I seriously cannot believe the level of yelling I've achieved with the cheeky woman. Despite that, I can tolerate the blonde more than ever now.

"Shouldn't I see my counselor instead of Mr. Maury?" I ask with frustration slipping through my tone, "I mean he is a dean, after all."

I don't mean to sound rude but my overbearing discomfort is truly getting the best of me. I just hope I don't approach Mr. Maury with the equal bitchiness I'm gracing Lily with. As expected, the blonde seems unaffected and takes it upon herself to find humor in the situation.

"Do you even know your counselor?" she chuckles.

"NO!"

The blonde smirks at my sudden shout, raising her arms in mock surrender.

"Calm down, pigtails," she adds, "your sexual frustration can burn down the entire school if you don't cool it."

At this point, I'm not surprised Lily notices the effects Luka Megurine has caused within me. I'm sure the blonde can relate. After all, how else would she be able to notice Luka's inconspicuous temptress ways? I really try not to judge but from what I can gather with my first encounter with the pink-haired beauty, she seemed….nice. A little TOO NICE if you ask me. I usually don't believe in 'nice'. I believe in 'tolerable'. I believe that people act nice through instinct and that goodness exists within a moment. Overall though, I don't think people are entirely "nice". Maybe I'm being irrational or taking misanthropology too seriously but either way, I don't believe in NICE.

Of course, I feel stupid to allow myself to indulge in the beauty of my crush. It's so eerie and fascinating that Luka is truly as deceptive as Lily warned me but there is still that question lingering.

What the fuck did Luka do to Lily?

"Lily, what did Luka do to you?"

I expect Lily to ignore me or stall or even run away but the bluntness and total randomness of my question surprisingly doesn't affect her. In fact, the blonde continues to walk beside me with a calm demeanor. She shakes her head before chuckling and I'm convinced she's had enough as me already.

Keeping Luka is a loop has reached its toll.

"Listen, there is a lot of things I shouldn't say."

Well, so much for wishful thinking.

"But I owe you that much anyway and I figure you at least deserve to know."

I stop my tracks before locking eyes with steel-blue irises. Lily's smirk remains and I'm finally convinced that my constant and torturous guessing will be silenced. It isn't until the blonde bends forward and increases our proximity that I respond. Despite the sudden hot breath against my ear, the anticipation is welling up inside and causes me to stand still without any other reaction than complete attentiveness.

"After school, I'll tell you everything."

I groan and the sound could easily be passed off as excruciating pain. And between the prolonging mystery and the fact that my crush literally "crushed" me today, I don't know whether to cry or scream my frustration away. Either way, neither of the two would calm the raging storm of hormones Luka began inside me.

"Promise."

I'm not asking. I'm demanding Lily to keep her word. This day has gone on long enough and I deserve some peace from all the crap today has thrown at me.

The blonde nods and I sigh.

"Finally," I mutter, "now we're actually getting somewhere."

The blonde laughs.

"Besides the dean's office?" she adds, "Get to that first, I'm going to head out for a bit but I'll be in the parking lot after school, okay?"

I pout at the reminder and Lily coos in adoration.

"Don't worry," she chuckles, "You'll be sure to see me soon, pigtails."

Before I can inquire the blonde, she reads my mind and pulls out her phone. With a nod, she hands over the black android device before I do the same with my iPhone. I expect the task to go by fairly quickly as I comply with the blonde but for some reason, Lily takes longer than what I expected. I take it she's having trouble with the Apple product as she is an Android user but the second I see her eyes gleam with interest, I panic.

"Are you looking though my shit?"

Lily laughs.

"No, you got a text while I was trying to input my number…who's Miki?"

"None of your business," I deadpan as I snatch my phone back.

I'm internally freaking out as I'm aware Lily LOVES redhead but the second I realize I have Miki's profile pic linked to her Instagram on my phone, I face palm. She's fucking gorgeous in that pic and Lily certainly noticed.

"Well, with a face like that, how can she not be?" the blonde quips as she retrieves her phone from my offered hand.

"She has a boyfriend," I add, "and she's not interested."

I'm lying my ass off but I can't help it. Miki likes tall, blonde, and blue-eyed badasses and a lot of other stupid crap I don't understand. And despite Lily's gender, Miki never passes by an opportunity. I know my best friend and Lily would certainly interest her. She's a party girl, a risk-taker, an appreciator for both hot male and female bodies. And while I'm totally homo for woman, Miki loves to experiment. Not to mention she's the reason I realized I was in a closet to begin with.

"Wow, a fifteen year old boyfriend, how scawy," Lily jokingly adds, "and it doesn't hurt to find out."

I bite my lip, unsurely with the thought of exposing my best friend to the blonde's clear intentions. At least she's intent with what she wants…unlike Luka.

"Actually she dates older guys, well, nothing weird just some senior at her school."

Leon was his name, I'm not too sure but she dumped him recently and he hasn't stopped calling her ever since. Miki thought a few times to change her number but the trouble of that bothered her more than her stalker ex-boyfriend.

"Wow, a high school senior," Lily snorts, "Again, how scawy."

"Don't even think about it," I firmly state, "anyone but my best friend, Lily."

"How about Luka?" she asks with the cheeky expression.

"Don't patronize me!"

"Well, you said ANYONE," Lily counters.

"Luka is out of the question!"

"And if you're lucky, out of the closest soon," she winks.

I groan.

The blonde's smartass remarks are just too random for my taste. Yet, the wittiness I can definitely compliment her on.

"Can you just leave now?" I sigh.

"I'll leave if you promise to introduce me to your best friend," Lily replies.

"Lily!"

"Oh, c'mon!" she laughs, "There is nothing wrong with just meeting her."

"And I expect you to be on your top most lady-like manners?" I sarcastically reply.

"Hey, my 'lady manners' are just fine," the blonde quips, "You'd be surprised who's ass I managed to rear into bed."

"And you expect me to introduce you after that kind of remark?"

"Shit, okay let me try again," Lily rushes, "You'd be surprised who's ass I managed to rear into bed."

"You JUST said that!"

"Shit! Sorry, I'm just too honest," Lily adds, "can I try again?"

"NO!"

I brush past Lily with a huff and proceed toward Mr. Maury's office. Meanwhile, Lily struggles to maintain her laughter as she continues her poor attempt at persuasion.

"How does dinner sound?"

"No."

"Disneyland?"

"NO."

"I have a coupon for Sizzler!"

"Shove it, Lily!"

I cringe at the sound of the blonde's laughter echoing through the empty hallway. I'm afraid her persistence will continue but as of right now, my worries are solely on checking out of shitty 'GYM:VKCHR'.

The second I walk through the entrance of the dean's office, I waste no time and sought out Mr. Maury. To my luck, he's currently speaking to the front-desk woman in his usual chirpy attitude. I take note how dramatic the sense of atmosphere has changed since this morning. There are barely any students and I sigh with relief. It was havoc earlier compared to the office's current tolerable state.

"Miku Hastune!"

Mr. Maury's deep voice practically reverberates through the room.

"And what is the reason for your delightful presence?"

I feel relief at the sight of the seemingly brooding man before me.

"Mr. Maury, it's great to see you," I smile, "There's actually something I need taken care of."

"Lily is treating you well, I hope," Mr. Maury chuckles, "She's always been my choice to guide any new students."

"And how did that happen?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the recent events with the blonde.

"Well, by now you know Lily," the dean adds, "always persistent….especially with cute girls."

I grimace as Mr. Maury laughs at his own knowledge regarding the blonde.

"Oh, she is very persistent, indeed," I mutter.

"Anyway, what seems to be the problem?" the brooding man asks with a grin.

I clear my throat before responding and silently hope the situation goes as smoothly as it can. I plan to get in and out of the gym before any danger within Luka's proximity. I recall Teto and Ritsu's mention of her parading in her underwear in the girls' locker-room. Just thinking about it is enough to make my stomach churn with some strange foreign ache and shoot down to my pants. I swear if I had a penis, I would have been walking around with a woody all day by now.

Times like this, I'm glad I'm a girl.

"Ahem, W-well," I stutter, "Turns out there's a mistake on my schedule, apparently I have 6th period gym with the cheerleaders."

I laugh uneasily after I state my problem. Mr. Maury cocks an eyebrow before he beckons me to hand him the form. I hurriedly do so and he takes the yellow paper with a nod.

"Well, that is certainly weird," he chuckles as he eyes the form, "very weird."

I quietly wait for Mr. Maury to finish scanning my schedule; all the while shifting my sight from his concentrated expression to the ticking clock above him.

"Okay, well this is no problem at all," the dean says, "You'll need a form indicating what class you will switch into but right now, switch out of your current one and come back after."

"And who must I see to switch out?" I ask, already aching to get this done and over with.

"Haku Yowane," Mr. Maury enthusiastically replies, "She is a very nice woman, very friendly, a little hard-headed at times but overall, a great coach."

I have this abrupt vision of Yowane being some muscular older woman with a bad-temper. I know it's stereotypical to imagine a female coach as intimidating as Jillian Michaels but it's my shitty human nature to judge. Of course, I am fully aware I could be wrong. People certainly are not what they seem.

"Her office is by the gym," he adds, "in the girls' locker-rooms but usually you can catch her on the way or in the gym itself."

Great.

I knew I would have to cross dangerous grounds to get to the coach of the cheerleading team. I just hope I don't see Luka. The thought of her gym clothes makes my mind wander. I snap myself into conscious before allowing my thoughts to overcome my mind with vivid images of her lithe body accentuated with tight and revealing material. One word does manage to creep into my head and I curse aloud as a result.

Spandex.

"SHIT."

"What was that?" Mr. Maury asks.

"Nothing!"

I respond immediately but my traitorous flushed state causes a curious expression upon Mr. Maury's broad features.

"Are you sure?"

I shake my head rather frantically and glance at the clock.

"Yes," I add, "I just realized it's been about ten minutes since class started and I REALLY need to get this over with."

And with that being said, I rush out of the dean's office.

"Okay, just make sure you return and I can direct you to the counselor's office!" I hear Mr. Maury holler.

I catch a hint of worry in the dean's voice but proceed anyway without any sign of acknowledgement to his rushed advice. I find myself already halfway down the hallway with surprisingly high adrenaline. And along with the rush of excitement coursing through me are thoughts of possible current scenarios.

In and out is what I plan and I am intent on getting the situation handled at its most possible pace and with ease as well.

'Okay, Miku, just in and out.'

The words repeat themselves in a mantra throughout the entire walk to the gym. And the closer my destination becomes, the closer I am to vomiting from the raging anxiety bubbling in my stomach.

Crap, I didn't eat anything for lunch, did I?

Rin was certainly onto something when she called me dumbass.

Despite the overbearing discomfort of my increasingly aching stomach, I continue through the nearest door of the gym. Unfortunately it doesn't budge and I make my way around the building in search for another entrance. A few students pass by me here and there but due to my current exhausted state, I pay them no mind. I'm sweating as it is and the grumbling in my stomach is furthering my disgusting uneasy state. Suddenly, I catch a few girls going out of a nearby exit and hurry to catch the door. The first thing I notice is the adjusting of their work-out apparel. To my luck, one of them notices my interest on the door and holds it open for me with a smile. I smile back at the rosy-red haired female and she nods as a response.

"Thanks," I pant as I pass her.

"No, problem," she responds.

The kind act certainly eases the tension inside me but I can't say much for the growling occurring in my gut. I am desperate for a Twinkie but from the looks of hollering athletes surrounding me, I'm sure all there is to ask for is granola bars and water. Despite my growing hunger, I glance around in search for a familiar office door or a certain petite blonde. I recall Rin mentioning she was part of the swim team and right now would be perfect to see the usually aggravated blonde. I just wish I asked for her number earlier.

I curse myself at the thought and let my eyes scan the area as I catch my breath. I take a moment to just stand and calm the frantic beating of my heart. Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice and panic as a result.

"I don't fucking get it."

My first thought when it comes to Mieko is Luka. Of course, given the certain circumstances, I begin to fear for the worst and search frantically around for any sign of Haku Yowane.

"Like, you get this and you decide to downgrade into elementary status."

Oh, god. Why do I think this is exactly referring to me?

"Well, Meiko, maybe he just wants a change of type."

I'm guessing Gumi just answered the annoyed brunette.

"Three years, Gumi!"

"Here we go again."

I don't recognize the last voice but I'm already on the verge of running away. Meiko is on a rant by now and I don't dare cross any space near their voice range. I'm out of their sight and my best guess is that they're just around the space blocked by the lockers. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I notice a distinct name imprinted on the door sign across from me.

'Haku Yowane'.

A great wash of relief nearly dissipates the aching of my stomach and my adrenaline causes me to rush toward the door. As a result, I end up disregarding any passing students and end up crashing hard into a body.

"Whoa!"

Fortunately, I don't fall on my ass. In fact, something even worse happens.

"Watch where you're going!"

I look up at a pair of blue eyes and instantly recognize the tall brunette as one of Luka's friends but before I can utter an apology, I feel an intense sense of watchful eyes upon my stature. I turn and regret the action immediately after meeting a sight of half-dressed cheerleaders. Luka is nowhere to be seen but the fact that there are three set of eyes staring at me including Meiko's intense daggers causes me to cringe. She's death glaring at me and I'm frozen stiff as a result. If looks could kill, I'd certainly be dead by now. And the weapon of choice is Meiko's scorching coffee-colored eyes.

I'm surprised I find myself even moving under her hateful gaze but the panic overcomes my state and I rush toward Yowane's door as a result. I hear the brunette scoff at me and just when I think things can't get any worse, she hollers at me.

"Hey! I need to talk to you!"

Holy shit.

There is no fucking way I'm stopping to chat with the dragon. I highly expect Kaito to be the main topic of her discussion and I am not in the mood for any misinterpreted assumptions. So, of course I ignore Meiko but it doesn't stop me from glancing over my shoulder. And what I see next almost causes me to pee in my pants.

She's actually coming after me.

HOLY SHIT.

I scream. I actually fucking scream at the sight of Meiko power-walking toward me.

At this point, I'm already near the door. So with a great wash of relief, I pull it open and rush inside. I slam it immediately after entering and while my frantic panting is the only audible sound in the new current atmosphere, a voice inquires at my panicked state.

"Excuse me."

My back is turned away from the source of a feminine voice. And while I'm holding onto the door like some scared victim, I hear someone clear their throat. I gulp before turning and just as I notice a fresh face, I yelp aloud at the figure standing beside her.

Luka Megurine is standing by who I'm guessing is no one else but Haku Yowane. And while the coach practically jumps at my sudden shriek, Luka simply stares at me with a curious expression.

Holy SHIT.

My mouth drops as I take note of my crush's choice of gym apparel. As expected, it's fucking spandex. From her tight short-shorts to her form-fitting white tank-top, her tone assets are complimented in more ways than one. Luka's legs are long and toned with a gleam from the recent apply of sunscreen. Her pert rear is glorified by the short-length of her curve-hugging spandex shorts. I can't imagine how hard and sculpted it must be behind the material accentuating its envious build. Her abdominal muscles are visible through the thin white material of her tank-top. A dip from the crease between her abs is noticeable for all to see. Her hair is pulled up in a sleek and simple ponytail, emphasizing her perfect bone structure with a clear view of her features. Overall, even in active wear, Luka still manages to get me riled up enough to jump her bones.

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

I tear my inappropriate gawking away and turn toward the source of an agitated voice.

Deep-amber eyes are focused on me as a disapproval look overcomes her features. Silver long hair is swept in a messy ponytail and while I take note of her impressive sculpted arms, I confirm Haku Yowane before me.

"Haku Yowane."

The coach nods before answering.

"Yes?" she adds, "and who might you be?"

"M-Miku Hatsune," I reply and extend my hand toward her.

Yowane takes a moment to eye my offered gesture, causing an awkward moment. And just as I am about to sheepishly pull back, she takes my hand abruptly and shakes it with a smile.

"Nice to meet, you," she says, "and what I can I do for you?"

I immediately rummage through my bag in search of an important yellow form. Meanwhile, I can sense Luka's watchful eyes.

"Um, there seems to be a mistake on my schedule," I add as I hand my schedule over to Yowane, "my sixth period shouldn't be 'GYM: VKCHR."

The coach nods as she scans the yellow form with interest.

"Is that so?" she replies before glancing at Luka, "So you never tried out and this is a complete error by the system?"

I nod.

"I guess so I mean, I never-

"Are you sure?"

Luka's abrupt question interrupts.

"I'm pretty sure I remember you," she adds, "are you sure you didn't try out?"

I'm gawking at Luka now and not for reasons I usually succumb to. She is fucking lying right now. It's clear to me but her coach seems to be skeptical as she further inquiries the situation.

"So, you DID or you DIDN'T?" she asks in a firm tone.

"I remember her," Luka says, "I'm pretty sure she did."

Oh my god. Are you serious?!

"I-I don't know what she's talking-

"Well, there's no denying that I noticed you right away."

NO FUCKING WAY.

I know I shouldn't be surprised that Luka has the audacity to lie in front of a figure of authority. She's shown a lot of manipulation since I met her. The scary part if that she's able to make it look so innocent and convincible that it's difficult to look past her mask. I'm speechless at the act and Luka continues to further the situation.

"I mean, how can I not?"

Luka allows her turquoise to wander at my stature before darting to Coach Yowane. I do a double-take as I realize she just pulled another one of her sneaky seductive antics. Only this time, I'm not letting it slide.

I learned a lot from Lily in such little time and watching her go off on Luka has inspired me to put her on the spot as well. So with a deep breath and hands balling into fists, I speak my mind.

"I'm sorry but you are totally mistaking me for someone else."

Luka cocks an eyebrow as a response; she's clearly intrigued with my sudden change in tone. It should be more than obvious I'm irritated now.

"I was NEVER there," I add before turning to Coach Yowane, "She should get her eyes checked."

And with a glance to Luka, I add

"No offense."

The room suddenly grows quiet yet I manage to stay unusually calm under Luka's gaze. As for Coach Yowane, she is confused with the sudden exchange.

"So, you're saying you DIDN'T try out," she adds, "and that Luka is mistaken as well."

Amber eyes lock onto me and I sigh before answering.

"Yes."

"So you're calling me a liar?"

My eyes widen before turning to Luka once more.

"I didn't say that!" I protest.

"You implied," my crush states, "not to mention you just called me blind."

"Uh, girls?"

"I didn't mean to!"

"Oh, wow, so now you're denying it?"

Oh my god. Am I really about to argue with Luka Megurine? Is this really happening?!

"I'm not denying anything!"

"So, you WERE at try-outs than?"

What the fuck?!

How did she-what the FUCK just happen?!

"I mean, I deny I was at try-outs but I didn't mean to offend you if that's what you mean."

"Think before you speak and maybe I wouldn't have to further inquire you of any allegations."

"What allegations?!"

"Girls, please!"

Both Luka and I jump as Coach Yowane stands from her seat.

"What in god's name is this about?"

I have no idea yet Luka seems to know as she continues to eye me before responding.

"I just wanted to confirm if I was really mistaken," she replies.

Turquoise lock onto me in an intense gaze and her next choice of words suddenly tear at my heart.

"Seems I am," she adds, "in more ways than one."

My mouth drops as an annoyed expression takes over Luka's features. Seems to me like I DID offend her but whatever the reason, I'm more than sorry. Yet, instead of verbalizing my apology, I bite my lip as a response. Luka's eyes suddenly dart to my mouth and she lowers her eyebrows in a scowl. My breath hitches at the sight and before I can open my mouth, Coach Yowane interrupts.

"Well, we certainly know the answer now," she adds as she sits back down onto her seat, "I will take your name off the roster as we speak, just wait a minute and you can go on your way."

The next minute is possibly the most excruciating painful and longest moment of my life. The only sound resonating in the room is the rapid typing on Coach Yowane's keyboard. I'm fidgeting with the struggle of avoiding any eye contact with Luka Megurine. All the while the pink-haired beauty lets the silence linger. I'm more than aware of her body now that we stand side by side in an awkward atmosphere. In fact, I can feel the heat radiating from her athletic build. Either that or my sweat has defiantly doubled from all the panicking I've endured seconds ago.

"Okay," Yowane sighs. "Ready to go, you're checked out."

I blink in confusion at the offered hand in front of me. The coach cocks an eyebrow at my unusual state but before she can inquire, I quickly yank the form from her hand. The action is somewhat rude but Coach Yowane simply stares incredulously at my awkward state.

"You okay?" she asks.

I nod with an uneasy smile.

"Yeah, I'm just in a rush, sorry," I reply.

"Its fine," she chuckles, "I'm sort in a hurry myself yet I forgot the reason why I was in here in the first place now."

"Yowane, we were discussing next year's cheer uniforms," Luka adds, "Y'know? Less skin, more durability and class."

"Shit, okay," the silver-haired woman groans.

My lips almost twitch into a smile but given the certain circumstances, it's hard to allow myself to feel any pleasantry around my crush. Something is nagging at me regarding her recent irritated expression and I can't tell whether it's due to her sudden change in personality or her strange attempt at lying about my relation with the team. Whatever the reason, it's affected me to the point of stepping cautiously away from her.

"Um, well thank you," I say, "It was nice meeting you."

"Likewise," Yowane replies, "what was your name again?"

"Miku," I reply before glancing at Luka.

By now she seems back to her seemingly gentle state. Or so it seems because the second I wave at her before leaving, she locks onto my eyes and gives me a rather bitchy once-over. My hand slowly retracts and I look down in shame.

"Bye, Miku," Coach Yowane adds as I take hold of the doorknob.

Just as I glance over my shoulder to respond, I notice Luka's eyes are aimed lower than they should be. In fact, they're locked into place and her cocked eyebrow only furthers my curiosity. Suddenly, she looks up and for a second, I read panic in her eyes.

There's no denying what I just saw.

She was checking out my ass.

A great sense of satisfaction erupts within me and a cheeky smile stretches across my lips as a result.

"Bye Coach Yowane," I add before locking eyes with Luka Megurine, "It was nice seeing you too, Luka."

I exit the room before I can see her reaction but something tells me she's more than intrigued. I expect myself to strut through the girls' locker rooms with my bold response but instead, I rush to the restroom with panic instead.

"Oh god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!"

I lock myself into a random stall and begin to let out my anxiety toward the pink-haired beauty. I don't know how Lily is able to pull off such bold actions without freaking out. In fact, I give the blonde huge props for pulling cheeky responses without a flinch. I normally don't have the balls to flirt openly; especially in front of a third-party. I wonder if Yowane noticed my rather smitten smile toward Luka. I groan at the thought and just as the ache in my stomach is about to resume, I hear two voices enter the restroom.

"So, we're changing uniforms?"

Holy crap, it's Meiko.

"We've been getting requests."

HOLY SHIT ON A SALTINE.

LUKA.

"Requests?" the brunette adds, "from whom?"

"Teammates, parents, the staff at school, don't you listen?"

Oh god. This day can't get any worse. I seriously feel like vomiting now and Luka is right across from me blocked by a wall. I cover my mouth as a weak burp escapes from me. I pray that it goes unnoticed and judging from the continuing conversation between the two cheerleaders, I'm safe….for now.

"I don't see anything wrong with our uniforms."

"Apparently the crop-top style is unsuitable," Luka adds, "It doesn't sit well with the fact that about 90% of the team is underage."

"Please, those bitches wear that shit anyway," Meiko laughs, "what difference does it make?"

"Meiko, our skirts will remain short for the stability of our routines but our torsos will be covered to appeal to the P.T.S.A."

"P. T what?"

Luka sighs.

"Just forget it. At least you'll have favor of mid-thigh exposed."

"Of course we will! They expect us to perform in pencil-skirts?!"

Luka laughs and despite the sweet sound, I can't react to anything without having the need to puke now. My stomach is stirring with a queasy feeling overcoming my senses. I drop my bag to the floor and bend forward above the toilet. Any second now, I'm going hurl.

"Moving on to more important matters, what's up with you and Gakupo?"

My ears pert up and a rush of fear cause my knees to wobble. I can't tell whether it's because of my current weak body or the fact that I'm worried Luka has a boyfriend. Either way, it scares the shit out of me.

"I thought I told you to drop it."

Luka sounds irritated now.

"You can't expect me to ignore him," Meiko groans, "He misses you."

Oh thank god, it's an ex they're talking about.

"Well, he should have thought of that before breaking up with me."

"What the hell happen between you two anyway?" the brunette adds, "You really pissed him off."

"I have my reasons," Luka replies nonchalantly, "And I expect you to respect them."

"How can I if you won't even tell me?!" Meiko protests, "seriously Luka, aren't we best friends? I should know otherwise, how do you expect me to help you get over him?"

"I AM OVER HIM!"

The sudden angry tone in Luka's voice causes me to jump. As for Meiko, she seems taken back as well.

"Are you sure about that?"

"For fuck's sake, Meiko," Luka groans, "I NEVER mention him. In fact, you're the one always bringing him up, mind telling me why?"

"We're friends, Luka," Meiko adds, "And you are all he's talked about since the break-up, I'm just trying to help."

"Help what?!" Luka snaps, "Help Gakupo get me back? Because it's clear to me that he doesn't deserve me."

"Deserve you?!" the brunette gasps, "Luka, bear with me, his dad is a CEO, he's currently attending one of the country's most prestigious law schools, he's fucking tall and gorgeous, and not to mention that he is a gentleman at its core, now how is it that he DOESN'T deserve you?"

Luka takes a long breath before responding and the anticipation is even killing me as I wait for her answer. I admit I'm impressed by the social status of her ex-boyfriend but I can't say he doesn't piss me off for having some of that ass before me.

Fucking shit, I'm rubbing off Lily, I swear.

"He is FUCKING BORING."

I almost laugh at Luka's firm answer.

"BORING?" Meiko repeats, "Now what makes you say that?"

I wish I had given more time to hear my crush's answer but, unfortunately, my stomach has reached its limit. My mouth waters with a warm flood of saliva and just as I open my mouth to spit into the toilet, a rush of vomit erupts through me and I'm grasping at my stomach for dear life. The guttering sound is disgusting and I'm more than positive Luka and Meiko are cringing at the agonizing sounds emitting from me. I just hope they don't realize it's me in the first place.

"Are you okay?"

Bless Luka's heart but I can't answer her. There is no way I am blowing my cover. As for Meiko, it's more than clear that she's the complete opposite of Luka.

"Ugh, what the hell did you eat?!"

"Can you not do that?" Luka adds, "She can be sick."

"Honey, are you sick or are you attempting the super model diet to achieve your dream body?"

"Meiko!"

"I was going to advise her not to!" the brunette adds, "You're beautiful!"

"That isn't something you joke about!"

"I'm not joking!" Meiko adds, "I'm just worried."

"I'm fine!"

Thanks to my current raspy voice, I'm sure neither of the two could recognize me. Suddenly, I hear a stall door open and a voice by the angels comes to my rescue.

"I know her," Rin says, "You two can move along, I can take her to the nurse's office."

Oh, Rin, how I love you so much right now.

"You doing okay in there, Mika?"

Mika?

That's the best fake name she can come up with? Mika? Seriously?

I hear a loud knock at my stall door and respond in the raspiest voice I can muster.

"I'm, like, totes fine."

Hey, if I'm going to have a fake name at the moment, I might as well fake the way I speak as well. Give a little Neru taste with the disgusting foulness of my vomit spewing out of me. The two can certainly relate.

To my relief, Luka and Meiko decide to leave but not without the pink-haired beauty hesitating to assist.

"Are you sure she's okay?"

Oh my god. Despite her seductive antics and manipulating ways, Luka can melt my heart any day with her good-hearted manners. I know there is more past her good girl façade but I can't deny the genuine concern in her voice right now.

"Luka, she has it under control," Meiko adds, "Besides, we really need to head back to practice NOW."

The cheerleaders' voices begin to fade into the hallways and just when the door shuts close to signalize their departure, Rin speaks up.

"I told you to eat," she sighs, "Milk alone is bad enough to give you food poisoning, you're lucky you didn't get diarrhea."

Suddenly, the clanking of my belt causes the petite blonde to panic.

"Jesus, I'm not staying for this," she adds as she rushes out of the restroom, "I'll be on guard but I'm not going to suffocate in here."

After a horrifying fifteen minutes in the restroom stall, I sluggishly exit out and wash my hands with a tired expression. I am NEVER going to drink milk at this school EVER again. With that in mind, I proceed to dry my hands and leave the dreaded restroom I suffered in for the past twenty minutes or so.

Unfortunately, it seems Rin left. I don't blame her; I took an awful lot of time. And judging from a random paper stuck onto the restroom door beside me, Rin even did the trouble of faking an 'Out of Order' sign to prevent anyone from barging in.

She is SUCH a good friend.

I know I should continue my way to set my last class but my mind is quick to be consumed by Luka's recent discussion with her best friend. This Gakupo guy doesn't want to let her go and its clear Luka seems uninterested with the idea of getting back with him. That much I can tell from her outburst and annoyance toward Meiko's aggravating suggestions. I just hope I'm definitely on point with my prediction. My chances are limited competing with that guy's social status, that's for sure.

Suddenly, a familiar voice calls out to me and relief washes over my thoughts.

"Should I start calling you Mika now?"

I turn and beam at the presence of Rin. I have the urge to pounce on her but I hold myself back from annoying the petite blonde. She saved my ass minutes ago and I her owe so much now.

"Rin!" I shout, "Oh god, you have no-

"Dude, no!"

The blonde prevents me from stepping any closer by throwing a towel at my face.

"No offense but I bet you REEK now and the best thing you can do is shower," she says with a grimace.

"Shower NOW?" I ask, "But where would I put my stuff?"

Rin throws me a key and I fumble to catch it. To my success, I do so without dropping it.

"Use my locker," she adds, "I got a spare box of soap and an unused red scrub, think you can remember B111?"

I roll my eyes.

"B111? Really easy if you ask me," I reply.

"Good," the blonde adds with a smile, "Put your stuff in but make sure you don't lose my key, okay?"

I nod and Rin proceeds to rush out of the locker rooms.

"So soon?" I holler.

"I've been gone long enough from practice!" she calls out, "It's the price I pay to rescue your ass!"

Despite the petite blonde's blunt response, I can't help but smile. Rin certainly saved me a heap of trouble and its kind enough that's she's allowing me to borrow her locker. I just hope the emptiness of the current atmosphere remains as I rid myself of the recent vulgarity I endured. I'm aching to get cleaned and the fact that I have the locker room all to myself motivates me to rush. As soon as I make my way to the second row, I search for B111. To my luck, I find it with ease and proceed to open the sturdy metal door. I access the locker with a clank and begin to pull my tank top over my head. I rid of my entire outfit except my underwear and bra. I decide to remove those in the shower before entering the water. With a hum, I take a box of soap and the red scrub Rin mentioned before stuffing my belongings in. As soon as I'm satisfied with the occupied space, I close the metal door and hurry along to the shower area. After entering the tile covered room, I immediately close the door behind me before ridding of my bra and panties. The thin material of my underwear slides with ease and as soon as I clip my bra off, I set the two pieces of clothing out of range near an unoccupied corner. The showerhead above me squeaks before letting a stream of lukewarm water hit me. At first, it seems insufficient to please me but as I let it trickle down my back and flush my face, the temperature gradually gets warmer and soon, I am fully satisfied by the hot rush of water cleansing my body.

The feeling is rejuvenating and I sigh with content. I take a moment to bask in the steamy hot atmosphere surrounding me before opening the box of soap. As soon the bar is in my hand, I begin to apply pressure against it with the scrub and apply the soapy results onto my body. The lavender scent overcomes my senses and I sigh once more before bending to my knees and applying the suds below my hips. A thought suddenly occurs and I hesitate to act upon it but due to recent events, I'm sure Rin wouldn't mind. The scrub is definitely now MY property. I'll pay her back, that's for sure. So with a shrug, I let the soapy scrub wander between my legs and clean the areas I'm sure Rin would understand.

I feel completely satisfied as I let the water wash off the remaining soapy remnants off my body. I even let myself indulge in a couple minutes to bask under the soothing water to calm my nerves. Unbeknownst to me, the minutes begin to add up and I find myself sticking around longer than I planned. By now, my fingertips have become wrinkled from the length of time and I curse myself at the observation. Yet, before I can twist the handle of the shower, I hear a door slam and a familiar voice enter the locker-room.

Even through the rushing water, I can make out Luka's angry tone. I can tell she's arguing and from the male voice through the loud speakers of her phone, I'm guessing the cause is an unexpected call from her ex-boyfriend.

You have to talk me to me sooner or later, Luka!

Yup, I'm positive it's that douchebag.

"How about never?" my crush adds, "That's what you expected after our break up remember? NEVER AGAIN? Do you remember know?"

I didn't mean those things! I was being irrational!

"That we can agree on but it won't change the fact that I still don't want you back, Gakupo."

That's because you won't give me a chance to redeem myself!

"There is NOTHING you can offer me so I am not going to waste my time. I thought I made that perfectly clear."

You keep telling yourself that but it won't make it any truer.

"Do I have to remind you what I did? Do I have to spell it out, take pictures with someone else, hell, even come over and do it once more?! Gakupo, YOU CAN'T HANDLE ME!"

Come over then, if it's the only way I get to see you then I'll allow it and you want to know why? Because I LOVE-

Gakupo's voice cuts off with a beep and suddenly, I'm more than aware that Luka is just around the corner from my naked state. I'm praying she leaves as soon as she calms downs. I've never been around a pissed off cheer captain and usually in the movies, they torture girls like me. Shy, short and incomparable to the likes of a hottie such as her, I scream target all the way. Part of me is satisfied that she totally ignored her ex's plea but it is quick to be replaced with panic as I hear her sigh and slam her locker door rather forcefully. I stand still for a moment but her footsteps begin to get closer and closer. Every second counts now and I suddenly find myself holding back the door as I pray that Luka isn't expecting to shower anytime soon. Unfortunately for me, the door almost opens and I pull it back to prevent her from coming in.

She wants to fucking shower.

FUCK ME.

I'm panicking. Hell, I'm hyperventilating as Luka struggles to open the door.

"Is someone holding the door?" she asks.

She can't believe it and neither can I. How I convinced myself from preventing her to enter is beyond me. I mean, just earlier I was drooling over Luka being 60% exposed in the girls' locker rooms but 100% is too much for my mind to take right now.

"Seriously?!"

Uh -oh. She's pissed now.

And after several forceful attempts, I'm losing hope on keeping the door closed on her.

"Open the door RIGHT NOW or I will notify a coach!"

Shit.

I'm screwed.

I have no choice right now and my hand has already limped around the handle. I gulp before reluctantly stepping back but then a crazy thought occurs and I decide to act upon it. I rush toward the wall beside the door and press my back flat against it. To my luck, Luka doesn't forcefully push the door but opens it rather slowly as it becomes a cover for my nervous state. From the corner of my eye, I notice my underwear and bra sitting at the corner inches away and I shuffle quietly in order to retrieve them.

It's wishful thinking to expect myself to get away with hiding from my crush but as soon as the door closes, I see Luka's backside as she proceeds toward a showerhead across from me. I'm holding my breath with effort I never knew I was capable of. I'm exposed for her to see and despite the fact that she seems unaware of my presence, I take my chances and slowly creep toward the door's handle. Suddenly, I hear the flop from her towel dropping and I bite my lip. My eyes are squeezed shut at this point and as soon as I feel like I'm in the clear to get out, I make a fatal mistake and turn my head toward her.

My mouth drops as I notice the sight before me.

I have never seen such a hot bare backside in person before and I'm sure this view will forever be imprinted my mind.

Strong shoulder blades contract as she massages her coral-colored tresses in a lather of shampoo. The arch of her back deepens as she stretches into hot running water. And as my eyes trail lower, my breath hitches at her dimples of Venus. The symmetrical dents emit a shiver through me and just pass those wonderful features is her pert and well-endowed rear, sculpted to perfection. Her back thighs are amazingly tight and flawless and just as I let my eyes trail lower to her long and creamy legs, she glances over her shoulder.

SHIT.

Turquoise eyes lock onto me and I suck a sharp breath.

It truly feels like time itself has paused. Luka remains still, blue-green irises staring hard at my green orbs. And before I can panic her vision darts lower and trails my body slowly.

Two things happen as a result.

One, I bolt out of the shower room naked and two, I slip on my way out.

With my pumping adrenaline and cursing mantra, I find the will to get up in a split-second and proceed with surprising speed to Rin's locker.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!"

All the while, I hurry to dress in my underwear and manage to clip my bra on. Suddenly, a painful realization freezes my tracks.

The key.

I FORGOT THE FUCKING KEY.

At this point, I'm surprised I'm not having an anxiety attack. I mean, seriously, I dropped the key?! Seriously?!

The one thing Rin requested and I screw that up!?

I really AM a dumbass.

SHIT!

So, be it. I have no choice. I have to take responsibility and if that means walking back near Luka's naked glory, then that's the strangely wonderful but terrifying consequence I have to endure.

I take a long breath. Ball my fists and close my eyes with concentration. Pace myself toward the shower entrance, take a long breath, and exhale slowly. All the while, my crush is showering without a care in the world just behind the door before me.

Trickles of water drop from my chin and I feel a shiver result from the chill air graze my wet glistening skin. Deep breaths come in and out and my hand shakes as I take hold of the handle. I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat as it dawns to me.

I'm really about to this, aren't I?

Go in. Pick up the key. And GET THE FUCK OUT.

Go in. Pick up the key. And GET THE FUCK OUT.

GO IN.

GET THE KEY.

GET THE FUCK OUT.

Suddenly, just as I am about the open the door, I hesitate at the sound of a beautiful voice.

Sokubaku shite motto hitsuyou to shite

Itoshii nara shuuchaku wo misetsukete

My eyes widen at the foreign words captivatingly sung with a rhythm enticing as a siren's serenade.

"Okashii" no ga tamaranaku suki ni naru

Ikeru TOKO made ikeba ii yo

It's Japanese. I'm sure of it. I know a little myself. My parents only argue in their native tongue but I caught on rather quickly. Although, I can't say I completely understand the words 100%.

'Every moment, it's harder to restrain myself'

'If this is love, I want to wear it on my sleeve'

'The "strange feeling" turns into an unbearable longing'

'I would follow you to the end of forever'

I think that's what she said. I'm not too sure but it's the best I can do.

Mayoikonda kokoro nara kantan ni tokete yuku

Yasashisa nante kanjiru hima nado nai kurai ni

Holy shit, I am impressed by this woman. Even a little at myself as I understand the following verse.

'If my heart goes astray I will be easily relieved'

'as if we had no time to feel tender each other'

I'm awestruck as I fluster over such beautifully selected choice of words. It's so personal and so tragic that I can't help but wonder of a meaning behind the song. Suddenly, the sound of rushing water shut off and my ears pert up at the abrupt silence. It takes a couple seconds for me to remember my previous intentions. Seems I became drawn into Luka's beautiful serenade that I relaxed as I listened to her wonderful voice. And just as I snap my thoughts back to reality, the entrance in front of me opens and I'm reunited with turquoise eyes.

I should move aside, apologize or run away. Better yet, I should panic and begin to feel immensely guilty for ease dropping on her private moment. Instead, I continue to look at her as she stands silently with her towel wrapped around her wet, glistening body. She seems so unreal at the moment, as if there can't possibly be a human as amazing as her. Talented, beautiful, bold, but most of all, vulnerable and I know the latter is too early to assume but her voice, by god THAT VOICE.

Why does it sound so tragically beautiful?

"I assume this is yours?"

A glint of light flashes before my eyes and I notice Rin's key dangling from Luka's hand. The beauty appears solemn as she continues to gaze at me. At that moment, I become more than aware of her current appearance and I fluster as a result. Her tresses have dramatically darkened into a hue of rosy-red. Strands of hair stick to her complexion accentuating the mysterious aura in her blue-green eyes. The ends of her mane are clustered from the dripping wetness trailing and soaking into the material of her towel. I mentally curse the sight of that damn intervening piece of fabric but just as my eyes notice a particular drop of water glisten from the light above, my breath hitches at a wonderful display.

Trailing down into a dangerous boundary, the sneaky little bead of liquid dips into the visible and mesmerizing hallow between Luka's breasts.

Holy shit, that's hot.

"Like what you see?"

My attention snaps back at the keys jingling on front of me. Luka seems unaware of the fact that I just ogled her cleavage. I am desperately hoping she didn't notice.

"Y-yeah," I stutter, "you have no idea how screwed I thought I was, thanks."

The words practically spew out of me. And just as I am about to retrieve the offered key before me, Luka pulls it away.

"I wasn't talking about the key."

The pink-haired beauty cocks an eyebrow and I am more than certain that I am done for now. Yet, despite the overbearing confirmation that she certainly noticed my shameless staring, I find the will to stall the situation.

"Oh, um…..well, I-uh."

Shit. This is harder than I thought.

"Well, the key sure is shiny, though."

Silence lingers between us in an excruciatingly uncomfortable moment.

Dork. I know.

And Luka certainly thinks so because the second I mentally scold myself, she rolls her eyes and starts to walk away. I should feel relieved, hell, playing her mental games exhausts me to no ends but right now, I am beginning to deeply regret my stupid and humiliating choice of words.

"Uh, I didn't mean to say that," I blurt out.

"Then say what you mean to say."

Luka is quick to respond but her tone is dripping with obvious boredom.

"Um…"

My god, I'm really tempted to just be out with it. Something between cheesy and perverted would fit just about now. Like 'nice boobs' or 'your body is rocking', I just need to say SOMETHING. Suddenly, she sighs and shakes her head as she approaches a nearby locker.

I sense one thing on her mind right now.

Disappointment

That's all it takes for me to finally snap out of my stupor. If there is one thing I can't stand, its irrelevant disdain upon me.

"What's your problem?"

Luka snaps her head to me, a curious expression on her features.

"Problem?" she asks, "I don't have a-

"Judging from your attitude, I pretty sure you do."

Despite the sense of control stimulating my senses, I almost hesitate after cutting off my crush's statement. She cocks an eyebrow, seemingly taken back by my sudden tone.

"Attitude?" she laughs, "Where are you getting this?"

"Oh please!" I groan, "Rolling your eyes? Shaking your head at me in dismay? Don't pretend you're not aware of your actions."

"You should take your own advice."

Turquoise eyes resume to a familiar dark-shade and I hesitate at the tone of Luka's playful voice.

"I-uh….um…"

My voice breaks and I'm back to square one, feeling like a dumbass once more under Luka's scrutinizing gaze.

"I…um….well, you can't expect me to just…."

"Admit it?"

Luka takes the words right out of my mouth.

"It's obvious," she adds, "You like what you see."

Of course Luka refers to my recent fail. I mean, the key is fucking shiny? I just HAD to state a useless and pathetic observation as in THE KEY IF FUCKING SHINY?!

Yet, more importantly than the embarrassing reflection occurring in my mind, I am more than aware that the pink-haired beauty just confirmed a painfully clear truth before me. Only problem is, I am once again struck with fear. It's only a matter of time until I make an ass out of myself. And why do I get the feeling I'm going to compliment the shiny doors of the lockers now?

Jesus, Miku. Get a grip and just own up.

No matter how embarrassing or awkward it will be. It's better to admit the truth than continue to lie to myself and avoid it like a pansy.

"Yes."

As simple as pulling off a Band-Aid.

A painful, sticky, excruciatingly difficult Band-Aid.

And while I expect an even more complicated result from my confession, Luka laughs and I hesitate at the sound echoing through the empty atmosphere. My mouth almost twitches into an awkward smile as she seems impressed.

"See?" she chuckles, "That wasn't so bad…well, besides the shiny observation, WOW."

Okay, now that was uncalled for.

"Well, shiny is nice!" I blurt out.

"Yeah, well, not as nice as these."

Luka glances at her cleavage before cocking an eyebrow at me. And while I'm guilty of stealing a show, I can't help but have enough of her sudden smartass remarks.

"Okay, I admit so can I please get my key now?"

My statement is upfront and I'm sure Luka notices I've had enough of her derisive attitude. In fact, the beauty nods before offering the key with an extended hand. I comply and approach her, hoping she doesn't pull another one of her usual antics. Yet, as I come closer, the more nervous I become. My eyes remain on Luka's gaze but just as I am about to retrieve the item from her hand, it drops.

The empty atmosphere allows for the sound of the key against the cold-concrete floor to echo throughout the room. It's no accident; Luka meant to drop the damn thing and her lack of response only furthers my annoyance. She doesn't flinch nor bothers to say a word. Instead, she simply watches me with a calm expression and waits for me to pick up the key. My first instinct is to pick it up immediately from the floor but not before rolling my eyes at her apparent "accident".

I don't expect Luka to ignore the blunt response. In fact, the second I bend down to retrieve the key, she reacts with a scandalous action before me.

Her towel drops to the floor and my hand flinches from the sudden view. I am loss for words and despite my original intention, I find myself staring at the white fabric beside the key instead.

This is bad.

Holy crap, this is SO bad.

I bite my lip as a surge of intense crimson erupts throughout me. My thoughts are incoherent with humiliation and excitement dominating my mind. My nose twitches to the overwhelming scent of fresh peppermint. All the while, one thought is able to make its way into my mind without fogging into oblivion.

Forget the sudden groping, the intense eye-fucking session, and the dirty smirks. This is by far beyond the limit of what my mind can take. And as a result, I tear skin from the intense biting at my lip. My eyes squeeze shut at the taste of oozing metallic in my mouth. Hands practically shake as I retrieve the key from the concrete floor below me and just as I suck up enough courage to straighten up, I make yet another fatal mistake.

My eyes widen at the sight of her bare legs. Such creamy and soft skin is enough for my temptation to break. I swallow hard at the view, praying my restraint continues. And just as I begin to doubt myself, underwear comes to sight.

Luka lifts her foot as the white cotton material slides through with ease. She repeats the same process with the opposite side and just as she pulls the soft fabric past her knees, strands of pink-hair practically graze at my face. She's half-bent above me and I am more than aware. In fact, I can feel her body heat radiate from our dangerous proximity. I gulp and stiffen as I sense her straighten her posture.

Suddenly, at the sound of a clip, I jump up and find my assumption correct. She's putting on her bra and I'm in the clear.

Or so I think so.

The situation is far from safe. And despite the sight of her underwear, Luka still continues to baffle my mind and the sight of her turquoise eyes only worsen my overbearing state. In fact, I am so close to pushing the woman against a wall. The lingering silence only serves as a contributing factor to my frustration but I maintain the intense urge to act out my thoughts. Yet, little by little, I begin to feel something tear at my insides with fluttering effects combined with an intense throb.

I swallow as I struggle to dismiss the familiar but strong sensation vibrating through my body. My eyes trail with admiration to her wet glistening body. Her underwear dampens from the trickling drops of water trailing from her shoulders, to the middle of her breasts, and past the crease between her impressive abdominals. And just as I look past her hip bone, my breath hitches at the V-cut shape just above her lower region before the low-rise waistband of her panties.

I've endured enough of these painfully frustrating observations among my crush and I'm certainly hanging on a thread now when it comes to restraint. And judging from the glint in Luka's eyes, it feels like she's read my mind.

Enough is enough.

My body acts on its own accord and I reach for her. Yet, even with clear desperation evident in my eyes and a raging storm fueling my fire, it's Luka who grasps at me and pins me hard against the lockers.

The sound of impact resounds through the hallway and hands grasp at my hips. Her luscious lips connect with me with brute force and a whimper rips through me as she lifts up my body. Strong arms hold me in place and I writhe at the bare feeling of her skin. Shallow breaths, teeth clacking, and a flick of her tongue against the roof of my mouth; she's barely starting yet I'm already struggling to catch my breath.

"Luka."

I gasp her name between pants, biting my lip at the indescribable sensation from her clawing hands digging at the sides of my thighs. A familiar metallic taste resumes and I whimper from the stinging pain from my abused lip. To my satisfaction, Luka notices the wound and sucks the throbbing sight. A loud wet pop results from the action and I moan in response, grasping at the back of her head to continue our passion-infused lip-locking session. My eyes roll back as her tongue brushes against mine, emitting newfound sensations to tremble me into a state of pure bliss. All the while, my core tightens with excruciating heat sliding with ease against the bare skin above Luka's naval. A shameless display of grinding picks up with increasing speed and suddenly, I stiffen a loud moan. There's an intense feeling boiling inside me and it's bringing me higher and higher into an unknown realm of ecstasy. I'm gripping at the Luka's damp tresses with hips gyrating against her with desperate urgency. All the while, my mind loses all rationality as senses solely focus on the pressure rising within me like a wildfire.

"Ah…FUCK…ah…oh god, AH!"

She giggles at my struggle and the menacing sound only contributes to the intensifying level of pleasure building in my withering state. Suddenly, I arch into the beauty with a shriek and an eruption courses through me. I feel my walls flutter in an amazing sensation and I spasm at the highly sensitive state of my clit brushing against the friction applied by Luka's taut stomach. By now, my panties are incredibly damp and I moan at the feeling of my core pulsing and sticking against the fabric.

HOLY FUCK.

I'm loss for words. And despite that I simply got off by dry-humping Luka, I'm basking in the results with great appreciation. My nose nuzzles into the crook of her neck. My teeth nibble at the soft clammy skin. I feel at ease in the beauty's embrace. Luka giggles at the subtle ministrations against her body and before I can tighten my embrace around her neck, she loosens her grip and gently brings me back to ground.

"Well, well," Luka whispers, "You came pretty fast."

"You can't….blame….me," I add between pants, "I couldn't…I…couldn't help…myself."

I'm clutching at the sides of Luka's arms but despite the support, my legs continue to tremble with the aftershocks of my recent orgasm.

"Are you usually this fatigue after getting off?" she chuckles.

The sweet sound causes a smile to stretch my swollen lips. To think that I've experienced a blissful and thrilling moment with Luka Megurine is so captivating yet difficult to fathom. I fear it's just another one of my fantasies. Yet, before I can let myself panic at the thought, Luka confirms the moment by sliding her hands down my rear and kissing my shoulders in a slow and sensual manner. I sigh at the intimacy and bask in her warm embrace.

A hot tongue slides from the crook of my neck to my ear, teasing the lobe until a soft bite causes me to flinch. Luka whimpers at my reaction and her hands sneak under my underwear. My hips buck at the sudden action and I immediately push at her arms.

"Luka!"

I yelp at the daring caresses from her fingers grasping at the flesh of my bottom.

"Luka, NO!" I plead.

My nails dig into the bare skin of her arms but it furthers Luka's need.

"I CAN'T!"

My cry is strangled and I panic as I feel fingers creep further into the space between my thighs. I can't deny the rush of excitement from Luka's bold actions but the pleasure itself is not enough to prevent me from fighting back. So with adrenaline shooting through my system and a panic state-of-mind, I push her with great force.

Hands pull away from the flesh of my rear. Luka stumbles back with a curious expression. And as I struggle to regulate my breathing, she snickers at the sudden energy I manage to inflict at her.

"Sorry, I thought you wanted..."

Luka prolongs the last word, cocking an eyebrow as she waits for my response.

I shake my head at her as a mixture of relief and disappointment consumes my thoughts.

Luka definitely went further beyond my limit. I mean, I should have expected this but being in the moment certainly changes everything.

"I can't…." I pant, "It's too much."

"Too much?" she snickers.

Of course it's too much. I mean, I've gotten off before but this my first time anyone actually TOUCHING me THERE. I mean, in my pants, of course.

I nod meekly and the beauty simply smiles at my flustered state.

"Its fine," she whispers before stepping forward, "I figured anyway."

Despite my foggy mind, I immediately understand what Luka is referring to. I'm a virgin and despite the correct assumption, it bothers me to hear Luka state a personal fact without respectfully asking. I'm sensitive about the case and even though I did just commit in a scandalous situation seconds ago, it doesn't mean I throw myself at just anyone. Luka Megurine is possibly the only person I have ever experienced intense lust for. And while one can simply see it, it's not just her body. I want to know more about her and hopefully break a wall or two, but I'm also a hormonal teenager while at it so I can't help my urges. Even so, it doesn't mean I'll just GIVE IT JUST LIKE THAT.

"Figured what?"

I play dumb but I bet Luka can see right through it. In fact, my tone comes off firm and strict and the beauty hesitates before replying.

"Well, I assumed."

"Assume what?" I retort, "Enlighten me on what it is you want to ask me."

"Ask?"

"Yes, ask!" I snap, "Better than making an ass out of yourself hence ASS-ume!"

I shouldn't be surprised that Luka simply disregards the tone of my voice. In fact, she resumes rummaging through her locker seemingly unaffected that I just swore at her. Judging by the aura, she's offended alright.

"Just like that?"

My question is upfront and serious. I mean, I expect Luka to pay even more attention to me but now I fear the worst.

"I can't believe this," I mutter.

"What part?" Luka suddenly quips, "The 'you snapping at me' part or the 'me getting you off' part?"

"EVERYTHING!"

The strain in my voice goes unnoticed and Luka withdraws from her locker as a result.

Her curious expression is hopeful at the least and while I'm desperately seeking some reason to all of this, I can't help but complain.

"All of this…." I struggle to explain, "It's all just too fast."

It can't be possible yet with Luka Megurine, I'm not surprised. Whatever we have has been building up since the moment I first laid eyes on her. And while our first encounter involved a drastically different Luka, the one standing before me makes all the more sense. Since I was a child, I've always been on guard when it comes to people. And Luka is the very manifestation of the doubts I avoid. She wears a mask. She pulls it off with expertise and executes it beautifully, and I don't blame her for doing so. She can definitely rock what she has and use it all to her advantage. And as a result, I've become a victim of it all.

Lily Masuda knew along. And here I am standing as the very example of what she meant.

The blonde's voice begins to resonate within my mind.

'Don't expect to just be friends.'

Well, that possibility is certainly thrown out of the window now, Masuda.

A pathetic snicker slips from me and Luka inquires as a result. I'm more than aware of the endearing sight of her half-dressed state but the effect has diminished at this point.

"Something funny?"

Of course Luka Megurine has the nerve to smile like a carefree idiot when it's obvious the situation is far from peaches and cream.

"No, nothing funny about this," I reply, "I just had a thought."

"Tell me."

The pink-haired beauty sits onto the bench beside her and crosses her legs. It's all too eerie and I'm a little frightened by the sudden gentleness and understanding tone in her voice. This woman can act no doubt about it. She's reciting her lines masterfully but little does she know I am not going to continue the role she desires.

"I shouldn't."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I can't trust you."

"You can try."

"I won't take that risk."

"But that's the fun of it, don't you think so?"

My ears pert up at the sudden sultry tone accentuated with a bite at her lip.

Dear, god, this woman will definitely be the death of me.

"This is serious."

Luka laughs.

"Serious?" she chuckles, "Now you're just bringing me down."

"Well, when it comes to me, it better be!"

"It's really hard to believe that now, Miku."

She snickers at her own comment and I immediately catch what she means. And the fucked up part is that I don't blame her.

We had sex.

Simple as that.

Sex is an act of pleasure between two people and while it wasn't as I predicted, it was enough for me to come in her arms and plead her to devour me. There wasn't much effort on her end. In fact, all she really had to do was stand there and seduce me into succumbing to my intense lust for her. And the pathetic part of it all is that I made the first move.

Fuck me, indeed.

I growl and Luka cocks an eyebrow before standing up and stepping closer to me.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," she whispers, "but I can't help that I'm so drawn to you."

It's a line. I'll have to keep me telling myself this every time she speaks to me.

And it starts now.

"I've never met a girl like you before."

I snort and roll my eyes.

"How often do you use that line? Pretty outdated if you ask me."

"No, I mean it," she replies before closing our distance.

Unfortunately for Luka, I take a step back and stand my ground.

"Right, okay," I snap, "but you already got what you wanted from me, so you don't need to bother anymore, right?"

"Is that what you think?" she asks in a disappointed tone.

I can't take this mind-fuck. It's more than what I can tolerate and despite that we literally DID just fuck in a dry and senseless kind of way, the confusion and overbearing-frustration clouding my thoughts is enough to consume me into insanity.

"THAT'S IT."

I walk away.

Its sound simple but it's the most difficult thing to do right now when all you want is to shove some sensibility into a playgirl's head. Especially when all you've envisioned with her is an unhealthy amount of sex.

I'm just as bad as Luka with such thoughts.

She lets me walk away in peace which actually surprises me. After her animalistic approach and aggressive nature, I would expect her to fight back but I can't say I'm not relieved to find myself dressing with ease right now. I'm on auto-pilot as I continue what I should have done the minute I picked up that key. I hear the sound of Luka's locker slam shut with force. I jump and freeze as I wait for her to leave the locker rooms. And from the corner of my eye, I notice Luka walk past my row and exit through the opposite side rather calmly. Or so I think so, because she slams the door harshly as well.

Suddenly, a door opens across from me and in comes an older woman. I assume she's a coach and she's contrasts greatly from Haku Yowane in looks and vibe. She's old, of course, and highly unattractive and as soon as she notices me eyeing her, she yells.

"Was that you?!"

Geez, she doesn't have to shout. I just hope she happened to pass by. I mean, how awkward would it be to explain the series of slamming and moaning at a time like this?

"I'm talking to you!"

Fuck.

It took way further than my limit to simply walk away from Luka. And unfortunately for this cranky she-man, I need to let out some steam.

"Yes, I noticed," I snap, "But I assume your cataracts would delay the amount of time for you to notice ME."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I sarcastically add, "Is loss of hearing a side effect from the menopause?"

The bitch suddenly slams the door behind her and storms toward me. I roll my eyes at the irony of it all.

Hypocrite.

As soon as we're standing toe to toe, she states in a firm and strict tone

"You are going to spend SO MUCH TIME in detention for that."

I smirk and a perfect insult comes in mind.

"Oh, I got enough time," I add, "unlike you."

Priceless.

The result of it all is just so priceless but the yelling I am about to endure is sure to leave my ears numb.

"GET TO THE OFFICE NOW!"

Oh god, Miku. Don't be a fucking smartass right now. You ridiculed her enough.

"GET YOUR STUFF AND GO!"

Suddenly, a group of girls enter the locker-rooms and I roll my eyes at the newfound audience. Unfortunately, as expected, the coach gets more prideful than usual and attempts to show-off.

"HURRY UP!"

"Are you sure?" I smirk, "I could proceed slowly if it helps."

I hear some of the girls snicker at the scene and the coach glances back to glare at them. They abruptly shut their mouths but as soon as she focuses her attention on me once again, the girls resume their amused expressions upon the situation.

"If you continue that tone, I will be certain that this year will be the absolute most SLOW and FUSTRATING time of your life."

"Well, it pretty much is already," I scoff, "If you weren't as deaf as I assume your old age has caused you to be, you would have noticed the action I endured from a certain bitch! Did you just happen to pass by or was your vibrator too loud for you to hear through the walls in there? Because while I was actually getting some from an actual human-being, you were getting off by the sad rubber dildo you keep in your dresser."

Oops.

I did it again.

"AYEYEAYEAHYEAH!"

My smirk returns as a random holler echoes throughout the hallway and while some girls are struggling to hold in their laughter and gaping at me, the majority bursts at the hilarious addition to the situation. Even I want to laugh but it's the perfect timing after my thoughts that take the cake.

I'm not that innocent.

And judging from impressed looks on some of the girls, I left a vivid memory for today. I notice Avanna and Maika and they seem the most captivated. Mieko will definitely hear about this, that's for sure. And with the thought of Mieko comes Luka who I highly suspect to be the most interested by far.

Suddenly, my locker slams and I instantly notice the coach has shut it for me. She can't touch me and this is the closest she can get.

"Hey, I could have done-

"LEAVE NOW."

She's scorching with anger. Any moment now, she's going to spew brimstone.

"GO."

I calmly oblige and proceed to walk away with my bag in hand. A few whispers echo here and there but as soon as the coach hears them, she snaps at the spectators.

"What the hell are all of you standing there for?!" she shouts, "Mind your own business!"

With my back turned to the crowd and cranky old woman, I roll my eyes and speed up my pace toward the exit. Yet as soon as I take hold of the handle, the coach hollers back at me.

"Dean's office NOW!" she adds, "You better be there in less than a minute or you will be in even more HEAP of trouble, I'm talking suspension here!"

Suspension my ass.

I'm already in good terms with the burliest dean in school so I'm sure I will get away with punishment to some extent. Call me cocky but right now I can care less of a shit.

As soon as I'm out the door, I take a deep breath and continue my way to Mr. Maury's office. I feel overwhelmed at the moment; as if all of today's events have exceeded the amount of thoughts I can process. Never would I have imagined undergoing the obstacles I've endured on this first day at school. Miki is definitely going to have to take a bathroom break before I can vent to her today.

Speaking of which, I can actually text her right now. Cell phone use at Vokal Lloyd High is only prohibited during class so I have the freedom on my way to the dean's office. I pull my sky-blue covered iPhone and immediately notice five messages from Miki. Usually, Miki doesn't text during school hours. She's very strict on that but receiving more than one at the very moment means trouble. I cock an eyebrow at my screen, curious to know the meaning behind such urgent set of emojis blowing up my phone.

9:07 a.m

OMFG MIKU *crying face* Miss u already! 3 How's the first day? *winky face with stuck-out tongue*

9:15 a.m

I'm assuming it's going A-OK? *smiley winky face*

12: 11 p.m

So it is cuz y else would u ignore your best friend? Oh yh, new bitches on the block I should worry about?! *angry face*

1:58 p.m

Oliver can't STFU about you so I told him you like tacos and he didn't even get that jk or am I? *winky face*

1:59 p.m

I am so close to kicking the absolute shit out of this shitdick *poop* *smiley face with horns* *poop* *angry face* *angry face* angry face* *angry face* *poop*

I cringe at the mention of my ex-boyfriend.

Oliver Cunningham.

If there is one good thing about changing schools, it's the fact that I don't have to see him every day now. According to him, there is no solid reason why we broke up in the first place. Oliver still continues to pursue me to give it another shot. To be frank, we didn't really have a relationship. All we really did was watch movies, make-out every now and then, and eat-out at Subway or Panda Express. I mean, we were 14 dammit! And I was getting guilt trip when he spent his allowance on me.

It was one of those youth experiences; one of those innocent and experimental phases in your teen years. And while Oliver was cute, blonde, blue-eyed, a bit-taller by four inches, European, and spoke with an English accent, I still didn't find him as pleasing as I expected. It was then when I realized I really want to know how a girl feels like. And let me tell you, I DID NOT expect Luka to be that girl. I can dream and Luka was expected to be one of those 'You're Beautiful by James Blunt' kinds of women. The one you're too chicken shit to approach and always think 'what if'? I just met the girl and within 24 hours, she already had me begging for release AND in a risky public area.

Thrilling?

Yes.

Hot?

Yes.

Regrettable?

I'm having thoughts about it but it won't change the fact that I actually enjoyed it.

And that's the fucked up part.

By now, I know enough about Luka but not exactly FROM Luka herself. And to be honest, I would choose a heart to heart talk over a breast to breast confrontation with my legs hooked around the beauty.

A familiar surge of anger resumes and I snap my thoughts away from the temptress. She's done enough damage and anyone who manages to even get Lily Masuda distraught must be too physically AND mentally exhausting to handle. I got a sample and I'm already tired as it is.

Megurine, that headache of a woman I must say.

With my thoughts finally at some rational level, I'm only a feet away from the dean's office. I pretty much lagged on Mr. Maury's earlier request. I was supposed to head back to his office as soon as Haku Yowane checked me out her gym period. Instead, I puked in the toilet, got diarrhea, took a shower, and pretty much got screwed in both ways by Luka Megurine.

And that's not even half of the crap today has bestowed upon me with ridiculous timing.

I should get my own video game and call it 'Miku's Bad Bitch Day'; dedicated to all the craziness of this very single day.

The first voice I hear is Mr. Maury's. Now that I am unraveled by my hormones and emotions it's safe to say that my natural timid side is now active and causing me to freak out before I open the door. I'm so close to just dipping and skipping the hour altogether. I mean, class is already half-way over, so what's the difference?

Ugh.

I'm just being a chicken shit right now.

My hand shakes as I turn the knob and enter. Immediately, I get scolded which doesn't surprise me but I do grimace at the tone of Mr. Maury's voice. He's obviously disappointment in me. And I don't blame him yet for reasons he certainly doesn't, shouldn't and never know.

"Hatsune, I can't believe it," he sighs, "I got a most unfortunate call from Ms. Bazel.

"Yes?" I meekly reply as I shift my eyes from his brooding stature to the paper in his hand.

I pray that it's just some stupid detention list rather than a note to take home to dad. He's going to let me have it for ruining the first day. Then again, it can't get any more ruin than my panties.

Dammit, Lily, I swear. I need to stop hanging out with her so much.

"Let's see…uses of derogatory terms, disorderly behavior and the most curious of all and please correct me if this is indeed true. Miss Hatsune, but you implied you engaged in inappropriate PDA here at school?"

P.D.A? More like P.D.F as in public display of fu-

"Hatsune!"

Shit.

I zoned out there for a bit.

"Uhhhh…I said that?" I reply, "I don't recall saying THAT."

I remember moments when I feel a surge of emotion and despite that I was raging on Ms. Bazel, it's hard to picture myself even admitting such a thing. I was reacting solely on hormones and an empty stomach which by the way, is still bothering me.

"Well, do you recall stating terms such as 'dildo' and 'vibrator' to Ms. Bazel?"

A snort slips from the front desk woman and I bite back the smile from noticing her flushed face.

"Ms. Mota, that's unprofessional to laugh at," Mr. Maury sighs.

Ms. Mota simply continues to stare at her computer screen although I can tell she wants to laugh her ass off any second now.

"So, you either did or you didn't, Hatsune," the dean adds, "This is very serious."

"I was talking out of my ass," I blurt out, "I was showing off to the girls because I want to fit in. And it seems that if I'm bitchy and sexually active, I'll be one of the cool kids."

Oh my god.

It takes so much effort to swallow my pride as I spew all that bullshit. And the most ridiculous part is that it's actually a statistic. Girls actually succumb to that kind of peer pressure to become popular.

And judging from Mr. Maury's concerned expression, I manage to get him to pity me as well.

"Miku, I thought you knew better," he frowns, "I'm always here to talk, you know that."

I'm very tempted to ask if what he's saying now means I'm off the hook. And before my hopefulness can radiate from the upcoming question, Coach Bazel graces us with her gross presence and interrupts.

"I know but it's just so-

"Oh, what a pleasant surprise this must be."

I cringe as the cranky old woman continues her sarcasm.

"I must say I am impressed you arrived within the time limit I ordered."

"Well, it's not like I had a choice to begin with."

Augh! SHUT UP, MIKU!

I bite my lip at the urgent voice in my head and mentally scold my sudden boldness; and by the look on Mr. Maury's voice, he's about to do the same.

"You know, I understand why you are so easily shook up today, Miku," he sighs, "but it is still no excuse to cause trouble. You know better, I am most positive you do. And while I do feel that you were being out of line at some degree, I also feel empathy with the current situation."

"Empathy?!" Ms. Bazel inquires, "Tell me how she's going to get punished not this pity-patty ordeal!"

Mr. Maury clears his throat.

"Let me finish, Ms. Bazel," he says, "Now, I am not letting you get away with this. You have to deal with the consequences, Miku."

If it weren't for Mr. Maury's gentle tone, I probably would have pee my pants by now. The way things seemed before I got here, I was more than sure that I was going to get worse than detention.

"While I do feel that suspension is too early for Miss. Hastune," the dean adds, "I do have an appropriate means of punishment."

I hold my breath for what's to come and despite that I'm sure it won't be added to my record, just the inclusion of Ms. Bazel makes me worried at the most.

"I propose that Hatsune stays after school for the next three weeks to assist you, Ms. Bazel. Whether it's tidying up the locker-rooms, paper-work, cleaning up after athletes, or refilling water-bottles, Miku will be your T.A."

"Wait!" I panic, "Will I at least get some credit for this? I mean, it sounds like a class already."

"It's called PUNISHMENT," Ms. Bazel quips, "Do you not know the rules of punishment?"

"This is more like torture if you ask me," I mutter.

"What was that?"

"I said-

"Okay! So it's settled," Mr. Maury rushes to interrupt, "Any questions?"

"Well, I was hoping suspension was the outcome of her distasteful and atrocious behavior but…I can certainly enjoy this."

I cringe at the interest in Ms. Bazel's voice. I'm getting the heebie-jeebies just thinking what sort of 'tasks' she's going to force me to take upon. And while I do feel at ease that suspension was avoided, I can't help but feel like an absence in school would do more good for me. After all, I have to stay after school IN THE FUCKN LOCKER-ROOMS, also known as the scene of the crime in which Luka and I went at it like sex-craze fiends.

Yet, on the up-side, I can't deny I'm a little intrigued I've increased my chances of seeing Luka Monday through Friday.

"Now that we have that taken care of, we can finally get to my original plan," Mr. Maury sighs, "Miku, you switched out of Haku Yowane's sixth period, correct?"

At the mention of the Yowane, Ms. Bazel mutters something under her breath. I get the feeling she isn't so fond of the attractive gym coach. She certainly breaks the stereotype and Ms. Bazel does no change to the common assumption of old, cranky and over-toned gym teachers.

"Oh yeah, really nice woman," I reply, "As fit as Lara Croft."

"Lara Croft isn't a real person," Ms. Bazel scoffs.

"Yeah, I'm aware," I clench through teeth, "It was supposed to be a compliment."

Then again, how would she know? It's not she's used to getting them.

OH BURN.

"A compliment based on an unre-

"Ms. Bazel, it's settled," Mr. Maury deadpans, "We don't want to waste anymore of your time, do we, Hatsune?"

It takes so much restraint not to offend the woman but I manage to respond in a tolerable tone.

"No, we don't."

Ms. Bazel doesn't seem convinced with my reply. In fact, she doesn't even acknowledge me before she leaves.

"Alright, then," she says, "I will see to it that she learns her lesson, good-bye Mr. Maury."

She exits the room with a huff and I can't help but feel satisfied she didn't get her request. Although, being her slave for the next three weeks is quick to replace the feeling with grief.

This really blows.

I sigh and glance at the clock above. And while Mr. Maury proceeds to fill out a form, I check my phone for any incoming messages. My curiosity piques at the notice of Lily's name on my screen. Yet, before I can read her message, the dean speaks.

"So, Miku," he adds, "You will need to switch into a regular gym course, that being said which class from period one through five are you fine with dropping?"

I immediately think Arts and Crafts. The class seems fun but given the certain circumstances, things have already crossed the line between me and Luka. Not to mention that it could give Lily a more tolerable vibe in class. She's so intent on keeping me safe from Luka that I'm sure it will benefit her more than me. Then there's Mieko and the rest of Luka's friends who I would gladly like to avoid as much as possible.

"My fifth period, Arts and Crafts," I state, "I don't mind switching out of that for gym."

Mr. Maury nods before asking the front desk woman for assistance.

"Ms. Mota, can you please search the fifth period gym courses for our current Spring Semester?"

Ms. Mota obliges and after a moment responds.

"Well, there's Ms. Olma, Mr. Dietrich, Ms. Candolo, Ms. Yowane-

"Can I get Ms. Yowane?"

I immediately request Ms. Yowane for several different reasons. One, she's nice, two, she's really pretty, and three, she's not Ms. Bazel. I could list a bunch more but right now I should thinking of ways to convince Mr. Maury than stating obvious facts about the attractive coach.

"I'm sure we can squeeze Miku in there," he says before glancing at me, "All that's left is for you to switch back into an Art-related course for sixth period."

"How about Yearbook," I add, "It's affiliated with my passion to write and photography, that's art."

"I can see that although just make sure you confirm that with your counselor."

The next few minutes consist of Mr. Maury completing forms and asking Ms. Mota for course numbers and teacher names. Eventually, all becomes set for me to see the counselor and the dean bids me good-day with a cheery smile. Of course, he scolds me before I leave and warns me to stay out of trouble. I almost laugh at his advice as he set up Lily Masuda to be my tour guide this morning. That girl has already broken several rules since I've met her. As she comes to mind, I check my phone before entering the counseling office and read her message.

2:34 p.m

Hey pigtails :D after school don't forget parking lot. Truck is having a little trouble so I'll be checking it out until you get out. Don't get too tempted to slap my ass as I'm bending over ;)

I roll my eyes at the blonde's informative and inappropriate message. She texts exactly how she speaks.

The counseling office is not as different from the dean's office. Despite the addition of more employees typing away in their computers, I get my request at ease and see my counselor after a few seconds of waiting. By now, I just want to get everything over with and go home. I meet Mrs. Alma who, despite the multi-tasking occurring at her desk, manages to assist me in within two minutes. To my delight, I get Yearbook approved and exit the room with a priceless smile. Ms. Alma is so engrossed with her work; she just simply waves me off before I leave.

I know I should go to class the minute I've receive the new addition of courses to my schedule but I can't help but wander off through the hallways and watch the minutes tick by. Class will end soon anyway and I don't mind avoiding an assignment from my last class. I have a perfect excuse right now and I am going to use it to my advantage. So, with that mind, I begin to explore the hallways with aimless turns and stops. A few students pass by me here and there but it isn't until about ten minutes later that the hallways begin to get more and more students opening lockers and rushing to leave. I assume they're seniors as most of them probably don't have a sixth period to begin with.

"Hey, Miku!"

I hear my name by a familiar voice.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Incoming footsteps close up on me and I turn to the source.

"Or could it be that you're looking for me?"

Kaito Shion beams at me with unexplainable sense of excitement. And I guess I am the very cause of his obvious mood, an unexpected holler confirms the tall boy's feelings.

"Oooh, there she is!"

The blue-haired boy groans before looking past his shoulder and shouting back in an irritated tone.

"Shut up, Al!"

I cock an eyebrow at the group of jocks standing a few feet away from us. They're watching me with wiggling eyebrows and snickers. I roll my eyes at the sight of typical immature high school boys.

"So, uh, what's up?"

He's nervous, I can tell. And while it's hard for me to confirm if it's genuine than a common front, I can't help but smile at his flustered state.

"Not much," I reply, "I just can't wait to get home."

"Same here," he chuckles, "I was actually hoping to bump into you after school."

"Well, I'm meeting up with Lily after school," I add, "So I'm sure somewhere along the way you would catch me."

"Catch you, yeah, you sure are a catch, alright."

"LAAAAMMMMEEEEE!"

"Dammit, Al!" Kaito hollers, "Shut up!"

I snicker at the exchange between the nervous jock and his friends and while I admit Kaito's line was cheesy, his charm is hard to pass by. By now, I get that the blue-haired boy is a good guy. In fact, I'm sure if it weren't for Luka, there would be a chance between me and him. Unfortunately, after the turn of events between me and my crush, it's going to be more than difficult to sleep tonight. Just remembering her body pressed up against me with aggressive desire emits a shiver through me. And despite the ugly turn of events afterward, I can't deny I still find myself curious to know more about Luka.

Body and mind.

-this weekend?"

I shake my head as I notice I've entirely ignored whatever Kaito was saying. I have a hint considering the last word I picked up.

"Weekend?" I ask.

"I know it might be a bit too early to mention but I've had this tradition since freshman year here," he adds, "I'm having a party this Friday night. I do it during the first week of the new semester, y'know, to get us pumped."

I nod, although the idea of going to any party doesn't interest me as much as Kaito would hope for.

"And since it's the seniors very last spring semester at Vokal Lloyd, we figured, hey, what the fuck? Let's make this the best opening party."

"Well, that's nice," I reply and hope the disinterest in my voice goes un-noticed.

"But anyway, the reason I'm mentioning this,"

Of course, this is about to happen. I'm going to be personally invited in a week's advanced.

"You should come."

I already know what to respond with and even though I know it would hurt Kaito, I can't lie to the poor guy and flake on his offer.

"Kaito, I do-

Suddenly, my phone vibrates with an incoming message and in hopes of stalling the situation, I immediately check my phone.

"Sorry," I mutter before reading 3 new text messages.

"No problem," Kaito chuckles.

The blue-haired boy lets a moment pass before he continues. Meanwhile, the pressure intensifies as I notice Lily's message stating a rather interesting addition to Kaito's liking for me.

3: 10 p.m

Forgot to mention tall, dark, and blue-eyes asked for your number :P Called him a pussy and told him to do it himself ;D

I snort at Lily's message and Kaito nervously inquires as a result.

"What happen?"

I get the feeling he knows Lily just texted me.

"Nothing," I reply, "Something stupid."

"Nothing about me, I hope," he smiles, "I got a text from Lily not too long ago with some inappropriate content regarding…..cats."

"I got something similar," I laugh, "Although, I'm sure not as explicit as yours."

At the subject of Lily Masuda, Kaito and I share a laugh at the blonde's antics. I admit it's nice to know Lily is in good terms with the blue-haired boy. I can't say the same for Luka as there's obviously some unexplained history between the two. The reminder instantly overwhelms me and I feel even more angst with the subject. I'm minutes away from meeting up with Lily which means I'm closer to getting a solid answer from the blonde herself.

"Something the matter?"

I'm tempted to ask Kaito regarding Luka and Lily but I don't want him to pick any hints of interest I have for the pink-haired beauty. It sounds stupid I know as I shouldn't be leading him on but I'm insecure about sharing such information; let alone a guy who's crushing on me. If anything, my ex-boyfriend should be the first guy to know my interest in woman. I owe him that much after all.

"Nothing," I sigh, "It's been a long day."

To my utmost relief, the bell suddenly rings and I am instantly filled with hope and anticipation. The sound can't get any sweeter than it does now and as soon as it dies down, Kaito speaks up.

"So, you think you can make it? The party, I mean."

I bite my lip before answering, hoping he catches my reluctance. I figure Kaito isn't used to girls stalling his questions as he seems unfazed by my hesitation. In fact, he seems more confident than ever right now. His blue eye gleam with hopefulness and I can hear the hitch of his breathing as I struggle to state a simple 'no'.

"I'll have to see," I reply with a weak smile.

It's enough to give the tall boy some assurance as I technically didn't deny him.

"Well, see if you can," he adds, "It would be great if you did."

Kaito smiles with his usual trademark charm radiating from his attractive boyish features. Anyone can assume he's flirting with me as the beam on his face is enough to get girls glancing at us with incredulous expressions. I can't help but feel self-conscious as some of them begin to whisper and mutter as I receive countless once-overs. It's unbearable as it is getting judged when you're simply just talking to a cute boy. These people should really start taking off their hetero lens. It's the 25th century, dammit.

"I'll be sure to let you know then," I reply.

"On that note, mind giving me your number?"

By now, I have more than just an intense urge to get the hell out of school. So, with a sigh, I comply and quickly add my number in Kaito's iPhone. The boy smiles before I nod and rush past him with a simple good-bye.

"See ya!" he hollers back enthusiastically.

With that said and done, I continue my way out of the school. As soon as I exit the main hall, I begin to frantically search for Lily around the parking lots. With the growing crowd and cautious cars passing by, I carefully sought out the blonde. Fortunately, her truck isn't too far and I notice exactly what Lily meant in her previous text message.

It seems like her car had a bit of a problem as she seems so engrossed with the mechanics right now. She's bent forward just under the hood with a frustrated expression. And as I make my way closer to the blonde, I can't help but cock my eyebrow at the visional appealing sight of grease stains smudged onto her exposed midriff. I notice a few boys stealing glances as well as some girls notice her as they pass by. Aside from the eye candy Lily manifests through her current state, her car is certainly an eyeful of glory to look at too.

I remember Rin mentioning a Chevy Apache during one of our good-hearted quarrels. And judging by the Chevy label located at the middle of the car's grille, this certainly is the truck Rin was referring to.

"I admit I expected a Camaro or a Mustang to be your choice of wheels."

Lily looks up and her frustrated expression morphs into relief.

"How generic do you think I am?" she quips, "there are more classics beyond those two y'know."

I laugh and begin to inspect Lily's handwork.

"What happen?" I ask.

"Lead terminals needed a bit of cleaning," she adds, "Usually, she never starts after the first try, it's always the second or third, depending how hard I've been revving the engine."

I don't know much about cars but watching my dad work on his prized Dodge Viper gave me some common sense regarding mechanical parts. It's safe to say I understand exactly what Lily is saying. She just referred to her truck as a 'she' and I'm curious to know the name of such an attached possession.

"What's her name?" I ask.

"Lucy," Lily replies with a smile.

"Lucy?" I laugh, "What gave you that idea?"

"Why not?" the blonde chuckles, "Lucille Ball is one of my all-time favorite actresses and humor is what I thrive on. Lucille makes me smile with her shenanigans and the feeling is mutual when it comes to my truck."

"I'm impressed you have a philosophy built around your car," I add, "Is she fine now?"

"She'll survive," Lily replies as she wipes her hands on a rag, "So, are you ready to go?"

I blink in confusion before responding to the blonde's smirk.

"Go where?" I ask, "I thought we were going to talk…"

"We are," she replies and closes the hood of her car, "I was just hoping you wouldn't mind talking over a burger. I know a great place across town, you'll love it."

The mention of food causes my stomach to growl and just as I fluster over the embarrassing sound, Lily chuckles and beckons me to take the passenger side.

"Your parents won't mind me taking you out, right?"

"Well, I usually take the bus," I reply before opening the car-door, "As for my parents, as long as I let my dad knows where I am, he'll be okay with it."

"What about your mom?"

I'm hesitant to answer Lily's question as I'm not entirely fond over the woman who gave birth to me. Ever since she left my dad, our relationship has wilted into the status of strangers. Every now and then, there's an attempt to rekindle our bond by my mother. And while I do appreciate the effort, it's hard to look past the history between her and my dad.

The sound of the engine starting snaps me back to reality and I notice Lily has abandoned the question she asked seconds ago. I'm grateful she can read my emotions easily in order to prevent any discomfort during the ride. In fact, she's changed the subject entirely.

"Have you ever heard of a place called 'Sweet Ann's'?"

"No," I reply, "Is that where you're taking me?"

"Oh, I'm taking you there alright," she chuckles, "So, that class-drop go by smoothly?"

I gulp as vivid memories suddenly consume my mind. And as I desperately hope my nervousness goes un-noticed by the blonde, I can't help but fidget as I recall the hot breaths and touch of Luka Megurine.

"Y-yeah," I reply.

"What happen?"

Shit, I hope she didn't catch me already.

"Oh, y'know," I gulp, "Uh, I went in there, spoke to Coach Haku Yowane and-

"Oh man, Haku Yowane," Lily adds, "Total babe, WOW. Y'know, she was a senior when I was a freshman."

Oh thank god, I'm in the clear.

"Really?" I ask, "How was that?"

"Heaven," Lily laughs, "At that time, I wasn't too sure about my sexuality. Haku Yowane sure was a contribution to that confirmation."

I grimace at the dreamy tone in Lily's voice. And while I am aware that Yowane is as hot as the blonde makes it seem, I can't help but ask about their relationship.

"So, that must be interesting," I add, "Is it weird between you two?"

"Well, nothing happened," Lily says before muttering, "Unfortunately."

I snicker at the blonde's uncharacteristic pout.

"Well, even you have to struggle with the ladies, Lily."

"Hardly," she chuckles, "It just makes the challenge even more endearing, pigtails."

I roll my eyes at the blonde and within the moment, Lily turns on the radio before resuming her grip on the clutch. The music suddenly blasts through the speakers and the blonde immediately lowers the volume at a tolerable level. I recognize the tune as a cover song sung by 'Smashing Pumpkins'.

"Landslide."

Lily chuckles.

"Fan?"

"You bet," I smile, "Although, I prefer the original by Fleetwood Mac."

"Nice to know you're familiar with more than just Drake and Katy Perry," the blonde replies before imitating an old man's tone, "Children these days."

"Well, I'm happy to announce I'm more of a classic/alternative rock kind of girl," I chuckle.

For the half-hour, I find myself at ease with the blonde's presence. And despite the loud revving of her engine and risky attempts at winning against yellow streetlights, I can honestly say that Lily has become a most valuable friend. In fact, I've been laughing and smiling the entire ride to 'Sweet Ann's'. Although, the humor is quick to fade as I keep reminding myself of the dirty deed that occurred between me and Luka. I fear it's only a matter of time before I confess to Lily. I just hope she doesn't punch Luka in the face for it. Or worse, reject me altogether.

"So, you're half German and half Japanese?"

Lily nods.

"Yup, although the German side took over at the most," she laughs, "Lily is actually short for Lillian. I was named after my mom although her name was spelled 'Lili" with double L's and I's."

"That sounds cool," I reply, "So you got your Japanese side from your mom?"

"Yup, I just wish I had a hint of that in my full name," the blonde adds, "Lilian Bachmier sounds German all the way."

"I think it's a cool name," I say, "I mean you still look exotic."

"If that's so, how come you aren't interested in me?" Lily quips, "You seem to fall for tall and exotic babes."

The blonde is going to bring up Luka, I just know it. And despite my flustered state, its guilt that's consuming me than the usual embarrassment I feel at the sound of my crush's name.

"You know," she adds with a smirk, "Luka is half English and half Japanese, not to mention she's got a hot accent too."

I purse my lips and direct my attention to the passing views through the car window beside me.

"You would think accents disappear after years of growing up in a different country but Luka still has it," Lily says," I met her when we were kids. Things have changed so much then."

I am not going to deny that hearing about Luka's childhood interest me but right now, I don't want to listen to anything regarding my crush unless it's an explanation. And as cute as a ten year Luka sounds, I'm not in the mood to talk about past innocence when I'm still struggling to find mine.

"Lily, can we not talk about Luka until we arrive?"

My voice cracks and I curse myself as Lily immediately notices.

"Sure, pigtails," she replies, "We are almost there anyway."

To my relief, Lily moves on to a different subject. We talk about little things from culture to our favorite bands. I let her know that both my parents were born in the Okinawa, Japan and while my father grew up in Naha, my mother spent most of her childhood in Ginowan, the capital of Okinawa Prefecture. The blonde can't help but whistle as I add that my mother is actually of American-French decent but grew up in Japan as her father was a United States Marine serving at the base located in Ginowan.

"Ma petite," Lily smirks, "Mon cheri."

"What did you say?" I ask.

"My little one, my darling," Lily laughs, "Impressed?"

"Hardly," I chuckle, "but it's better than me, I don't know a lick of French."

"Do you know a bit of Japanese?"

"Enough to survive," I reply, "My dad is fluent and despite that it's my mom's second language, she handles herself pretty good, she can carry on a conversation well."

"Well, either way, I'm impressed," Lily winks.

"Shuddup, Lily," I deadpan.

The blonde laughs as we finally enter a parking lot. I notice the exterior of 'Sweet Ann's' imitates the style of a 1950's burger joint and judging from the line of classic cars parked at the front, I expect a totally time-travel experience.

"Are you into this kind of theme?" I ask the blonde.

"You could say that, I mean, my dad grew up in the 50's and he was highly influenced by the whole greaser thing," she replies as she parks the truck in an empty spot, "All he left me was this truck, his most prized possession."

Lily immediately sets the clutch to neutral and pulls the emergency brake before turning off the engine. At the sound of a click, she exits the car and I proceed to do the same.

"C'mon pigtails," Lily hollers back at me, "Get ready to taste THE BEST burger you ever had."

As soon as we enter the restaurant, we are immediately greeted by an older-blonde haired woman. Her pin-up curls end just past her chin and while I take note of her charming and pearly-white smile, she enthusiastically approaches Lily with a great big hug.

"Ma-Masuda!" she beams, "It's great to see you, baby!"

Lily chuckles before pulling back from the cheerful woman.

"Same here," she adds, "I brought a friend this time."

"Is that so?"

Vibrant deep-blue eyes focus on me and I smile in response.

"Hi, I'm Miku," I say and offer my hand toward the woman, "It's nice to meet you."

She beams as she shakes my hand in a polite manner and while I take note of the extravagant interior surrounding me, I suddenly get bombarded with a series of questions by the older woman.

"My, you are absolutely adorable! How did you and Lily meet? You sure look like a keeper, has Ma-Masuda been treating you well? Tell me, how long has this been going on? I haven't seen Lily come in with another girl since that gorgeous-

"Ann, please."

Lily interrupts with a pleading look.

"Miku is just a friend," she adds, "I'm just treating her to dinner."

"Oh, but Ma-Masuda," Ann groans, "It's been awhile and my, just look at her! A face of an angel, long beautiful hair, she is just to die for!"

Lily rolls her eyes before grabbing my hand and leading me toward an available booth to sit in.

"And look at that!" Ann hollers, "Already holding hands, awwww!"

I snicker at the sight of Lily flustering over the woman's constant coos of adoration.

"Can it Miku," Lily mutters as she takes hold of a menu.

"I didn't say anything," I add with a snicker, "I think it's cute."

"NEVER call me cute," the blonde adds, "I hate that."

"Well then, do you prefer ugly instead?"

My smirk can't get any wider as Lily cocks an eyebrow at familiar words. Her phrases have definitely grown on me and the results are entertaining.

"I see what you did there," Lily smiles.

I snicker at the blonde's amused expression.

"So, what can I start you two off with?"

We both turn in unison at the overly cheerful tone in Ann's voice. I grimace at the look of awe she has as she shifts her eyes between me and the blonde. Meanwhile, Lily can't help but groan as the older woman continues to coo at the sight of us.

"What are you doing Lily?" Ann adds, "Shouldn't you be sitting next to your date? It's nice when couples sit in the same side."

"For the last time, Ann, she is not my date."

"Well, that's what you said about the last one and I caught you two doing the back seat bingo a whole lotta times."

"Uh, Ann, I'll get water!" Lily awkwardly hollers, "What about you, Miku?!"

I jump at the sudden high volume of the blonde's voice. It's more than obvious that Lily is desperate to change the subject. Unfortunately for her, I manage to worsen the situation by inquiring whatever 'back seat bingo' means.

"What's back seat bingo?"

"It's a dance!"

"Oh, Lily it's not a dance, you know that," Ann laughs, "the term is 50's slang for 'kissing in the car'. I tell you though, I can see why you couldn't keep your hands off that girl, my, what a gorgeous girl, what was her-

"Ann, can we not talk about this?"

"Oh, hush Lily! I remember her name just give me a sec."

"Her name doesn't matter!"

"Well it did to me, now I know it rhymes with 'Suka' but I can't put my-

Holy shit.

My eyes widen as a horrible realization dawns to me. All that's left is for me to confirm it and judging from Lily's sudden panicked state, I'm totally on point right about now.

"Luka?"

The name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. And at the sound of it, Ann beams and Lily drops her head on the table.

"That's it! Oh, I felt terrible for not remembering!"

I know I should have expected something as far as dating between Luka and Lily but hearing it from someone else than the blonde herself changes everything. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised but I am. In fact, I'm jealous. This means more than I have feared for. And while I begin to remember all the negative things Lily stated about my crush, it all seems to fly out the window as disturbing thoughts erupt within my mind.

Lily laughing with Luka.

Lily kissing Luka.

Lily holding hands with Luka, undressing Luka, hugging Luka, mounting Luka, moaning with Luka, whispering 'I love you' to Luka.

FUCKING SHIT.

Rage almost consumes me and I leave in a rush before I let myself slap the blonde from across the table. I don't bother to make out what kind of protests Lily is bursting with but the addition of me barging away causes the blonde to chase after me in an even more panicked state.

"Miku, I was going to tell you!"

I ignore her and proceed out of the restaurant. At this point, I am more than desperate to get home that tears are already brimming from my overbearing frustration. The sad part is that I'm sure I'm not crying for the right reasons. In fact, Luka is all to blame and it's pathetic beyond anything I've ever broke down for. I barely know her yet I've allowed myself to let her see me at my most vulnerable. And while the memories flood my mind, I feel a hand at my shoulder and I flinch before shouting at its owner.

"Don't touch me!"

Lily is taken back at the sight of tears dripping down my face and while she hesitates, I can't help but confess.

"I feel like a fucking moron now!"

"Miku, you are not a fault of anything," she states, "It's my fault for not mentioning it earlier, I mean, fuck, I didn't think Ann would screw it up for me! I knew we should have gone through the fucking drive-thru, FUCK!"

I hiccup a snicker and Lily quirks a smile before pulling over her shirt.

"What are you doing?" I ask as the blonde entirely rids of her crop-top from her torso.

"You're sniveling all over and I don't have a handkerchief," she chuckles, "And I don't want to run in back there and get napkins. God knows I'm done with that place for the day, hell, week actually."

I sniffle and take the blonde's offer with a smile, but it is soon to drop as I recall my debt to her. I owe her for all she's done for today and for me to go against her word and succumb to Luka is by far one of the worst things I've done.

She deserves to know.

"Lily, I need to confess."

"Me and you both, pigtails," the blonde sighs, "it's just a lot for me to remember."

"Whatever it is," I pathetically laugh between dripping tears, "It can't be as worse as mine."

"Are you saying you have something far worse than three years' worth of crap?" the blonde adds, "Miku, whatever it is, I'm sure it's not as bad as what I-

"We did it."

Silence commences and I feel an aura of discomfort overwhelm us both. The blonde catches on quickly but a sense of denial causes her to question me with forced humor.

"Did what?" she awkwardly inquires, "Did the….the…..cha-cha….

"Lily, you don't have to-

"Of course I have to!"

The blonde has snapped into a sudden state of anger and anguish evident though her tone. And as a result, I jump with fright and clutch onto the fabric of her shirt at my chest.

"It's the only thing I have above her! This whole ha-ha BULLSHIT! And the worst part is that she can see right through me!"

Steel-blue eyes gleam with despair and the sound of her voice is enough to break me down.

"I couldn't! I tried but I just-

"Stop it! I don't want to hear what-ifs. What-ifs don't do shit, Miku!"

She's tearing up and I'm tempted to hold the blonde as her vulnerability takes control.

"I had that fucking mentality for a half of year. Wishful thinking that one day, maybe one fucking day Luka fucking Megurine will actually BE MINE."

Lily sniffs and abrupt laughter leaves her trembling lips.

"You know what the most fucked up part is about her? She's addicted. She's a fucking sex addict, Miku. And she sugar-coats that shit by experimenting these "visions" on her victims. These fucking attempts to make sex a fucking art form when really she's just trying to bore herself with the idea of women. She's gay and she's trying to convince herself she just "admires" the human body when really she's just a fucking horny closet rich girl trying to cope with fucked up family issues. I know the truth and it KILLS me to see her smile like a fucking darling and convince everyone she's a Disney Princess. Of course, people eat that shit up the second they lay eyes on her and I don't blame them. I fell for her vulnerable side. That lost girl I wanted to hold every night and make love to, it was fucking rare but GOD it was worth it just holding her and just BEING WITH HER, body and mind, Luka Megurine in her true natural state. She was MINE during those few moments. I LOVED HER especially more than that fucking stalker ex-boyfriend of hers, Gay-kupo, I don't fucking know his name."

My mind is seriously in over-kill mode and as I take in every little detail Lily's is ranting off with, I'm seriously grateful I'm the one she's blown up on. It was only a matter of time before the blonde's restraint would snap into what it is now.

"I fucked her so many times when she was with that asshole. Just, ugh, I was so pissed, so tired, so fucking cynical about her being in the arms of that piece of shit. And she liked it. She LOVED cheating on her boyfriend. She loved playing games with the both of us. And that wasn't the reason he broke up with her…oh no…she was beyond sneaky with that shit. She fucked him with a strap-on. Poor guy felt like his pride was ripped away from him so he dumped her. And now…he wants her back, like the pathetic little shit he is. Little does he know, he can't control her, no one can. Maybe I did at one point but she was always quick to change sides. Like that time when we're sophomores. I was captain, funny to know I was a fucking cheerleader and I got voted off after I came out. None of the girls wanted a gay captain."

The blonde takes a long breath and exhales slowly.

"Fuck my life, huh?"

By now, Lily's crying and despite the wonder of her trademark smirk stretching her lips through dripping tears, she's more than broken right now. She's endured more than what I could ever put up with and there's one reason behind all that agonizing pain.

"No."

Lily blinks at my sudden and firm tone.

"Fuck Luka."

The blonde lets a snicker pass her lips and I have to admit, it's the best thing I heard all day.

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Oh hell yeah, I went there. And other fucking places like an art gallery which I waited in line for 4 fucking hours. And the worst part? No meet in greet with anyone! My love for Korra, I swear Dx Anyways, I hope you guys had some kind of reaction to this chapter. It's getting dark I know but I promise I really don't just throw this kind of material in for shits and giggles. I mean,the jokes yeah, but this whole Luka persona I've manage to build is really getting hectic but it makes her character even more challenging to break and develop for Miku to find a reason past her generic 'Mary Sue' bullcaca. Hope you guys will bear with me as I am intent on continuing to entertain you through it all :)

Until the next chapter.