Fast Times at Vokal Lloyd High

by RomanHoliday93

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

8. TGIF

A/N: Hello! :D

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Anyways, hope you guy enjoy the latest installment. My brain almost fried. You'll soon find out why lol

Enjoy ;D

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It's sufficient to say that Miki and I are more than opposites. Despite growing up in the same neighborhood for that last fifteen years, it still seems like we're from different worlds.

And while I have my views on life, Miki does as well. Although compared to her, I analyze my beliefs while she simply pulls them out of her ass.

Take the school-weeks for example.

I love Mondays. Tuesdays are whatever. I can say the same for Wednesday. Thursdays seem like countdowns. And Friday is when it all begins.

And by begins I mean my best friend's endless nights of partying and puking over countless toilets and street curbs.

Miki, on the other hand, views her weeks the same as her sex-life. Bear with me as it actually makes sense.

"You know I've been thinking about it but Monday through Friday is a lot like my sex-life."

We were on the bus and while I tried not to choke on my water, Miki continued with her random epiphany.

"Like, it starts off as shit like Monday, then its painfully indifferent like Tuesday, slowly proceeds to 'okay, I'm getting the hang of it' like Wednesday, it gets me thinking 'oh man, here it comes' like Thursday, but then it finally comes and it…well, its fucking terrible."

I'm used to Miki but that doesn't apply to everyone else. So while I notice the awkward glances upon me and my best friend, the latter can't help but add more to her revelation.

"Like, what the fuck, right?" she adds, "God, I can't wait to try girls."

At that moment, a woman suddenly distances herself from us and clears her throats with a disapproving tone. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to recuperate from my recent gag.

"Can you-ugh!" I manage through coughs, "share that another time?!"

"I would forget though," the redhead adds, "Pretty clever, don't you think?"

My thoughts say yes but I don't give in to verbally praising my best friend. Judging from her sly smile, she knows I couldn't agree more.

"Whatever," I mutter.

Miki's auburn eyes gleam and she suddenly latches onto me.

"You're adorable, you know that?" she coos.

"And you're a pain in the ass," I reply.

Pain in the ass, indeed.

I already have an idea for what's to come this Friday and with Lily in the mix, things will only get more hectic. Despite that, it's nice to see Miki actually excited for someone that isn't a total douchebag. Usually, every guy she's shown interest in comes off cocky and stupid. And even without the crush, I still feel like punching 90% of her exes. Now that I think of it, I never did clarify to Lily that Miki doesn't actually have a boyfriend. I gave her the impression that my best friend was seeing someone but even that didn't stop the blonde from flirting. I'm not surprised but even so, I should let Lily know. Although I highly believe it wouldn't matter anyway. Boyfriend or not, Lily won't stray away from a challenge.

And with the thought of a challenge comes Luka Megurine, the very source of my agonizing frustration.

I've come to the conclusion that she's as bad as they can get. She's wrong. More wrong than I can imagine. She can break me with a snap of her fingers. She's poisonous with a velvety bittersweet aftertaste. She's addicting; one flick of her and I'm already aching to latch my mouth onto hers in desperate need to replenish myself. Yet as spoiled as she seems and as shady as her intentions have come to be, she feels more right than anything I've ever yearned for. And that's why I want to know her, see her, maybe even break her free.

Lily clarified it. She convinced me and I trust her instincts. After all, she faced the fire but she got burned. I, on the other hand, may be able to dim it. Let's just hope I actually stand a chance.

Before she exits the bus, Miki hugs me with a suffocating embrace. The usual kiss on the cheek follows and she bids me farewell with an adorable pout.

"Miss you already," she calls out as familiar students follow behind her.

Their uniforms call for nostalgia and I can't help but miss wearing one to school. As crazy as it sounds, it does a lot of good, actually. I don't wear accessories nor bother to stand out in any way. Simplicity is enough. Which makes me think how in the hell did I attract Kaito and Luka. I don't mean to degrade myself but they can clearly do better. I have nothing to offer. I lack experience. So, what the hell, right?

The absence of Miki only calls for a distraction so I rummage through my bag in search for a source. To my delight, I spot my earphones and plug them into my iPhone. Scrolling through my playlist, I have the urge to listen to something upbeat. Yet before I can decide between Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer and Queen's Under Pressure, I remember the text notification from earlier this morning. So, with a shrug, I take the time to check it out.

7:13 a.m.

Good morning :) It's Kaito :)

Judging from the double addition of smiley faces, Kaito is certainly way too happy to be hitting me up this early. He probably waited until the very next morning to text me; hoping I'm not creeped out by his intense interest on me. It's safe to say I'm not. If anything I feel bad that it isn't mutual between us. Even so, there's no harm in responding with a 'hello' so with that in mind, I text back. Within a minute, I receive a response.

7:32 a.m.

:D u at school yet? :)

I snicker at the constant smileys.

7:33 a.m.

Not yet :P Wats got u so happy? lol

Kaito doesn't respond right away this time. In the meantime, I have Under Pressure blasting through my headphones. I couldn't pass up the addition of Bowie.

7:36 a.m

It's a secret ;)

I roll my eyes before texting back, Meanwhile, I feel someone occupy the seat beside me. Of course I pay them no mind. That is, until I feel myself being watched. So, by instinct I glance at the weirdo sitting right next to me.

Only now I wish I hadn't as I'm reunited with painfully familiar blue-eyes.

Oliver.

The blonde continues to stare at me. It's creepy and I stiffen under his cold gaze. Don't get me wrong, I am by no means scared of him. It's just that he caught me at a bad time. Not to mention that I know he's snooped on my texting since he changed his seat. His eyes shift between my phone and I; thus confirming it.

"Oliver," I calmly state, "What are doing? Your stop was minutes ago."

I knew I should have kept a look out for him before Miki left. She always scared him away before he tried talking to me. Seems like Miki now has to make sure he leaves the bus before me as well.

"I know," he replies, "I need to talk to you."

I usually find the English accent endearing but my ex-boyfriend makes me think otherwise. He sounds desperate and needy like a little boy in a toy store.

"We did talk," I reply before plugging in my earphones.

He has the nerve to pop the buds out of my ears and I glare at him as a result.

"It wasn't enough," he says, "What you did wasn't enough."

A bell chimes, signalizing the incoming stop. This is where I get up and wait to get off the bus. Only problem is that Oliver will follow me for sure. I don't know how I'll lose him but I know eventually he will have to leave me alone. It's only a matter of time before he gets busted for skipping school.

"Get back to Crypton, Oliver," I add, "you're going to be late if you keep this up."

"I don't care," he says, "I care about you."

I feel sick to my stomach now. More than that though, I want to push him and make a run for it. Sounds childish but it fits with the scenario as Oliver continues his immature ways. Instead, I keep my cool and proceed out of the bus and toward my school. Students surround me and I quicken my pace. I hear Oliver closing in on me as he pushes through the crowd. Many of them look puzzled from his presence as his uniform causes him to stand out. It's obvious that he doesn't belong at Vokal Lloyd. He's just a creepy stalker at this point.

"Miku, please listen to me!" he hollers.

I ignore him and continue my way through the school parking lot.

"Oliver, LEAVE," I state firm and loud with eyes locked onto the nearest entrance.

Cars pass slowly between me and my ex-boyfriend, allowing me to distant myself at a safe range. As expected, Oliver causes a ruckus and a series of honks and curses ensue.

"You can't keep this up, Miku!" he shouts through the agitated voices of the drivers behind me.

Suddenly, just when I glance to check if anyone ran him over, I bump into a solid surface.

A car door, but not just any car door…Luka Megurine's car door.

I freeze at the sight of her exotic sports automobile. It's the same as yesterday. Teal, beautiful, luxurious and just when I note the fantastic wax-job gleaming against the sunlight, the door opens. I take a step back and she exits the driver's side. She's as radiant as ever. Her mysterious and delicate features are accentuated with a simple choice of wardrobe. Skinny jeans showcase her long, lean legs. Her curves are glorified by the jean material, flaunting the firmness of her bum and thighs. Even her simple black dress-slippers awe me as they contrast with her burgundy crop-top. The dark clothing allows a peek of cleavage but the sex appeal of it maximizes with the addition of her taut stomach. It's soft yet firm as I remember it to be.

Shit, dirty thoughts.

I best stare at the one thing that only soothes me rather than adds to my lust.

Her turquoise eyes.

The second my eyes shift to her most beautiful features, I notice her observing me rather intently as I am with her. Only she seems to be focused below my hips. I suddenly get self-conscious, debating whether adding thigh-stockings only makes my skirt raunchy than cute. She cocks an eyebrow and bites her lip before finally meeting my eyes. My breath hitches as I anticipate whatever she has to say. Unfortunately, the second she opens her mouth, Oliver intervenes.

"Miku, please!"

He grabs my arm and by instinct I pull away.

At this point, my patience has diminished and I'm ready to breathe fire at the boy.

"Dammit, Oliver! I told you to-

"Is there a problem here?"

Her voice cuts my anger and I hesitate at her sudden tone. She seems annoyed and judging from her stare upon my ex-boyfriend, the cause is definitely him. She senses my discomfort as she shifts her eyes between me and the blonde. Oliver straightens up but it does little difference to his height. Luka is taller than him and her physique only adds more to the intimidation.

"No, no problem," Oliver replies, "I'm just-

"Seems to me like there is," Luka adds, "It's quite obvious if you ask me."

"Yeah, well, no one did, mate."

Turquoise eyes darken in hue.

"I'm not your fucking mate."

My breath hitches at the sudden protective aura surrounding my crush. She's glaring at Oliver with daggers and he struggles to respond.

"N-no," he stutters, "I meant….well, your accent, I assumed-

"Assumed we're automatically tickety-boo?"

Olivers freezes.

"Listen, wanker," Luka adds, "I don't know you. I don't want to know you. So why don't you bugger off now?"

"Excuse me?!"

I'm not entirely sure what just happen but Oliver is definitely offended right now…for some reason.

"Why don't YOU bugger off?" he retorts, "I know her!"

"So do I, and I'm sure in more ways than you, MATE."

Luka is mocking him, teasing him with a mind-fuck that's even affecting me at the moment.

"So, schoolboy," Luka adds, "You gonna finally run along now?"

Oliver struggles to respond.

"Go on, you shirty little shit."

My ex-boyfriend is failing with his attempt to stand ground. Silence lingers between him and my crush and soon, he steps back.

"Twat," he remarks before finally walking away.

Luka smiles as Oliver gives up. Meanwhile, I'm still baffled by the exchange of terms shared between the two Brits.

"Tosser," she adds before rolling her eyes at the mopey boy.

I watch him leave, relief erupting within me. And as he's finally at a tolerable distance, he turns to look at me again. His stare is cold and longing and I shiver from the creepiness of it all. Seriously, what the hell did I ever see in Oliver Cunningham? To think I dated him only makes me want to puke now. It's revolting.

I tear my gaze to focus on the goddess before me. She's gone back to observing me only this time her eyes are locked onto mine. Green meets turquoise in a silent debate. I want to say 'thank you' and simply walk away but her stare is addicting right now. She's a thrill; a source for spontaneous. And that is one of life's greatest experiences.

"You alright?" she asks before stepping closer to me.

The tension rises and I suddenly jump back from our increased proximity. It's all déjà vu right now; like the moment we first met. She seems genuinely concerned for me all the while I'm back to flustering over her like a nervous wreck.

"Y-Yeah," I reply.

I feel her hand come into contact with my arm and I flinch at the hot touch. Despite that, Luka maintains her cool and begins to inspect for any marks.

"He didn't hurt me," I add, "he just followed me but don't worry, he's harmle-

"It always starts like that," Luka suddenly says, "Always be on guard."

She smiles and I melt on the spot. A mantra consumes my mind, 'Luka cares about me,' and I fight the urge to squeal like a fan-girl. Instead, a goofy grin takes it form upon my features and my crush snickers. I instantly drop my smile; I must have looked stupid.

"Or you know," she adds, "call someone."

It's more than advice; it's an opportunity to get closer.

"You mean like you?"

My question is so straightforward that even Luka seems taken back from the sudden softness in my voice. It sounds like I'm flirting and I don't mind at all.

"I recommend it," she replies.

"Everyone I know is rather reckless though," I add, "You know how boys are…always on the run to showcase their protective nature through illegal means."

"They can't help it," Luka snickers, "girls can be the same way, I had a friend like that….all guns and roses."

I get the feeling she's referring to Lily.

"Yeah, reminds me of one of my friends," I say, "Risk-taker but a total sweetheart."

Luka nods and I panic at the dying conversation. It's way too early to just let her walk away; a plan is in motion and I intend to let it progress.

"What about you?" I ask.

"What about?" she replies before glancing at her phone, "What do you mean?"

I'm hoping she's not anxious to leave me hanging. It's very discouraging.

"What are…..your methods?"

Shit. I'm stuck. I don't know what I'm trying to ask. I want her fucking number, it's as simple as that but I can't just ASK for it. I have to LEAD to it but I'm failing to do so right now.

"Tell you what," she says, "How about you call me and you can find out someday?"

Oh my god.

I haven't felt this excited since my family trip to Disneyland. And that was AGES ago.

"Although, I hope you never do, actually," Luka adds, "but just in case, y'know?"

I beam with overwhelming happiness as I offer her my phone. She takes it with a nod and begins to input her number. Meanwhile, I'm internally screaming with joy.

It's ridiculous though. Here I am being offered protection by Luka Megurine yet I'm more ecstatic about texting a simple 'hello'. I can't do that; we agreed I only contact her when I'm in danger but I wonder if she'll let it slide when I want to strike a conversation.

"Just hit me up," she says before returning my iPhone, "whenever."

Our hands brush, sending shivers throughout my body yet I'm more compelled with the addition of her last word.

'Whenever'.

I gulp as naughty images suddenly consume my mind. It's bound; especially since we went all the way in little time. Well, not ALL THE WAY but you get the picture. Speaking of which, Luka seems to pretend like it never happened although she clearly presents continuous interest in me. I get that I'm cute. It's all I can really be anyway but it's really going over my head right now. There's a rush of excitement just knowing I'm Luka's type to a T.

Silence commences and Luka takes it as a cue to leave. Something seems strange and I wonder if it's due to the passing students surrounding us. She seems on edge, rather alert as her eyes scan the area before bidding me farewell. I nod although I wish for her to stay longer to continue our conversation. It's nice. She's more realistic, approachable, and sensitive around the public eye but deep down, I know it's all just a façade. Luke Megurine is as mysterious as they can get.

She reminds me of a specific moment in my life. When I was a child, I watched the moon a lot. Every night, right after my mother tucked me into bed, I would scurry over to the edge of my window and just gaze at its beauty. I wondered magnificently about it. I wanted to touch it, explore it until its knowledge became second nature. And then those nights when it disappeared, I had a sudden pain in my heart. It was…sad. Clouds surrounded the night sky, obscuring the moon from me. I cried one night. I didn't want it to leave me. Then it would come back and I had the goofiest smile plastered on my face. You could imagine how hard it was just sitting there, looking up, wondering about something you'll never get to touch. Meanwhile, I would hear arguing ensue between my parents. I found comfort in the glow of the moon, the serenity it represented as it coexisted with the stars.

I wondered 'Why can't people be like that?'

Embrace beauty rather than compete. Harmonize with one another than fight. Become a shining beam of hope rather than a sign of destruction.

It meant a lot to me only now I've grown up and realized my innocence back then allowed me to continue believing in miracles.

Luka reminds of it. Something so beautiful yet so far away even when we're standing face to face. I'm brought back to that vulnerable little girl waiting for a miracle, a sign that I'm not as hopeless as I think I am. I want to go back just to feel like I'm worth more, just like I did ten years ago.

I feel like I can help her.

Only question is will she let me?

The school bell rings and my thoughts slowly drift back to reality. My phone vibrates with several notifications. I don't bother to check; I'm too caught up in a haze of nostalgia. So, I walk straight to class, seemingly emotionless through the hallways and past the crowd.

I have high hopes regarding the semester. There's always struggle before success and I figure I got shit for the entire first day just to be more grateful. Sitting in class and learning sounds better than being in the midst of drama. God knows I had enough of that. Then again, it was an interesting experience. Usually, I'm consumed with an academic agenda. It's sort of been built into me. I fear anything lower than an A. It's due to my drive to keep my father pleased. I have this plan, this hopefulness that coming out won't be as difficult as I predict it to be. Sad to say but I don't think my academic achievements will make a difference. No 4.0 GPA or scholarship or Ivy League can sugarcoat it. To my dad and possibly my mother, being gay is gay. It only sounds wrong. That enough disregards any attempt to soothe the process.

And that's why I refuse to do it alone.

I need someone. I want someone. I can't bear announcing it without proving to my dad that I won't be a stereotype. I always liked feminine girls. Girls that paint their nails, like to feel pretty in skirts and dresses, girls like Luka and Miki. Someone I can be equal to without some order of control. No gender role just equality between us.

Its wishful thinking but I know it's possible. And I think I just made the first step. Hopefully she'll follow soon.

The sound of metal and chattering students surround me. Meanwhile, I'm rummaging through my locker. As soon as the metal door closes, I'm met with steel-blue eyes.

"Jesus, Lily," I gasp, "Don't sneak up on me."

The blonde laughs.

"Sorry," she adds, "You're cute when you get scared."

I roll my eyes.

"Does that mean you're never going to stop?"

"Mm, pretty much."

I fight off a smile but knowing Lily, she'll manage to let it blossom.

"You can't blame me though," she adds, "Something about you, pigtails."

I snort and my lips twitch into a curve. The blonde just made me blush and I'm more embarrassed than flattered.

"Not to mention that you look nice today. Is it for me?"

Lily's trademark smirk takes it form upon her features. She already knows my answer but of course the blonde loves to tease at any given opportunity. Yet before I decide to bluntly respond, an idea crosses my mind.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Lily's smirk falters but she's quick to reinforce it with a wider grin. She steps closer and tilts her head with a quick once-over.

"Well then I guess it's up to me to find out," she says, "And how will I ever…

"Okay, stop."

The blonde laughs and my blush intensifies. I can't keep it up; especially with Lily. I don't what's she capable of and I don't think I ever want to know.

"Don't play with fire, honey," she says, "Well, unless it's Luka then I can understand."

At the mention of my crush, I divert eye contact with the blonde. Of course, Lily notices right away.

"Something happen?"

Shit.

I get the feeling she can smell Luka off of me. Just being around her radius is enough to get Lily protective.

"Um…well, this morning…"

I fidget with the hem of my shirt as I struggle to respond.

"It was pretty understandable though, I mean I was being-

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I notice a familiar group walking down the hallway. My voice fades under a whisper and Lily steps closer as a result.

"Being what?"

My breath hitches as I take in the presence of Luka Megurine. Meiko follows along with some other friends. It would be normal for me to just stare and let the butterflies swarm but instead, agitation dominates the feeling. My surroundings are disregarded as I lock onto the view of my cousin walking alongside my crush. Neru is engrossed with Luka only the latter seems uninterested as she simply nods along. They come to a complete stop; Luka leans against one of the lockers as Meiko proceeds to open the one beside her. Meanwhile her friends just chatter away, snickering about god-knows-what.

As I continue to observe the scene, I hear Lily curse under her breath. She notices the sight only I expect her agitation aimed at Luka. All the while, I'm bitch-facing my cousin. It must be priceless how Lily and I are staring daggers together. It's as if we're bonding and ready to tear limbs like a pair of wolves.

Suddenly, Luka glances at me and I instantly force my sight onto Lily's form.

"Shit," I mutter.

I'm met with a clear view of cleavage. I shouldn't be surprised as the blonde increased our proximity just seconds ago but the fact that I can't find the will to stop looking contributes to my current shame. I feel guilt already for my sudden irrational behavior. I got too caught up with trying to murder Neru with my eyes that I must have added Luka along the way. And as a result, I've erupted with remorse and utter embarrassment.

My face feels hot, ears burn with a tingling sensation traveling up my back. I can't even find the will to step away from Lily as her boobs are clearly in my face. Although, I have to admit they're pretty nice. I bet their squishy.

Shit.

As soon as I finally move back from the blonde, she reaches for me and pins me against the lockers. The impact causes me to yelp and I struggle to form words as I realize the state I'm in. Lily's holding me rather intimately and before I can protest, she moves closer until she's whispering into my ear.

"Open your locker."

I immediately comply, turning around and biting back an insult as Lily straightens up behind me. Something tells me she's on to something and I can't help my curiosity from letting me oblige. The metal door clicks and Lily does the favor of opening it herself. She leaves it half-way and before I can inquire her intentions, she steps closer and holds me. By instinct, I stand on my tippy toes and the blonde simply stares at me, face barely an inch apart from mine. I get a strong dose of her peppermint scent. Her steel-blue eyes lock onto me with great intensity. I'm dumbfounded at first but panic is quick to overwhelm me as I remember Luka is only a few feet away. Only I can't check her reaction as I notice the locker-door blocks my sight.

I get it now.

It serves as a cover and a tool for an illusion. Anyone can assume we're being intimate but Luka's perspective only intensifies the assumption. In fact, I bet from her view, it only looks worse; as if we're making out and enjoying it at that. Of course, Lily and I are only staring at each other, letting the moment take over. Eventually, it gets awkward but before I can interject, I hear Meiko's voice.

"Luka, where the hell are you going?"

I gulp and Lily smirks before pulling back. Footsteps come closer and suddenly, I feel a great aura of undeniable anger cross us. Turquoise eyes lock onto me for a second. And within that second, I catch a glimpse of scorching jealousy. That itself is enough to confirm it all.

I can't tell whether I fucked up or made the situation better. Yet, judging from Lily's next remark, I think I'm screwed either way.

"Damn, she must REALLY like you," she adds, "that or she's just horny."

That moment called for more than just answers and questions. There was opportunity. And despite Lily's vulgar words, she was on to something more.

By English class, it became excruciatingly difficult to focus. Luka completely disregarded me. I expected a glance or a gaze but it never came. The only response I really got from her was a quick snatch of my homework. Everyone else, even the annoying Hibiki, received some sort of seemingly kind gesture though. I didn't know what to think of it but I felt like shit. That itself was enough to get my day to go down-under. Not even Teto and Ritsu, with their witty and spontaneous humor, could get me to forget Luka's cold demeanor.

"You know, Miki, you have full eyebrows. You should come over and let me work on them."

"For fuck sakes, it's MIKU!"

The two are at it again, sitting beside me during nutrition with beauty goals to share.

"I can get you looking like Edie Sedgwick," Ritsu adds, "before Warhol, of course."

"What's wrong with AFTER Warhol?" Teto asks rather defensively.

"Well, y'know, without the drugs and tragedy."

"Beauty IS Tragedy."

"Bitch, Beauty is Innocence."

I groan and the two begin to dispute. Although I do admit their concepts are rather interesting but I'm just too crapped up to care at the moment. Suddenly, a familiar voice intervenes and I instantly look up to greet the source.

"You guys look ridiculous."

Rin Kagamine stands before me. Her honey-colored eyes shift between me and the duo, scowl deepening by the second. I get the feeling she isn't too fond of my apparent "friends". Whatever the case doesn't interest me. In fact, what DOES interest me is the girl standing beside her. She looks highly familiar. She's sporting a simple wife-beater and short-shorts that allow the impressive length and form of her legs to show. The V-cut style of her rosy-red hair accentuates her high-ponytail with spikey ends. And just when it all comes together her, she beams.

"Hey, I know you!"

Something clicks at the sound of her voice. It's the girl from the gym.

"OH YEAH!"

Our enthusiasm causes confusion among the table. Rin seems annoyed although Ritsu and Teto observe us with interest.

"You guys already met?" the blonde asks.

"Kind of, yeah," I reply, "She's a lifesaver."

The girl winks before laughing.

"Yeah, I'm the door-girl."

"What the hell is she talking about?" Rin asks, shifting her eyes cautiously between us.

I snicker before responding.

"I couldn't get into the gym during 6th period but thanks to…oh, I'm sorry! What's your name?"

The girl grins.

"Nicul Kitamura, although everyone just calls me 'Cul," she adds, "And you are?"

Before I can answer, Rin suddenly butts in. She responds for me, totally disregarding the presence of Ritsu and Teto. The duo takes no offence although they do express their curiosity in a rather interesting approach. In fact, it seems sarcastic and they both seem to be fighting off a smile.

"Wow, Rin," Ritsu says, "Haven't changed, have you? Still awkwardly protective."

The blonde rolls her eyes.

"And what do you know?"

"I should be asking you that," Ritsu adds, "Seeing how it's painfully obvious."

Now it's me who's confused. I don't know what the red-head is implying but judging from their recent interaction, there is definitely history. I remember when I confronted Rin regarding my kiss with Lily, there was undeniable tension between Ritsu and her. They just stared at each other, almost as if they were waiting for some kind of reaction.

"It's rather penetrating, huh?" Teto snorts.

Ritsu suddenly slaps the snickering girl's arm. She winces but continues to smile goofily at the blonde.

"I meant to the mind," Teto adds, "It…pierces into you."

I'm not catching on but whatever drill-pigtails said managed to get Ritsu to abruptly leave the table. Teto follows, almost panicking as she hurries after her.

"I was just joking!"

With the absence of the duo, things only get even more confusing. Rin is blushing for some reason. Meanwhile, Cul and I simply stare at her with no knowledge that can pinpoint the blonde's discomfort.

"Those two are stupid," Rin mutters before shaking her head, "anyway I just need to tell you how much of an idiot you are."

I straighten up in my seat.

"Okay?"

I have no idea what the blonde if trying to get at. In fact, she's sort of been a bitch since she showed up minutes ago. Yet before I can question her behavior, Cul does the liberty of letting me know what's gotten up Rin's ass.

"Sorry, she's just irritated that you ran off with her key."

Shit.

Of course, I should have known.

"Oh god, sorry, it's just that I…

With yesterday's events in mind comes yesterday's bullshit. And yesterday's bullshit contains more than first day jitters. It involves a very vivid and breath-taking memory of Luka and me. I become flustered right away, clearing my throat with desperate attempt to hide my flustered state.

"I just got…caught up," I awkwardly reply, "I had no time to return it, sorry."

"Well, we both were in a hurry," the blonde sighs, "I should have at least texted you or something….speaking of which."

The moment calls for an exchange of phone numbers. Cul even offers hers yet judging by Rin's expression, she isn't too fond it. This actually irritates me. By now, I know the blonde has a short temper but this is just ridiculous.

"So are you two dating?" I ask.

Cul laughs meanwhile Rin just rolls her eyes.

"Oh no," the redhead responds, "She's just…on guard."

"And why is that?"

"Because a certain someone is being a dumbass," Rin says, "What part of 'not interested' do you not get?"

I immediately assume she's referring to me but before I can retort, Cul responds to the blonde.

"It doesn't hurt to try."

"I already told you Miku likes someone already," Rin adds, "And trust me, there is no hope compared to her."

Fucking shit.

Did Rin just openly state my secret?

"Wait, WHAT?"

Rin panics for a second.

"Uh, I meant like, well, you DO like someone."

"That's not the case, Rin," I snap, "I told you not to tell who I like."

"I didn't!" the blonde protests, "the only thing that slipped was-

"Seriously, I can't believe you told her about Luka."

Suddenly, an awkward silence commences.

"I…didn't," Rin adds cautiously.

My stomach drops.

Now, it's easy to say that this is entirely my fault. I mean, duh, right? I was quick to assume. I panicked to the point where I deliberately dropped a name. And so I should accept whatever follows.

Only thing is….I can't.

I sit quiet. I let my eyes pierce an awkward and unwelcoming vibe into Rin and Cul. The blonde can't help but wince, probably nervous I might smack her for leading me into a mistake. To be frank, this is all just an outcome of miscommunication. Then again, that's just sugarcoating it.

Rin told someone and even though she didn't expose my crush as Luka, she still broke my word in the first place.

"Fuck, I am SO sorry," the blonde desperately pleads, "this is my entire fault, god, I am SO stupid."

I want to say it's okay. After all, it's ridiculous I'm freaking over a crush. It's natural to find someone attractive and hope for some kind of connection. Only this is actually serious in terms of my identity. No one has the right to out me. Yet above all, it's disgusting that I'm facing fear with the fact that someone knows anything regarding Luka and me.

"If it helps, I won't say anything."

It's nice that Cul is offering assurance. Even so, I can't help but panic.

"Trust her, Miku," Rin pleas, "I swear it just came up. I didn't mean it. Cul asked about you and I just wanted to lay it out that it couldn't be helped. You liked someone and that was it."

"Yeah," Cul adds, "but now that I know its Luka you like, I assume you're only into tall bombshells and not 5'4'' jocks like me."

The redhead chuckles although I can tell she's discouraged by my certain 'taste'.

"Though, you do know that Luka isn't that way so…y'know, sorry about that."

'Luka isn't that way.'

I have to bite my tongue to prevent me from laughing. It's actually hilarious hearing someone say that. The rainbow above her head couldn't get any brighter and bigger now. Lily made it more than clear that Luka is a liar and a temptress. I could add more but none can top the undeniable evidence that she's gayer than Batman's nipple suit.

"Uh, well…I-

"Please don't hate me."

"Rin, no," I snicker, "I admit I was a little pissed but, well, it's not like Cul is going to blab it off."

The blonde nods before glancing at the red-head beside her. She seems deep into thought all of sudden, like she's pondering on my hopeful assumption. Before I can inquire, Rin nudges the girl.

"Uh, y-yeah," Cul rushes to say, "Don't worry about it."

I cock an eyebrow, unsurely with the redhead's hesitation.

"I know it's weird but I'm really sensitive about this."

"Oh, it's not that," the red-head adds, "I just realized how awesome it would be if Luka was actually gay."

I laugh and Rin rolls her eyes.

"Quick to dream, aren't you?"

Dream my ass but not dare say aloud. I respect Luka's privacy but I'll be damned if she thinks I can be another one of her pawns.

So as I allow Rin's 'mistake' to slide, I gained a new friend who happens to fancy me. Although, I do hope she keeps her word. I have a feeling she will, after all she's friends with Rin and she hates like 97% of the student body at this school. The other 3% happens to be me, Lily, and Cul from what I can gather.

Besides that awkward moment, the anticipation of checking out of my Arts and Crafts class is quick to overcome it. It's not Luka's attentive gaze I'm worried about though. I just hope Lily doesn't worsen the situation by pulling another one of her provocative 'illusions'. It's nice to see jealousy out of my crush but I'm worried it'll just add to any negative feelings toward me. The last thing I want is Luka to hate me. Yet, with Lily on the lead, it's pretty difficult to see any good come out of her plans with the intention is just to piss her off.

And piss her off indeed she does.

To my luck, the class seemed busy. Everyone happened to be engrossed with the idea of the current project. Students were left and right, either sitting at their desks or searching for materials at the back of the room. The teacher would holler every now and then, taking attendance as the classroom progressed. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but scan the area with hopes of a certain pair of turquoise eyes focused on me. Unfortunately, she seemed to be having fun, snickering over something at her table with her usual group. Before I can sneer at the sight of her bitchy but painfully pretty friends, the teacher inquires my seemingly aimless state.

"Something wrong?"

I blink in confusion before focusing on the man before me. He's lanky but dressed in a classy casual suit.

"Uh, a-hem, n-no," I stutter, "I-uh just need you to check me out."

"I can take over from here, Mr. Kiyoteru."

Kaito's voice only sends me further over the edge. He may come off jokingly and pleasant but the fact that Luka is in my class makes it difficult to talk to him right now. I get this eerie feeling that's she's watching me, only I can't tell as my back is turned toward her. I'm tempted to sneak a glance but that will only add to the ridiculousness of the situation. After all, I don't owe Luka anything.

"Kaito, sit down," Mr. Kiyoteru bluntly states.

"C'mon Mr. Kiyoteru, it's not every day a girl asks you to 'check her out'."

Of course Kaito would point out a double meaning behind my request. And while I do find it childish, his approach passes with his attractive appearance. The monochromatic nature of his hair and eyes really define his appeal.

"So let me do the honors," he cheekily adds.

Mr. Kiyoteru sighs before returning his attention to me.

"Sorry, lemme see it."

I comply and immediately offer the form. Meanwhile, Kaito tries to strike up some sort of conversation as I wait.

"So what's the deal?"

At this point, I really don't want to deal with him right now so without much thought, I respond with the best answer I can come up with.

"Nothing."

I can sense that he's taken back yet he manages to respond in his usual chirpy tone.

"I was just…well you didn't text back. Are you okay?"

I almost roll my eyes at him. It's bitchy, I know but I can't help myself. I don't mean any negativity toward him but with Luka just across the room, my mind is already being consumed with more than irritation toward her.

"Mm, sorry," I sigh, "I just…there's a lot…going on."

It's a truthful statement but a discouraging one at that but Kaito takes it surprisingly fine.

"Well, I know it might not do much but I'm here, y'know," he adds with a smile, "If you ever wanna talk."

I nod although I wish I could show much more appreciation for the boy's offer. Something seems…genuine about him, as if he's the real deal about now.

"I'll keep that in mind, Kaito," I reply, "but right now it's best I just try…shrugging it off or something."

He nods and just when I think I'm safe for him to leave alone, he tries to initiate a hug. Of course, I awkwardly dodge it in the process which only adds to his disappointment. I actually feel bad for him but I can't lead him on. Especially when I have to sort out whatever the hell Luka and I have for each other. I already have 'screw one's brain out' on the list but I'm hoping for more sentimental additions. I sigh at the thought and just when Mr. Kiyoteru returns my form, I feel a nudge at my side.

"Are you just going to stand here?" Rin asks, "Class started minutes ago."

"I'm switching out," I shrug before adding, "no point, anyway."

The blonde's curious expression falters.

"What? Why?"

"Had to for gym," I reply, "otherwise, I'm stuck a cheerleader."

The blonde snickers.

"Well, I suppose that's good although I admit it would have been interesting if you just went with it."

She's got a point there. Even I think the idea of being part of the cheer team would have led to interesting situations. Aside from pissing off Neru, I'm sure along the way Luka and I would get to know each other more. Not to mention through conventional means which makes it sound all the better.

I sigh and Rin pats me on the back. Judging from her expression, I bet she can sense the inner turmoil occurring in my head. I wonder if Lily can sense it as well.

At the thought of the blonde, I can't help but notice she hasn't arrived to class yet. Her seat is empty and usually by now she's already teasing me or sending daggers toward Luka's way. I frown at her sudden absence yet before I can inquire Rin regarding her, a coincidence occurs.

"Lily Masuda!"

As soon as the teacher shouts the blonde's name, she enters the classroom.

"You're lucky, Masuda."

"Gimme a break, 5 minutes isn't a big deal."

She immediately comes off agitated. Yet, despite the negative aura radiating from her cold stare and hostile approach, I find the will to smile at her. Unfortunately, it seems Lily isn't in the mood to receive kind gestures. She completely blows me off with immediate disregard to my presence.

"What's her problem?" Rin whispers.

I shrug although I have a few ideas. Besides the Luka situation, maybe Lily is having some personal problems of her own.

"I don't know," I add, "Bad day, perhaps?"

"Don't be a smartass, Lily."

The teacher's firm tone does little to affect the blonde.

"And where's Megumi?"

I didn't notice before but one of Luka's friends is missing. Of course, I pay no mind but Meiko seems to have a big problem with the girl's absence.

"I don't know," the brunette adds, "Bitch just up and left like-OW!"

The class snickers after Luka slaps Meiko on the arm.

"Well, she did!" she retorts.

As if on cue, Gumi suddenly walks into the classroom. I can't read her as much as Lily but one thing is for sure. Gumi is nervous and her sight is locked onto the floor. Now, maybe she's just scared from arriving late but the second I see a strange reaction from Lily toward her, I get a sudden chill.

By now, I know the blonde is a flirt so I shouldn't be surprised to see her smirking at Gumi with some possible perverted fantasy upon her body. And I also shouldn't be surprised that the two have some sort of history as she and the blonde used to be friends. Only I can't seem to put those safe assumptions aside as I notice a most irritating exchange between them.

As soon as Gumi crosses the space between her and Lily, I notice a very crimson blush creeping on her features. She looks guilty and the expression deepens as the blonde continues to watch her. Gumi clears her throat but once she sits down, leave it to Meiko to get my brain riled up.

"Gumi, zip up your fucking pants," she scoffs, "what are you? Eight?"

Okay, so maybe Gumi is just really bad at maintaining herself after using the restroom. Maybe Lily is snickering because she managed to get the girl flustering over her intense steel-blue eyes. And maybe, just maybe, one of Luka's friends is glancing between the two because she senses the same thing as me.

Only she seems pissed.

"Eight? More like she was ATE just now."

The statement causes confusion among Luka's table and as soon as Mr. Kiyoteru intervenes to scold the girls, the meaning dawns to them and their reactions couldn't be anymore priceless.

Luka is calm the entire time an argument ensues. Meanwhile, Maika's remark has triggered Gumi's feelings into an act of constant denial.

"Maika! Gumi! CHILL!" Meiko hollers.

The brunette does little to help. In fact, her grip around Gumi has only allowed Maiko to slap her without getting smacked back. And instead of helping, Luka just continues to work on her assignment as the mayhem occurs inches from her.

"See, this is why they should separate the cheerleaders," Rin mutters.

That isn't the problem. What should be done is separation between Lily and the cheerleaders because seems to me like the blonde brew up an intense dispute between Gumi and Maika. The cause must be associating with her, no doubt about it but above all, it's leading to second thoughts regarding her interest toward my best friend.

I'm not expecting the two to form anything near a serious relationship. If anything, Lily and Miki will probably just fool around. Yet I will be DAMNED if I allow the blonde to include my best friend in her one of her games.

Besides the ruckus of girly shrieking and hollering students, none can be more annoying than Lily's trademark smirk. Even Kaito has barged into the scene with hopes of calming the situation.

"Catfight!"

"SHUT UP, AL!"

I roll my eyes and decide to totally rid myself of such an unpleasant atmosphere. Even from outside I can tell there's drama unfolding in the classroom. It's only a matter of time before a dean interferes and as friendly as Mr. Maury seems, I know he doesn't tolerate verbal disputes.

With the thought of my Yearbook class, all seems to ease into a rational state of mind. I can't say the same for gym as it is only a mere reminder of what I'll face later on today. Locker rooms full of athletic girls, notably Luka Megurine cause a shudder through me. And despite the awkward tension and total 180 of her personality, she still manages to get me hot and bothered with a simple thought of her glorious body; hence the reason why I got smacked in the face with a dodge-ball moments ago.

As painful as it seemed and as much as Coach Haku worried, I was numb to it all. It's amazing how something emotional can be far worse than a physical blow. I'm sure Lily can agree as I am ready to bombard her with questions concerning her interest upon my best friend.

"Pigtails!"

Of course, she manages to find me before class. Despite her usual mood, I can't help but respond with a bitch-face. She seriously has a lot of explaining to do.

"Wow, I could just kiss you right now."

"Shut up, Lily."

"What's gotten into you?" the blonde chuckles.

"Don't think I didn't notice what was going on between you and Gumi," I scowl.

The blonde blinks in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Don't play stupid."

As expected, the blonde's façade drops and she allows herself to bask in the humor of it all. She's laughing, bending over as she holds onto my shoulder for support.

"Oh, man," she snorts, "Of course, you noticed of all people."

"Yeah, well, I keep a watchful eye," I add, "Especially on those interested in my best friend."

Lily shoots up, a serious expression suddenly taking its form upon her features.

"Okay, I can explain," she calmly states, "that has nothing to do with Miki."

"It has everything to do with Miki," I snap, "If you like my best friend, you wouldn't be off fooling with other girls!"

"Hey! Hey! She isn't my girlfriend."

"And never will be if you keep it up."

Lily bites her lip, holding her tongue from adding any more fuel to the fire. Meanwhile, it couldn't be any more obvious that I am more than disappointed with the blonde. After all, she showed great interest in Miki and here she is, sleeping around to gain some attention from an old flame. Speaking of which, I should give my two-cents regarding THAT situation.

"And it's not working by the way," I add, "Luka doesn't care who you sleep with so why are you aiming for her friends?"

"Because if you fuck mine then I'll fuck yours," Lily says, "and trust me, I hit home."

The blonde winks, a shit-eating grin taking its form as I realize I can't doubt her knowledge. After all, she knows Luka and I have nothing on her.

At least not yet, that is.

"Fuck you, Lily," I mutter.

"You saw it, she was quiet and totally unresponsive to her surroundings," she adds, "It's always like that when something bothers her."

I take note, realizing my observations support Lily's personal reflections on the beauty. And while seeing is my religion, Lily has done the unthinkable. The taboo, the danger, she's met both the angel and the devil through Luka Megurine.

As difficult as it is for me to switch the topic, I must go back to more important matters. My best friend Miki doesn't deserve any bullshit and I am going to make it clear.

"Put it aside for now," I say, "Because there is a grave subject to be discussed between us."

Lily smirks.

"Go on then."

I can already tell she won't take me as seriously as I hope so. After all, I have a tendency to come off like a barking puppy; all adorable and aggressive until I bite.

"I could easily just get to the point...y'know, just say I will hurt you if worse comes to worse."

The blonde snickers yet before she can add a possible smartass remark, I make my intentions more than clear.

"Fuck physical pain. Fuck breaking your arms and your legs and smashing your skull into a pile of bones and scattering brains. I will make it very difficult for you to live, Lily. The idea of you breathing will revolt you. I'm talking pain worse than surgery without anesthesia, far worse than childbirth, and kidney stones. I will make your life a living hell."

Our eyes lock; no expression except solemnity between us.

"Understand?"

The blonde simply stares at me, seemingly turned to stone as her steel-blue eyes darken in hue. And just when I confirm I made myself clear, the corner of her mouth twitches.

"I think I just wet myself from hearing you say that."

Here it goes.

Lily may be taller, and stronger, and probably more street-smart but she fails to grasp the reality of this situation. With confusion and lack of response, many things can occur. For example, the wristlock I just set on her is causing excruciating pain by simply applying pressure on the sensitive joint attaching her wrist to her hand.

"SHIT!"

"This is a rotational wristlock, Lily" I state, "Care to learn more?"

The blonde manages to laugh through her obvious pain.

"Depends, do I get to-FUCK! AUGH! SHIT! OKAY! FUCK!"

To Lily's relief, I release her and she immediately nurses her pained joint in timid fashion. I almost laugh at the unusual scene but the urge quickly dies at the unsettling sight of her eyes shooting daggers at me.

"Dammit, Miku!" she sneers, "That hurt!"

I take a step back, frightful that I went too far.

"L-Lily, I'm so-

"Besides tongue, I use my hand, Miku," she adds, "I was going to give Miki la petire mort but now you ruined her chances."

It doesn't take much for me to realize the meaning behind her last statement. I don't speak much French but the addition of hand and tongue in the same sentence gives me an idea what Lily means. And just my best friend's name in the sentence is enough to set me off.

Her trademark smirk returns and I instantly lunch at her.

"Get your fucking ass over here!"

The blonde makes a run for it, laughing until she disappears down the stairs. Meanwhile, with anger still fuming inside me, I manage to proceed to class without wasting any more time.

Even so, her name still manages to follow me afterwards.

Lily is mentioned in my Yearbook class. She wasn't kidding about her dedicated contribution to feminism and music. And judging from her workspace, she is certainly tidy. Papers are organized in neat bins, folders arranged in alphabetical order. From national to worldwide topics, written brainstorms are still in the works. Various photos of iconic women are set under her transparent desk, showcasing memorable quotes and events. There's Bette Davis, Joan Jett, Rosie the Riveter, and others I fail to recognize much to my dismay.

"She is by far one of Vokal Lloyd's most prized writers," the instructor gushes.

I nod in agreement although the intimidation is quick to consume me. Despite Lily's usual antics, she is an intelligent individual.

"I've been encouraging her non-stop to join various contests but she's quite stubborn."

That I can see. Lily's carefree attitude only worsens that trait although I would like to know why the blonde doesn't involve herself in gaining some scholarship money. She's a senior and it's really only a matter of time before college. As a matter of fact, by now, admission letters have hit most of the majority of the seniors. It makes me wonder what Lily has planned after high school.

I wonder what Luka plans as well.

One step in the gym locker rooms and my heart begins to beat frantically. Her presence doesn't even have to be physical; just her sense of spirituality is enough to drive my thoughts into a rambling mess. Such a state of mind only worsens as Ms. Bazel instructs her plans for the following three weeks of punishment. So far this week calls for cleanliness of the locker rooms from the showers to the restrooms. She even wants me to check the closets, probably in hopes that a giant spider eats me.

"I don't want a half-ass job," she says, "Spick and span,"

"Got it, spit and spam,"

"NO, I said SPICK and SPAN."

"That's what I said, spit and spam."

"SPICK AND SPAN!" she repeats, "Don't play with me!"

As soon as she marches off, I roll my eyes. Ms. Bazel continues to yell which doesn't surprise me at the least.

"Get to dressing and get out! Shut up, Meiko!"

Despite the presence of Luka's friends, I managed to continue my duties; all the while, struggling to stray my thoughts from a certain memory. It couldn't be helped though as I fail to do so anyway. The area radiated with a familiar feeling. I couldn't tell whether I was nervous or turned on but even so, I was beginning to lose myself from it. As a matter of fact, I became so desperate to regain logic that I almost broke the broom handle. A crack came as a result and I thank god I didn't snap the item. Ms. Bazel would have added another week for that accident.

Although, I wouldn't be able to say it wasn't my fault. I was abusing the poor thing from my inner turmoil.

Surprisingly, I rarely even saw the source in the locker rooms. And even when we were at actual close range, Luka continued to ignore me. She seemed normal during English class; well, to the public eye, of course. I had to keep reminding myself she was simply putting on a show. It became a struggle throughout class. I'm always so focused. Unfortunately, this dilemma made my mind race through different directions. I'm grateful for my elective as it acts as a major stress-reliever. Even Lily became helpful despite her usual manners. With her recommendation, I got access to my original plans for Vokal Lloyd. I joined the Journalist Committee and I was set for two assignments regarding the school's upcoming Senior Picnic. At that moment, I felt the genuine excitement of a new year. There was no drama just school spirit driving me into the healthy path of high school life.

Then the following Thursday, the drama returned.

Out of all people, it was Meiko who approached me after school. I was in the midst of disinfecting the lockers and she happen to be right across from me. It took a while for her to finally say a word. Her watchful eyes added more discomfort than the usual.

"It's Miku, right?"

I did a double-take at the unusual tone of her voice. She was being friendly for some odd reason.

"Uh, y-yeah."

I could tell she was on to something. Her friends only added to the assumption. They kept staring at me, eyeing me curiously as Meiko continued to try sparking some conversation between us.

"Of course I was right, I've been hearing your name a lot lately."

I immediately assumed I was screwed on the spot. Either due to Kaito or Luka's involvement, I felt like any second now Meiko was going to scar me in ways never thought possible.

Even so, I managed to respond; stuttering like a fool anyway.

"Ahem, a-and?"

Her friends were humored, snickering and snorting at my awkward behavior. Meiko on the other hand, continued to smile. Her gentle state was eerie yet at the same time, it was amusing to see. I admit she looked way better right now despite the hidden agenda evident in her eyes.

"Nothing, it's just I can see why you're so…interesting."

Pearly whites came into sight and her eyes suddenly gleamed with undeniable interest.

"I mean, there's always jealousy behind shit-talking."

"Of course you would understand that very clearly," one of her friends quipped.

"Fuck off, Avanna," Meiko stated through clenched teeth.

The creepy part is that she managed to say that with a smile. Not to mention she kept her eyes locked onto me the entire time.

"Anyways, so listen, I just wanted to clear some things between you and me."

At that moment, I was tempted to run away but just the thought of worsening her intentions froze me on the spot.

"No hard feelings, I realize I was a complete bitch to you the first few days."

Avanna claps, mocking a boast for the brunette.

"Wow! Tis' a miracle!"

"I said FUCK OFF, Avanna!"

Avanna abruptly stops but maintains her smile upon the situation. Suddenly, as if it couldn't get any more awkward, Luka shows up.

At first, she pauses for a second from the sight of me. I assume she's just thrown off by the scene of Meiko and I without any sign of a struggle between us.

"What's going on?"

Her tone was cautious, almost aggressive as she continued to eye me and the group. I could see why but her friends were completely oblivious. They apparently don't know her as much as one would guess.

"Oh, nothing much, just trying to get to know Miku here. She's quite interesting don't you think so?"

At that point, Luka was more than suspicious. In fact, something snapped in her.

"How would I know?"

Turquoise eyes locked on to me for a second but it was enough to read 'denial'. Too bad her friends didn't notice. One gaze at those eyes and many secrets could be previewed to the beholder. As for me, it took a lot not to slam the beauty. To do so would have been satisfactory but unlike her, I'm not so cynical.

"Well, I would like to."

I should have thanked Meiko for that response because it certainly struck a nerve in Luka. Turquoise eyes narrowed for a second; eyebrow lowered with a scowl. It could pass as a displeasing expression but I sensed more than that.

"Is that so?"

Her tone was cold yet on the contrary, I warmed up as a result. She was jealous and that itself was thrilling enough to see. Even Meiko picked up the strange connection between Luka and me. Of course, she miscommunicated the tension.

"Okay, so what got up your ass today? Miku's foot?"

As her friends laughed, Luka maintained her cool; all the while, resuming her cold stare upon me. By then, she was observing me rather than staring daggers. I'd like to think it was due to my disheveled state. I looked like shit and I knew it. I changed into my gym clothes to avoid stains and future disgusting stenches.

"Well, you look like a mess," she said in a casual fashion.

Her tone was definitely off and I couldn't help myself at that point. Whatever reason for her charade didn't interest me anymore. So with a snap, I responded to the beauty with the very answer she deserved.

"I could say the same to you, Megurine."

Her friends laughed, including Meiko, who was more amused out of all of them.

"She got you there, Luka," she quipped, "Where did you run off by the way? You disappeared from practice."

"I hope this won't be frequent, Luka," Avanna adds.

Suddenly, as if her friends' scolding were enough, Luka sets off and slams her locker in frustration. They jump although I keep my ground, unmoving even as my crush brushes past me.

"Seriously, what the HELL has gotten into her?"

I wish I could have answered Mieko but I was in no place to say. Now I know why Lily was so discouraged at the beginning. I sure have empathy for the blonde now.

The following Friday…

Things still remained awkward but at a tolerable level. In fact, after that unfortunate event, things only got stranger. Aside from Meiko being awfully nice to me, I began to receive weird glances from random students. I didn't pay much mind but it did bother me in the slightest. They seemed…fascinated. I'd like to think it was because of my outfits or even my hair but something told me otherwise. I figured the reason was due to Lily's association with me. After all, the blonde was quite intimidating.

Yet, out of everyone, the weirdest form of attention I received was from Kaito Shion. He seemed on edge, even a bit discouraged. During Health, he constantly stared at me from across the room. Even after being scolded he continued his awkward glances and lingering gazes upon me. Eventually, he got kicked out of class for it. Unlike the other students, I found it no laughing matter.

Something was definitely off.

Kaito wasn't staring with his usual interest. He was looking out of caution.

"I'm telling you, Miku, you're just being paranoid, baby."

Despite my best friend's condolence, I continued to worry about the reason behind everyone's strange behavior.

"No, you don't understand," I add before flopping onto her bed, "It's weird, like, really, really fucking weird."

Miki laughs, all the while maintaining an impressive focus on applying her make-up. We were in the midst of readying ourselves for Kaito's party and while Miki was set with her choices, I was spending time moping in her room.

"I'm sure you're just over-exaggerating," the redhead adds, "Like post-anxiety over Luka's snatch."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Doesn't have to, I'm beautiful."

I roll my eyes. Of course, Lily Masuda has managed to influence my best friend. They've been at it via text messaging since exchanging contact information. And while Miki can't help but gush about the blonde, Lily seems to be rather nonchalant about the entire thing. I've already confronted her; stating detailed means of torture if she fucked over my best friend. I'm sure it sunk in by now except Lily isn't showing as much interest in Miki as she would hope so.

"Miki," I sigh, "What do you want from Lily?"

My best friend snorts.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I suppose but that still doesn't answer my question."

Miki groans.

"Nothing ever does, huh?"

Here she goes.

Miki and I have history and head-butting is one factor that has brought us closer. Usually, not a lot of girls can tolerate it but I'm lucky to have a friend that still maintains a mature mind regarding our differences. Only right now, I have to endure the first stage of our arguments.

Denial.

"For once, why can't you just NOT ask questions and let me learn on my own?"

"Um, do you not remember middle school?" I reply irritatingly, "Leon, Robby, Ryan, Jared, Dominic, Dominic's SISTER?!"

"She has a name, y'know!" Miki sneers.

"Dominica, whatever, that isn't the point!" I add, "I'm just worried, okay?"

"Well, save it, okay?"

And here is stage two: Anger.

"God, you are SUCH a T-blocker!"

Stage three: Bargaining.

"Let's go to this party and I'll even help you out with Luka, that sound good?"

Stage four: Depression

"Meanwhile Lily and I can….I mean like, well…I guess…FUCKN SHIT."

And stage five: Acceptance.

"I'm getting mixed signals, Miku!"

I knew it. As much as I hate to admit it, I knew Lily was going to pull something like this. Somehow, though, I feel like this is my fault. I intended to strike fear in the blonde, instead, it was guilt.

"Just give her time," I add, hoping desperately that the blonde isn't off with her usual antics.

There really is something wrong with the universe today. It's as if the call of Lily is truly upon those that speak her name. Coincidence or not, Miki's phone blasts with a phone-call from the blonde herself.

"Holy, crap!" my best friend exclaims, "Its Lily!"

Not even a minute ago and Miki was on the verge of quitting on Lily Masuda. I could have sworn it was possible but, knowing my best friend, she still holds on even when all seems vain.

"Where in the fuck are you?"

Okay, well at least Miki is being true to her emotions.

"Oh, very funny," she scoffs, "5 minutes, got it."

As soon as she hangs up, Miki jumps with glee. It's rather strange to see but I guess I can't blame her.

"She is SUCH a dreamboat," she sighs.

I snort.

"More like a raft if you ask me."

"Shut up and get dressed."

I roll my eyes. Of course, Miki would choose something as generic as short-shorts and a crop-top.

"Are you sure about that outfit? I already sense a fight over 'who copied who's swag' at the party."

"Well, at least I look ready for a party," Miki adds, "Better than your anime shit."

"You know, just because I'm wearing a tie and a skirt doesn't automatically mean I'm fucking cosplaying. This is a legit outfit for fuck sakes."

"Whatever, Miku Hatsune."

I know Miki's joking but she's right about the whole anime ordeal. Apparently, I was a very popular discussion for the school's anime club. There were some weird approaches during middle school. Of course, that only occurred whenever Miki was absent.

"God, that was fucking HILARIOUS," Miki gushes, "Kya! Miku is so kawaii desu!"

"Stop it."

"You're the seme to my uke, Miku."

"I said STOP."

"Mm mm, let me lick your Pocky sticks."

"Now, that's just nasty."

"So ecchi."

Fortunately for Miki, Lily arrives earlier than expected. Not only does she avoid my wrath but she calls shotgun the second Lily honks her horn.

"You do realize we're BOTH going to have to sit at the front, right?"

"Whatever loser," the redhead adds with a smile, "Let's get shit-faced."

By now, I know my best friend is going to get fucked up. And as usual, I plan to babysit her throughout the mess. Lucky for me, with the addition of Lily, I could probably have a drink of my own from time to time. I just hope I don't over-do it. I'm a lightweight after all.

The blonde greets us with her trademark smirk. Of course, she ogles Miki who takes pride in her current outfit. Although, I must admit she looks really good.

"Nujabes! Awesome!"

"You a fan, Miki?" Lily asks as she raises the music's volume.

It's a rather chill beat, very acoustic with a taste of hip-hop element.

"Yup, he passed away too soon," Miki frowns, "Tragic."

"Yeah…" Lily adds "What about you, Miku? Familiar?"

"I guess, but Miki knows more than me."

"You have some Chris Malinchak?" the red-head eagerly asks.

Lily chuckles.

"You bet I do, down for 'If you U got it'?"

"You know it." Miki replies.

A new tune plays on the radio, all the while, Lily and Miki resume their bonding. It's rather cute to witness the duo beside me happily engaged in a conversation. I don't even mind that I've been excluded during the majority of the ride. I'm at ease with the sweet rhythm of the beat; even the thought of Luka can't bring me down. Although, I'm sure it's only a matter of time before she does. I highly suspect she will show up at Kaito's party. The anticipation is almost killing me.

As for my current anxiety, Kaito is the one to blame. Something is definitely off with him and for the past few days, I've noticed more than just disappointment in his lingering gazes. If anything, he seemed observant toward my behavior; as if he was waiting for a sign of some sort. So far, Lily hasn't said anything about it. She seems to be good friends with the jock but she seems oblivious to these types of situations; unless it involves Luka, of course. On that note, I've been meaning to ask the blonde about her old phone but that subject has been avoided since Lily offered to expose its contents. In fact, she seems to still be debating whether or not to show me. It will definitely be discouraging if she decides not to although I admit I'm a bit reluctant to see Luka's secrets unfold.

It truly is our very own Pandora's Box.

Lily's truck suddenly comes to an abrupt stop. It is then that I notice that we have finally arrived to Kaito's party. He lives in a rather wealthy environment. His front-yard is large with teenagers coming in and out. Some are simply standing on the lawn, talking and drinking, while a few are struggling to even stand in the first place. Music is blasting from the inside, reverberating through the walls of his two-story house. A girl is already puking near the door and I can't help but wince at her guttural laugh.

"Shit, I sense a raid already," Miki mutters.

"Relax, the adults in this neighborhood aren't even here," Lily chuckles, "And if worse comes to worse, hold my hand and we can get the fuck out."

My best friend laughs and latches onto the blonde's side. Miki even proceeds to increase the intimacy by wrapping one of her hands around Lily's. The blonde allows it but I can't help but feel suspicious with her intentions. I know she likes Miki but I'm still on guard.

As soon as we enter the house, the usual party scene unfolds. Blaring house music, obnoxious teenagers fumbling and crowd the place. The atmosphere is already radiating with the stench of alcohol and weed. Miki reaches out for me and leads me through the crowd, all the while, following Lily who is swaying to the music as we cross the dance space. A strong dose of smoke suddenly hits me, a result from a poorly executed shotgun trick occurring beside me. We finally enter an open space without the overwhelming body heat and stench of sweat from the dancers. Despite that, I still continue to cough from the sudden exposure of second-hand smoke.

"Dam, pigtails," Lily laughs, "Already fucked up?"

"Shut up Lily," I mutter.

"Here," Miki says as she reaches for a drink from a nearby counter, "Take this."

I shake my head at the offer of a Dos Equis.

"C'mon, Pigtails," Lily quips, "I don't always drink beer, but when I do, I get fucked up."

"Heard that one before," Miki adds, "not so original, Lily."

"What the hell are you talking about? I really meant that."

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I notice a familiar figure approach us. I bite my lip, ready for the awkwardness to unfold.

"Pretty crowded, don't you think so Kaito?" Lily hollers.

The jock nods; a hopeful gleam in his eyes as he notices me standing beside the blonde. My gut suddenly twists and Miki nudges my side.

"THIS is Kaito?" she whispers, "Sucks to be him."

She snickers and I suddenly take the drink from her hand, downing it as I become desperate to cover the guilt inside me. Miki laughs and Lily can't help but watch me in awe as I take in the entire can with urgency fueling my sudden need for alcohol.

"Whoa there, Miku," Kaito awkwardly adds, "Calm down."

"She's already fucked," Miki snickers, "One drink and she's done for."

The jock grimaces, carefully inspecting me as I manage to avoid puking from the beer's strong taste. I'm not used to it but the warming-up effect could be of use now.

"Nice party!" Miki hollers.

"Thanks," Kaito replies.

"This is Miki," Lily adds with a smile, "Tell your boys to fuck off by the way."

Kaito laughs before glancing back at his friends.

"I'm glad you guys could make it," he says, eyeing me the most as he smiles in appreciation.

At this point, I'm so overwhelmed by his odd behavior. And as a result, I'm drinking another beer without even realizing it.

"Y'know, Miku, you could just ASK for a beer instead of taking mine instead," Miki says before pulling out a bigger bottle from her tote.

Lily laughs at the sudden sight of a Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey drink.

"I told you to not take that," I groan, attempting to take the bottle from my best friend.

I miss, already feeling the effects kick in. And as a result, I hiccup and my body instantly warms up.

"OH MY GOD!" Miki gushes before latching onto me, "Isn't she just the cutest thing?!"

Lily laughs.

"Yup, don't you think so, Kaito?"

The boy nods although it's evident he seems discouraged by my current state. I figure that it's finally dawning to him that I'm not interested. It's sad to see but at the moment, I'm becoming too sluggish to even care. With no sign of Luka, I become even more desperate to distract myself from the growing anticipation of her appearance. I find myself searching for her distinctive pink hair through the crowd but, unfortunately, to no avails. At this point, all I've been doing since blindly consuming a few beers is pouting at random strangers. Meanwhile, Lily and Miki have led me to the dance floor. I honestly don't even know how but I'm dancing anyway, swaying to the beat of a familiar tune.

My love by Route 94.

I'm drunk but still conscious enough to avoid the guys trying to dance with me. And after about five let-downs, I've separated from my best friend and Lily. I wonder if they even noticed but I bet they're having fun without me. I eventually spot them and I grimace at the sight. They're full-on making out.

Suddenly, I feel a pull at my side.

The music drowns his voice and I can't help but giggle at his worried expression.

I should be flattered that Kaito seems genuinely worried for me but I'm laughing at him instead.

"What's with you?" I snicker.

I can't even hear myself speak but Kaito does the favor of leading me out of the dance floor.

"Are you okay?"

I shake my head, a goofy grin on my face as I assure him.

"Totes fine…pfft…did I just say 'totes'?"

Okay, so I might not be all that okay but I'm still standing right?

"Careful there, you got a live one."

An unfamiliar voice suddenly cuts in. And while Kaito greets the source with a bro-fist, I get this eerie feeling from his presence. The guy is taller than Kaito; in fact, he towers over me like a giant. And despite his appealing smile, his vibe screams 'douchier' than any douchebag I've ever met. I usually don't see it but he's combined a soft and rugged appearance as well; although, his purple hair just totally kills it if you ask me.

"Gakupo!" Katio hollers, "When did you get here?!"

Holy shit.

My eyes widen at the sound of that familiar name.

This is Luka's ex-boyfriend. No fucking wonder I wanted to punch him for no reason.

"A while ago," the douche speaks, "I've been kind of busy when I arrived."

"Looking for Luka?" Kaito cheekily adds.

The jock takes the words right out of my mouth although I would have said them with malice instead. I don't like Gakupo one bit and just the thought of him and Luka makes me want to vomit.

"And who is this?" he quips, "Your date?"

His smile falters as he notices my intense scowl directed at him. I know it looks irrational. I mean, the guy doesn't even know my name and within a minute of our first encounter, I look ready to murder him.

"This is Miku," Kaito adds, "And Miku, this is Gakupo."

Gakupo offers a hand, although his uneasy smile just confirms he's following proper mannerism. I would have complied but I'm drunk so I ignore the gesture. In fact, my scowl remains, hardening by the second through an awkward silence.

"A-hem, so, uh, Miku?"

Of course, Kaito tries to ease the mood but fails anyway.

"Are you okay?"

"Fucking A-okay," I mutter with eyes locked onto the tall man before me.

It's as if a staring contest has ensued between me and Gakupo. And while it's obvious that the latter is uncomfortable, I continue to stare daggers. Seconds tick by and I begin to giggle from the sudden fantasy of Gakupo bursting into flames from my scorching gaze.

"Uh, Kaito, are you sure she's-

I'd like to think Gakupo's been affected from my gaze but he looks too happy right now to be considered scared. In fact, his eyes are now directed past me; as if something has definitely caught his eye. Before I can glance, I feel weight on my back along with a pair of supple breasts. For some reason, Mieko is hugging me yet I'm strangely okay with it right now.

"What's going on heeeeeeer?" she slurs with a goofy grin.

I'm drunk but Mieko is fucking wasted. And as result, she fumbles over me, all the while giggling at my struggling state.

"Meiko, get off her," Kaito snaps, "You're drunk."

"Cha', no shhhhit," the brunette snickers.

"Meiko!"

Suddenly, as if the tension wasn't enough already between me and Gakupo, the source of our agony finally arrives.

Luka Megurine.

"I thought I told you to-

"Hello, Luka."

I don't know if it's the alcohol or Luka's effects on me, but I'm beginning to feel more than butterflies. In fact, I'm feeling sick. And with the sight of Gakupo's sickening smile directed at my crush, the feeling only gets worse.

"Gakupo."

It's so cold and so evident the beauty is unpleased with the sight of her ex-boyfriend.

"Don't you have better things to do than attend a high school party?"

Kaito snorts and Meiko just downright cracks up. She certainly has no limits with her behavior right now. She reeks of beer, tequila, vodka, and a certain illegal substance.

"OMG that is so fucking FUNNNNAAAAY!" she adds, "Aren't you in college, Gaky-poo?"

I snort; meanwhile, Kaito has let himself bask in the humor of it all.

"Gaky WHAT?!" the jock snickers over.

"You told her about that?!" Gakupo snaps.

Luka shrugs, totally unaffected by her ex-boyfriend's sharp tone.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed," she says, "After all, there are far worse things."

She says it so nonchalant but I can sense she truly means it. Lily once mentioned a rather appalling situation that occurred between Luka and Gakupo. I don't even want to dwell on it but let's just say Luka does the unthinkable…although I shouldn't be surprised.

Suddenly, as if I've taken my toll, I fall to the floor, bringing down Meiko with me. Her weight was getting unbearable by the second and as a result, we've piled onto the ground. Despite the utmost discomfort, I'm giggling along with Meiko.

"I'm saaaafffffff-FUCK OFF, Kaito!"

Her drunken slur does little to affect Kaito's attempt to assist me. In fact, he lets Meiko lay on the ground as he helps me up. Meanwhile, Luka takes it upon herself to help her best friend.

"C'mon," she whispers, "You've had enough, Meiko, let's go."

The thought of Luka leaving trembles my state. What's worse is that she still seems to be ignoring me. In fact, she's acknowledged everyone except me so far and with alcohol in my system, I'm not letting it slide this time.

"Hi Luka."

Turquoise eyes shift to me, a soft expression as we lock gazes.

"Hi."

Just when I'm about to melt from her sudden gentle smile, Gakupo ruins the moment.

"Oh, so you can say 'hi' to a stranger but not to me?" he scoffs, "Classic Luka."

Something snaps in the beauty and I brace myself for what's to come.

"Okay, first of all, it's none of your fucking business who I know. And second, I DO KNOW HER."

"Well, isn't that refreshing?" Gakupo sarcastically adds, "Admitting it for once."

"Admitting what?" Luka asks.

"That you actually KNOW someone. After all the denying, it's quite nice to hear you admit SOMETHING for once."

Anyone, and I mean ANYONE, can feel the tension, even Meiko's drunken stupor. In fact, we've become frozen, watching a silent debate between the two exes unfold. I gulp at the intensity and while Luka pierces daggers at her ex-boyfriend, he continues to mock her.

"How about that guy over there?" he sneers, "And that one over there as well?"

Luka rolls her eyes.

"Do you know them?" Gakupo adds.

"I'm sure I don't but I DO know that guy over there."

Just when Luka nods ahead, a random guy brushes past Gakupo and hands the beauty a drink. His cocky smile says it all; he must be her date.

"Meet my date," Luka confirms with a pearly white grin.

The second she says it, Gakupo punches the poor guy. A commotion begins; people scatter to watch the violence unfold. Kaito intervenes with a desperate attempt to pull back his friend but unfortunately, he gets sucked into a fight as well. At this point, the party has turned into a show and people are hollering and cheering as the boys go at it. I'm at awe but the feeling is quick to disperse as I search for Luka. The beauty has vanished and I panic. Fortunately, the second I turn around, I catch her pushing past the crowd and going upstairs. I expected Meiko to follow her best friend but she's too busy hollering for some reason.

"Who the FUCK stole my hash?!"

I roll my eyes at the brunette before chasing after my crush. Adrenaline shoots throughout my body, heartbeat quickening as I sought out her trademark pink hair through the crowd. Bodies push past me, reeking of more than alcohol and sweat. As soon as I've made my way into the clear and up the stairs, I witness the very sight I feared yet anticipated at the same time.

Luka has gone into a room.

She's alone, I know she is.

I may be wrong and I may be right but one thing is for sure.

It's a risk.

Despite the effects of alcohol, I manage to remind myself of the last time I was alone with Luka. Things happen; things that I will never forget. Except this time, it calls for a plan.

I've never been of fan of planning conversations beforehand. I feel like the natural flow is the best way to go. Even so, I can't help but carefully choose my next choice of words.

'Are you okay?'

That's it. That's what I intend to ask. So with a deep breath, I prepare myself and approach the door with utmost caution. Even the creak of the doorknob slowly turning causes me to cringe.

As soon as I'm in, I notice Luka's backside facing me. She's rummaging through her bag, bent over the bed as she mutters a few incoherent words. I should have noticed before but her outfit for tonight is rather revealing yet classical in the chic sense. Yet, instead of ogling her long legs accentuated by her tight pencil skirt, I find myself staring at the back of her head. I wonder what her thoughts are right now. Suddenly, at the sound of the door clicking closed, Luka immediately turns around.

If there is one thing I did expect, its awkward silence. And that's exactly what's occurring right now. Luka's turquoise eyes are simply staring at me, locked onto my form as a silent debate begins.

At this point, the words are stuck in my throat and I struggle to even pronounce a letter.

"A-are you…um….are y-you-

"Whatever it is, it can wait, Miku."

Her words cut me like a knife and just when I think I've been embarrassed enough by her all week, she shoots me down.

"I don't fuck drunken girls."

My body grows stiff, hands ball into fists, eyes narrow at her seemingly calm state. Yeah, I might be drunk but that doesn't mean I'm too dumb to recognize a bitch when I see one. And quite frankly, Luka is being the biggest one yet.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I sneer, "I just wanted to know if you were fucking okay."

"Well, if it isn't quite obvious, yeah, I am," Luka replies.

I don't know where she's getting at but she's definitely playing me for a fucking fool right now.

"Oh well, sorry for giving a flying fuck!"

"And I'm sorry if I mislead you. You have no reason to anyway."

I bite my lip, eyebrows lowering as I focus my blurring sight on her form. The worst part about all of this is that she's painfully right. We're not even friends and here I am trying to force a relationship I can't even begin. It takes two to start something and Luka is being very clear she doesn't want to take part in whatever it is I want; even if it just friends.

"You make this harder than it should be," I mutter, "Why do you have to make everything a fucking mission when it comes to you?"

"Because I'm Luka Megurine," she adds, "That says it all."

It's as if I've fallen countless times before her yet I manage to keep getting up. And every time, I still have the courage to climb back up only to have her kick me off the edge again. This is abuse alright and the worst part is that it's my fault. Luka has made the signals very clear yet I still chase after her.

"Yeah, you are Luka Megurine," I state, "but you're also a fucking spoiled brat. You are a conniving bitch and a liar. You play everyone for a fool and expect us to bow down to you even after the shit you put us through. Newsflash Luka, you are not fucking royalty or a saint. You're human with more advantages than a normal person but that doesn't make you better than anyone else. In fact, it just makes you sad that even with all that fortune and beauty, you're still unhappy with your life. I can see it; I can fucking FEEL IT, Luka. And that's what makes me different from all your other pawns. I won't take your shit. Yeah, you practically fucked me already but guess what? It was nothing special. I'm going to move on to people not animals such as you."

Either I've dug up my own grave or I've hit home. The alcohol has definitely brought me to the point of no return; all that's left if for Luka to kill me or commit something far worse. And from the look on her right now, I think I'm really going to die.

I don't know how it happened. The room spun before I can realize it but Luka has pinned me to the bed. Her form hovers over me, hands tightening around my wrists. I whimper from the pain and look up at dark turquoise eyes.

"NO ONE talks to me like that."

Her words drip with venom but too bad for her, it does little impact on my current state. I'm drunk and I have no shame right now. Fuck it.

"Well, someone should start, princess," I snicker, "'Off with my head', I presume?"

Suddenly, I feel legs tightening around my hips and I grimace from the increasing pressure.

"You are seriously fucking with the wrong person."

"Okay, first of all, no one is fucking anyone…unfortunately," I add, "And second, you're REALLY fucking hurting me right now."

Suddenly, as if the pain wasn't enough, Luka begins to grind on me. The action is so raw and so personal, I moan from the sensation of it all.

"FUCK."

I curse for two reasons. One, Luka is practically squeezing the life out of me. And two, I'm going insane from the sick pleasure of her movements. It is then that I realize her skirt has been removed. How it happened, I don't know but it feels so fucking good.

"Aw FUCK!"

Hands lead mine to the bare skin of her waist and her hips sway with a rhythmic motion.

"Don't get too comfortable yet," she whispers before unbuttoning my shirt.

The material slides off me, cold hands sliding from the side of my hips to my breasts. I arch into her, fire burning inside me as I wait for her next move. Suddenly, my bra pops open, a shiver erupting inside me from the exposure of it all.

"I thought you said you don't fuck drunken girls?" I snicker.

"I don't," she replies, "but I do like torturing them."

"W-what do you-

Suddenly, a hot breath comes in contact with my breast. I arch further into her, holding her head as I release a strained moan. Heavy panting fills the dark room, my body on fire from the wet sensation of her tongue against my nipple. Never have I ever felt such euphoria and as a result, my senses erupt.

Luka surrounds me; hands feeling the contours of my waist to the curve of my bottom. She squeezes the bare skin roughly, biting me throughout her ministrations. I let out a guttural moan and suddenly, she lets go. My back meets the soft mattress. She's removing her top, strong abdominals flexing as she pulls the tight material above her head. My hands reach for her sun-kissed skin, touch burning from her body heat. I'm sweating yet she's dry and cool. She takes one hand and forces me to sit up. I whimper, discomfort from my panties sticking to my core.

More than ever, I want Luka to take me but instead, she proceeds to tease me with a show. Her hot tongue glides over my fingers, caressing the space between my index and middle. A preview has commenced. All the while, my core pulses with excitement for the real deal. She wraps her lips around one digit and the pressure trembles my state. I flinch as her tongue slides down my palm, caressing my wet skin with a rhythm. Side to side, up and down, fuck, she's teasing me alright.

"Now how about that," she hotly whispers before leading my hand between my legs, "but here instead. You want that?"

I nod and a sweet moan escapes from me as she presses my palm against my core. I bite my lip; eyes squeezed shut as she proceeds to torture my nub. It's hardened at this point, pulsing with a scorching heat. She knows how wet I've become and it's only a matter of time.

Suddenly, she shifts, bending down until her breath hits my core.

I gasp; a combination of pain and pleasure as she grips onto my hips. Her nails dig into me with a vice grip threatening to draw blood. I clench my teeth, back arching off the mattress as she presses her wet tongue against my core. My underwear is soaked by now; acting as a barricade for bare contact. I hiss from the frustration, hips grinding with desperate need.

"Fuck…Luka, please!"

"Almost there," she whispers.

I believe her and that's when it all ends.

She pulls back, standing before me with a shit-eating grin.

"Never mind," she sweetly states.

No release, no satisfaction.

Luka has tortured me into a state of overbearing frustration…again.

"FUCKING SHIT!"

I'm livid, hell, I'm ready to burst.

"WHAT THE FUCK, LUKA!"

She begins to laugh, a sound that not only increases my anger but pierces my heart as well. And as a result, I'm pathetically crying right now.

I want to stop because it makes me feel weak. Yet above all, I want to stop because Luka seems to not give a shit. In fact, she still continues to dress herself although her expression is solemn now. She must be fed up with me; as if all I play is a needy baby in her games. And with my drunken state, all I can do is think worse of the situation.

"You don't give a fuck," I say, "You're horrible, Luka Megurine."

She pauses for a minute, staring at me as I continue to cry. Whimpers escape through me, all the while, tears continue to fall. She looks away, seemingly deep in thought as she remains still. Suddenly, her mouth twitches and her hands drop to her side.

"You're right," she adds, "I'm horrible. So, now will you stay away?"

She turns to look at me once more. Turquoise eyes gleam with a hint of agony and despite that it is me suffering, I can't help but feel pity for her instead.

"I can't."

Before I know it, she's kissing me. Our lips lock, heavy panting against our mouths. She calls me 'stupid', an 'idiot', a 'fucking moron'. She tries to mean it out of spite but her voice breaks, exposing her vulnerability as we infuse ourselves in a midst of passion. There's no aggressiveness on her part this time. Everything is soft yet so quick, as if she's scared it'll end too soon. She grips my face and pulls me further into her mouth. My breath becomes harsher by the second yet I continue to prolong my struggle. I never want it to end; I want to kiss Luka until my very last breath.

"Why?"

She kisses me over and over again.

"Becau-

I pant.

"I-

Another kiss interrupts me but I don't mind.

"I like you."

She stops to breathe, hot breath against my own.

"You like me?"

I nod and she kisses me once more.

"Is that all?"

I shake my head.

"I want things."

"Oh yeah?" she whispers before climbing onto my lap. I immediately grab her hips, mouth latching onto hers as she begins to grind against me.

"What kind of things?"

"Things I've never done."

She bites her lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Me too."

My heart flutters and our lips lock once more. A silent agreement occurs between me and the beauty. The room fills with smacks and kisses, tongues colliding and brushing against each other. All the while, Luka holds onto me with want and need, a dream becoming a reality. She moans and the sound trembles my very soul. Suddenly, my mouth goes agape, hands grip onto her form as I feel a familiar sensation shoot down my core.

"Nng!"

My walls flutter and my eyes squeeze shut. Hips involuntarily grind against her. I'm embarrassed yet amazed at the same. I've never had an orgasm from kissing until now. The power of this woman, I swear.

She's aware of her effects on me, chuckling as I struggle to maintain my breathing.

"Just wait, baby," she whispers into my ear, "I'll make you scream soon."

Suddenly, a hard bang hits the door. Luka immediately removes herself from me, rushing to dress in a panicked state. I follow after her, fearing for the worse as the banging continues.

"Who in the FUCK!"

Shit.

I know that voice.

"Miku! Are you-

Lily Masuda storms in with a frantic state. Her steel-blue eyes soften at the sight of me but not until she notices Luka do they darken with a scorching gaze. She remains still, eyes locked onto the beauty with a dangerous aura.

"Mikuuuu!"

Oh thank god Miki's here now. Maybe she can ease the tension.

"Where in the flying shitbag mcgee were you?"

Shit.

She's drunk.

There's no hope now.

It all happens too fast. Lily lunches toward Luka. Something crashes and suddenly, the blonde is on the floor unconscious. I'm appalled; Miki's freaking out, all the while, Luka stands over her, nursing her wrist as she grimaces at the sight of the blonde. I can't fucking believe it.

Luka knocked out Lily.

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Hope someone recognized the musicians I mentioned lol I LOVE them xD although I'm sure everyone is more interested in the LukaxMiku smut in this chapter than the music :P lmao Anyway until next time :) Hope I can bring happiness to your hearts...and within your pants while I'm at it :D