A/N: I still got the fire. Sometimes its raging and sometimes its dim but one thing for sure, it will never die. You have my word.
Enjoy :)
As impossible as it sounds, I can go on throughout the day without using a phone.
I never get the urge to text nor do I continue a conversation. And when I do respond, most of my messages are blunt and quick. Miki always complains about this.
As for phone calls and internet, well, no one really calls anyway (except for Miki) and I'm not so active with streaming videos and social media. Again, Miki always complains about this.
If anything, it feels like I don't belong in today's modern teenage society. I would probably have been better off being born in the 1950's or somewhere near there. Life would be more simplistic yet at the same time, not as tolerable as today. In fact, homosexuality seemed so non-existent back then that its' rather discouraging. And despite the outbreak of narcissism and arrogance among my generation, at least we're more accepting. Being 'weird' is the norm. In fact, its encouraged we change tradition.
Now, when it comes to tradition, I think the typical strict parents with religious views and great expectations. It sounds like my parents, without the religious views though. After my mom cheated on my dad, morals became the last thing on his mind. He wasn't the same. In fact, he only became worse.
It's no surprise to find my father shamelessly flirting with younger women. I figured it's the severe damage to his ego that's driving him to the extent of living like a frat boy. He's annoying, childish, and sex-obsessed. He takes more selfies than I ever will. You wouldn't believe how active my father is on social media. And as creepy as he sounds, he surprisingly pulls it off masterfully. I am my father's daughter and with that being said, I can't deny the fact that he is also an attractive man. After all, my parents had me at a young age. Thanks to my grandparents, dad was able to get a job with a distinguished company. In fact, my dad is vice president of Alexander May Enterprises, a stock exchange company. What he does, I'm not entirely sure but it fulfills his financial status and ego. Not to mention his love for fucking people over.
I live with a child. I'm raised by a child. As I juggle life as a teenager, I learn from my father's mistakes. And while he has financial stability in order to survive in this world, I have a reality check that keeps me sane from chasing false fantasies.
Yet, for once, I allowed myself to indulge in one particular fantasy. Only it seems it has chased me instead.
Luka and me, whatever we are, it's definitely stirred more than sexual tension.
In fact, I'm panicking from the outcome of it all.
I still can't fathom the fact that I've gotten this far with Luka. Yet, here she is, standing before me within the walls of my bedroom, eyeing me curiously as I attempt to hide her from a pending doom.
"What's got you so worked up?" she asks.
It should be fairly obvious as my father just announced a familiar description of Lily Masuda. I mean, who else could be visiting me the very morning after last night's events? Not to mention he seemed impressed from the sound of his voice. I shudder from inevitable scene of his flirtatious attempts with the blonde.
"You have to leave NOW."
Luka snickers.
"But we were having such a nice time."
She takes a step closer, a suggestive smile within our dangerous proximity.
"In fact, it could get even nicer if you want."
I'm beginning to think Luka is crazy. In fact, Lily's advice is dawning to me once more. Maybe she does have a problem.
"You've got to be kidding me," I scoff, "My dad is downstairs, clearly there is company, and all you can suggest is…UGH! I don't even want to say it."
"I was just up for a quickie before leaving," Luka shrugs, "Maika can stall."
"Maika?"
Wait.
"What do you mean by-
"She's here to pick me up," Luka clarifies, "who did you expect? Lily?"
Of course she guessed correctly. As a matter of fact, I bet she knew all this time.
"Of course you would," she adds, "You two are close after all."
I can't tell whether Luka is mocking me or genuinely stating an observation. Either way, my intuition is kicking in and I can't help but add my own "observation" regarding the blonde and the beauty.
"I could say the same about you two."
Luka stiffens, an action that only furthers my curiosity.
"To punch Lily," I add, "You two must have SOME history."
She clears her throat, eyes averting mine as I continue my scrutinizing gaze upon her.
"Anyone would have done that," she says, "She was a threat. It was self-defense."
"True, then again, didn't you say you taught her how to drive stick-shift?" I ask, "Must have been really close to do that."
"Where are you getting at, Miku?"
She's annoyed now. Oh boy, this is going to be fun.
"Doesn't take a rocket scientist to notice the signs, Luka," I sigh, "You and Lily use to be friends, I get it."
"Well, when you put it that way, I suppose we were."
"Well, no shit," I scoff, "See, I don't know why it's so hard for you to just ADMIT something."
As sick as it makes me feel, I can't blame Gakupo now. Despite last night's alcohol-infused mind, I have enough brain cells this morning to remember his angry words.
'After all the denying, it's quite nice to hear you admit SOMETHING for once.'
It brings back memories, unpleasant ones at that. Luka certainly does have constant denial coursing through her. I figure it's a result from her struggle with her sexuality. No one really has a hint that she's gay. And even with my clear evidence, I still have yet to hear it out of her to make it completely official.
"Shit, not you too," she sighs, "You know, Miku. I love sex but that doesn't mean I'll let anyone get a lick of my fanny. But to hear you talking like everyone that's disappointed me, it's clear you'll end up doing the same."
My heart is beating right now. Rapidly and accompanied with a slow twist in my stomach. And whether its fear or jealousy exciting me, I let my words determine it.
"You don't know that."
Anger drips in my voice, the tone even surprising me as I stand my ground.
"Don't compare me to 'everyone'," I state, "Whoever 'everyone' is does not apply to me, got it?"
Luka's mouth twitches. An amused smile creeping upon her features as she closes our distance. At this point, I can feel every sense out of her; from the hitch of her breath to the heat radiating from her skin. It's all overwhelming yet dangerously sexy.
"I'd like to see you prove it," she whispers.
My willpower almost breaks, fists clench as she lowers her hot breath from my ear to the nape of my neck. Her current position allows for a view of supple cleavage, threatening to snap my restraint. Dear god, she's more than difficult. She's excruciatingly impossible to withstand.
A whimper escapes, signalizing my overbearing frustration upon the temptress.
"So, how about it?" she whispers, "Don't tell me you're all talk."
I could succumb; enjoy myself again in another one of her hot and ravaging moments. I would be lying if I said I didn't want it. In fact, I'm more than raring to go right now. Only problem is, I have a heavy guilty conscious and I will risk more than just my pride. For all I know, my dad can interrupt any second now.
When I manage to pass Luka, I feel more than relief. I feel discomfort and a quivering ache begging for release. I feel tight and hard, sweaty but dry, but most of all, proud yet pathetic. A shaky breath releases as I approach the door yet before I can take another step, I feel a violent pull.
She practically jumps me, restraining my limbs as she hovers over me with a tightening grip. The scene is familiar. Legs wrapped around my waist, breasts inches away from my heaving chest. My eyes are wide with astonishment yet I know I should have expected this.
There's an animal before me.
"You shouldn't act like this," she whispers, "I don't like being ignored."
I want to protest. Scream at her and retort regarding the circumstances. I can't risk anything; especially with my dad downstairs. I know I'll be loud, I know I will scream and beg and encourage her for more. I can picture it in my head. Legs wide, her tongue gliding down my naval, my mouth agape; it all excites me.
Yet, I can't overcome the fear penetrating me at the moment.
"You can't do this right now," I whimper, "WE can't do this right now."
Soft fingers probe the soft dampness of my underwear. I gasp, cursing aloud at my body's betrayal.
"Your knickers tell me otherwise."
I grasp at her, clawing her shoulders as I struggle to continue my protest.
"It's not a good i-OH GOD!"
Sudden pleasure fills me, cutting my reluctance at the moment. I still have enough conscious to fight but I can't deny the excitement coursing through me. It's daring and so good, but it's dangerous and so wrong.
"I can't," I struggle to add, "He'll find out."
"Let him."
I can't deny the thrill, the adventure, the joy of imagining the horror on my father's face. Yet, as vengeful as it is, I can't let it happen.
I just fucking CAN'T.
I forcefully turn over, my back facing Luka as I pant. My face is flushed, my hands ball into the sheets, yet my body still trembles. Not of fear, not even of pleasure, just the accomplishment of standing my ground is enough to shake me up.
"I said I CAN'T."
That moment, I felt that I did the impossible. I rejected Luka's advances, an act deemed unfathomable by many.
Or so I thought.
"Miku, please," she moans.
She kisses the exposed skin of my back, lavishly and lovingly.
"I need it," she whispers, "I need you."
Soft fingers caress my thighs, pulling down my shorts as she continues her ministrations. I gasp; a pathetic sound that only furthers her libido.
"I need this."
Dear god, I'm going to break. Her kisses travel up my back all the while her hand pulls at my shirt, savoring the exposed skin inch by inch with her sweet full velvety lips. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth, a desperate attempt to silence myself. Unfortunately, the effort fails. She bites, the sensation causing me to cry out.
"Mmm!"
She giggles and the sweet and sinful sound contributes to my shame. I know she's smiling, basking in her dominant position.
"You'll love it, I promise," she whispers.
Without warning, her hand slides into my panties. It's so soft and so hot that I'm biting my lip from the scorching feeling. There's no point in protest anymore; my cries are fused with pleasure and lust now. I'm aching and burning, whimpering and grunting from the sudden force inflicted against my clit. She rubs it, plays with it, and caresses it with deep but soft touches.
Wetness meets my ear, her tongue poking the canal and trailing down my lobe. I let out a guttural moan, all the while failing to keep my hips from bucking and grinding against her.
"You like that?"
I purse my lips, beads of sweat forming from my pent-up frustration. She whispers sweet and naughty words, my body reacting with a violent twitch. And just when I feel I've had enough, she bites my earlobe.
"Nng!"
"Fuck, Miku, you feel so fucking amazing."
I moan.
"You're so warm, so wet."
"L-Luka…"
"Spread you…eat you…from your sweet pussy to your delicate…rosebud."
I definitely have a knack for the freaky-shit. I'm clawing at her hair, grunting as she ravages my neck and increases the friction between my legs. She traces my folders, stroking me slightly at the base of my core. My legs tremble, breath hitches as I choke on my following words.
"Lu-AH! We shoodn-NNG HA!"
"Shhh…"
"Luka!" I gasp.
"Your legs wide open…my head between in between… my fingers against your delicious…sensitive…clit."
"Ah!"
"My tongue deep…deep…DEEP inside you…devouring your juices…teasing your walls."
I'm panting like mad, trembling with a struggle between logic and lust.
"And then finally…when you're tight…and ready…you'll flutter…spasm…shake."
"OH GOD!"
"You'll finally….
A sudden harsh and unforgiving rhythm inflicts within me. My hips buck with a violent twitch, grinding harder and faster as she takes me into oblivion.
"Cum."
I scream into the fabric of my mattress, muffling the result of beautiful ecstasy coursing within me. Walls flutter uncontrollably, my clit throbs with excruciating sensitivity, hips twitch until I come down my high. Luka's hand goes still but the firmness of her touch remains. She's panting as hard as me, swaying her hips against my rear. Suddenly, the slightest touch of her finger to my nub causes me to cry out.
It's over-sensitive and so delicate and I'm thankful she pulls back. But Luka has other plans. She turns me over suddenly, tilting her head as she observes my tired state. By instinct, I embrace myself, defensively and instantly from her scrutinizing gaze.
Turquoise eyes gleam, illuminating her majestic nature like a wild animal. The sight remains for a moment, my panting filling the atmosphere as I wonder of her current emotions. Before I can question the glint in her eye, she finally moves. She reaches for something at the side of my bed. Items clatter within her bag and she pulls out a phone, quickly calling someone before setting her eyes on me again.
Within the first ring, the other line picks up and I can make out Maika's voice. Yet before I can question her sudden action, Luka's next words cause me to twitch.
"Give me five more minutes."
I could hear Maika protest but Luka immediately cuts her off. As soon as she drops her phone, she proceeds to remove her clothes. I whimper at the scene, excitement erupting within me as her top comes off followed by her pencil skirt. She takes her time with the tight material, unzipping and pulling it down with shimming hips. The scene is so erotic and personal that I bite my lip. Luka is undressing for me, willingly removing her bra with a suggestive smile. I notice how racy the material is but my mind wanders into further depths as her cleavage deepens. One little snap is all it takes yet she's being so painfully slow. She's debating whether to prolong the action, I just know it. But she's given herself a time-limit. Teasing is no option now so she finally snaps the hook.
Full, pert, beautiful breasts come into view. My god, they're more glorious than I imagined. I'm tempted to feel them, taste them, and completely bask in their warmth and beauty. Rosy and delicate nipples, supple sun-kissed skin glow before me, my fingers itch just to get a handful. Yet before I can attempt to ask, I feel her spread me, hooking one of my legs over her shoulder as she enters the space between. I realize I've been so fixated on her breasts that I failed to notice she's removed her panties. It's all too fast but I make an effort to appreciate the new view before me. Luka's most sacred part, my mouth waters at the sight. Yet before I can imagine myself devouring her, I yelp as she proceeds to pull my underwear through one of my legs. Cool air grazes me but the feeling is quick to be replaced by a new sensation of intense moist heat against my core. Luka moans, a low and long sound that contributes to the blazing euphoria radiating throughout me.
"Lay on your side," she whimpers before grinding her hips.
I cry out before complying, biting my lip instantly as I feel her rhythm intensify. Lewd noises accompany the hot atmosphere, emitting from the wetness and scorching heat of our cores rubbing against each other. It's all too much to take; the pleasure itself is driving me mad as I struggle to take in Luka's form. She's so beautiful and wild, pink hair cascading past her shoulders as she picks up the pace. The bed squeaks with the rapid movement of her hips, contributing to the risk of our current situation. Luka is fucking me like a madwoman and her cries will definitely be questioned. Yet, I can care less right now as I bask in the growing sensation raging within me like a wildfire.
"AH! AHH! F-FU-AAHHH!"
I come hard and fast, feeling a hot splash drip from my core and trickle down the sheets. My body trembles and I spasm as I feel my walls tightening and fluttering against Luka's increasing wetness. She continues her pace, orgasm building up by the second. Suddenly, she stiffens and spasms. Hips violently twitch as I feel her walls flutter uncontrollably against me. The sensation is so raw and powerful that I come again. Luka notices this, holding onto my hips until the pulsing in her core fades and her grinding slows down. Ultimately, she stops, letting out a long exhale before removing her drenched self against me.
"Fuck," she moans, "You're just so…"
Her hand cups me and I whimper from the sliding of her palm against my core.
"So amazing and so…"
She bends and softly kisses my liquid heat.
"…soft."
I cry out as I feel her lips caress my pulsing flesh.
"Miku…"
Suddenly, with a hard crash, I snap out of my high. My father's voice echoes through the house, footsteps coming closer and closer to my door.
"SHIT!"
I knew I was going to regret this. It was only a matter of time.
With speed never imaginable on my part, I scurry off the bed and panic. Legs weak and wobbly yet I manage to maintain an amazing pace. Luka follows although her actions are more calm and controlled as I struggle to find my clothes.
"To hell with it," I mutter before racing to my closet for a batch of fresh and clean apparel. Meanwhile, I could hear the worry and suspicion in my father's voice.
"Miku?"
"SHIT," I harshly whisper, "Don't you understand 'no' means 'NO'?!"
Luka shrugs, unaffected by my anger as she smooths the creases on her skirt.
"You wanted to shag as much as me," she bluntly states, "Don't deny it."
"You know, I had enough of your British bullshit! Speak ENGLISH, alright?"
"I am speaking English."
"I meant NORMAL ENGLISH!"
"MIKU!"
My first instinct when it comes to my dad's angry tone is to open the window. It would make sense to jump out and avoid his wrath for the rest of my life but I manage to open it entirely without throwing myself through it. I'm panicking, finding any possible way to cover up the signs and stench of me and Luka's recent activity. I spray various perfumes to odor-eliminators, anything that can replace the scent of sweat and sex.
"Miku, you're over-exaggerating," Luka snickers, "Calm down."
"You shut the fuck up!" I angrily whisper.
The beauty cocks an eyebrow, a humorous smirk stretching her lips as she continues to observe me.
"DAMMIT! MIKU!"
I jump and immediately open the door, bracing myself for my father's wrath. I just pray he's as oblivious as he usually is.
"I thought I told you not to lock the damn-
He pauses, nose-twitching as he switches eye-contact from me to Luka. And while the beauty simply smiles, I can't help but panic.
"Dad! I was-I mean, WE were just-
He raises his arm, cutting me off as he proceeds to describe a particular scent.
"Do I smell…"
My heartbeat picks up. Unimaginable means of punishments consume my mind. From boarding school to moving to an entire different country, I can picture my dad raging on with further options.
"I know this…I know this like the back of my hand."
I flinch. Just hearing 'back of my hand' gives me the scare that I will certainly meet it.
"Dammit…I KNOW this!"
"Mr. Hatsune…"
Luka tries to intervene but my father instantly cuts her off as well.
"Nope! I know this!" he adds, "It's….it's…"
He takes a long whiff and I almost puke from the scene.
"Pineapple."
At first, I'm dumbstruck, but then I remember I've sprayed almost an entire bottle of 'Passion Pineapple' perfume.
"Oh, yeah…Luka wanted to…try it," I meekly state.
"Yeah, I was interested," she adds, "Although, I would have loved to try your cherry too."
God damn, she can't stop can she? Or am I that paranoid right now…wait…ugh, she's mocking me, I know it!
"Cherry?" my dad laughs, "I actually never heard of cherry perfume."
"You'd be surprised," Luka says, "It really…pops."
I swallow hard, all the while averting eye-contact with the beauty. I can feel her stare, her mind imagining possible dirty scenarios.
"My god, it is certainly strong," my dad grimaces, "Almost penetrating my nostrils."
"Yup, penetrating," Luka smiles, "Fills you up, eh?"
"Don't you have somewhere to go, Luka?!" I snap.
"Miku!"
"Its fine," Luka says, "I have to leave anyway. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Hatsune."
Almost magic-like, my father smiles, totally forgetting about my rude behavior. Eventually, he'll get back to it. Right now he's just too entranced by Luka to pay any mind to me.
"Oh, I'm just grateful you graced us with your presence, Luka," my dad adds, "Miku, I didn't know you had such a beautiful friend. What other secrets are you hiding from me?"
I would have laughed, probably even hint to my dad about my favorite foods…throw a seafood joke somewhere there like Luka. But I'm too pissed and annoyed to do so right now.
"Well, we recently just met," the beauty says, "You would be amazed how close we got in such little time."
She's mocking my dad under his house, hinting here and there what she wants and what she did. Not to mention looking so good and sounding so wrong.
"I wouldn't have expected her to be so…loud."
"Oh, yeah she does run her mouth an awful lot," my dad sighs.
'Jesus, dad that isn't what she meant.'
"Speaking of loud, I think I heard some screaming…even crying, although I couldn't tell where it was coming from."
My walls must be thicker than I hoped for or maybe my dad is that oblivious. Whatever the case, I'm thankful he hasn't caught on.
"I was outside when it happened…did you hear something in the house, Miku?"
I almost choke on my own saliva.
"I…uh…no…well…I thought I did but I um-
"What did it sound like?" Luka asks.
She glances at me, a quick once-over before my father replies. Meanwhile, I have the urge to tell her to shut up again.
"Hmm, well I was in the midst of showing off my Challenger's HEMI to your friend. You know, Maika, gorgeous girl by the way," he winks, "Anyway, I gave the engine a run and suddenly I just heard some…cries, as if someone was in pain. It was pretty hard to tell, well, with the engine running but by the time I turned it off, I couldn't hear it anymore."
Luka nods, a devious calm expression as my dad continues on.
"Anyway, your friend is pretty anxious right now, she's waiting outside…refused to come in for some reason."
Maika must have sensed the 'creeper' in my father. Smart girl, I must say.
"Oh no, I completely forgot about her," Luka sighs, "Well, let me just get my stuff and I'll be on my way."
My dad nods, stepping back before closing the door. I count the seconds after he shuts it and just when I feel it is safe to snap, I let Luka have it.
"You need to stop that."
She glances at me, a curious expression as she picks up her bag and keys.
"Stop what?"
As difficult as it is, I maintain my calm but firm tone.
"Don't pretend you don't know," I state, "Seriously, don't you get tired of that?"
"What are you on about?" she laughs, "Seriously?"
God damn, she is the most difficult person I have ever met…and I thought Lily was stubborn as a fucking mule.
"You can't be that stupid. Seriously, do you hear yourself sometimes? Are you that in denial and –
"In denial?"
I take a long breath, ready to educate her if I have to.
"Yes, in deni-
"Bloody hell."
Her tone suddenly changes, a totally different persona before me as she steps forward.
"You're really that serious, aren't you? Just my fucking luck, SHIT ME."
She sighs, shaking her head with a humorless laugh.
"Miku, can you please, please, PLEASE, just...drop it."
"Drop what?" I ask.
"This."
"This?"
"Yes, THIS," she adds, "This whole sense of confrontation, it's unnecessary and you know it."
"I just don't appreciate you playing smartass," I scoff, "especially in front of my dad."
"Yeah, well, no offence," she snickers, "but it's rather entertaining…especially for you."
She winks before stepping closer, a familiar and suggestive smile as she increases our proximity.
"Now who's in denial?"
Before I can retort, soft full lips meet mine. She kisses me in a gentle and loving fashion, strange yet mesmerizing as I reach for more of her embrace.
"You're so cute," she whispers.
Her innocent and gentle motions slowly fade into a fast and desperate hunger. She completely envelopes me with a searing kiss, swallowing my moans, and brushing my tongue with her own. I clutch onto her as I feel the heat rise. My legs wobble as I struggle to simply stand on my toes. She's tall and beautiful, wild and dominating, and I can't keep up with it all.
Eventually, I pull back, gasping for air. She snickers, kissing down my neck and grazing her lips against my flushed skin.
"We'll practice more on that," she softly adds, "For now, just…feel."
She bites down and I instantly let out a guttural moan.
"That's it, baby."
Baby.
It sounds so right, so intimate, and personal. Yet, it only lasts within a moment and soon after, a dreadful sickness overcomes me.
I feel guilt immediately after she leaves. I don't bother walking her out the door, nor do I even say good bye. There's no point anyway. Luka and I, it's not a friendship, not even a relationship of any sort. And to be frank, I honestly don't know what the hell we are. It's rather unpleasant to think about. Never would I have imagined myself involved with someone like this. Wrapped around her finger, ready to give in when she wants me to.
It makes me wonder. To be seen in interest by the very type you desire, does that ever happen? I always thought of it as unrealistic for a girl like me to attract women like her. Tall, beautiful, feminine, and mysterious, she's everything I've ever wanted and more. Then there are her traits that I'm not so fond of. She's possessive, jealous, manipulative, needy, angry, wild, crass, lustful, oblivious…I could add more and more.
Yet out of everything I could think of, there is one word that defines her more than any other.
Tragic.
I don't know her enough. Hell, sex is just sex when I think about it. All this time it's just been a matter of opportunity. She wanted it and I was curious. She knew what buttons to press, what to say, and the right moments to put it all in motion. She knows what she wants and she gets it. That itself is a shameless turn on of mine.
Now she lingers within the walls of my room. Even through the thick stench of perfume, I can still make out her scent. A mix of sweat and vanilla, it's all so overwhelming. As I sit on my bed, I can feel the dampness of the sheets between my fingers. I lay back, taking in a scent new to me but soon to be familiar in the future. Unless I can control myself, my sheets will be the least of my problems.
Speaking of problems, I wonder if Miki avoided some this morning. Her mother doesn't take to kindly to random guests unless they're me, that is. So with a huff, I progress through the day with a shower and change of casual clothes before going off to visit my redheaded best friend. Unfortunately, before I can even reach the front door, my dad catches me.
"And where are you headed off?"
He knows I'm off to Miki's. This is just the start of another scolding from him to me.
"Miki's", I reply.
"And what makes you think you can leave the house today?"
'Are you fucking kidding me?'
"Dad, you can't be serious…"
"Oh, I am," he adds, "You really need to work on your manners."
I want to scream at him and even throw the nearby vase at his current irrational douchebag state-of-mind. But just doing that will definitely increase my current sentence. This is far than bullshit, its straight ignorance and hypocrisy.
"You're the one flirting with my guest! If anything, YOU need to work on YOUR manners!"
"Okay, that's it, if you want to shout then go to your room."
"Well, can you blame me?!" I add, "You're being totally irrational!"
"MIKU."
"FINE, DAMMIT!"
It's far from cliché, it's pathetic. Here I am pulling the most basic and annoying teen angst moves. All that's left is for me to declare my total hatred for the life I'm "suffering" through. I know there's worst shit out there but I can't help the intense anger coursing through me. My dad is so fucking annoying that it's beyond me how I put up with his crap. And the worst part of it all, I'm CHOOSING to stay with him. I have the freedom to move in with my mom but even her home is something I can't stand. Step-siblings aren't something I'm used to, especially when they're the result of adultery.
I slam my door, lock it, and collapse on my bed. I don't even cry nor does my expression reflect the anger in me. I just stare at the ceiling, a blank expression on my face as I look up. I can still smell Luka but it's no comfort. I wish it was though.
And that's when it hits me.
My sight blurs; ceiling blemishing through my tears. I'm crying but I remain serious through the pain. It's not my dad or his actions that are breaking me right now. It's Luka.
I never intended to go this far with her. It's all a mistake yet I keep committing it. But it's amazing how your body can take control and your mind can weaken from its desires. Just a year ago I was scolding Miki about taking control of your needs. All these urges that come with adolescence, I was more than in control. Now when it comes to Luka, I can't help myself. I try, I really do. I've been able to walk away from her before but now, my defense is a brittle wall. She's tearing at it, little by little. And now I fear it's only a matter of time before I completely let myself go. To engage with her without second-thoughts, I can see it already. I still have some dignity, some pride, and self-awareness. Lately though, I think I'm becoming the very thing I'm against.
Am I…easy?
Does this make me a whore?
What does this all mean?
Shit.
I'm doing it again. I'm over-thinking and this isn't the place to do such a thing. I don't need another fucking panic attack.
I'm on the verge. Breathing slowly increases, hands claw at the sheets and I struggle to find a peaceful-state-of mind. This atmosphere isn't helping. I'm surrounded by reminders and an infectious scent. Thoughts consume me, all questioning more than just my recent actions. How did this happen? What does it mean? Why am I so scared? Is this pathetic? How the fuck am I supposed to figure this out with all these….voices. Oh god…am I crazy?!
FUCK! I NEED TO CALM DOWN!
I spring from my bed and search for my phone. I NEED to talk to Miki.
The room's spinning as I frantically search for the device. Seconds pass and I realize it's just me; I've been circling in the middle of the room. Nothing is moving except me. Rational thoughts help but it can hurt sometimes. Right now though, it's easing me, keeping the thoughts from getting worse. Suddenly, a great sound appears! My phone goes off and I track it at the foot of the bed.
It's Miki.
She responds right away, ranting off about a hangover as I let out a long and deep exhale. She notices this, instantly questioning me with a familiar concerned voice.
"Miku, is it happening again?"
The words are clear and firmly stated.
"Y-yes, but I'm okay now."
I swallow hard.
"Are you sure?" Miki adds, "I'm going to come over."
I'm quick to protest to the idea.
"N-No! You can't."
I shouldn't have come off so strong. Now Miki is really going to come over…whether I like it or not.
"MIKU…"
"I swear, I'm fine," I insist, "I just got a little too ahead of myself. You know how I over-think everything."
"Miku, this morning I kept worrying whether Lily used my bathroom or my parent's. THAT'S over-thinking. You on the other hand, you're just curious and way too intelligent for your own good."
I snicker, a sign of relief for Miki as she continues to poke fun on a new subject.
"Are the red walls that creepy?" she adds, "or does it give the vibe that Jack Nicholson will pop through the door?"
Once again, Miki eases me, diverts my attention to something that won't make me lose my mind. Heart-beat regulates, breathing steady, all the while, I continue to laugh at my best friend's jokes. That's the best thing about her. I love her sense of humor.
"She could have at least woken me up but well…you know," Miki sighs, "I don't peg her for the cuddly type anyway."
"She left early?"
"Mm, yeah, I kind of woke up before she left but I was too tired to realize I wasn't dreaming. I just remember her gathering her stuff…I think she gave me a kiss, too."
"Awww, well, isn't that sweet?" I gush.
"On the forehead, Miku," my best friend bluntly adds.
"You don't seem so happy about that," I snicker.
"I'm not."
Now it's my turn to be concerned. I thought Miki would enjoy any sign of affection from the blonde but…well, even I'm confused right now.
"Why? What happen?"
"Nothing, that's the problem."
I gulp.
"What do you mean "nothing"?"
Miki sighs.
"Well, okay, not NOTHING," she adds, "Something did happen but it MEANT…nothing."
Right off the bat, I guess its sex she's implying but I could be wrong. I usually get Miki but not today it seems. She sounds disappointed even a bit hurt as she further explains.
"Before she left, she said…something," Miki sighs, "I'm not entirely sure with what she meant but, well, it wasn't just annoying. It was…really fucking disappointing."
"What? She said 'I love you'?" I quip.
I know Lily didn't say such a thing. Even so, I get the feeling Miki would have probably preferred that…as weird and random as it seems. In fact, she laughs at the idea.
"Right, as if that would ever happen between us," she snickers, "And I'm not just saying that 'cuz we just met. She seems way too distracted right now, actually, more angry than distracted. Last night said it all.
I cringe at a certain memory. Last night, I spotted some results of Lily and Miki's make-out session. Now that I know more activities ensued, I'm not so sure I want to hear any further details.
"Well, okay so you two…um…you two…
"Shit, Miku, we had sex whoop dee fucking do, it's not so hard to say."
"I was about to say it!"
"Yeah and I'd be having a nurse wiping my ass by then."
"You know, you and Lily act the same. Where's the fun in that? It would be like arguing with yourself, you ever thought of that?"
"That's sound interesting actually."
I face-palm.
"Ugh, just get to the point," I sigh, "What happen?"
"I'll try not to get into this. Lily is good…really GOOD and yeah sure, really aggressive and she practically clawed me from my neck to my bu-
"I meant this morning, Miki,"
"I'm getting there! This is important, trust me."
I roll my eyes.
"ANYWAYS, I can remember the sex, Miku, because, trust me, I wasn't as fucked up. I got more fucked up AFTER…or was it before…..no, it was definitely after…..hm…..maybe it was before…okay it was definitely AFTER the dancing and you know I can't dance if I'm fucked up so now I know it was DEFINITELY-
"Miki."
"It gradually went from experimental bliss to straight up hate-fucking. I can't deny I didn't like it. She was so dominating. Just took control and wasted no time. I didn't mind, I mean, I wanted her and I knew she wanted me too. Only problem was...halfway through the sex, I felt like she was…using me. And don't judge me for this…it was in the heat of the moment but…she said things. Things I actually liked…because of the thrill. She was so angry but…very….how can I describe it-OH! Passionate, that's the word. I wanted to see how much I could take. But then…well…she started calling me things. 'Slut', 'Bitch', 'Whore', 'Liar'. She said 'liar' more than anything. 'Fucking liar'. That's when I knew she was referring to someone else, probably even picturing someone else, I don't know. I don't know who she was coping from or fantasizing or whatnot but, she was using me, Miku. This morning, before she left, she said "Sorry" and then kissed me on the forehead. And I guess, that's the end of that I suppose."
One thing I will probably never understand is Miki's ability to be so nonchalant with her problems. She may not see it as a 'problem' herself but I know it bothers her. She's always had tough skin. It's something I've always admired about her. Yet, at the same time, it's also become a weakness of hers as well. When Miki snaps, she SNAPS. It's a result from the constant hiding and pretending she endures. Miki may smile a lot but rarely are they genuine.
"It's too bad," she sighs, "I was hoping the next time I could be sober but well, whatever."
"Um…Miki...are you really okay with this?"
"No."
Well, at least she's honest.
"Maybe its karma... do you remember Dominic?"
"Yeah, I remember him."
Of course I do. Dominic Boguino. Miki totally annihilated his pride and ego. Then again, he did dump Miki for another girl. So as revenge, my best friend went out with his sister, Dominica Boguino.
"Maybe this is karma for using his sister to piss him off."
"Dominic Boguino was a fucking asshole and he deserved the humiliation. And everyone knew Dominica was in on it. She boasted about going out with you…it made me sick."
Miki laughs and despite the unpleasant memories of Dominica Boguino, I smile. I never liked her, let alone the thought of her and Miki going out. That was a horrible experience.
"I still don't understand," I sigh, "How did I let you get away with that? You didn't know back then but still…that hurt."
"Miku, I was more than sorry, if I had known then I would have never went out with her. It was a stupid plan and it meant nothing in the end."
I laugh.
"Almost sounds like we're together."
"Yeah, I'm used to that already," Miki snickers, "And if we were…you would SO be bottom."
I gasp and my face flushes with utmost embarrassment.
"Miki!"
"Well, it's true, sorry."
These moments never end. Miki's boldness and my passiveness toward her humor, it's awkward for me but entertaining to her.
"On to serious matters, I'll talk to Lily."
Miki snorts.
"Ch'yea, okay. She isn't going to take this seriously, Miku."
"And how do you figure that?"
I know Lily. Well, I know enough about Lily but I'm positive she'll be willing to listen. After all, she's tolerated a couple slaps on my part.
"We've already slept together, Miku," Miki sighs, "And, y'know how that goes with me. It's all fun and games until someone wants to…"talk", ugh."
It suddenly becomes awkward and silent. And while I'm at total fault, Miki inquires for my lack of response. When I finally do answer, I try to be nonchalant but my best friend senses more. Eventually, Miki comes over. Her persistence gets her past my dad. A lie here and there and some flattery, it does the trick. A usual scene followed by her comfort and total regard to my fragile state. All the while, I battle with exposing what Luka and I have become. As much as I want to tell her, I can't. Not now.
I'm not ready to disappoint.
I've done enough of that to myself already.
Miki and I hang out. It's nice. Within the moment of our time we forget about a certain pair. That is, until we choose a specific color at a Fro-Yo stop. Miki gets lemon-cream and I get strawberry, yellow and pink, two distinctive colors. Miki throws it away before she can finish it. As for me, well, I can't waste a perfectly good dessert on an unpleasant reminder.
"What the fuck was I thinking?" she groans, "Lemon is terrible."
I snicker. And even though I know she doesn't really mean the flavor, I give her the reaction she can cope with. Humor is Miki's therapy and it's a shame Lily can't be her main source. I really thought they would hit it off. But now, that isn't so pleasant to think about. In fact, it's irritating.
The following Monday, Lily is the first person I seek at school. Unfortunately, throughout the day, she's nowhere to be found. Nor does she respond to my text which only furthers my frustration. The blonde gets under my skin along with Luka. As for the temptress, I had to endure more than lingering gazes and mind-fucks on her part. I can feel her stare; whether or not she's physically there.
I find myself observing her sometimes; especially after school. She seems so carefree and classy but little does everyone know she's more wild and dirty. It always sends shivers down my spine. In fact, it shamelessly excites me as well. She knows this. As her friends talk among themselves, I catch memorizing turquoise eyes directed to me. A familiar glint and a sneaky suggestive smile is all it takes and suddenly, I find myself writhing and muffling my cries against her clammy skin.
She gets me before I lock up the janitor closet. Rough and quick I come, basking in the darkness as I clutch onto her damp tresses. It takes great effort not to scream; especially as I watch her on her knees, head between my legs. She grasps me, nails digging into my thighs as she moans against my throbbing clit. It's hot and heavy, sweaty and dark, an extreme atmosphere filled with the scent of musk and cleaning supplies. I come with a loud shriek, hand instantly slapped against my mouth as I ride my orgasm.
Then she kisses me, long, slow, and sensual. I moan as I taste myself on her lips. A mix of cherry lip-balm, sweat, salt, and distinctive sweet but pungent taste grazes my tongue. Hot breath meets my ear and she whispers. I whimper from the sound of her sultry voice. I shudder at the fantasies she craves for. She wants things I never tried. In return, she's willing to try whatever I suggest. And while she hopes they're raw and dirty, I'm fantasizing of innocent scenarios.
There's a beach, a park, a picnic, a walk, a sunset, it takes a lot for me not to say.
That same reluctance follows through the week. Not just with Luka, but with everyone else at school. The strange glances continue and Kaito isn't the only source.
I'm not being paranoid this time. I know something isn't right. Kaito keeps looking at me like I publically rejected him. Through mutual understanding, I thought I made my disinterest clear but the way he's taking it is ridiculous. We're still friends…at least I think so.
"Hey, Kaito, we're still friends right?"
I asked him after Heath class. Immediately, my presence stirred jealousy and rage among his groupies.
"Excuse me," a girls snaps, "You can't just interrupt me."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't think it was an actual conversation."
"What do you mean?" her friend scoffs, "How obvious could it be that we're talking?"
"Oh! That was talking? Cuz it just seemed like all Kaito was doing was standing while you two giggle for no reason."
"I get that a lot," Kaito embarrassingly adds, "I don't know what to do."
Ridiculously enough, the girls laugh at the jock, proving my point as well.
"See?" I mumble.
"Okay, freshman, if you're here to creep, I suggest girls that are more welcoming," she adds, "Like total obvious buzz-cut carpetmun-
Kaito scolds her before she can finish but I catch on quickly.
Carpetmuncher? Did she just imply I go LOOK for a…lesbian?
"Wow, I haven't heard that one before," I dryly state before Kaito pulls me away.
The fact that their target of interest is walking off with me certainly irks them. And while I get an unsettling vibe from their previous remark, the next triggers more than confusion.
"Wait, I thought she was…is she bi?"
What the hell. Did she just…
"What the fuck was that about?"
"Girls, they're just girls, Miku," Kaito sighs.
"No, they're bitches and they just barked at me. I didn't understand anything just now, trust me."
He laughs.
"No, I mean it," I say, "I really mean I don't understand why that girl would say….that."
I could just brush it off. After all, those girls we're probably just being bitches. But then there's this nagging feeling telling me otherwise. At first, I didn't think any of it, that is, until I meet Kaito's strange gaze. He was observing me too intently, WAY too intently. And usually I would think he's just interested in me but this time, no, his stare was way too…personal.
He was being really creepy now. It was intolerable at this point.
"Kaito, what the fuck is your problem?"
He immediately averts eye contact, awkwardly trying to play it cool.
"N-Nothing."
Good god. Even his tone exposes him.
"Kaito, you're lying."
"Okay, I am," he groans, "I'm just…I'm shocked, Miku. I'm shocked about THIS and I can't accept it. Not yet, at least."
Two things run through my head at that moment. One, Kaito must be on something. And two, he knows something.
I'm hesitant to ask, even a little scared.
"It didn't make sense at first. I mean to just assume something like that…especially with a girl like you. And look at you though, you're just…I wouldn't have expected it, Miku. You're so…I like you. You're so cute, so…I like petite and cute and the guys make fun of me but they don't understand it. You're beautiful."
I blush although I wish he could just get to the point.
"T-thanks Kaito," I mumble, "But what do you mean by-
"I just wish you weren't," he sighs, "I tried. I really did but, well, you can't help it if you're not attracted to me. I get it."
It starts to dawn on me. Aside from the flattery and the genuine concern in Kaito's voice, one thing over-shadows it all.
"Y-you...you wish I wasn't…what…Kaito?"
He blinks, a confused expression as he answers.
"Well, I mean…uh…Miku, you're gay, right?"
Everything stops. From time to space, possibly even my own breathing. There's no way Kaito just said that, no way he could assume something like that. Or am I that obvious? Am I? Wait, no. I'm missing something.
"You think I'm…gay?"
I don't admit it nor do I risk hinting that's he right. However he found out, there has to be a logical explanation. No way am I going to credit his instincts. The guy's an idiot for fuck sakes.
"Well, I…" Kaito struggles to answer, "It would make sense."
"It would make sense 'cuz I don't feel the same way you do?"
I'm not too sure how to see this. Is it egotistic or reasonable for Kaito to assume such a thing? It's true, I am gay but that's none of his business. He could have just taken the hint. I never lead him on. I never texted him back, I left him hanging, and when it comes down to it, I just wasn't interested enough for him to continue chasing after me.
"Isn't that the reason you don't?"
Oh, I'll give him more reasons than that. Better, logical, relevant reasons.
"Oh, I don't know, Kaito," I snap, "Maybe it's because you're too dumb, or too full of yourself. Maybe I don't like you because there's someone else, or I'm too shy or scared. Or maybe it's because you're a dick and I'm not into jocks. Whatever the reason Kaito, you shouldn't be quick to assume that I'm gay. You could always kindly ask you fucking prick."
I don't bother with his response. He doesn't have one to begin with anyway. He just simply gapes at me, surprised beyond anything else that little 'ol me tore him a new one.
"That bastard."
It's all I've been able to say since lunch started. Meanwhile, Rin and Cul add to my current disappointment in Kaito Shion.
"I'm just surprised he was able to process thoughts over anything…even if it was your sexuality, Miku."
"Yeah, he's in my Algebra class," Cul adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Then again, he asked me how to spell 'Coffee' once."
"That bastard."
"I know right? It's math class, not spelling that fucktard."
"No, not that," I sigh, "That's just sad. I should be mad not sorry for him."
"Don't feel sorry," Rin snickers, "It's not your fault he's such an idiot. I mean, the guy dated Meiko Sakine."
"Yeah, but you can't deny that she's attractive," Cul adds, "I prefer Luka but you can't really compare the two."
"What are you talking about?" Rin laughs, "Yes, you can. They both have big boobs, there, easy to notice that between the two."
"Actually, Meiko's are bigger. She's a lot more voluptuous. But Luka has the tone and the slimness and her breasts highly accentuate her small waist."
"The way I see it, Meiko is like "jello on springs" and Luka is like solid…titanium. Its firm and nothing can break it unless you're scorching like molten metal."
"Scorching like Lily Masuda," Cul snickers, "I admire her so much."
"Who doesn't?" Rin adds.
I'm tempted to say I don't but Rin seems like a dangerous fan-girl of the blonde. I'm not going to get into that with her right now. Last thing I need is an irrelevant argument about boobs and ass or as respectful admirers of the female body would say, 'breast and buttocks'. Good god, all they need is some tea to go along with their continuing observation on the senior girls.
"Well, I would love to contribute to the subject of 'bitties and tooty', but I'm mad thirsty…like Neru over there."
It was simply an observation but the second I saw my cousin, a familiar sick feeling returned. It's rare to see the senior girls at lunch. Today, however, I guess Luka and her group decided to show up. Not to mention at the spot Neru regularly hangs out at.
"Those bitches have Subway," Rin mutters, "And I hate Subway but I rather eat that right now than this Baked Cheese-It shit."
"I heard they had a meeting," Cul adds, "I wonder who's next in line for varsity captain."
"Well, with the way Neru is kissing Luka's ass these days, I wouldn't be surprised if it's her," Rin says.
"True, but Ritsu is interested in the position as well. She's really good and I'm sure Luka notices too."
Rin simply nods although I can tell she's become uncomfortable with the mention of a certain redhead. It's none of my business but I can't deny that I'm interested to know. I get this weird sense radiating from the two, as if something personal and embarrassing occurred between them. Speaking of weird senses, I can't help this vibe of watchful eyes aimed at me. After Kaito, I wouldn't be surprised if my paranoia is reasonable this time.
"Guys, do you ever get the feeling that people are talking about you?"
"People talk all the time," Cul snorts, "Just like we're bound to use the bathroom each day, people are bound to talk crap…especially among the youth."
"Yeah," Rin snickers, "We might as well be eating from our asses and shitting from our mouths."
The joke sounds disgusting but the image has Rin and Cul laughing hard and loud. The moment ends too soon after Cul drapes her arm over Rin.
"Don't touch me."
Cul immediately retracts her arm and awkwardly shifts closer to my side and away from Rin.
"Anyway, what's gotten you so worked up?"
I sigh and glance at a nearby sight before responding.
"A lot"
Luka seems to be having fun yet I get this sadness just from seeing it occur without me. And with Neru involved, I get the urge to do more than kicking her in the face. In fact, I don't like the way she's smiling at Luka. My guess is that they're talking about hair. Neru keeps touching the beauty's coral-colored tresses and pretending it's a mustache. That playful demeanor there is enough to set me off.
I stand up with a loud shift to my seat. I'm not going to watch this crap.
"Wait, where are you going?" Rin asks.
I shrug and sneak a glance at the unsettling scene before me.
"I need to go…find someone," I sigh and a very important reminder dawns to me, "Lily, have you seen Lily?"
Cul shakes her head and Rin smiles apologetically.
"Shit," I mutter, "three absences in a row…I wonder what's up."
"Maybe she's sick," Rin says, "Have you texted her?"
"She's not responding and when I call, it goes straight to voicemail…I'm getting worried."
I check my phone once again. There's a message from Miki and strangely enough, from Kaito as well.
The nerve of that guy, I swear.
Miki is experiencing the same problem as me. Not one text from Lily this week. As for Kaito, a passage so long, it's revolting and filled with "feelings".
12:58 p.m.
Kaito: Hey Miku I want to say Im sorry this is embarrassing I want to talk to you and say sorry face to face but I bet you don't want to look at me after what happen it was a dick move but I need to tell you something important it took someone else for me to wonder otherwise I wouldnt have thought that of you never in a million years Im angry that I let the rumor get to me please dont think Im a bad guy I really like you but if you really think I'm full of myself or stupid okay I get it but please give me a chance lets talk yeah? Maybe over cofee yh? Its on me.
It's a text therefore I shouldn't take his apology that seriously. Not to mention he spelled 'coffee' wrong which is ironic considering Cul recent story. He's right about one thing though, we should talk but not for the reason he hopes for. There's one word in his entire message that stands out, makes me cringe, and hold my breath.
Rumor.
It all comes together. The strange glances from random students, a certain cheerleader's friendliness, Kaito's weird moping, I knew all along there was a reason behind it all. Yet, I didn't think it would derive from such an unoriginal speculation. I'm in a typical mean girl situation now. Guy likes me. Bitch hates it. Bitch starts rumor. Guy stays away because of rumor. It's cliché but popular as well.
And the cause of it can't be any more obvious.
Meiko.
I don't waste time. The bell rings and Rin and Cul holler at me. I move so quick that they're struggling to catch up, pushing through the crowd as I get closer and closer to a certain group.
"Meiko!"
It takes one cheerleader's attention to get the rest. Even so, only one intimidates me on the spot. I expected her to ignore me as she usually does around her friends but this time, Luka actually says hi.
"Miku, hey," she smiles.
Holy crap.
My previous intentions falter.
"Uh, um, hi Luka," I meekly respond.
"You look nice," she says, "Cute skirt…especially the thigh high-socks, so adorable."
She's complimenting me, smiling at me, and observing me out with those warm, bright turquoise eyes. And while Avanna adds to her sudden commentary, I catch a familiar glint.
"Luka's right," Avanna says, "It's so simple but really stylish. I really love the little red bows attached to the sides."
"Me? Stylish?" I gape, "You guys are really saying that about ME?"
"Why not?" Luka adds, "I don't think you notice how good you look sometimes."
She grins and despite the open friendliness, I can't help but step back.
"I think you're scaring her, Luka," Avanna laughs.
"Am I, Miku?" Luka snickers, "Don't worry, I don't bite."
Recent memories flash, from hot breaths to desperate hands pulling and clawing at sweaty skin. It far more than distracting, it's torturous and completely inappropriate right now. I'm supposed to be confronting Meiko, not falling for Luka's secret nature.
"N-no, I-uh, it's fine, I just nee-
"I envy it, don't you guys?" the beauty adds, "I can't pull off that style."
"Yeah, you'll just look like a stripper," Avanna quips, "I think we all would, too much going around with our "assets"."
The girls laugh and Luka rolls her eyes.
"Especially Meiko," the brunette adds, "Bow chika bow wow."
The laughter increases and Meiko slaps her arm. And judging from Avanna's cry, she probably bruised her too.
"Fuck off, Avanna," she mutters, "I'm in a real shit mood today so don't add fuel to the fire when it's already close to your face."
"Sorry, damn."
Shit.
It's bad enough with Meiko starting a rumor but it's bound to get ugly if she's already more than willing to hurt someone. I can already picture her lunging at me after dealing with whatever she's going through. My guess is PMS.
-something to say to me?"
Due to my sudden reluctance and constant thoughts, I fail to catch what the brunette asked. This only irritates her more.
"Miku!"
I jump.
"Huh?"
"You have something to say? Yes or no?" Meiko asks, "I heard you say my name before Luka got all Disney princess-ey."
"How is complimenting another girl's outfit make me anywhere NEAR that?"
"Please, your friendliness irks me," the brunette adds, "I wouldn't be surprised if you could pull a rabbit out of your ass and start singing with it."
"Actually that would make me more of a magician."
"Whatever," the brunette scoffs, "So c'mon Miku, out with it."
The words are stuck in my throat. And while I try to muster the courage I once had, Meiko's observant stare only worsens my state. I'm stiff and stuttering non-sense now.
"W-well, um, I n-noticed…th-tha-um, you-no um….well, a-actual-la-ly-uh-
"Good god, Meiko."
I was hoping she would but I didn't expect it. Luka is stepping up for me.
"Just because you're in a shit mood doesn't mean everyone else has to suffer. You could try asking nice. It won't kill you."
The girls are quiet, shocked, even scared as Luka continues.
"She's probably wondering why your ex-boyfriend won't fuck off but that isn't her damn fault."
No, Luka. Why would you mention Kaito? Now I'm dead for sure.
"You know she's not interested. We all do actually. So stop being such a bitch. It's giving you frown lines for fuck sakes. HE'S giving you frown lines."
Meiko instantly slaps at her own forehead, seemingly panicked with Luka's sudden outburst.
"Frown lines?!"
And with that, Meiko makes a run for it; probably to check her complexion in the girls' restroom.
"She just can't let go of that tosser, I swear," Luka mutters, "I'm really sorry about that, Miku."
I'm smiling at her, gratefully and with awe. Suddenly, an endearing sight before me appears and I almost gasp. Luka blushes from my gaze and immediately tears eye contact. She clears her throat but the stiffness in her posture furthers betrays her. She's nervous and it's all because of me.
She's so cute. It's taking so much not to pounce on her right now.
"I thought she was going to slap you," Avanna says, "but you're best friends so of course, you get away with it."
The brunette snickers, although the humor is cut short.
"No but seriously," she adds, "Meiko needs to calm the jealousy rage. You would think she's fine after what Neru said but even that news won't help."
Wait.
What?
"What did you say?"
The mention of Neru stirs more than the usual discomfort. Now that she's brought up, I realize how quick she was to disappear before approaching Meiko. I was blinded by my own rage to pay any mind to her. Now that same rage has returned.
"What do mean by "Neru said"?"
I can tell Avanna senses my building anger. And as a result, she steps back, glancing at Luka before she answers.
"Well, she-
"I for one think it's nice."
While Avanna has distant herself from me, Luka closes the space between her and I. She's smiling at me, seemingly innocent as she tilts her head and observes me intently.
"Right Avanna?"
The brunette shrugs and snickers.
"Doesn't bother me," she adds, "Pretty cool, actually."
"Yeah…you're right."
A sneaky once-over, a familiar glint, and suddenly, my fears fade away.
"Out and proud, it is cool."
A/N: I'm already bombarding myself with questions. But feel free to express yourself. Lily is major in the next chapter and I have her part down. All that's left is in between scenes that I hope will make you laugh or drool ;D Until next time :) And thanks for reading :D