Disclaimer: I wish I did, but I don't own anything that has to do with Inuyasha.

Summary: Kagome was known as a rebel. After being kicked out of her previous school, Kagome is thrown into a world inhabited by the people she hates most, Preps. The only thing getting her through school is her three best friends. That was until a certain boy causes a rift between the Rebels and the PrepsKagome must decide if this boy, who is neither Rebel nor Prep, is worth all the trouble.

Different Worlds, Same Desire

Chapter 1 – The Showdown Begins

I had recently transferred to Shikon High. It was one of those prestigious schools where all the stuck up, snobby rich people went. 'Course I can't say that about the whole student body because my best friends attend this school. Sango, Miroku, and Shippo are the only reason I tolerate this hellhole. This was my third week here and I was already sick of it.

I was forced to go here because my parents felt this school would "help me get my act together" as my mother put it. The only reason I was kicked out of my other school was because some tramp wanted to cause problems. Well after a good punch to the face and some strong verbal abuse, she learned her lesson. Unfortunately, I didn't think I was going to get off that easily, and it turns out I was right. One of her little stuck-up followers went and snitched on me. The next day I was sent up the principal's office where I found out that I was being expelled. This, in all truth, was fine with me. I was sick of this school anyway. So I headed back to get my things and when I walked in I saw the girl who told on me. I could practically feel the fear coming off of her. I inwardly laughed, she should be afraid. But as it were, I was officially done with this school. So, instead of hospitalizing another girl, I grabbed my stuff and said goodbye to that crap school.

So here I am, trapped in this hellhole known as a school. And from what I've seen in these past couple of weeks, I'd give it one more week, two tops, before I am kicked out of here too.

Today was the beginning of my fourth week at Shikon High. I had one week, two if I was lucky, before some slut made me mad and suffered the consequences. I had just finished my gourmet breakfast of toast and apple juice when my mom announced it was time to go to school. Faking enthusiasm, I kissed her and my bro goodbye – my dad was already at work – and headed out the door. Fortunately, this school was in reasonable walking distance, unlike my last one.

When I arrived, the school grounds were already packed with the vermin I hated. I am actually amazed I am still here, really, because there are a least ten reasons standing around me at this very moment, obvious proof that I shouldn't be. But, as a reason unknown to me, I have refrained from harming any of them; which is a miracle in itself. I truly don't understand how others can stand these people. They are greedy little vultures who rip you apart until there's nothing left, and if you are one of those shy people who don't know what "defending yourself" means then you're initially screwed. I, along with my friends, are the only exceptions to this fact. We don't take crap off of anyone, and because this school is mainly inhabited by these pests, all four of us have to restrain ourselves; and believe me, if you've ever met one of these people, you would understand how hard that task really is.

I walked past a few of the said creatures as they gossiped about the latest fashion, which I have come to believe is like their default setting. Talking to one of them would be like talking to a sock. I avoided the urge to say a comment to them; believe it or not I was actually trying to stay in this school. Day by day, though, that goal became harder and harder to achieve.

Looking up at my school, I noticed for once how big it is. This, in this case, was a good thing. Distance was the main key to walking among these people. It's what saved them from certain fury each day. The school had one main building right in front where the lockers were. Then two hallways, one on each side, led to the smaller buildings. These buildings were the classrooms and cafeteria. Behind the main building was a quad where you could eat outside. I've noticed it has become segregated since my arrival. Behind the quad was the field where gym took place. Next to the field, in its own separated building, was the gym. This gym, might I add, was huge. Of course my favorite part was the work out room, where my friends and I would do our boxing. That was our main hobby. In a place like this, we needed a constructive place to take out our anger. Because though you may think otherwise, I can't go around taking our frustration out on the Preps. Trust me though, deep down I really wanted to.

Anyway, as I continued up the steps that lead into the main building, I happened – course with these loud mouths, who wouldn't? – to overhear some wannabe cheerleaders talking about some transfer student. One, in particular, named Inuyasha. According to the gossip mill, this Inuyasha was already claimed by the school's slut and head of the group I detested, Kikyo; or as I like to call her, Kinky-ho. I shook my head as I continued on. The dude hasn't even gotten here yet and she is already claiming the poor guy. Though, if he's coming here, he is probably just like all these other retards so maybe it is for the best. It would be like a match made in hell.

I pushed open the doors and headed over to my locker. Before I got there though, I heard my name being shouted above all the screeching of the scum that was migrating around me. I looked in the direction that the voice came and I saw my best bud Sango waving her arms frantically, trying to get my attention. I hated the main building because that was where everyone hung out before first bell. And that meant in order to get anywhere you had to squeeze your way through the disgusting bodies, and personally, that didn't sit well with me. Unfortunately, it looked like I had no choice seeing as how Sango made no move to come to me. Sighing, I began the dangerous walk to her. And I say dangerous because this is one of the times where I have to refrain myself from hitting someone. People are surprisingly rude to people they don't know. I ran into at least five people before I even reached Sango.

Just as I was about to reach her, someone got brave and decided to push past me, nearly knocking me into a row of lockers. No "excuse me" or "pardon me" was uttered. The nerve of these people. I had finally reached Sango when I noticed that I was breathing harshly through my nose.

"You look like a bull ready to charge." commented Sango as we slid over to the wall, away from the traffic.

"I feel like a bull ready to charge. I just got here and I am already pissed off. So much for a good day." I said, anger coating every word.

"There is no such thing as a "good day" here, just tolerable ones. I, however, felt considerably better when I happened to trip a guy and made him smack his face on an open locker." said Sango as a satisfactory smile appeared on her face.

I laughed at the look. "Sango, I thought we were going to find other ways to take out our frustration? Trust me, the moments do get tempting to smack a few people, but you and I have been kicked out of enough schools. Let's not add another one."

Sango sighed heavily. "I know, but this time it was no big deal. No one saw me do it and the guy deserved it to begin with." stated Sango as she turned her head at the shout of her name. I looked as well and noticed Miroku coming towards us. Now that I think about it, both Miroku and Shippo have it easy. They don't have to deal with the crap me and Sango do. Though, they do have to deal with unwanted attention from the trashy females. So I guess they do have it as rough as we do.

I turned back to Sango. "What did he do? Must have been something bad, because you rarely hit anyone."

An angry look surfaced on Sango's face as she remembered what happened. It takes a lot to make Sango mad to point where she gets physical, so this must have been really bad. "This asshole thought he could come on to me and when I heatedly rejected him, saying I already had a boyfriend and I wouldn't date him even if my life depended on it, he talked crap about Miroku being some worthless wimp. You and I both know that no one besides me can talk about Roku like that, so I tripped the jerk and he just happened to fall into an open locker."

I smirked at her triumphant look. Before I could say anything though, Miroku strolled up to us. But, being the perverted guy he is, Miroku had to cop a feel which earned him a round about slap to the face from Sango.

"Well Sango, between giving that guy a bloody nose and beating the crap out of Miroku, I'd say you are stress free. Until lunch that is."

Miroku was rubbing his stinging cheek when he turned towards Sango. "You gave a guy a bloody nose?"

"Not a big one, it barely bled at all. But anyway, he was talking crap about you, of course I gave him a bloody nose." said Sango as she watched a pack of giggling girls go by.

I watched as Miroku's eyes got all big and watery. "Sango dearest, you defended me? I feel so loved!" said Miroku in a wishy-washy voice.

"You're my boyfriend idiot, though sometimes I wonder, of course I'd defend you. But if you cop another feel then you'll end up just like him." Sango said sternly as she headed off to her locker. We had about five minutes before first bell rang.

Miroku just smiled at her threat. He and I both knew Sango would never follow through with it. She loved him too much. 'Course by watching them, love would be the last thing you would think of. But believe it or not they were deeply in love; they just had an odd way of showing it.

After Miroku got over, in his words "a precious moment," we headed off to our classes. I had English first, and I hated it with a passion. It wouldn't have been so bad if Kinky-ho hadn't have occupied a seat in the room. I have to deal with her enough during passing period and lunch, having her in a class was asking a little much.

I walked into class and sure enough, there she was. Normally I would ignore her, but today, unfortunately, she was the first thing I saw. If I'm not blind by now, I will be after today. Today, she decided to grace us with a view of the expensive boob job. I don't think that shirt could get any lower, but Kinky-ho is full of surprises. Kinda like last week I bet Sango that she didn't have any skirts shorter than the one she wore last week, but I stand corrected because this shorter than short jean skirt left nothing to the imagination. I really do not want to see what she doesn't have to offer. I had a sneaky suspicion that that transfer student was scheduled to arrive today. Normally she doesn't dress this sluttish so it must be because he's coming here today. I sighed and then ventured to my seat in the back. Distance was greatly applied in this class. I was all the way on the other side of the room, away from her.

Sitting down, I looked up at the board to see what we would be doing. This, however, caused Kinky-ho to be in my peripheral vision. Because of that, I was able to see the hated glare she was giving me. To me though, it looked more like she was constipated. This made me laugh, which she noticed and decided that I need more torture and walked over to the sit at the empty desk that was next to me.

"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you freak." she said in a shrill voice. I had the instinct to want to cover my ears. She sounds like a dying animal.

"And why is that Kinky-ho?" I asked indifferently.

"You are such a loser; you don't deserve to be here." By her tone I would say her anger is rising. Mission accomplished.

"Be that as it may, I am here nonetheless. So before your presence makes me commit suicide, could you please get the hell away from me?" I said, turning a hostile glare upon her.

She sat there shocked for a minute before she huffed and stood up, her skirt going up even farther, making me want to puke. "You better just stay away from Inuyasha; he's mine. Trash like you doesn't deserve someone like him." she said.

"Okay, one: your really making me want to slit my throat by your mere presence, two: don't even get the idea that you can ever tell me what to do, and three: I feel sorry for the guy. He has someone like you chasing after him like some desperate whore. Personally, I hope he screams bloody murder when he sees you. Everyone knows that's what I do when I have to see your hideous face." I said.

Looking up at her, I could see the steam coming out of her ears. Yep I definitely accomplished my mission for English. Pissing off Kinky-ho (check).

I watched her glare at me, or at least try to. It still looked like she was constipated. She turned swiftly, almost killing some guy who was going to sit down, and stomp back to her seat. Thankfully the teacher came in, along with the most beautiful guy I had ever seen.

The teacher walked over to her desk and rummaged around with some papers. The guy stood by her desk waiting. I took this chance to view his profile. Long, beautiful silver hair flowed down to his lower back. I have never seen that shade on anyone before. I wonder if it's real. Not to mention, it looked perfectly silky; even from this distance. His eyes made me want to melt on the spot. They were liquid pools of gold, a certain mischievousness swimming in their depths. He was dressed normally for a Prep. He dressed more like my friends and I do. He had somewhat baggy blue jeans that hugged his hips perfectly. Up top was a regular red t-shirt that showed off his muscles nicely.

I was completely entranced by this guy. His beauty was unreal. I was brought out of my drooling thoughts when the teacher cleared her throat to get our attention.

"Hello class," said Ms. Takuya. "We have a new student today. His name is Inuyasha Takahashi."

This must be the guy, because once glance at Kinky-ho made it clear. She was leaning slightly over her desk, her chest about to fall out of her "shirt" at any minute. As Ms. Takuya told him where his seat would be – consequently right next to mine – Kinky-ho made sure to pout and look as sluttish as possible while he passed by. And to my dismay, he actually paid her mind and he even smiled at her. I mean really? Is he going to be like every other Prep and fall for her measly tricks just so she can do him and leave him?

I watched him sit down next to me. At first he just looked straight ahead, so that's what I did. Then, just as Ms. Takuya was about to begin her lecture, he turned to me and smiled. A smile that made me want to jump him right there.

"Hi," he whispered. "I'm Inuyasha." His voice was like honey that made my mind go into a little haze before I was brought out of it when he extended his hand for me to shake.

Taking is softly into my own, I shook it and told him my name, "Kagome, welcome to hell."

Surprisingly he laughed. "Ya I got the same impression. Especially with her." he said as he looked at Kinky-ho, who once again, was giving me a constipated/angry glare.

"Ya that's Kinky-ho. I'm warning you head of time that she will do whatever she can to make you hers." I said as I sighed. She is so annoying, if it wasn't for the fact that we are in class, I would be tormented with her annoying voice.

Inuyasha laughed that sexy laugh again, inwardly making me swoon. "Ill keep that in mind."

I smiled in return and returned to the board. 'Well this is unexpected. I was sure he was going to turn out like every other prep here, another person to piss me off. Thankfully, he seemed to be just the opposite. I don't know what it was, but something about him instantly drew me in. Well Kinky-ho, let the showdown begin.'

End of Chapter 1

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