Summary: High school drama in all it's scandal stained glory. Alternative Universe. Pairings undeclared.

P.s. Authors note: Made a few changes

Kagome

Life was like a cake mixture.

I kept thinking this as I poured in milk, eggs, and the cake mixture. I tried mixing it manually, but I'd only succeeded in making a bigger mess of a kitchen, and a not so successful cake mixture. Finally, I turned on the egg beater and gazed out the window as it worked it's not so messy magic.

Every ingredient you added to the mixture was like every event or person in your life. And when you try to mix it together to create one smooth mix, you can either make a huge mess, or you can get that lovely, delicious tasting batter.

However delicious my cake would end up, my life was about to become that huge mess, and I didn't even have a clue.

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After cleaning up the mess I made, wrapping up the cake and putting it in the refrigerator, I ran upstairs to freshen up. First stop: washroom. The walls were painted a pretty sky blue, and the white counters gleamed with products. I chose a few after washing my face, then straightened my hair as I pulled it out of my baking pony tail. I groaned when I saw the time. It had taken me an hourto clean up? I quickly straightened my clothes and brushed my teeth.

I glanced at my watch again, and then bounded down the stairs, fetching my blue hobo bag on the way. Slipping on my blue leopard spotted flats, I turned around to shout, "I'm going out! I'll be back tonight, call my cell if you need anything!" to my dad.

My dad gave a grunt from his study. He probably hadn't heard a word I'd said. He'd been really busy lately, with work. Sometimes, he spent nights in his office at work, falling asleep after a huge load of papers. I felt bad, seeing him work so hard.

"Don't over-exert yourself!" I warned, and then shut the door, locking it behind me.

I was on my way to have dinner with Inuyasha, my boyfriend since freshman year. Inuyasha had been my friend (or bully) since kindergarten, but he'd always been a little too immature and loud for me to actually be into him. He was really torn up when his parents divorced in seventh grade and his mom moved away, remarrying. I started to see a more sensitive side of him, and I think that's what brought us together.

He was still a little rough when he spoke, and he had a bad temper. However, I knew him well enough to know that the way he acted only reflected how much he cared about something.

I finally spotted the café we were going to, and I smiled. It was easy to find him, because of his long, yes silver, hair. In freshman year, his hair had been up to his waist and very thick. I'd convinced him soon after to get it shortened to about mid-back length and layered. He kept his silver bangs, which I must admit, were pretty cute.

At the moment, he was wearing a red sweater and baggy torn, faded jeans. On his head was his signature red cap. I grinned at his familiar choice of clothes. Finally, I reached him and I slipped my arms around him, smiling up at him shyly. We kissed briefly, and then he slung his arm around my shoulder. I leaned into him as we walked inside. He got us a table for two on the outside balcony.

The evening was exceptionally warm, with a comfortable breeze, and I loved the idea of eating outside. I beamed as we sat down.

"Your bangs are getting pretty long." I said, smiling. I reached a hand out to softly lift his hair from his eyes.

"Yeah?" He asked, grinning, taking my hand and kissing my fingers. I giggled.

"Yeah," I replied challengingly. "Maybe this time you should get a bowl cut." I teased, knowing how sensitive he was about his hair. It took nearly three months of persuading to get him to get a trim.

He gasped, gaping at me. "God, no." He nearly growled.

I laughed. "No, really, I think they're very sexy." I offered, continuing to toy with his hair.

He finally grinned. "I think they're sexier on girls, say, you?" He retorted, shoving his cap onto my head.

I laughed again, adjusting his hat so I could see. "I'll get one if you do." I teased. I'd probably get one before he did.

He wrinkled his nose.

Soon, the food arrived and we laughed more. Once we were done, we began walking back to his house, where he had arranged a movie for us to watch.

The movie had been my choice, a chick flick with Drew Barrymore. As I got down on my knees to turn on the dvd player, Inuyasha flew to the couch, adjusting himself into a comfortable position. I didn't hear him get up, but a moment later, his breath was warm on my neck. Turning me around, he planted his lips on mine in a way that sent chills through my body. Pleasant chills.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and his arms slipped around my waist as we leaned into each other. For a while, it was bliss, until I felt him slowly slipping his hands under my shirt. Not breaking the kiss, I moved his hands back on top of my shirt.

He redirected his lips to my throat as I turned my head, panting. His hands began moving to the front of my shirt, groping me softly. I moaned quietly, but moved his hands away again.

We pulled an inch apart, and he whispered my name softly. Then, he began inching my shirt up. I held my arms timidly around my chest, so he couldn't pull it higher. He leaned in to kiss the spot behind my ear, trying to make me let go. I felt my resistance slipping. A moment longer, and I wouldn't know why I was refusing him. I pulled my face farther from his as he continued trying to raise my shirt.

I shook my head, gasping for breath. He finally stopped and resumed to running his hands up and down my front, through the cloth. I settled for that, and we began kissing again.

Inuyasha walked me home like a gentlemen, but didn't say a word, sulking. He then gave me a kiss on my forehead before he turned to leave. I watched him go, and then I slipped inside my house.

"Dad?" I called, to let him know I was home.

When there was no reply from his study, I called his name again, and then went to look. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and his books were pulled out of the shelf. No dad. There was a single note taped to the edge of his table. I picked it up and began reading. It was dad, telling me something had happened at work and he would spend the night there. I sighed. I was already used to it.

Since Souta, my very annoying just-discovering-puberty little brother was away sleeping over at his friend's house, I was home alone. I quickly ran upstairs and lay down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling and mulling over my thoughts.

Inuyasha had been hinting that he wanted to sleep with me for a few weeks now, and I just wasn't sure if I was ready for it. I still wasn't sure if I loved him as more than a friend, and I didn't want to sleep with someone I wasn't in love with.

Sighing again, I took my cell phone from my pocket, and called Kikyou. Kikyou was like a sister to me. We'd grown up together as cousins and even looked a little similar, although I would say she looked much prettier and sophisticated. Guys fell over Kikyou like snow in winter. If anyone knew about guys, it would be her.

When she picked up, I instantly filled her in with all the details.

When I stopped, Kikyou giggled. "Take a breath. You might need it after all that talking." She suggested. "Anyways, you and Inuyasha have been like, going out forever. In high school terms, you guys are practically married. Why won't you sleep with him?" She asked me. I loved Kikyou and all, but we definitely weren't on the same page when it came to relationships.

"Because…I don't know, I don't think I'm ready." I guess to Kikyou it was a huge shock that as a junior, (albeit a new junior – as in I'd only been one for about two weeks or so) I was still a virgin.

Kikyou gave a sigh. "Ready scheadmy. Does it feel good when he, you know, pushes you too far?" She asked, using the way I had put it.

I thought about it, then shamefully added, "Maybe, a bit. But part of it feels wrong." I admitted.

Kikyou sighed dramatically. "Little, young, naïve, Kagome." She chided. "What ever shall we do with you?"

What ever, indeed.

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Inuyasha called me the next day, with apologies. "I know you're not ready, and I respect that. I acted like a total, immature kid last night and I'm sorry about that. Forgive me?" He asked.

"Like you even have to ask." I replied, smiling. "God, I don't know why you make everyone think you're a jerk. Sometimes you're so sweet."

He groaned. "Please don't say that." Then he laughed. "Anyways, want to hang out? I'll buy you lunch. As an apology." He told me. "And I want to tell you something."

"Tempting." I said, thinking of it. "Fine." I finally agreed.

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"So, who is he?" I asked again. Inuyasha and I were sitting in starbucks, talking about the latest in his life.

"A while before I was born," Inuyasha started. "My dad was cheating on my mom with this girl he met at a cafe. He didn't think anything would come from it after he stopped seeing her. In sixth grade, that girl found my dad and told him she had a thirteen year old son...that was his."

"So you have a half brother?" I asked, eyes wide. I couldn't imagine that.

Inuyasha nodded, but continued. "Some how, my mom found out and they started fighting. Then my mom wanted a divorce. After that, well, my half brother lived with us for about one and a half years."

"So if he lived with you for that long, how come no one else knew? How come I didn't know?" I asked, confused. Even if we weren't the best of friends back then, he would have told me.

"He attended a public school in a different district. I never even told anyone about him because I hated him." Inuyasha spat out. Then he calmed down. "Then he was sent to some expensive boarding school. He's supposed to be going to college now, but he's taking a year off, the asshole and he's decided to spend it here. With us. Working for my dad." Inuyasha finished, groaning into his hand.

"Wow." I said, taking it in. Inuyasha had had a secret half brother this entire time? "What's so awful about him?" I asked.

"He's a pompous asshole. The entire time he lived here, he always acted like it was a pain and we were burdening him. He always talked to me like I was some stupid kid." Inuyasha said angrily.

I took his hand. "But you weren't, and you're not." I told him. He gave me a small grin. Trying to lighten the mood, I asked, "So what's his name, anyways? So I don't have to call him The Nameless One."

Inuyasha hesitated. "Sesshomaru." He said finally, in a very hostile tone.