Please R&R!!!!
Kagome tapped her paper with her pencil, staring mindlessly up at the whiteboard. "Psst!" whispered a voice behind her. Kagome snapped back into reality, dropping her pencil in the process. "PSST!" the voice whispered, louder, again. Kagome turned around and looked at Miroku annoyingly. He grinned and winked. "I'm not giving you the homework again." She said bluntly and began to turn around. "Hey, hey, hey!" he said, his smiling broadening and putting his hands up in mock innocence. "That's not what I was asking for!" Kagome rolled her eyes. "What is it, then?" Miroku's eyes flashed to his left. Kagome followed them and found herself staring at a girl's face. She had never seen her before. "She's new." began Miroku. "Which means she doesn't know your reputation yet." Kagome said, shaking her head. "Exactly!" Grinned Miroku. "After class, will you." "Miroku, Kagome?" said a voice from the front of the class. Kagome turned around and found the teacher's disapproving gaze directed at her. "Could we leave the love-fest until after class?" he said sternly. Kagome smiled meekly and looked up at the clock. Three minutes left. Suddenly, she felt hot breath at the back of her neck. "afterclasswillyouaskherifshewantstomaybeseeamovieorsomething?" said Miroku's voice quickly. "What?" snapped Kagome. "After class will you ask her if she wants to maybe see a movie or something?" said Miroku softly. "No!" Kagome said through gritted teeth. "Do your own dirty work!" "Well, I was planning too." Laughed Miroku. Kagome turned around and glared. "Leave her alone." "Fine, fine." Said Miroku, faking a look of sadness. Kagome sighed and turned around quickly. She didn't want to get in trouble again. She glanced at the clock. One minute. "Maybe if you could just say 'hello' for me?" asked Miroku. Kagome turned around and stared at him sternly. "Miroku, you don't have to harass every female that is in existence!" "Kagome! After class!" the teacher yelled. The bell rang. "Oo," Miroku winced. "I suppose that was my fault?" But then his attention was drawn towards his prey, which was leaving the classroom. "Well, gotta go." He ran off. "Yeah, it's ok," said Kagome bitterly. She angrily gathered her books and threw them in her bag. "You drop this?" asked a voice behind her. Kagome spun around to come face-to-face with the strangest looking boy she had ever seen. His amber eyes were matched by a scowl, and he had long, silver hair that reached the middle of his back that covered up-wait.were those.ears?! Kagome gaped. "This yours?" he said again, this time holding up her pencil. "Erm.yeah.yeah that's mine." She mumbled, taking the pencil from him. "Kind of lame if you ask me." He said frankly. Kagome blinked. "What?" she asked, puzzled. "Dropping your pencil to get my attention. Kind of cliché." He said, shrugging his shoulders and sauntering off. Kagome stared after him. "But.but." she stammered, but he had already left the classroom. Creep! she thought. Trying to get his attention.really! She sighed angrily and sat down. Nothing was going right today. "Kagome?" Kagome looked toward the teacher, who was now holding a bucket and mop. Nothing.
Kagome slammed her locker door, still hurting from that boy's comments. "Um.could you tell me where to find room 203?" a quiet voice asked her. Kagome looked up and saw the object of Miroku's desire standing next to her, clutching her schedule and looking down nervously. "Oh, oh yeah. French, right? That's my next class," Kagome said, trying not to show her previous anger. "This way." They began to walk together down the hall in silence. "So.when did you get here?" asked Kagome, trying to break the ice. "Three days ago." said the girl trailing off and looking at her shoes. "Do you like it here? "Oh yes. The people are really friendly." Kagome prayed Miroku hadn't worked his charm already. "I'm Kagome by the way." "My name is Sango." She gave a small smile. "What's your major?" Kagome asked as they turned the corner of the hallway. "French.but I'd rather.ah." Sango trailed off again. "Rather.?" Kagome inquired. "Room 203." Sango said suddenly. "Huh?" Blinked Kagome. "Room 203." Repeated Sango, pointing at the door in front of them. "Oh!" Kagome said, and shook her head. "Rough day." Sango smiled and opened the door. Kagome followed her inside. The boy who Kagome met earlier was sitting in the back, as well as Miroku sitting in the front. Kagome rolled her eyes. Great, she thought, my day just keeps getting better.
Kagome tapped her paper with her pencil, staring mindlessly up at the whiteboard. "Psst!" whispered a voice behind her. Kagome snapped back into reality, dropping her pencil in the process. "PSST!" the voice whispered, louder, again. Kagome turned around and looked at Miroku annoyingly. He grinned and winked. "I'm not giving you the homework again." She said bluntly and began to turn around. "Hey, hey, hey!" he said, his smiling broadening and putting his hands up in mock innocence. "That's not what I was asking for!" Kagome rolled her eyes. "What is it, then?" Miroku's eyes flashed to his left. Kagome followed them and found herself staring at a girl's face. She had never seen her before. "She's new." began Miroku. "Which means she doesn't know your reputation yet." Kagome said, shaking her head. "Exactly!" Grinned Miroku. "After class, will you." "Miroku, Kagome?" said a voice from the front of the class. Kagome turned around and found the teacher's disapproving gaze directed at her. "Could we leave the love-fest until after class?" he said sternly. Kagome smiled meekly and looked up at the clock. Three minutes left. Suddenly, she felt hot breath at the back of her neck. "afterclasswillyouaskherifshewantstomaybeseeamovieorsomething?" said Miroku's voice quickly. "What?" snapped Kagome. "After class will you ask her if she wants to maybe see a movie or something?" said Miroku softly. "No!" Kagome said through gritted teeth. "Do your own dirty work!" "Well, I was planning too." Laughed Miroku. Kagome turned around and glared. "Leave her alone." "Fine, fine." Said Miroku, faking a look of sadness. Kagome sighed and turned around quickly. She didn't want to get in trouble again. She glanced at the clock. One minute. "Maybe if you could just say 'hello' for me?" asked Miroku. Kagome turned around and stared at him sternly. "Miroku, you don't have to harass every female that is in existence!" "Kagome! After class!" the teacher yelled. The bell rang. "Oo," Miroku winced. "I suppose that was my fault?" But then his attention was drawn towards his prey, which was leaving the classroom. "Well, gotta go." He ran off. "Yeah, it's ok," said Kagome bitterly. She angrily gathered her books and threw them in her bag. "You drop this?" asked a voice behind her. Kagome spun around to come face-to-face with the strangest looking boy she had ever seen. His amber eyes were matched by a scowl, and he had long, silver hair that reached the middle of his back that covered up-wait.were those.ears?! Kagome gaped. "This yours?" he said again, this time holding up her pencil. "Erm.yeah.yeah that's mine." She mumbled, taking the pencil from him. "Kind of lame if you ask me." He said frankly. Kagome blinked. "What?" she asked, puzzled. "Dropping your pencil to get my attention. Kind of cliché." He said, shrugging his shoulders and sauntering off. Kagome stared after him. "But.but." she stammered, but he had already left the classroom. Creep! she thought. Trying to get his attention.really! She sighed angrily and sat down. Nothing was going right today. "Kagome?" Kagome looked toward the teacher, who was now holding a bucket and mop. Nothing.
Kagome slammed her locker door, still hurting from that boy's comments. "Um.could you tell me where to find room 203?" a quiet voice asked her. Kagome looked up and saw the object of Miroku's desire standing next to her, clutching her schedule and looking down nervously. "Oh, oh yeah. French, right? That's my next class," Kagome said, trying not to show her previous anger. "This way." They began to walk together down the hall in silence. "So.when did you get here?" asked Kagome, trying to break the ice. "Three days ago." said the girl trailing off and looking at her shoes. "Do you like it here? "Oh yes. The people are really friendly." Kagome prayed Miroku hadn't worked his charm already. "I'm Kagome by the way." "My name is Sango." She gave a small smile. "What's your major?" Kagome asked as they turned the corner of the hallway. "French.but I'd rather.ah." Sango trailed off again. "Rather.?" Kagome inquired. "Room 203." Sango said suddenly. "Huh?" Blinked Kagome. "Room 203." Repeated Sango, pointing at the door in front of them. "Oh!" Kagome said, and shook her head. "Rough day." Sango smiled and opened the door. Kagome followed her inside. The boy who Kagome met earlier was sitting in the back, as well as Miroku sitting in the front. Kagome rolled her eyes. Great, she thought, my day just keeps getting better.