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This is my first fanfic so I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own inuyasha…or any of those things…

Kagome was dreaming and she knew it. It was so obvious. But Kagome loved dreaming. Her dreams were always so out of control and unbelievable…unlike the real world. And at that moment the real world sucked. It was soo boring. Sometimes she would just go into herself and visit her own little world. Yes, she was crazy…but it was fun as hell. Kagome was definitely labeled as the punk/Goth scary girl at school. The way she dressed didn't help either. She just put on what ever she felt like. Most of the time it didn't even match. She also read a lot. She wasn't like, super smart, but she liked to read. Music was another passion. Mostly hard rock and classics, but she would sometimes venture into unknown waters and find a song that was half way decent. But nothing compared to cars. She constantly thought about them, drew them, fixed them. She would've had a job at a shop in town if it weren't for her record. Most the traffic cops knew who she was because in her younger years (remember she's only 17 so she's been driving since she was 12) she would get caught every once in a while, but the worst that would happened was a month in juvenile. But she could really care less. All she wanted to do was drive, cause when she did it was just like dreaming. Everything seemed insignificant. Which is why she moaned the moment her alarm clock beeped.

Kagome's POV

'Kami I hate that thing.'

An unwanted feeling of dread spread through me. I buried my head in my pillow in an attempt to drown out that incessant beeping, but that was unnecessary. Souta did it for me.

"Kagome!" he came busting into my room. With out knocking, I might add.

I lifted my head from its cozy nest and glared.

"Get the hell out of my room." I could feel him shrinking back under my gaze.

'I need to get a lock for that door.' I thought.

I hate kids.

That was that. I hated kids and my little brother didn't help. Its not that I didn't love him, I just didn't want him near me.

'Agh children. Nasty little creatures.'

"Fine," Souta said seeing I wasn't out of bed yet, meaning I wasn't qualified to talk yet, and could not be held responsible for the things that came out of my mouth. Yes, I had a warning label.

I pulled myself out of bed so I could get ready and try to look halfway decent for the first day of my senior year. I knew if I didn't get up and was late, Sango would come over and force me out of bed. That usually wasn't so pleasant. Last time she had yanked me out from under the covers, dragged me into the bath room, and turned on the shower. A classic move, but it got me up. Sango was there to make sure I finished school. I had thought about dropping out school many times, but Sango never let me. I owed her so much. She like practically took care of me, ever since mom had died. Sango, my mom, and I were really close since my dad was long gone. He had bailed on my mom as soon as he had found out who she really was. My mom was a legend. Born to race just like me. She had taught me every thing I knew.

Souta was my responsibility though, but he was usually good about things, and only came to me for really important things. Which was nice, since I already had to worry about what we were eating tonight and stuff like that.

As I was in the bathroom getting ready when Souta yelled bye. I tried a muffled reply from the sink.

My plans to look good failed…miserably. I looked like shit. I had on gold eye shadow, to give my eyes a faint luminescent glow and a little bit of black eye liner. Well, and some chap stick but that wasn't considered make-up. I also had bags under my eyes. A direct result of going to bed at 1 a.m.

'Great'

Oh, and I almost forgot. I had developed a pimple overnight (A.N. doncha just hate those little bastards). It was on the side of my forehead.

'Even better'

My hair made up for some of it. I didn't even have to brush it, it just fell into place and had that sexy, wind blown look. Seeing as I looked so crappy, dressing-up seemed pointless. My face would just look worse in comparison to my outfit. Not that any one at school approved of the way I dressed. I slipped on an oversized black hoodie, some blue and white plaid pj pants, and my black prison sneakers. (you know with the 3 Velcro straps.) I ran down stairs and grabbed my back pack and my keys and headed out the door.

My car was shinning in the pre-dawn light. Yes I'm obsessed, but I don't care. To me it was my baby. Nobody drove it but me, nobody touched it but me. Those were the rules, and if you didn't like them, then you could just screw off. I blasted my favorite mix from the stereo starting the day with 'Call Me When Your Sober.'

"Sweet"

Me and Sango street raced all the time. That's how I got enough money to keep mine and Souta's house and pay for my school tuition, plus the parts for my sweet ride. I had practically built it my self. My friend Rin had done the paint job as a favor.

Getting to school, or any place for that matter, was the best part of my day by a long shot. I weaved in-between the cars on the four lane rode receiving angry honks from both sides. I must have been going 120 mph, confident the traffic officers who saw me every day wouldn't take notice. They were to busy eating they're damn doughnuts.

I tore into the Tokyo High's parking lot hearing a couple of frightened screams through my music.

I grinned.

I parked and got out of my car to notice a bunch of freshmen looking at me. I just looked back, eye brows raised. They scurried into the school quickly. I had the uncanny ability to stare people down just by looking at them. I mean, I wouldn't even try and they would run away. That of course meant that most people thought I was a royal bitch. And they were right. If anyone dissed (sp?) me or any of my few friends, they were in for the fight of their little insignificant lives.

"Kagome!" Sango ran up beside me panting. "Aren't you excited? It's the first day of our senior year. I only have to endure being in this hell hole for a few more months." She said, as we started walking.

"Excited isn't exactly the word I would use."

"Oh…"

We continued walking towards the main building, talking about the book I just read when I stopped dead in my tracks.

Sango's POV

Well the situation was tight. See it went down like this. Kagome and I were talking about this book, 'Seeker,' when all of the sudden she stopped and stared. You now how Kags is with cars right? She sees one, she becomes obsessed, yada yada yada. Anyway, right if front of her was the most gorgeous Lamborghini I have ever seen. It was yellow, but that didn't make it look bad, it just made it all the more appealing, with chrome detailing on the side. I turned to Kags and burst with uncontrollable laughter. She had the perfect deer-in-the-headlights look on her face. It was hysterical.

While I was busy laughing my ass of, she slowly approached the car and gazed at it in a god -like manner. I crossed my arms to try and contain my laughter, and followed. Kags ran her hand along the side of the car admiring the paint job. Kami it looked expensive. Then, a head with silvery white hair popped up on the driver side of the car. No one could miss the dog-like ears that twitched on the top of his head. My laughter died instantly.

'God in heaven if you loved me, please say that isn't who I think it is,' I pleaded. But of course it was. (what kind of writer would I be if it wasn't?)

"Hey who the hell are you?"

'Shit.' Of all the years for him to move back, he had to pick this one. Inuyasha had moved away freshman year, taking his perverted cousin with him and Kags had become a new student the next year. 'And I thought senior year was supposed to be the best year of my so called life?'

Kagome peeled her eyes from the car to look at the ass who had said that.

Kagome's POV

I was estimating how much money had been put into the yellow Lamborghini, when a very rude voice pulled me from the outrageously high numbers going through my head.

"Wha…"

"I said, who the hell are you?"

'Oh look school hasn't even started and someone's already on my shit list.'

I glared at the surprisingly hot stranger in front of me, but just because he was hot dosen't mean that I restrained myself. "Look fucktared, I really don't need you god damn attitude, so back off." I said, venom dripping from every word. And to my pleasure he looked genuinely surprised. But my pleasure evaporated as soon as I saw him smirk. I had a feeling that smirk was going to get annoying, and fast.

"You got guts talking to me like that, considering who I am. You should have more respect."

"Oh your majesty," I said with mimicking how I thought a regretful servant would look, "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to make up for my behavior? Get you a soda, do your homework," I set my jaw, putting my hands on my hips and stood up straight, "or maybe I could shove your head up your ass, where it belongs?" my voice echoing the steeliness (is that even a word?) of my mood. Sango was on the verge of busting into laughter again.

"Ouch, that really hurt." he said placing a hand over his heart. "Look I think we got off on the wrong foot. Name's Inuyasha. I saw you admiring my baby," he said indicating his car.

Oh great. Rich asshole hot car. What a cliché.

"Yeah so." I said crossing my arms

"Nice huh?"

"No." I said. He just smirked.

"So where are you from. I don't remember you from when I used to live here before. I remember Sango." Sango peeked out from behind me. "And yes, he's around here some where." The statement was directed towards Sango. I didn't know what he meant but Sango visibly blanched and her eyes filled with despair. The bell rang and I dragged Sango inside leaving 'Inuyasha's' question unanswered.

Sango's POV

Okay I was definitely hyperventilating by now. 'He was here.' That's what Inuyasha said which meant any minute I was going to feel a hand on my ass. 'Shit.'

"You okay Sango? You look kinda…pale." Kagome touched my forehead.

"Ya never better."

"Glad to hear it." a voice that wasn't Kag's answered, and, almost instantly, I felt a hand on my back side.

A string of hitting, punching, slapping, and profanity issued.

Well I hope you liked it. Im totally open to suggestions, and flames are okay, just try and be gentle, this is my first fan fic.

R&R plz

lenny