A/N: This is my first shot at a Inuyasha-related fic, so yeah...don't flame
my ass ^^. It will star Kouga (YAYS!), and some peoples I made up. Enjoy!
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"So, do you want to come with me to that party on tomorrow?" Sarah asked Serenity after their Psychology class. Serenity shrugged.
"Im not too sure; Jason might have something planned-"
"Oh cripes! He needs to cut the apron strings someday, ya know! Please say you'll come," Sarah begged, making puppy eyes at her friend. Serenity scrunched up her face.
"Oh fine; you win. Will you need me to pick you up?"
Sarah grinned widely. "How did you know?"
Serenity shook her head and smiled. "I know everything about you. How would 7:30 suit you?"
Sarah patted Serenity on the head before darting off to catch her next class. "That would be great! See you then!"
While she walked to her car, Serenity looked at her watch and yawned: 9:45 p.m. taking the evening college courses was wearing her out, but with her full time job, it was the only option she had. Well, full time job AND full time boyfriend. Jason was high maintenance, and demanded a lot of Serenity's time as well as her attention. She sighed loudly, tossing her books onto the top of her car and began fumbling around with her keys.
*RUSTLE RUSTLE*
The bush next to her shook, and Serenity jumped.
"H-hello?" she asked quietly, frozen to the spot for a good 20 seconds.
Nothing.
'Get a hold of yourself,' Serenity thought, snapping out of her funk and quickly getting into her car. As she pulled out of the parking spot, she saw a figure dart from behind the bush and into the shadows. The tires chirped as she drove away at a high rate of speed.
When she got home, there were 10 new messages.
They were all from Jason.
Living by yourself had its ups and downs. While you didn't have to worry about bitchy roommates, loneliness was an issue. But when you have a boyfriend like Jason, you find that loneliness was something that could be tolerated. Serenity closed the blinds on her windows and took off her clothes to change while she listened to the messages. Each one was the same:
"Why aren't you home yet? I thought we agreed that 7:00 was late enough? We need to talk..."
Serenity yanked on an over-sized band shirt and sat on the couch, rubbing her temples. Between college and work, she became rather stressed out. Jason, as a boyfriend, should be doing things to make her feel better. However, that was not the case.
'I don't need to call him,' she thought to herself, pulling her textbooks out of her bag. Sprawling out on her belly, she began to do her work. It wasn't 2 minutes before the God Forsaken telephone began to ring. Without thinking, she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Why the hell are you so late?" a voice snarled, and Serenity felt her stomach keel over to one side. Jason.
"You know that my classes don't get out until 9:45," she said slowly, not sure whether she was more angry or scared. She heard him laugh.
"Well, I think you need to find new classes, Blair, because this late-night shit isn't going to work," Jason sneered, sounding triumphant already. Serenity sat up impatiently, agitated at his calling her by her nick name.
"No, I think you need to figure out how to ditch this pompous asshole image you adopted! What the hell makes you think Im going to actually change my schedule because you say so?"
There was a long pause before anything was said.
"Next time you change your clothes, make sure you close all the blinds," Jason snarled nastily before the line went dead. Serenity threw the phone in frustration, and looked around wildly to see what he was talking about. Sure enough, one of her windows was open and exposed. She went to it and before she closed it, she saw Jason's car drive away.
'He was here the whole time, waiting for me to get home?' Serenity thought, suddenly getting a headache. She lay down on the couch and stretched her long legs. With a party and a full shift at work to look forward to the next day, she figured that some sleep wouldn't do any harm.
Before she fell asleep, she thought, 'Strange; even though Jason is gone, I still feel like I'm being watched.' Serenity excused it as mere paranoia and drifted into a troubled sleep.
It was more than paranoia. Somebody was watching.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"So, do you want to come with me to that party on tomorrow?" Sarah asked Serenity after their Psychology class. Serenity shrugged.
"Im not too sure; Jason might have something planned-"
"Oh cripes! He needs to cut the apron strings someday, ya know! Please say you'll come," Sarah begged, making puppy eyes at her friend. Serenity scrunched up her face.
"Oh fine; you win. Will you need me to pick you up?"
Sarah grinned widely. "How did you know?"
Serenity shook her head and smiled. "I know everything about you. How would 7:30 suit you?"
Sarah patted Serenity on the head before darting off to catch her next class. "That would be great! See you then!"
While she walked to her car, Serenity looked at her watch and yawned: 9:45 p.m. taking the evening college courses was wearing her out, but with her full time job, it was the only option she had. Well, full time job AND full time boyfriend. Jason was high maintenance, and demanded a lot of Serenity's time as well as her attention. She sighed loudly, tossing her books onto the top of her car and began fumbling around with her keys.
*RUSTLE RUSTLE*
The bush next to her shook, and Serenity jumped.
"H-hello?" she asked quietly, frozen to the spot for a good 20 seconds.
Nothing.
'Get a hold of yourself,' Serenity thought, snapping out of her funk and quickly getting into her car. As she pulled out of the parking spot, she saw a figure dart from behind the bush and into the shadows. The tires chirped as she drove away at a high rate of speed.
When she got home, there were 10 new messages.
They were all from Jason.
Living by yourself had its ups and downs. While you didn't have to worry about bitchy roommates, loneliness was an issue. But when you have a boyfriend like Jason, you find that loneliness was something that could be tolerated. Serenity closed the blinds on her windows and took off her clothes to change while she listened to the messages. Each one was the same:
"Why aren't you home yet? I thought we agreed that 7:00 was late enough? We need to talk..."
Serenity yanked on an over-sized band shirt and sat on the couch, rubbing her temples. Between college and work, she became rather stressed out. Jason, as a boyfriend, should be doing things to make her feel better. However, that was not the case.
'I don't need to call him,' she thought to herself, pulling her textbooks out of her bag. Sprawling out on her belly, she began to do her work. It wasn't 2 minutes before the God Forsaken telephone began to ring. Without thinking, she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Why the hell are you so late?" a voice snarled, and Serenity felt her stomach keel over to one side. Jason.
"You know that my classes don't get out until 9:45," she said slowly, not sure whether she was more angry or scared. She heard him laugh.
"Well, I think you need to find new classes, Blair, because this late-night shit isn't going to work," Jason sneered, sounding triumphant already. Serenity sat up impatiently, agitated at his calling her by her nick name.
"No, I think you need to figure out how to ditch this pompous asshole image you adopted! What the hell makes you think Im going to actually change my schedule because you say so?"
There was a long pause before anything was said.
"Next time you change your clothes, make sure you close all the blinds," Jason snarled nastily before the line went dead. Serenity threw the phone in frustration, and looked around wildly to see what he was talking about. Sure enough, one of her windows was open and exposed. She went to it and before she closed it, she saw Jason's car drive away.
'He was here the whole time, waiting for me to get home?' Serenity thought, suddenly getting a headache. She lay down on the couch and stretched her long legs. With a party and a full shift at work to look forward to the next day, she figured that some sleep wouldn't do any harm.
Before she fell asleep, she thought, 'Strange; even though Jason is gone, I still feel like I'm being watched.' Serenity excused it as mere paranoia and drifted into a troubled sleep.
It was more than paranoia. Somebody was watching.