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There he was again; flirting with another one of the girls. He was notorious for being the ultimate player at school. Everything about him made him irresistible; his dark hair pulled back into a thin nub of a ponytail, his dark yet mysterious eyes, his captivating smile with his perfectly white teeth. He grinned the wicked smile at the blond girl beside him. She batted her eyes dreamily at him.
I held back a groan as I watched the newly forming couple. I turned back to my glass of, more than likely, spiked punch from the party. I quickly downed it, throwing my head back in the process. The lukewarm liquid tasted of pineapple and strawberry with a touch of rum. I gagged in disgust. I hated liquor. The feeling of fire down your throat was not a nice one.
I had no idea why I was here on a Friday night of all places. I'd much rather be with my friend, Kagome, watching the newly released movies from the video store I worked at during the week. I stared at the empty plastic cup in my hand as I thought of what she told me the other day.
"You got invited by THE player?" she asked me excitedly.
She was leaning against the locker doors talking way too loudly in the hallway. A few people stopped walking to class and turned to look at us. I blushed and turned angrily toward her, putting my fingers to my lips, gesturing her to keep it down. After I looked around, making sure that unwanted ears couldn't eavesdrop, I whispered to her,
"But I don't want to go! I don't want to be one of his one night stands…"
She shrugged, and just said, "Just go. It might turn into something good, you never know." I glared at her, but she just smiled knowingly at me. Kagome knew that deep down, I had always liked Miroku, ever since middle school, but I could never admit to it because of the way he acted towards other women. I wanted to be with him, but then again, I didn't want to know if I was just another one of his pawns he could toss aside after he had his fill of me I ignored the fact that, like many of the girls, I was attracted to him. I was another one of the girls that swooned at his petty, yet sweet, and somehow seductive words that he would sometimes whisper in my ear. Instead, I would just brush off his pick up lines as if they were a pest, never letting him know that I secretly like them.
"If you want to leave, leave." All she wanted was for me to have this experience with Mirkou. Maybe I could finally make up my mind about him.
Okay, I admit it. I was jealous of the pretty blond girl standing beside him, giggling as he continued to whisper in her ear. I squeezed the plastic cup until it crinkled inside my hand, drawing blood. I dropped it after I realized I had injured myself. I clumsily came to my knees beside the punch table and inspected my small injury. I reached up towards the table and grabbed a napkin, and held it in my bleeding palm. I gave one glance back at Miroku and the new girl. He didn't even notice I was here. He was supposed to come to me tonight and whisper in my ear about how he was enamored with my good looks. Instead of flirting with the brunette, me, he flirts with the platinum blond. I felt like crying, but now wasn't the time. Now, I would get up and leave the party.
I'm done with fantasizing with how he would just notice me, and only me, and we could, somehow, be together. It would never happen. My eyes began to water as I hurled myself towards the door.
He took this time to finally notice me. I glanced at him one last time. He looked shocked, surprised, and concerned all at the same time. I turned away from him quickly. He didn't deserve to se my pain. He wasn't worth it. He left the pretty blond girl, and rushed past people at the party to reach me, but I wouldn't let him. I ran at the door. I ran though the thick grass that hadn't been cut in over a month, ran into the street, my feet making plopping sounds as I splashed into puddles, making my pant's legs muddy, but I couldn't care. All I knew is that I had to reach my car, and get out of here. I could hear him panting behind me, trying to catch up. When I finally reached my car, I fumbled for my keys in my pants pocket. 'Hurry,' I told myself as I saw him approaching me. He was only two yards away now. 'Crap!' I dropped my keys. He reached the keys before me.
"Sango," He panted my name. I reached for the keys, but he held them in the air, out of my reach. After my useless struggle I was just about to collapse, but I couldn't, not yet, not yet. He wouldn't see my weakness. I held my hand out to him, my head hung down, hiding my face.
"Please," I wanted my keys already. I wouldn't play this game with him.
"No," he said. "Why didn't you come up to me in the party?"
"My keys, please." I was just about to explode.
"I had wanted to see you tonight, Sango." Miroku said quietly.
"Keys." Tears were stinging from my eyes. My voice was beginning to crack. 'Oh no…'
"Sango," He said as he tried to embrace me, but I pulled away from him.
"What am I to you?" I asked silently. I had to know. I was tired of the charade.
He was silent at first. "You know that you're everything to-"
"Don't lie to me!" I yelled at him, finally looking at him, my face shined with tears. "I'm not just someone you can ploy!"
"I know," He replied calmly.
"I saw you with that girl! How dare you say-"
"She's nothing." He said. "You were the one I was looking forward to seeing."
"Is that so?" Really, I was thrilled to hear that, but he deserved being yelled at.
"Really," He said before he grabbed my arms and pulled me into a kiss. I swear, I felt like my whole body was enflamed. I would have kissed him back if I wasn't so angry. I pulled away. He couldn't get off that easy. I pulled away from him, and smacked him hard across the face. I ripped my keys from his hand. I opened my car door, and slammed it closed. I turned the ignition, and pounded my foot on the accelerator. I checked my side mirror to look at him. He held a hand to the side of his face, almost, I swear, lovingly. I reached up with my hand touched my lips, where just a moment before he had kissed me. I flushed and turned my eyes back to the road.
Why should I care that he kissed me? I'm sure that's just the way he gets his way out of bad situations with the many girls he's toyed with. Still, though to my disgust, I'm positively giddy.
Ok, so, I want to know if I should leave it like this, or continue this story. Review and tell me, please!
AnimatedBritney
