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A/N: Buckle up and join me on my first venture into writing a Modern AU story. As always, any and all feedback is much appreciated! I hope you enjoy!

My name is Kagome Higurashi and I got dumped today. I am upset, but not for the reasons most people would expect.

I'm not mad at Hojo. I don't think anyone could ever get mad at Hojo, he's the nicest guy on the planet. He was always so patient and thoughtful, and he'd always surprise me with these little gifts. He's a big health nut, so all the presents had something to do with health or fitness or whatever. Honestly, it was a bit weird. But let me tell you, he really tried to make it work with me. We lasted for three months until he finally admitted what I'd known since the beginning. He liked me more than I liked him. After school finished up, he met me at my locker and asked if he could walk me home, saying we needed to talk.

I really didn't want to suffer through the forty-five minute walk home when I already knew what he wanted to say. Obviously, there's no easy way to break up with someone, but bless him, he did his best. He apologized numerous times, reassuring me that he still liked me very much as a friend, but that he could tell I wasn't into him romantically, so we'd better call it quits. He looked so earnest and afraid of upsetting me that when he asked if I was thinking, I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that I was not only ok with this, I really didn't care.

Which brings me to why I'm actually upset. When we started high school, we went around the class one day, saying what careers we had in mind. I made the mistake of telling everyone that I wanted to be a priestess. I explained that it was because my great-grandmother Kikyo had been a priestess and if the paintings of her are accurate, I look almost exactly like her. But all it took was one jackass, a snarky pretty-boy named Hiten to ask if it was really because I can't get a guy. Almost everyone laughed and from there it just spiralled out of control. I couldn't get a boyfriend because I was chubby. I couldn't get a boyfriend so I decided I was going to be a virgin forever and call it a career. I used to point out that Kikyo obviously hadn't been a virgin, hence my existence, but hey! Why let a stupid thing like logic get in the way of being an asshole?

It went on all year and all last year too. I made a point of losing weight, so they couldn't call me fat anymore, but they just switched to making fun of my personality. I'm officially known as Ice Queen Kagome. Hojo and I started dating about halfway through the summer. We ran into each other one day and it just kind of happened.

I'm upset because I led Hojo on. I should have just told him that I wasn't interested right from the start. But I was so sick of my reputation, and Hojo was there and willing, so I figured, why not? I quickly learned why not. I'm horrible for feeling this way but I can't help it. Hojo was boring. He felt the need to talk constantly, and it usually ended up being about health. It's nice that he's so passionate about it but hearing about why crunches are better than sit-ups gets real old, real fast.

He bent over backwards to please me and agreed with everything I said, like if he dared to have an opinion of his own that would be the worst thing in the world. Having sex with him hadn't been an option. Kissing was bad enough. I have nothing to compare it to, so I can't say he was bad. I just didn't feel anything.

I'm upset because I already know what everyone is going to say tomorrow; how awful do you have to be to get dumped by Hojo? I'm upset because even though I was a crap girlfriend to him, he's probably going to try and make me sound better than I am, because Hojo never says anything bad about anyone. And everyone will see through it.

I'm upset because I'm starting to think everyone is right. This isn't how an eighteen-year-old girl is supposed to react to a break-up. I should be crying my eyes out and eating ice-cream. I should feel something! Am I really an Ice Queen?

I'll tell Miroku about it tomorrow. I honestly don't know how I'd manage without him. I should get to bed. Hopefully I'll be really heart-broken tomorrow and call it a delayed-reaction. That's a real thing, right?

"Hey Kagome," Miroku said, greeting me with a hug. "How are you holding up?"

I bite back a sigh of irritation. Of course, he knows already. I swear, high-schoolers are the nosiest people ever.

"I'm not looking forward to school." I answer honestly. He nods sadly.

Miroku and I became friends around Christmastime first year. He has a reputation for being a big flirt and for a hot minute, people thought we might start dating. Hell no. I love Miroku to bits, don't get me wrong, but he's so far in the friend zone it's basically the brother zone. Which of course had everyone saying 'yikes! Not even Miroku will hit on her?'

We talked about it and figured that if people wanted to believe that I was a stone-cold bitch, then they would and nothing we did would change that. So Miroku, with my permission, spread a story about how he'd tried putting the moves on me and I'd given him a black eye. At least this way, it kept creepy boys at bay, for the most part.

I was bombarded with questions the second I reached homeroom. For the millionth time, I wished that Miroku and I were in the same class. He has this talent for deflecting people that I just don't. Having him as a buffer might have made this bearable.

"Kagome! Is it true that you and Hojo broke up?" This was from Eri. As far as my classmates go, she, Yuka and Ayumi are the closest I have to friends. They're nosy, but they've never been mean to me.

"Yes, it is." I answered.

"Are you alright?" Ayumi asked, "Breakups are hard."

"Will you tell us what happened? Hojo won't talk about it." Yuka's disappointed tone of voice told me that she'd already tried pretty hard to get the story out of him. An unpleasant sneer followed by a girlish giggle made me groan. This was all I needed.

"Couldn't even make it work with Hojo, huh? Ice Queen Kagome strikes again!" Hiten boasted, sitting on the desk in front of me with his arms crossed.

I'll never understand why girls like him so much. He's tanned with long black hair and he's fit, but he's so mean. Don't they notice? Not to mention, he's always got his twin brother Manten and his cousin Yura following him around. I really can't tell you which one of them I hate the most. Manten is just plain creepy. He and Hiten don't even look like brothers, let alone twins. Manten is wide and pasty and doesn't have a lot of hair. And Lord help you if you mention it.

Yura on the other hand is undeniably beautiful. The hottest girl in school, apparently. She's slender, but has huge boobs, these big violet eyes and a lilting voice. She looks so delicate, but she's anything but. Hiten may have started it, but I blame her for making my life a living hell for two years. Whatever she says, she sounds so gosh darn innocent that people believe it.

"Don't feel bad Kagome," Yura said, leaning forward so her breasts strained against her blouse, "Everyone has their shortcomings. Yours just happens to be that you're un-dateable. Might as well accept it!"

I snapped. I'd been dealing with this crap for two years now and dammit, I was sick of it.

"You want to know why Hojo and I broke up?" I said, with a smirk. "Because he found out that I cheated on him."

That got everyone's attention. Ayumi looked disappointed, like she hadn't expected such unsavoury behaviour from me. But everyone else? They all looked like Christmas had come early.

"Oh really?" Yura purred, "Anyone we know? Please do tell."

Crap. Um. Shit. Think Kagome, think!

"No, he doesn't go here. He's uh, older." I could feel my face reddening. I've never been a good liar, and if I didn't think of a story soon I was done for!

"How much older are we talking?" Eri asked interestedly, "Is he in college?"

"Yes!" I said, thankful for the suggestion. "He's in college, so I don't see him very often." Hiten snorted, which I took to mean that he was just as interested as everyone else but wasn't going to be the one to ask for details. That was best left up to Yura. Her pretty eyes widened in a picture-perfect expression of child-like curiosity.

"A college boy? Oh my! How did you meet him?"

I needed to think fast. Something that would explain why I'd never be seen with him.

"I met him where he works! He's a male dancer!"

Thank the Kami our teacher chose that moment to come in. Everyone took their seats and Mr. Totosai began lecturing us about how senior year was no time to mess around; our careers depended on how hard we worked this year. I quickly tuned him out.

I was screwed. I was so screwed. A male dancer? I could have chosen any other profession that would have someone working nights and I decided to go with male dancer? I had to do something, or my story would fall apart!

But what could I do? Hire a male dancer to pretend to be my boyfriend?

My pen slipped from my fingers.

It was just crazy enough that it might work.