Disclaimer: look, you know inuyasha isn't mine, please don't rub it in.

A/N shameless self insertion, fear not I'm only a friend

The boys are talking about me.

"yeah that new guy bankotsu. Seems like a bit of a fag."

"you do know that I can here you, right" I say.

"oh. Um sorry.." some of the boys look slightly abashed. We all fall silent. There seems to be some argument going on at the girl's table. The girl with purple hair seems to be on the same side as jakotsu and they are both insulting the girls in pink. I don't know any of the names except for jakotsu, which I try to convince my self is just because our names are similar and not in any relation to the fact that my eyes are deffinently not flicking to his face, that truly angelic face, every few seconds.

No stop bankotsu we have already been here before and you know that you like girls, not boys, girls. 'dream on' a little voice in my head says but I'm practiced at ignoring it when it gets out of line. The little voice and I have had many arguments on this topic of weather or not I like boys. With this, this 'perfect in every way' the little voice supplies, this boy, I think decisively, in my class I am under the impression that the argument will become far more frequent. Our class gets called to get food. I find my way on to the line behind jakotsu and the purple haired girl.

"yes they have the milk that actually tastes like chocolate!" the purple haired girl squeals.

"they always had these in windam" jakotsu informs her.

" so cool! We hardly ever have these here, you see the difference between New York City public schools and suburban schools."

I can't help myself, I but in.

"where is windam?" oh, crap bankotsu now he'll think you're a crazy stalker.

" it's on upstate new York" he says with a smile.

I smile back. The purple haired girl gives a Mona Lisa smile, like she knows something we all don't. it's unnerving how her eyes seem to say how she knows what we're thinking. She gives me a wink and nods her head towards jakotsu. If she isn't reading my mind then she's incredibly perceptive.

"so why did you move down here" the purple haired girl asks, breaking the awkward silence that was beginning to settle over us.

"oh, umm…" jakotsu struggles to make up an answer.

"ya don't have ta tell us if ya don't wanna." She says.

"thanks" he mutters blushing. I feel a surge of anger at the girl for causing him such obvious upset.

"sorry jakotsu"

"it's o.k Mia" he says brightly.

I suddenly feel my anger dissipate at the sight of his sweet smile. He seems so loveable that for the moment I forget about my battles with the little voice and my parents homophobia. All that exists is jakostu. Then the lunch lady broke his bliss by asking "ya, want fries kid?"

"oh, um, no thanks"

"you is thinking about that pretty girl, you are" the lunch lady smiles at me while wagging her serving spoon at me I grin feebly in response, better that every one thinks I'm in love with the purple haired girl then know I'm in love with jakotsu, which, as I tell the little voice, I am most certainly not.

Review and, I'll give you a jewel shard, shaped like inuyasha's head, flame and I'll cut you up with jakotsutou