Second Chapter! And this one is much longer :) I will be adding the chapters soon because I have chapters 3 and 4 already saved to my computer I just need to know if you find this story appealing.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the songs mentioned.


Chapter 2

Toupee

After the bell rang, signaling the end of 4th period, I grabbed my books and rushed out the door. I began walking to my locker, exhaustion catching up with me. I had loads of homework on the first day!!! I reached my locker, ready to go home, and fall on my bed. I turned the lock, replaying my combination in my head. I grabbed my books and hurried to the bus loop, to say goodbye to Sango and Ayame. I hated riding the bus, and seeing as my house was 2 blocks away from school, I would go walking.

When I got to the bus loop, there were massive amounts of people. I found them in the corner by the gate. I went over and gave them each a hug.

"Try to call me today," Sango said.

"I'll try, after I take a nap."

"Fine"

"Be careful, and don't get run over," Ayame said.

"I won't," I said.

I walked off, my books bringing me down. I was so tired. I waited for three minutes until the light turned red and crossed the street. I tried to speed up, knowing the faster I walk the closer I was to my bed.

I stopped at another crossing. When the light went red, I got ready to cross, but an engine roaring made me stop. I jumped back as a black Harley with a silver skull across the side, flew past me and splashed over a puddle, the result of this mornings rain, soaking me in bacterial infected water. I was too stunned to scream after the driver. He had a helmet on but the shield was open. My books and papers were wet as well. 'Great' I thought. 'I knew things were going too well.'


I got home exhausted and wet. I bet something like this wouldn't happen to Sango or Ayame. Guys at school stop in their tracks just to get a good glimpse of their beauty. When I pass, you hear crickets. What do they want from me?! Put wads of paper in my bra and buy padded underwear?!

I went to get some dry clothes and walked back to the kitchen to get a Honey Bun. I went back to my room, stood at the door looking around while eating my snack. I had light blue walls with pictures of my friends and me. I had posters of my favorite bands. I had a shelf full of my favorite novels, categorized from favorites to least. I read romance novels on my free time. I only read them to learn of other love lives that were better than mine.

I sat on my bed and covered myself ready to drift off to sleep. My last thought was the small glimpse I got of the person riding, a boy, a boy with violet eyes.


I woke up to the barking of my dog, Tabasco, signaling the return of my mom. I got up, looked myself in the mirror, fixed my hair, and walked out to greet her.

I found her in the living room, searching through the mail. My mom was an average sized woman with short brown hair, dark brown eyes, and an aged face, used up after many years of expression. After dad died when I was 10, it seemed age attacked her full throttle. I walked over to her and embraced her.

"Hey sweetie. How was your first day?" mom asked.

"It was good."

"Do you have a lot of classes with your friends?"

"Yea, a couple. I'm going to go do my homework, ok?"

"Sure honey. Go ahead. Oh and tell Souta that his friends are waiting for him outside," mom said, walking to the kitchen.

I walked up the stairs and heard rustling coming from my brother, Souta's, room. I tentatively opened the door. I found him rolling around on the floor with Tobasco, trying to pry his sock from the dog's death grip. I leaned against the door frame with a smile on my face.

"Hey Squirt."

Souta looked up with chocolate eyes and so did Tobasco. Instantly, the dog let go of the sock and came to sit next to my leg.

"Hey Kagome."

"How was school?" Souta was an eighth grader at the school neighboring mine.

"It was ok. What's up?"

"Your dorky friends are outside."

"Alright! See you later!" With that he ran down the stairs to be with hormonal teenagers.


I went back to the sanctuary of my room. I began to think of that boy and his beautiful eyes. Even though I got a small glimpse of him, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He almost ran me over, but that's not the point.

I kept debating if I should tell Sango and Ayame. They would be calling in a couple of minutes.

*Ring, Ring* Make that 3 seconds. I picked up my phone and sure enough they were on the other line.

"Hey people!" I said trying to put in as much zeal as I could.

"Did you have a good nap?" Sango said first.

"Yea."

"Have you done your homework?"

"Nope not yet."

"Me either!" Ayame chimed in.

"Well isn't that a surprise," I joked, knowing she wouldn't take that offensively.

"I have better things to do than writing an essay explaining my many good attributes."

"I got that assignment too," Sango said.

"Yeah, me too. My essay will only be a sentence saying how I don't have any good attributes," I said.

"That's not true, Kags! You are an awesome person! I can come up with a lot of good qualities you have." Ayame scolded me.

"Really? Name 5," I suggested challengingly.

"Well, let me think…You're sincere, you're sweet, you care for everyone, you have kind eyes, and…um…you've got us as friends! OHHHH!!!!!!!!!! What now?!?! I named 5!" Ayame cheered.

"It doesn't count because you're my best friend and you're supposed to say that to help my self-esteem. I'm starting to wonder why I keep you guys around."

"Because you love us.

"You keep on believing that. Hey this Saturday I want to go ice-skating, and I want you guys to come with me. Please…" I begged.

"Sure," Ayame said.

We stayed quiet waiting for Sango's response.

"Guys guess what! Miroku wants to go to the beach to watch the sunset with me on Saturday."Sango said happily, clearly unaware of what I just said.

"Sango!!! I wanted to go ice-skating with you guys on Saturday! Didn't you hear me?" I nearly screamed.

"Sorry I was texting with Miroku. If you want I'll say no." She said, but I knew she would be miserable if I told her to reject his request.

"No, you want to go. Go ahead. I'll go with Ayame," I said with a sigh.

"Thank you! Hey I have to go. Dinner time."

"Ok, bye Sango. Love you."

"Bye, love you too."

"Bye guys!"

"Bye!" Ayame and I said together. When the click proving Sango was off sounded, I mockingly said,

"I'm going to start on my essay. I'm going to steal the list of my good qualities that you made up."

"I didn't make them up!" Ayame objected.

"Whatever you say. I'll try to call you back when I'm done, ok?"

"Yeah. I'm going to start on my essay too. Talk to you later."

"Ok."

"Love you!"

"Ditto. Bye.".

I kept thinking why I couldn't tell my friends about the guy on the cycle. It's not a big deal. I didn't even meet the guy. He most probably just saw some chick, and decided to get her wet for a good laugh. Or even worse he didn't even see me.

This thought didn't make me feel any better. I knew he most probably wouldn't have pulled such a stunt if it had been Sango or Ayame crossing the street.

I decided to put those thoughts out of my head. I grabbed my favorite blue pen from my book bag and a piece of paper, and began to write my essay. At first I had some trouble, but as I got into it I was done in no time. I put the essay in my bag and decided to listen to music, because I was sure Ayame nor Sangowere done withwhat they were doing. When I pressed play, the first song that came on was 'Good Enough,' by Evanescence. I walked around my room singing along with them. I sat on my bed and looked in the mirror. I started thinking about Sango's relationship. I wanted something like that. I wanted someone to hold me. I wanted someone to kiss my tears away and tell me it's ok. I want to feel it's only us when we lookinto each others eyes. But things like that don't happen to me. Reading the books doesn't give me experience.

Then again who said I'd be good at it, getting a guy I mean. Guys don't really care for girls a sweet attitude. No guy looks for that. No guy looks for someone like me.

I hated to think like that, mostly because my friends usually give me pep talks right about now, and I hated listening to the same talks over and over again.

I didn't feel like having dinner, so I laid down on my bed and just stared at the ceiling, until sleep got the better of me.


The most annoying thing when you're having a very romantic dream is the irritating sound of your alarm going off, letting you know that fantasy can't always be a reality. So, as payback, I grabbed my clock and threw it at the wall. But don't fear! I went to my closet and took out another alarm clock. This way I have my moment of frustration and mom doesn't get to know about it. Yea, I hate waking up early, and hated even more that my brother got to stay sleeping for 2 extra hours than me.

I went to the bathroom and did the essentials-brush my teethe, take a shower, curse the world for making the water so cold, get out, wrap myself in a checker board towel, and go to my room.

I brushed my hair taking out any evidence of knots. I got my clothes and got dressed. I grabbed my eyeliner, did a quick dab on each eye, and looked in the mirror, judging my image. I had skinny jeans and a black baby doll shirt on, blue flats, with a blue bow on the side of my hair. I gave myself a satisfied nod, grabbed my iPOD and my books and walked out the door.

I didn't feel like going on the bus so I began my walk to school.


I got to school, and the gates were still closed. I sat on a window sill and got out my iPOD. I tuned it to 'Psycho Bitch' by Lesley Roy. I sat there mouthing the words when a bunch of preps ran past me toward the front of the school. It wasn't long before a bigger group of screaming girls followed them as well. I thought there must be a fight, and my internal instinct told me to go and help break it off. I got up, pressed pause, and ran to the front of the school. When I got there all the girls were lined, looking at something. I pushed my way through and saw that what caught they're attention was a black Harley. It looked oddly familiar to the one that almost ran me over, down to the silver skull across the side. Someone was getting off the bike. I knew it was a guy just by his stature. He had a helmet on. Flashes of the violet eyes went through my head. I shook my head, not really caring for the girl's sudden interest in flashy motor vehicles.

I turned around and pressed play, and resumed listening to music. I walked away before I could see the figure take off his helmet.


The gates finally opened and still no sign of my friends, so I decided to get a head start at going to my locker. I walked slowly. I put my stuff away, and walked to the senior area to go find Miroku.

I found him groping some junior. I walked over right when she kicked him in a very…uh…tender area. As I got closer, I heard him cursing at the girls receding figure, in a pained voice. I patted him on the back and he looked up. I couldn't help it so I laughed at him. He got up from his crouched position , and glared at me. Miroku and I have been friends ever since he started dating Sango.

"Do me a favor and don't tell Sango what you saw," he said to me with pleading eyes.

"I won't, but this is so going into my diary. You should've known better and protected your Family Jewels. I mean why are you groping other girls for?" I said amusement clearly in my voice.

"It's the hand! It's cursed!"

"I bet." I said dryly.

I laughed some more at his hurt look until I was able to answer, "Guys can be so retarded. I'm going to find Sango and Ayame. You want to come?" He didn't answer. He had this dreamy look on his face. His gaze was focused on one spot way past my face. I turned around knowing who it was he was looking at. Sango was coming toward us in jeans and a ti-dye shirt, her hair in a high ponytail. She had a huge smile on her face when she saw him, and a look in her eyes identical to the one Miroku possessed. Her happiness upon seeing him could not be covered by the bangs that shaded her eyes.

She came up to him, and he held her tight. It's moments like this that make me want to evaporate. When couples are together, the only thing they see is each other, and they're oblivious to everything and everyone around them.

I would have cleared my throat as a sign of my presence, but I was pretty sure if I would've done that they wouldn't notice. I did it any way. Miroku just slowly pulled back and kissed her profoundly. When he let go he put his arm around her shoulders, gently, as though she were a porcelain doll, and they walked off together. I didn't expect them to turn around and acknowledge my presence. That being the case, I quietly walked away.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't envy my friends. Sango has someone there for her, and Ayame can have any guy she wants. Sure I don't want the reputation Ayame has, the one that says she changes boyfriends as much as underwear. It's just that every guy she meets acts cool in the beginning but once things start getting serious they become big, evil, green, blobs.

I walked around the school, saying hi to some of my random friends. I stopped at my locker to grab my bag, seeing as the bell would ring soon, and continued my walk.

All I wanted was a guy to be there for me when my friends couldn't. But that would be asking too much, because it wasn't like someone would fall out of the sky, in promise of happiness and lots of love and kisses…whoa…hold up! I sound like some sappy love sick puppy…ok so I am, but that's not the point.

At that moment I bumped into a hard surface. When I slowly brought up my gaze I noticed navy converse with black grenades on them, jeans, and a black Scary Kids Scaring Kids t-shirt. I looked up at the face of a guy; a very good-looking guy. He had unkempt, waist length, black hair. He had to be at least 6'3, but the only detail that caught my attention from this breathe taking creature was his eyes, purple mists, amethyst orbs that had caught my full interest, not letting me go.

I muttered a low and barely audible "sorry" and backed away. I looked down and noticed I dropped some of my papers. I grabbed them, stood, and looked into his eyes again. He stared down at me, and I saw anger in his eyes. I was confused as in why he would look at me this way, I mean hasn't this guy crashed into someone before? "Keh, you better be!" was all he said. At that moment I was out of his spell, and realized his rude remark. "Uh! Jerk!" I gave him one last look and left. As soon as I saw his eyes, I knew he was the boy I was fantasying about, the one that almost ran me over.


When Sango found me I was sitting in the library, with my head in my hands. She came to me and started asking me questions. I was still stunned by the way that guy treated me. The nerve of him! All I could tell Sango was that I was going to go to homeroom early today. I gave her a hug and ignored her questioning eyes.

I walked for what seemed like hours until I saw Ayame in the distance. I had just realized that I hadn't seen her all day.

I walked up to her and I saw the look of happiness and contentment in her eyes. Last year, she would have the same look after she would make out with someone in some corner or behind a brick wall.

"Either you got an A or you just played tonsil hockey with someone," I said.

"Close, I like someone new."

"Be careful where you put your feelings and where you put your lips," I warned.

"He's not like that, I swear," she promised, with hope in her eyes that I just didn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.

"Who is the lucky fellow that caught your eye?" I questioned.

"Koga Wolf," she said naming the big bad boy in our school.

"He's cute," and he was. He had long, black hair, and cerulean eyes. He had that rebellion look in his eyes that girls just loved.

"Yea…back off, he's all mine," she said with a playful smile.

"Trust me, you don't have to worry about me. Just…be careful…I don't want you getting hurt. We both know that every time you find a deadweight guy, it hurts to realize it. Just watch where you put your feelings," I said, friendship protection mode coming on.

"I will. I'll tell you about it later. I don't want to be late to homeroom."

"Wow, you don't want to be late to class. That's a big difference," I said.

"He's in my homeroom," she smiled as she ran off.


The day was long and uneventful. I kept thinking about that guy and couldn't concentrate on anything else. When English came, I searched through my bag looking for my essay. I was surprised that it was nowhere in sight. I was sure I put it in my bag… then I remembered the impact I had with that guy. I dropped some papers and I must have forgotten to pick up my essay! 'Damn!' I cursed inwardly. This was the last thing I needed. I can't start failing a class so early in the year. I started to panic and images of McDonald fry pans, and the words 'Would you like fries with that?' flashed in my head. I got up from my seat and walked over to my teacher, Ms. Lee. She was at her desk. When I approached, she looked up from her novel 'Lord of My Heart' by Jo Beverly. 'Great! I read this book before. Maybe if I talk about it with her, she'll let me re-do the assignment.'

"Don't you think that Jo Beverly is an exquisite writer? I just love her use of words. And taking it back to the old days, that's just genius. Don't you think?" I knew I sounded like a suck up, but I had no choice. She looked at me for a second and a slow smile grew on her face.

"Oh, wow! You've read it? I thought kids your age were still reading Harry Potter," we were, or rather I was. I prided myself completely in thinking Harry Potter was hot, and that I couldn't wait for the last book to come out, but I didn't comment on that. "I agree with you completely. She just knows how to put her reader wanting more. And that Avery. Oh! What a hunk!" She just kept ranting on, and on.

"Yes, well, if you like her, may I recommend 'In My Wildest Dreams' by Christina Dodd. She is just as good."

"I'll get right to it."

"You should, and there was something I wished to ask you…"

"What will that be?"

"It seems I dropped my paper this morning. I was wondering if I could turn it in tomorrow?" I said it quickly, but knew she heard because a frown and eyes of disapproval were aimed at me.

"I see. Well, the assignment was to build character. I'll let this pass. But please try to bring in your homework on time."

"Yes. Thank you, Ms. Lee. It wont happen again. Thank you," I repeated.

"Yes, well, I will put that book you recommended on my list." I gave her a smile and quickly went to my seat.


When my science teacher, Mrs. Boogleson (or as I like to call her, Mrs. Booger), released us for lunch after a very 'fascinating' video about frog digestion, I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.

When I walked through the entrance of the cafeteria the smell of pizza and burgers attacked me making my mouth water. I was famished seeing as I didn't eat dinner the night before, and breakfast doesn't appeal to me. I looked around for Ayame and Sango. I saw them sitting in a round table by the window. When they spotted me they waved me over.

As I got closer to the table, I noticed Miroku was sitting there as well, between Sango and Ayame. Another guy, that I later realized was Koga, was sitting there too, with a big bad boy frown, but his eyes looked interested in what Ayame was saying.

"Hey guys, and new person," I said while eyeing Koga. Ayame saw this so she spoke first.

"I invited Koga to come sit with us," she said innocently.

"Great! I always thought Miroku needed a pet," I said bitter sweetly. All eyes were on me. Confusion in all six pairs. To tell you the truth, I didn't know why I was ganging up on Koga. He hadn't done anything…yet. But that was no reason to over react.

"Sorry. I just came out of a video about frog poop. I just need food." Everyone just stared and then resumed their conversation.

I got up and began to walk to the pizza line. I slowed down when I saw him. He was the last person in line. He just stood there, like a god. I felt intimidated. I fought the idea of going back to the table and waiting until he left. I beat that thought with a flaming stick. I wasn't going to let this guy ruin and much less, run my life.

I walked forward, determination on my face, and stood behind him in line.

The line moved and we didn't acknowledge each other. I thought about confronting him about his attitude this morning, but decided against it. I grabbed a slice of pepperoni, poured some jalapeños and pickles, and reached for a Sunkist. He, oddly, did the same thing. 'We have something in common.' I thought, surprised. Even my best friend's feel grossed out by my pizza eating ways. That's so weird.

It was his turn to pay. His shoulders were tense. When he turned to leave, he finally saw me, but he didn't look angry like he did this morning, he looked…sad. His eyes were like black holes, and they widened slightly when the saw me. He stared for a second, then his eyes hardened and he left, making me wonder if the sadness was even there.

I just stood there, puzzled, until the cashier said "Next" getting my attention. I paid and went back to the table where Ayame was flirting and Mirokuwas playing with Sango's fingers. I sat down and ate my pizza absentmindedly.

His eyes kept flashing in my mind, his face, his expression. Sango's voice cut through my thoughts.

"Kags, are you ok? You don't look too good. Maybe you should get some air."

"That's a good idea. I'm going outside."

I got up and walked outside to the courtyard. I never noticed how beautiful it was. There were low brick walls that I chose to sit on. The grass was so green with colorful flowers sprouting all around. I felt at peace and no longer felt…what did I feel? I didn't know, but I knew the mysterious biker that just happened to be hot, and liked pizza with Sunkist, jalapeños and pickles, had something to do with it. His eyes were saddened, unlike the anger they had this morning.

I wanted to help him and let his attitude slide. What could've happened to him in such short time? Wait, why am I putting so much thought into this? Who cares?!

I looked up and there was a slight breeze that chilled me, making me regret not bringing a sweater. I noticed him sitting on the brick wall on the far end of the court yard, eating his pizza. I wanted to go up to him, and talk to him, so I did. I got up and walked toward him. He looked up and I still saw the same hollowness, confirming that it wasn't my imagination. I sat next to him wondering what I should say. He followed me with his eyes.

"Uh…hi," I said timidly, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me closely as though thinking of what to say.

He just looked down, apparently deciding not to say anything, his inky bangs covering his eyes. 'Well isn't he a talker.' I thought angrily.

"Look, after the way you treated me this morning I shouldn't be sitting next to you much less talking to you. But I wanted to know if your ok," Well, that was to the point.

"I'm peachy flipping keen."

"Oh, well, that's a good way to put it. Look, this morning you were ready to kill someone. But now it's as though you're…I don't know, um…not…mad." 'Well that was lame,' I thought irately. He brought his head up. His eyes looked straight at me, piercing me. I couldn't look away.

"What are you? Some counselor or something? Or just some pain in the ass?" Before I could reply he nearly screamed out, "Because, you don't know me enough to judge me!" while he said this he got up with irritation in his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you treat everyone like this? What did I ever do to you?!" I knew my cheeks were flaming, just like they usually did when I was angry.

"Just leave me alone!"

"Fine! You're an ass!" I replied hotly.

"Yea, well, you're a bit-"

"That is quite enough. We do not use that kind of language at Saden High." We got busted by the Dean, Mr. Flayers. He was a middle- aged man that hated foul language and anything out of the ordinary. He was wearing a business suit (at a school…) and a toupee that was ready to fly away.

"I'm sorry" bet you he wasn't "but I must ask your names and decide your punishment," he said while taking out a notepad. 'Unbelievable. Now I'm in trouble just because I was curious.'

"Your name," he said while pointing at me.

"Kagome Higurashi" he jotted it on the pad and then pointed to…wait. I get to finally know his name.

"Inuyasha Takahashi," Inuyasha…his name was Inuyasha.

"Well children, the east side of our school needs a touch of paint and the janitors need a break. I think you kids would be perfect for the job. But I won't be here today, seeing as I have important obligations to attend to, you know, ballet recital." We both raised our eyebrows, and took a small step backwards. "Ahem…so, you will be here, after school tomorrow at 2:00pm sharp. I'll have the brushes set out for you." He walked away leaving me wanting to pull his toupee off, which wouldn't be needed seeing as the wind was way ahead of me.

"Great. I'm stuck with you tomorrow."

"Yea so try to keep your hands off me," he said, but he looked depressed for some reason, but before I could comment on it he walked away. 'What a jerk!' I stood there, fuming, until my friends came out through the cafeteria doors along with everyone else, slung their arms around my shoulders, and guided me toward Mrs. Booger's class. 'Off to see frog poop! Yay me!'


Author's Note: Alright, so I know Inuyasha is a little pissy, but you will find out why soon. I hope you guys like it thus far. R and R please!

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