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Chapter 2: Getting a Connection

"So how are we going to do this?" Ayame asked me, snapping her compact mirror shut. Her long, red-brown hair was pulled into a side pony-tail; different from the way she usually kept it. She was sporting a mini skirt—naturally—that was white. I blue tank-top complimented the white, fur jacket that covered her shoulders, which also matched her white, fur boots; it was all faux fur, of course. Ayame has this thing about wearing fur, but not real fur.

"I will figure it out, where is Sango?" I ask, taking a look at my watch.

"Sorry guys, I just got done with auditions." Sango was a star in middle school when it came to sports', her main attraction was softball, something about hitting balls made her happy. "I wanted to shower but we can go."

"Oh, you look fine." Ayame chimed, and she was right. Sango may have an athletic build, but she looks so feminine when she gets all fixed up. A bit of pink eye shadow above her brown eyes, a touch of glossy lip-gloss, followed by a few strokes through her hair with her hand and she looked great. She even looked good in her cargo shorts and form fitting t-shirt stating 'Paws Off' with a mad looking cat on it, as well as her tennis shoes.

So here I am, wearing some ridiculous blue mini skirt along with a halter top that seemed a bit revealing, so I wore a buttoned up shirt over it. At least the skirt went with my new brown sandals. I was honestly no match for their beauty; it took hours to fix my frizzy hair, I hated having brown eyes, I'm always such a klutz, and I'm just not suited to have such gorgeous friends! They can't know that though, for some reason, they tend to think that I'm also as gorgeous as them. I wish I could learn to be so optimistic…

"Are we going then?" Ayame, impatient as ever, groaned.

"Yes, ok," I started walking. "We know how you don't want to ruin your complexion."

"Exactly," She mused "these horrible UV-Rays will kill my modeling career."

Sango and I rolled our eyes together, but smiling as well.

"So how are we going to accomplish your dream of high school love, Kagome?" Sango asked, pulling her bag further up on her shoulder.

"Hmm, I'm not too sure," I wondered "we don't really see many guys after school. I don't even have any connections."

"That's fine by me, looks like we should give up." Sango smiled, expectedly.

"Aw, we can't do that, we've just barely begun." I frowned.

"Sango, you know that Kagome doesn't give up once she has set her mind to it…"

"Yeah ,yeah, I know…"

"What was that?" I asked, looking at them.

"Oh, don't worry about it." Sango smiled, picking up the pace, already ahead of us; boy could she walk.

We paused at a cross walk as cars flew by, I could barely make out what occurred next if it wasn't for Sango's cry followed by a loud SMACK!

I leaned to the side of Ayame so I could see why she cried, and felt my eye twitch as I took in what happened. Some guy had felt her up. From the looks of it, she was pissed, fists clenched and all. The guy rubbed his cheek, feeling the blazing pain from the slap.

He looked like a high school boy; wearing a purple T-shirt with a button up shirt over it that wasn't buttoned up…loose fitting jeans with guy sandals on. He had some nice looking blue eyes that went well with his black hair…that was pulled into a small pony-tail for some reason. I noticed the gold hoops that pierced his ears as well. Not too bad looking, if you ask me.

"How dare you touch me!" Sango shouted, "You damn pervert!"

"Aw man, Miroku," we heard a voice holler through the crowd—which was now moving on across the road. The voice belonged to a tan looking man with hair longer than mine and as black as coal, pulled back in a high pony-tail; his eyes were a startling blue. He wore ripped cargo pants with a plain white shirt. There was also this headband thing on his head...

"Dude, I just knew this was going to happen." The tan guy did a face palm and yanked the other guy…Miroku was it…by the arm. "I'm sorry he went and did that."

"Yeah, whatever," Sango turned her head away.

"I just couldn't help it, this hand of mine is cursed." Miroku claimed, holding up his right hand.

"It's ok Sango, let's just get to my place." I urged her along, too late to see Ayame forming googly eyes at the tan guy.

"Oh, thanks for helping out my friend, what's your name?" Ayame purred, beginning her flirtatiousness.

"Uh, it's Koga…" He gave an awkward smile, pulling Miroku with him.

"Do you attend that all boy's school?"

"Uh, maybe…why?"

"Well, we just started high school at the all girl's school."

"You don't say…"

"Mhmm, and we wanted to see firsthand if that school really was full of mean, and," she ran her finger up Koga's bare arm "tough guys."

"Well…" He was warming up to her, I could tell…poor guy…

"Could I have your number? We could chat later if you want, so you can give me all the details." She twirled a strand of hair, looking up at him through her lashes.

Koga blushed "sure…" he typed in the number in Ayame's touch screen phone. She giggled and waved good bye at him. He looked awe struck as he walked away, still holding Miroku's arm as Miroku tried to pry him off.

"Girls, we got ourselves a connection!" Ayame cheered, throwing us both high-fives.