He looked at me for a minute, me sprawled out on the badly painted floor, then he did something that made me want to kiss him and rip out his vocal chords at the same time.

He, that bastard, laughed.

It took me a moment to realize it was coming from him, because if you saw this guy, he did NOT look like a funny guy. More like a knight in a fairy tale or... Something.

And then I realized something else, something more painful. My butt HURT. Ouch. I whimpered slightly at the pain in my ass and my back, and the jerk stopped laughing and stood up next to me. I thought he was going to hurt me, or something equally painful, so I winced and started trying to get up myself, but suddenly there was a long slender, and dare I say, pale had streched out towards me, which I gratefully took. He helped me stand up, but he didn't release my hand.

"I'm afraid we weren't properly introduced. I'm Sesshoumaru Takashi."

I was slightly disturbed that he still had my hand.

"And I'm leaving, if you'll be kind enough to let my hand go."

He looked flustered for a millisecond but it dissapeared. He STILL had MY goddamn HAND.

"Tell me your name, and I'll release my hostage."

His grip tightened on my hand. I gave him something akin to a growl.

"Hell no, now let my fucking hand GO."

He raised a perfect eyebrow, and suddenly I felt so small compared to him. I blushed, I think.

"No. Your name, and for your impertinence, your number too."

I suddenly got an idea and I grinned. A really, really cheesy grin, the kind I had given my bellybutton ring amany a time.

"You're hitting on me, aren't you?"

He grimaced slightly, but I could trace a slight hint of guilt on his face... And he didn't answer my question. This was going to be fun.

I let my arm relax and smiled at him, it was an evil oh-hell-your-going-to-die-now smile, but goddamnit, it was a SMILE. Smiles make people's days.

"How about this then." I said as I looked around the teacher's desk at the front of the class. I had to drag Sir Ice-alot with me, but I got to the teacher's desk.

"You give me your number, and I'll give you my name. Deal?" I looked at him while grabbing a pen and a peice of paper.

He frowned slightly but nodden none the less. He knew I had the upper hand, so he had to be just a LITTLE smart. I handed over my stolen paper and pen and he scribbled down a number and his name on it. I took the paper and the pen back from him, and turned so that I was facing the desk. He finally let go of my hand so that I could write properly.

I wrote my name AND number, and ripped off his information. I folded both peices and turned towards him again. I handed him the one that was his and did something, I never thought I would do.

I kissed him. A full on the mouth kiss. He appearently was in shock of it and just stood still. I turned and skipped out of the room. So I DID get happy over guys... That solved a mystery.

As my demented mother pulled me out of the school and towards the bus stop (How the HELL does she find me so quickly?!) I took out the little slip of paper I had torn off and looked at it.

Kagome Higurashi

021-5843

I felt stupid and depressed. I felt that way the whole weekend, my last weekend before I was thrown back into school.

I hate my life.

And, I hate school.

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AN: The number I used is totally fake. Do not use and do not complain. It is made up. R&R