A/N Hey, this is well awesome, I never really update do recently so it feels weird, but here's the 7th chapter, and no I'm not mad (anymore)
Chapter 7: to bad good to be true part 2
Disclaimer, I never ever owned Inuyasha.
"Why would you say that?"
"I didn't you did."
"Where over…."
"Great, if only Inuyasha would actually grace us with his presents." My dad said after Kikyo and Miroku's scene, which was, suppose to be Inuyasha and Ayame's. Each time Inuyasha's name was said I had a weird flash of yesterday's weird mix-ups. I had so much questions running through my head like, "Why didn't my dad tell me that I would have a sex scene, or why didn't he mention that Casey wasn't really an extra, she was the conflict in the movie. I had stayed up so late last night reading over the lines to find that my dad lied. Now I was confused with questions I wasn't brave enough to ask. "Does anyone know where Inuyasha is?" My dad asked this time completely annoyed especially since the movie was now introducing his character.
My dad took a look around the room, and I just sat there I had no idea where Inuyasha was, and I was completely annoyed by everything going on. I didn't bother to sit straight in my seat and act as if I was interested in this rehearsal. My dad looked over to Miroku, who was on his phone texting like usual, he cleared his throat to get his attention. And I relaxed reaching for something in my nap sack to divert attention from myself and finding it, I opened the bottle top of my flavored water. I was sitting at the end by myself, while everyone packed the other side of the long rectangular shaped table.
My dad cleared his throat again, and this time Miroku looked up, he seemed disoriented as if he had just awoken from a long nap, and he had to face reality again, "Where is Inuyasha?" My dad asked his eyes focused only on Miroku's while everyone faces seemed to direct towards him too, except mine I was bored, tiered and late for another rehearsal at another building miles from this one.
Miroku laid his expensive phone on the black table near his papers, and looked around, he seemed to be processing that Inuyasha wasn't here because he looked around the room like he missed something, but instead of realizing and saying that Inuyasha wasn't here, or telling everyone that he had no idea where he was. He laid his brown eyes on me, "I don't know but Kagome should." He said in complete confidence I almost coughed on my black cherry carbonated water, what the hell was he thinking I sat in this room for the past hour blending in with the wall and he waltzes in and brings everyone's eyes on me that bitch.
Every ones eyes did swing towards mine, and I had to let out a few coughs before I could think and communicate well "I have no idea what Miroku's talking about." I said with a nervous smile leaning lower in my seat, but I guess no one was buying the truth because there eyes stayed on mine I had no idea why Miroku thought this would be entertaining to advert embarrassment towards me, but he seemed like he was enjoying it.
He looked at me like I was crazy, and then his mouth formed in to a mocking smile "Well then what were you in Inuyasha doing Yesterday, me and Sango could of sworn you were…" He ended his sentence with a taunting laugh "Well you were you know." He added in again before grabbing his cell phone and starting up what he left off. I could have sworn I turned the color of a tomato at that moment. What was he trying to pull I could of killed him, I was about to deny the accusations, but I herd the door close again. I turned to see Kikyo gone, and I realize what just happened, damn it Miroku had just made matters twenty five times worse, now she really hated me.
Conner at the corner of the room got up following her like the day before, why was she always making ridiculously dramatic exits. "Well that's a second person missing." My dad said in a sigh, "Does anyone want to take her place too?" He asked his face searching the room. I looked over at my watch wondering if I could just leave as well, and would anyone say anything. But I couldn't what if Kikyo saw me I'd skip that battle.
"Kagome?" My dad asked and I looked over at him, "Do you know where Inuyasha is?" That conversation again, he knew damn well I had no idea where he was, I shook my head admitting the obvious. I had to also admit I would of been less bored if he was here, because that way I could of focus my attention on his face, or what he chose to wear, what facial expression he decided to bless us with, but that was beside the point. I had no idea what my dad was so worried about, especially since Inuyasha wasn't the only one missing Kouga hadn't showed today, and Ayame hadn't either.
I still felt bad for him and he seemed so upset, I turned my head from his gaze looking quickly around the room trying to ignore him, I didn't want to feel bad when I ask him if I could go home early. I had to make it to my next rehearsal it was the first one.
I continued looking around the room. The walls were so white like there had never been an ill mannered 5 year old with jello, or pudding stain hands to mess what looked like newly painted walls. The floors seemed uncommonly clean as well, the table black wooden and nicely polished. There was no windows and everyone sat on expensive leather office chairs, the type that only glided on dusty old office tiles or even crayon colored doctor office lobbies where children couldn't stomach the idea of waiting. The wheels never slithered through unnaturally clean rehearsal buildings where movie legends came to learn lines and get big breaks.
I scratched my tempo, before feeling a weird chill form in my spine, remembering Yesterday I could still smell him, he smelled like… I couldn't recapture it. I could only relive action, but never the adrenaline the feeling. It only lasted a minute at best, but it felt like hours, what was he planning on doing would I like it? Would I scream? How would I scream? Would it be in ecstasy or in pain, what if it were both. I closed my eyes tightly I didn't want to think of things like that. I wanted the memory to disappear, but it stayed in the corner of my mind and came out at the worse times.
"We should take a break then." My dad said startling me out of a reoccurring memory, but it was for the best. "You have an hour and nothing more, I want every one back at 8:05." He added with a sturdy voice something I wasn't use to hearing from him, but still I couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face this was great for my escape.
Everyone started to leave there seats stretch, yawn, while I made my way to my dad, he was rising from his seat grabbing a copy of the lines in the center of the table before making his exit. His grasp for the lines reminded me that I had brought a bag with me, and I retraced my steps to my seat. When I had gotten there, I ducked down to grab it, and when I rose again, I felt the strange impression that someone was staring at me. I turned to the right to see Sango's attention occupied by something in my direction. I turned around to see what she could be looking at, but behind me, there were only snowflake walls.
I looked back towards her, and I knew that look, it was the exact one she shot my way when Inuyasha had pinned me to the wall yesterday. Her eyes were sort of narrowed wondering lips agate in a way that didn't show shock, she did the exact impression while passing me the day before, I wanted to ask why she seemed strained if she wanted to say something to me she could of just asked. I had no time for wondering what made her tick. I had other more important things to take care of like the next rehearsal that I was 100 sure I'd be late for.
I made my way to the double doors, leaving Sango's unusual stare at the front of the hygienic room I would leave out once I pulled the doorknob, "Hig," I herd someone call and I winced, was that who I thought it was. When I turned I sighed out my worried breath from the pit of my stomach. It was only Miroku calling me. I smiled but not because he was gracing me with his unsuspecting presence actually he was wasting my valuable time, but I had actually smiled because he had a pair of loose duck pajamas on, and a normal blue t-shirt on, but the yellow duck pajamas were so bright and noticeable I had to bite the inside of my check to stop myself from laughing.
I held the left door open with my right foot, and turned my full attention towards him, I hoped that he'd see my weird position towards the door, and think 'well she's in a hurry let me make whatever I have to say quick.' But the way he made his way towards me slower then a person who was handicap would. I gave up on that, and positioned myself at a comfortable angle. The type of angle that a neighbor would ready herself in when her talkative fellow citizen from across the street, would get ready to walk her 13-year-old Labrador retriever, did I mention the dog owner had no job, and a "Power ranger" collection in her basement.
"So tell me." Miroku buzzed out, and when he did I zoned in I had drifted again, but this time to a "TV Land" comedy. "I didn't see you at the party yesterday," I looked at him like he was crazy, what party, I didn't remember a party, and then it started to come to me, the party that we were going to go to, oh I smiled ready to explain. "I would of thought you'd be the first one they're seeing you had intimate time with…"
I rolled my eyes before he could say the "I" word, and I guess he noticed because his sentence fell short and his lips spread into an ear-to-ear smile. I knew what he was going to ask next, and I didn't want to answer it. I had no idea what happened when I was pinned to the wall, and what was going to happen next, but I'd give anything to relive it.
" So…are you having sex with him?" He asked and when he did I was so caught off guard, my breath was caught in my throat again, I could of sworn if I was drinking something it would of spattered on to his duck pajamas, his dark blue shirt and his nicely shampooed hair. "Are you okay, you're turning blue." I put a hand out towards his face, and I shoved my right arm into my neck, I loss my grip to the door, and it closed with a harsh bang. My lungs had finally learned how to circulate air and I began to breath roughly at first with a couple coughs, but then I got the hang of it.
"No," I said and he raised an eyebrow, as if after the episode that I had just given him I had to be lying, "No," I repeated again, "There's no way, where are people getting these things from?" I asked I swore it wasn't the first time I'd been asked a ridiculous question like that, but by Miroku of all people, he was Inuyasha's best friend, well it seemed not the best.
"Then what was yesterday?" He asked confused and irritated, I shrugged as if to say you tell me, and I was happy he understood, he gave me a smile of understanding, and a nod before he shifted him self completely to stand in front of me. Towering me down I blushed and bent my head down, "So what are you going to do?" He asked and I didn't like his tone a soft whisper why, I had no idea. "It's on TV." And then I figured out why.
"It's on TV?" I screamed. "When, where, how…how did it get there, what channel?" I asked hardly able to contain myself my dad was going to kill me, would he care? My mom was going to kill me, she'd care, my mind wasn't working and I was thinking, thinking about all the times I was told shit about me was on TV, how the hell did this become part of that shit.
Mirokus' eyes flew open, "Hig calm down there just pictures, easy to cover up." Pictures seemed worse then video to me, but I guess he was right I began taking big intakes of air, and he smiled, "that's it," he reassured. "Inuyasha couldn't come, he's under house arrest." I looked up at Miroku like he was crazy I was just having a panic attack, and then he informs me that someone is under house arrest WTF. "Well he can leave the house he'd just be surrounded with media, I'm surprise you made it out though."
My lips twisted into a not so friendly smile, and I grabbed my bag from the carpeted floor, "I couldn't care less about Inuyasha," I said. But I didn't mean for that to slip out, I was just frustrated that I had came all the way to Hollywood to become a actress and instead I've become a media whore. I was on that damn Stars network more then some more successful stars and it was starting to take its toll, I hadn't even played on a commercial yet. I walked out the studio's double doors and through the halls searching for my father.
I started to drag myself through the long tiled halls, I was so mad partly because of the TV thing, and also I still hadn't found my dad, knapsack in my left hand like a kid I continued to shuffle through the hall, I felt like crap why was I being the bud of ridicule not only from the TV, but also from my dad who wasn't making himself easier to find. "DADDY!" I screamed, when I had gotten halfway through the building and hadn't found him, I knew I sounded spoiled, but it was fine I didn't care at this point, I was going to scream again when I herd whispering.
I slowed down, and kept alert hoping to here the whispering again maybe it was my father "I made you, so your going to stop shitting around like a primadonna," My eyes flashed open when I herd this, it sounded like a man, but not my dad, then I began to hear crying. I had no idea who was crying, but I knew it was a girl. "I don't care if he's your goddamn soul mate, get it together." I crouched down on the floor crawling near the wall toward the argument. "Listen there are ways of getting that girl out of the picture, but crying like a vulnerable bitch isn't one of them." Who was this man talking to, and what was he talking about, I crawled further down the hall till I saw a split, I could go right or left.
I turned my head to the left to see only closed doors and a set of elevators, when I turned to the right, I saw an open door, with Kikyo sitting on the floor against a wall, and Conner towering her, he was standing up and seemed very disturbed. "How do you expect to become a huge actress, and get rid of that sluttish image if you let a girl who doesn't have a career trash yours. What you need to do is get you lazy ass up, and get Inuyasha back."
Kikyo said something to respond, but I couldn't understand what it was it was something like, 'what if he…' and that's all I could decipher. "Listen I'm losing money because of you, I had to give an arm and a leg to get this job for you, and if you have to kill that Kag-bitch, or suck a part of that dog demons body to get back in the spot light you better start sucking, or killing you choose."
I took a deep sigh, and held my right hand to my mouth, they were talking about me, I was the Kag-bitch, I started to get up, I need not them find me, because Conner meant business, would Kikyo actually go as far as to kill someone just to get the spot light. I didn't even want it. she didn't even have to kill me I'd give it to her tax free. I started to hear more wining coming from her, but I didn't want to stay and hear especially since I was unusually uncoordinated, and I'd probably ram into some wall and have them come after me, but I was drawn to her troubles, and I couldn't help but to be a bit nosey.
I peaked my head from the wall, trying to eavesdrop, "Listen bitch," Conner said lifting Kikyo up from her blouse, "Get. It. Together. I don't want to have to hurt you." He finished off, but the way he was handling her it seemed like did. I felt a weird queasiness in the pit of my stomach like I might actually be in danger, but I made no sudden movements, "Your going to go down there, and pull your shit together, or I'll make sure tonight you wish you had." Why was Conner seeing Kikyo tonight it made no sense? Kikyo only nodded, wiping her tears, I felt so mad, mad that he was doing that to her, what was he to her anyhow, it didn't matter he shouldn't have been so rough.
I started to decide rather or not I should tell anyone what I saw, but I knew myself to well to know I wouldn't talk. I didn't actually like talking about myself, or secrets, and this seemed like a huge one. "Now give me a hug," Conner said standing back arms wide open.
I brought my attention back to Kikyo and Conner I couldn't believe he was asking for a hug, he was such an ass, if it were me I'd kick him something good on his balls. Of course, I'd run afterwards, but I'd do it. A smile spread on my lips because I knew Kikyo wasn't going to hug that ass. She was ten times meaner then me, and I would have kicked him, but Kikyo did hug him and it was a tight air sucker hug.
The one that was always at the end of those romance movies when the woman thought the guy had died, but it turned out he had made it out alive, she always ran towards the guy and gave him an air sucker of a hug while tears ran through her eyes and slid through the dirt that she had on her cheeks. The only difference was Kikyo had no dirt on her cheeks, but if she had it would have been completely clean since she began crying more than ever, the second difference was in those movies they kissed, I was sure Kikyo wasn't going to kiss this guy he was like 50 something, as the hug trailed on and both of there eyes stayed passionately closed I thought to leave, until I saw Conner lift his head and Kikyo followed, and they did it, lips press together and all, he pulled Kikyo into a tongue twisting kiss and she wasn't denying it either, he didn't even stop at her lips he started to kiss her on her neck as well, and I was so shocked I started to back away, but before I could fully leave I needed my brain to send a signal to my legs which never really happened for me, so I stumbled on the ground with a huge thud.
"Is some one there?" I heard Conner ask and I was quick to grab my knapsack and run, I flew down the corridor so quickly I couldn't even believe it, I wasn't really athletic just luckily thin, so I was guessing it was my adrenaline that help me take flight. I was going to take a right which would lead me back to rehearsal, but the hall stretched for miles and I was scared that he'd catch up with me, so I took a left which lead only to an exit. With out thinking about Paparazzi or anything I threw myself outside, and continued to run.
I didn't make it far, before I felt myself run out of energy I wasn't big on breakfast eating, and at 7 in the morning its what you really needed to stretch on. I took low deep breaths trying to calm myself down, but tears started running down instead, I didn't know why I was crying, on the middle of the street completely exposed.
I hunched down on my knees, I had no idea where I was the building was so wide, and had so many exits, how was I to know which one was going to get me back, I was just mad, upset that I hadn't accomplished anything and I wasn't going to. All I was going to do was get myself killed, I was going to pry into people's lives and hurt them and myself. Why was I so dumb? Here I am only a few weeks of rehearsal and I've already experienced a "Life time" movie.
I had already exposed myself to enough tobacco to cause 2nd hand smoke, and I was still feeling weird emotions for the guy slowly killing everyone. And this whole Kikyo thing I had no idea what to say to it I mean what was I going to do tell my dad that Conner is actually a crazy guy who's corrupting Kikyo's life, and threaten to kill your only daughter?
"What daughter?" I whispered he never worried about a daughter before why now, I took another deep sigh and I realized with the last realization that I was being a pathetic big baby, I should have been lucky to not be Kikyo to not have been caught, to be part of a movie. I was letting childish things like my slowly drifting relationship with my dad come out only because I was vulnerable. That fact was to stay in the back of my mind and never come out again, and so was this whole incident. I scrambled to my feet, and began to slowly jog around the building I saw no parking spots, and I was afraid I'd be followed by the media, but I sucked that up to.
I sucked up the fact that the guy who was suppose to be my inspiration my future husband was actually crazy, and thought I was a freak. I sucked up the fact my dad had no time for me, I sucked up the fact that I was never going to be in the cola commercial. All I could hear now was how serious Conner's voice had been when he told Kikyo 'its your choice.' I was finally waking up I was seeing everything in the light it really was in, this was reality and it was a bitch.
My jog simmered out to a brisk walk, I had the feeling that someone was behind me, but I didn't want to turn to see who it was, I didn't want it to be Conner, I didn't want it to be my dad, my mom, anyone I just wanted to keep walking till I was nowhere, till I could finally rest my head on something that wouldn't combust.
I continued walking and the feeling that someone was behind me sprung again, And my walk turned into a full on sprint, I only turned once to see who was behind me, and when I turned around to watch where I was going, I was met with flashes, steady flashes everywhere I felt lost and disoriented, I knew where I was, but I felt weak like I couldn't do anything about it. All I could here was yells, questions I didn't know the answer to. Peoples clothing, there air, the hot California heat I knew exactly where I was…
Hell.
"Kagome! Kagome!" seemed the root to each question, but I continued to fight through the crowd trying to get through them, each time I herd my name the more I was starting to hate it. Kagome, Kagome, damn if only they got in an organized line then maybe I'd try to answer a couple questions, but for now all my answers were no, each 'Kagome' was met with a 'no' though I was fighting through a crowd I still had a feeling that someone was following me, behind me someone who was different then the people who made up the crowd. With one single shriek from a woman somewhere behind me, I realized who it could be.
"Inuyasha!" The woman screamed again, and now everyone was yelling "Inuyasha! Inuyasha! Kagome! Inuyasha." And I was going slowly insane, I was trying to run, but I had no idea where, I felt as if I didn't I'd be caught, I wasn't thinking logically, but I didn't care.
The feeling that someone was behind me began again, but this time it caused a cold sweat to shiver down my spine, because I could of sworn the person was beside me, I knew they were in a car driving slowly and I shivered at the thought of what they might have been capable of doing. This was the first time I actually didn't mind being engulfed by paparazzi.
"Get in" I herd someone yell to my right I turned towards the voice, but all I could make out was a dark satin smooth red vehicle with tinted windows, I didn't hesitate to open up the passenger door, and jump in, as I closed the door the yelling slowly began to fade, and turn into murmurs, the tinted windows of the cool passenger seat allowed me to see in to exactly where I'd been lost in. I felt dumb stupid, why did I jump in, obviously it was the same car following me, I didn't want to look and see whom it was driving in fear it would be Conner.
Who ever it was hit the gas quickly, making me hit my head against the window, but I showed no sign of reaching for the seatbelt to my right. instead I kept a steady arm on the door, waiting to jump out when ever I got the opportunity. I kept my head down, I still had no idea who it was driving, but I knew he was taking me away from the studio, he was driving on the main road shockingly fast, and he showed know effort of slowing down at the red light ahead. I felt my heart pump quicker and as we passed the red light I turned to the left to see who it was, "Inuyasha" I said my voice caught in my throat and I sat back in my seat pulling my seat belt on.
"Damn it," he cursed looking behind him, I felt an unusual feeling go through my spine and an awkward warmness overwhelm the left of my neck, "This is fucking ridiculous," he cursed once more, he sped the car up making a sharp turn to the left, I looked behind us to see what had him on edge, two cars one navy blue and one white, were following us, one of the cars had a women hanging out of the window taking pictures at any opportunity she had, the navy blue truck had a camera man in the passenger seat. I looked at Inuyasha he seemed flushed like he had nowhere else to turn to, and the cars wouldn't slow down for anything.
"Who are they?" I questioned more to myself then him, but it didn't matter because he acted as if I wasn't there, and preceded on left turns and speedways, I turned to face the front completely, before taking a small glimpse towards him. He had a small smirk on his face now and before I knew it we were going down a dusty hill it wasn't even a road just a grimy mount with trees everywhere. I was waiting for us to hit one, but we didn't he turned once, to the back again, and he seemed please in where we were heading. After awhile of just riding down the steep hill I decided to muster up the courage to talk. "Conner…." Was the only thing I said, and I wanted to slap myself, but mentally would do, "Who were those people." I asked changing the words that were suppose to come out, I had no time to cry about the drama that had engulfed me, especially the Kikyo obstacle, but still my voice was hoarse, and I had no idea why.
He had no desire to answer me, so I didn't press on he actually seemed upset, and I wanted to know why, his eyes stayed solely on the road, and his ears sat in a strange focus way as if it took all his concentration to drive recklessly down a dusty old hill. I didn't bother getting worried or scared, I felt content sitting in his car holding my knapsack in my lap. I just let his soothing aroma relax me. His car smelled like him like something I couldn't put a finger on, something that you couldn't get from any cologne or body spray, it was something natural, and it sent mix feelings through my spine.
"My fucking car," woke me up from my day dreams, and I was surprised that for a moment I had drifted off, he at that moment turned off the engine, and the soft humming which must have been his radio disappeared, so did the cool air from the vents. I was now wide awake, and feeling awkward I could of driven all the way to Florida the way things were going, no pit stops no nothing.
He murmured something else about his car then things got quiet again, and I still felt comfort capture me. "What the hell were you doing outside?" He asked as if outside was now considered a danger zone, I only shrugged and he narrowed his eyes. It was as if he knew I was lying, and in order to keep my feelings at bay, and not let any of the recent dramas show, I turned the other way. Looking out the tinted windows, we were now on a dusty trail with trees everywhere and I clinched at the thought of having to drive back up to get back on the main road, the gas that would have to be spent, but he had the money so it wasn't that serious.
I herd a soft laugh escape his lips, but I didn't look his way I continued to stare at the landscape at my right. "I didn't just drive 99 pounds of dead weight through a high speed chase, just so she could act timid and shy." I still didn't make the move to look at him, I had so many things that I knew were written on my face. I knew he'd read each one, the dad one, Conner, the commercial, paparazzi I needed a little more time to hide them, just ten minutes, and I could push them in a corner where everything else I didn't want out hid, and then I could turn and bring out a fresh Kagome. That's why I loved acting so much I could hide innermost secrets, just by being someone else all I just needed was a couple of seconds to contain all that was me.
"Listen," he said, and I was sick of that word I had ears, who was to say I wasn't listening. I needed to leave I had to much things running through my mind there was no way I could organize them in a matter of seconds. He put a hand to my shoulder and it shocked me, he had never really touched me, since yesterday, which had more things jumping around in my already filled head. His touch made it hard to register common thoughts, and I thought I was winning, but I could already feel tears start to surround my eyes. "Are you crying?" he asked, and I had no idea how he guessed, his voice sounded sarcastic as if I was weak by letting tears show. I had my hand on the handle of his car, and I was about to leave, but he knew it, I had no idea how he guessed, but he did. He pulled me by my shoulder making me rip my whole body in front of him, and I had no mirror, but I knew my face it was oozing with pain, anyone could tell that I had witness something, that I was feeling neglected, that I was inches from quitting just because I was too exposed.
I hated the way he looked at me like I had horns, like I was disgusting him, he didn't say anything, and I felt stupid, stupid that I let feelings that were suppose to be bottled up out. He just stared away. I had at that point lost my mind I was sick of the constant staring, and tears running down my cheeks that I just lost it. "YOUR NOT EVEN SUPPOSE TO BE HERE!" I said pushing his arm from my shoulder, and tying to leave again. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked he seemed piss and I didn't hesitate to yell it out again, I wasn't being myself and I had a weird feeling of nausea, and embarrassment that I knew couldn't be healthy.
"Your suppose to be under house arrest not saving people" I said, and I was shocked I had completely simmered down from my crying spree, I was now left with embarrassment and I turned away from him, and everything became quiet. Steady tears still engulfed my face, but there was no noise following them, they were silent, calm, and peaceful very peaceful content with just falling freely down my face.
He didn't say anything, and I didn't either, the car was starting to fill up with so much heat, and I could feel beads of sweat align on my forehead, all of a sudden the engine started to roar to life, and I felt the cool air begin again, the soft humming of the radio starting up, and we just continue to sit there, "if you want to leave you can go." He said, but I didn't look at him, I didn't make any effort to leave his car, and we sat there longer, I had no thoughts running through my head, and all I could hear was the smooth humming of his radio, even though nothing was going on I knew this was a story I would remember.
Sitting in his car listening to his intakes of needed air, what was it about him that made me forget that he was a complete jerk, I didn't care about his movie awards his looks, just him, and I didn't even know him that well, but it felt like I knew him enough, the same force that made me jump into this car was the same one that was with me now, and I felt my eyes close, I needed to sleep I had seen to much, and I was up too early, but I couldn't sleep if I slept I'd miss something. And I couldn't miss anything, because I loved where I was.
We sat there for moments longer, and I could feel my eyes getting heavy, when I couldn't hold them up much longer I decided to let out what I had been deciding to say since I jumped into his car. "Thanks." I whispered, and he didn't say anything, could it be that he was sleeping as well. I turned to look over at him, and I was surprise to see him, staring over at me, his golden eyes boring into mine, and I looked down. "Thanks… you know for the ride." I whispered out, just in case he didn't know why I was thanking him.
He looked away, after a few seconds and whipped around in his seat, he started the car, and began driving straight ahead, "Whatever, I should of left you running…you know since I'm under house arrest." He said this completely draped in disgusting sarcasm, but I felt like I deserved it. The road was bumpy, and I wondering how he was planning on getting to the main road, through a woodland trail, but I didn't know California like he did.
His eyes stayed on the road, but his right arm reached over towards the radio. "Do you want me to turn it up?" I asked trying to be as nice as possible, but he was still upset about something, and he wanted to do it him self. "You should probably keep your eyes on the road." I said, reaching over with my left hand to turn the radio up, but he never registered and he left his right toads the car radio, and with one single bump my right hand was placed on his fore arm, and I felt a strange warm feeling engulf my shoulders and my neck, I pushed my arm away and he did the same with his right.
"I'm not reaching for the radio," he said, his voice still sounded ironic, and I looked towards the window face now flush from the misunderstanding, and the weird feeling that had taken over me. The car slowed down a bit, and his hand went to the compartment below the radio, and he grabbed a pack of cigarettes I didn't say anything like I can stomach the smell don't smoke that, instead I just sat there as he grabbed a lighter from the same place. "You want one?" he asked and I turn to see his face in a taunting smirk, he knew damn well I couldn't even stand the smoke, so why would I smoke it.
I only shook my head saying no, and looked ahead as he lit up the poisonous drug, I was then wondering why his car or his clothes didn't smell like cigarette why he smelled so…I couldn't even finish that phrase in my own head. The main road began to show, and I felt my stomach begin to crawl not because he had put the window down, because I didn't want, are time together to be over.
It didn't take long for the smell to reach my nose, and queasiness to begin to fill the pit of my stomach, I leaned forward, but to my complete surprise, I hadn't know that I was slowly bending over to hold my stomach. Inuyasha looked my way only for a glimpse before throwing the cigarette out and taking a right. "When we get there…" he said and he took a quick look at me, as if trying to see if throwing the lit cigarette had done any good, and being please since I sat completely up, he continued on. "Don't leave my sight." I looked up at him wondering why, "it's complicated but trust me its all your fault."
I didn't say anything instead I looked straightforward towards the flashing green light in front of us, I wanted it to turn red at that very moment. I didn't want to go back to that studio, and see my demanding dad, it was already 9:30, and he'd be mad that I didn't show up t his strict request of 8:05, I didn't want to see Sango's staring face when Inuyasha walked in with me, and I didn't want Miroku to greet me with a smug smile. Then there was Conner who probably knew it was me outside the hall. That was it I didn't want to go back to rehearsal.
"I'm not going back." I said, and I had gotten my wish because at that very moment the flashing green turn yellow and he began to slow down. "I don't care what you say I'm not leaving this car." And as if to show, I meant my word I cuffed my right hand under the leather seat, and I could of sworn I pushed wholes onto the bottom, I had no idea how, but I did I knew he couldn't tell, but I felt really weird like I meant my word.
"He seemed unsure of what I meant, like there was a double meaning to 'I'm not going back,' but a cunning smile spread on his lips and he changed lanes, ready to make a 'u' turn. "So where do you want to go?" he asked.
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