Chapter 4
"Please Don't Touch Your Arm with My Arm: How I Almost Died on Public Transportation"

Inuyasha liked to think that he was intelligent.

He was not.

Because Kagome, the witch, somehow convinced him that he needed to be sitting next to her in order for her to eat anything. Okay, it really wasn't hard to figure out. She pouted and then looked at him as he set the plate next to her on the bed.

"I only have one good hand," she practically whimpered. Fuck, if he wasn't going to wind up eating those words.

"Yeah, put the cup down and eat then," he grumbled, nodding his head towards the plate.

"But what if it spills?" Fuck, the lip trembling. No, he would resist; he was not going to—

"Keh, fine." He climbed on the bed and sat next to her, alternating between holding the plate and letting it balance on his knee. She made a happy little noise, grabbing his hand as she set her mug of tea in it. He growled at her, holding her mug, and she just grinned up at him as she took a small bite.

"I only have one good hand," she practically purred at him. "Remember?"

He banged his head back into the wall, and she giggled.

Kagome knocked out pretty quickly, thank God, eating most of the food her mother brought up. But it was not enough to stave off the nausea that overtook her later. He got very little warning, a hand clamping over her mouth was it, before he was thrusting a basket under her to catch the vomit. His other hand tried to pull back her hair.

She groaned, clearly miserable, as he tried to be reassuring, but felt like he was failing miserably. When she was done, he set the trashcan to the side, ignoring the rancid smell wafting from it.

He lightly patted her back as she draped over the side of bed, hair now hanging over her shoulders. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and he handed her the glass of water. She gulped it down with enthusiasm.

"Thanks," she muttered, flopping backwards against the pillow. She glanced towards him and then her eyes landed on the trashcan.

"You okay?" Kagome turned towards the sound of his voice, as he settled on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah," she said, sitting upright. "Sorry. I'll take care of that. I know it smells." She moved to stand, and he brushed her off.

"Kagome?" Her mother asked, opening the door.

"She was sick," Inuyasha stated plainly.

"I was afraid of that." She sighed and moved next to them, crinkling her nose. "I'll take care of this. Do you feel better?" She stooped to pick up the trashcan. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"Ugh, that doesn't even sound appealing," Kagome groaned, covering her eyes with an arm.

"Poor thing," she mumbled, turning to Inuyasha. "Call if you need anything." She said as she left, taking the foul-smelling trash can with her, much to his relief.

"You should probably eat something," he suggested.

"Ugh, stop talking. Nothing even sounds good right now." He patted her leg in an effort to comfort.

"Does your arm feel okay?"

"Yeah," she held it up as if to show it off to him and prove that it was fine. She rested it across her stomach and flicked her fingers a little. He watched her for a moment, knowing that she genuinely felt miserable.

"Do you need anything?" He asked her, hand still on her knee. She nudged him slightly with her leg, a small smile playing across her lips.

"Just this, dog boy."

He turned his head away, but smiled at the contact between them.

Surprisingly, her arm really was feeling better in the last couple of days. Inuyasha had been unusually kind, and she reveled in it. Everything had been going so well, which should have clued her in that this could only end in an argument. One she wasn't even entirely sure why they were it having to begin with.

"I said no, Kagome," he growled.

"Inuyasha, I'm going to school. There's no reason for me not to."

He grabbed her wrist and held it up as though that solidified his argument.

"My arm's healing. I can at least go to school and take notes. I was writing with it yesterday." She sighed as that comment seemed to ruffle him even more.

"No, you need to rest."

"Inuyasha, please, I'm fine. I'm perfectly capable of going to school today. You're not stopping me either."

He stood up at his full height, almost looking as though he was trying to loom over her. That might frighten some people, but this was Inuyasha. She was not afraid of him; how could she be? He was like a growling puppy; he looked fierce, but he was practically harmless.

She sighed and looked up at him, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. His eyes bored down at her, and she reached her left hand up and yanked on a forelock.

"I'm going to school, Inuyasha."

He bared his fangs at her and disappeared out of her room.

Sighing again, she shifted back to her dresser to finish brushing her hair to get ready for the day. She knew his pattern. He'd rant and rage, then pout when she didn't listen, and then follow her around like a puppy until she eventually gave in. If they were starting the pouting phase, she might be able to make it to school before the puppy stage started.

Grabbing her bookbag with her uninjured hand, she started down the stairs.

"—listen to you," Inuyasha pleaded. "She won't listen to me on this. She never does."

"I understand your concerns, Inuyasha. But there's really not a good reason for her to stay home. She's been off her pain meds since yesterday afternoon, and she already misses so many classes as it is. It'll be good for her to go."

"But she's hurt," he whined, lowering his voice to a loud whisper, telling her that he knew that she was coming.

"She's safe at school. If anything happens, or she starts feeling poorly, the school will let me know right away."

Inuyasha didn't respond, and Kagome continued walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her mother smiled and set a small plate on the table.

"You have a few minutes to eat before you'll need to head out, dear."

"Thanks, mom." Kagome sat down, opposite of Inuyasha, who glowered at her as she ate, as if waiting for her to make a mistake and prove his point. Her mother gave him a plate too, and it seemed to placate him enough that his glower dimmed down to an emphatic scowl.

"Perhaps, Inuyasha, you should return to your time and inform your friends what has happened. If you were expected back a while ago, they must be worried."

Kagome paused, fork raised in mid-air and stared at him.

"You did go back and tell them what happened?" She asked. He didn't look at her, and his ears slipped sideways, and she knew that he hadn't. "Inuyasha! They're probably worried sick!"

"They're fine! Besides, it ain't like I could leave you alone like that."

"Like what?"

His ears flattened and his eyes darted to her mother.

"Inuyasha has been instrumental in helping us take care of you," her mother pointed out, taking his empty plate, placing her other hand on his shoulder. "However, it would be nice to tell your friends that everything is fine, as well as why your return might be delayed."

His ears turned sideways, and Kagome stifled a giggle at the sight. It was always a sign that he knew he was wrong but didn't want to admit it. His ears though, they always gave him away.

"Dear," Kagome looked up at the sound of her mother's voice. "You should probably head out or else you'll be late."

"I'll see you later, then!" She stood, picking up her bag from the empty chair and started out the door, tweaking an ear as she went by.

"Hey!" He stood immediately and followed her out the door, only a step behind and hovering over her. Kagome made it to the top of the stairs before turning around to face him. He was literally right behind her, making her take a small step back to put some distance between them.

His eyes focused on something over her shoulder, and she knew that he was struggling with whatever he wanted to tell her.

"I'll be okay. You can go back, tell them what happened, and make sure that no one is worrying about us," she said. "And after, if you want, you can come back and wait for me to get back and show you that nothing happened."

"Yeah, sure," he muttered, ears flickering. "Just—" He huffed a little. "Just be careful and don't hurt your arm."

She smiled.

"I will be extra careful! I promise!" She grinned, and he snorted.

"Woman, I have seen you trip over air."

"Hey! I am not that bad!"

He raised an eyebrow, and she shoved at his shoulder. He caught her wrist, preventing her from using her arm with any force, and frowned at her.

"Oh," she winced and then gave him a guilty smile. "I'll be better."

Another eyebrow raise.

"Oh, just go speak to everyone. I'll be back before you know it!" He let go of her arm, and she quickly bounded down the stairs, not tripping or falling on her way. She stopped at the bottom and waved to Inuyasha, who gave a very reluctant wave back.

She grinned, stifling a laugh at the face that she got a wave out of him, especially since she knew that he was probably kicking himself for doing it. She started down the street towards the subway station.

She arrived at school with little issue. There was a weird guy that stared at her the whole way, but that wasn't exactly uncommon. Every once in a while, there was a creep that just stared. Or that one time she was pretty sure that one of them took a couple pictures of her and her friends. Such was the plight of the subway. Normally though, as long as you made eye contact with them, they stopped. This guy though, just stared unabashedly, but he on the opposite side of the train and stayed on when she got off, so it was just a small disturbance, nothing major.

Her sleeves thankfully covered the bandages, so there was nothing visible.

But her mother had given her a note that said she was to refrain from physical activity until further notice, so she'd have an off period to catch up school work. She went into the office and smiled at the old lady sitting behind the desk.

"Good Morning," she greeted and handed her the note from her mother.

"Poor dear. You've been having a rough time of it, haven't you?" She asked, typing into the computer on her desk.

"Well, you know, how it is," Kagome stuttered out, scratching the side of her neck as she tried to think of something that didn't sound weird. "Stuff happens."

"Alright, I've put your note in. Don't strain yourself."

"Yes, ma'am!" Kagome said, darting out the door towards her classroom.

"Kagome!" A familiar chime of voices came down the hallway, and she saw her friends rushing towards her.

"Hey guys." She clutched her arm a little closer to her to dissuade them from grabbing her arm like they usually did.

"How are you feeling?" Yuka asked. "You've been out for a while this time."

"Yeah, there was a small accident when I went with grandpa to do a blessing. I had to get stitches and everything."

"Oh no!" Ayumi pressed her hands against her own cheeks. "How awful! Is it bad?"

"Oh, you know, just a few stitches and bruises, but it's better," Kagome waved it away as they walked down the hallway.

"Is it going to scar?" Eri asked and Kagome rolled her eyes. If they only knew how many she'd gotten in the last few months.

"Eh, if it does, it does. No sense in crying about it now."

The girls talked about everything, catching her up on the latest gossip, and Kagome paid attention as much as she was able to. Every so often, she caught another student stop talking and stare at her until she passed.

It was weird after she caught the third one doing it.

She shifted, pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind and focused on just being at school. This was normal. This is what normal kids did. She should enjoy her bout of normalcy for the moment.

Settling into her seat, she dug her pencils and notebooks out of her bag with her good hand and prepared herself for class.

"Oh, Kagome!" Hojo's voice reached her from across the room, and she winced. He knelt down beside her desk, a solemn look on his face. "I heard what happened. I brought you this salve to help your wound heal. Apply it twice a day to ward of infection." He handed her a small bag, and his face lit up. "I also read up on your condition, and I brought you some mumijo and cricket protein to help."

"Crick-et?" She mumbled glancing at the bag on her desk and trying very hard not to grimace or turn green. She didn't even know what the other thing was. She'd never even heard of it. "Uh, thanks?"

"Of course. I only want to see you get better." His face was very serious as he stared at her and then stood, taking his own seat a few desks ahead of her own.

The teacher came in and began directing them in their notes and lesson. Kagome listened, wrote her notes, following along in her textbook as needed. She flexed her fingers a few times, trying to alleviate the cramp in her hand and arm.

During the first two classes, she'd felt the sudden sharp spasms of pain shoot up her arm and into her shoulder. She'd had to pause in her writing as they passed quickly enough.

"You okay?" Ayumi asked and Kagome flashed her a smile and nodded, returning to her own notes.

"Miss Higurashi!" The teacher called. Kagome looked at him, waiting for the question. She'd been paying close attention, and even though it was math, she felt confident enough to be able to answer his question. Or at least give an answer that was close enough to not be completely embarrassing. But he didn't say anything else.

He just stared.

"Sir?" She asked and then gave a quick glance around the room, as every single student in the room turned to face her. Just staring. "What?" She swiveled around, unnerved by all the eyes focused straight on her. "Is there something on my face?" She let out a half-laugh, trying to get a reaction out of someone. No one moved. Or blinked.

If someone started talking about brains, she was bailing.

"Will someone just say something?"

But they didn't move or speak, and the teacher just stood there, book open, mouth parted as if to continue speaking.

Wait. Did time freeze again? That would be marginally less creepy. Problematic, but less creepy.

She reached forward and pushed on the arm that rested on her desk until it fell off. The girl replaced the arm back onto her desk.

Okay, so time is not frozen, but that didn't make her feel any better.

"Alright, I'm just going to go then," she said softly, standing. Their eyes followed her intently as she took a step backwards towards the door.

The bell rang and she screamed.

"Alright, everyone, that will be enough for today. We'll pick it back up after lunch." The teacher moved towards his desk as the students put away their things and began shuffling out the door or shifting in their desks. "Miss Higurashi, is everything alright?"

"Huh?" Her head snapped up to look at him. "Uh, yeah, fine." She ducked out of the room, making a bee-line towards the bathroom. She slipped into a stall and leaned back against the wall, clutching her arm to her chest.

What the hell was that?

She nibbled at her lunch, eating slowly, watching everyone else around here, waiting to see if anything else happened. But everyone was just acting like it was all completely and totally normal and not like they'd all been momentarily possessed.

"Everything okay, Kagome?"

"Yeah, absolutely! I was just wondering if you guys noticed anything strange earlier?" She took another small nibble of her apple slices.

"Like what?" Yuka asked.

"Just, like, you know, anything weird? At all?" Her voice rose higher as she spoke, just curious if there was anything they noticed or felt. The three girls glanced at each other and then shook their heads.

"No, there wasn't anything weird. Are you sure you're okay?" Eri asked her, tilting her head at Kagome's question.

"Yeah, fine. Fine." Kagome waved her hand dismissively at her own question. It was not a big deal and she was going to be fine. Fine, because she was not going to deal with an already hovering hanyou if it wasn't.

"So," Yuka started. "Hojo seemed to be pretty concerned earlier." She dug her spoon into her yogurt, slowly sliding it across her tongue as she stared at Kagome.

"He's being nice. There's nothing to look for beyond that."

"I don't know, Kagome," Eri sang, "he doesn't do that for just anyone, you know."

"Please don't encourage him." Kagome sighed.

"Why not? You deserve better than your two-timing boyfriend. You deserve to be with someone like Hojo." Eri argued, pointing her spoon at her. "Someone who wants to be with you."

"That's—that's not fair. He's been really sweet lately, and it's not nice to lead Hojo on when I don't want to date him."

"But why not, Kagome?" Alumni asked. It was the first time she'd said anything the whole conversation. "Hojo is really sweet."

Then you date him.

"I'm just not looking for anything. Right now."

If Inuyasha found out that she was even considering dating someone like Hojo, he'd throw a fit, and at least Koga can dodge his punches. Hojo wouldn't stand a chance. Not to mention he'd never let her come back to school if he thought that she was being 'courted,' to use his words on the topic.

"Not right now, so later then," Yuka winked. "Gotta give the boy hope."

Kagome rubbed the bridge of her nose, reminding herself that they meant well and were just trying to be helpful and look after their friend, who hadn't gone on a date in, oh, never. And at the rate that Inuyasha was falling for her, she might as well buy eight cats and be prepared to yell at adolescents to get off her lawn.

She sighed as her friends talked about her love life as though she actually had one and not the tattered dreams of a school girl crushing on an impossibly dense hanyou from half a millennia in the past.

The rest of the day went without anything eventful happening, much to Kagome's relief, and she was quick to say goodbye to her friends who appeared to be stalling her departure for some unexplainable reason.

"Look, I really have to get home."

"Just stay and talk to us for another minute," Yuka whined, grabbing her wrist tightly, the edge of her finger pulling on one of the sutures.

Kagome's yelp made her let go.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"It's fine. I'm just going to go home. I'll see you later." Kagome gave a short wave and started back towards the train station. What she wouldn't give for a piggy back ride back to the shrine.

But, such is life.

She stood on the platform, waiting for the train, remembering the weird creeper on the ride to school. Shrugging it off and reminding herself of the unlikelihood of her running into him again, she shifted the weight of her bag in her hand. It was heavy from her books, but she didn't have another bag to carry the weight.

"You are pretty," said the man beside her. She took a step away, pushing her hair behind her ear. He looked every bit the generic businessman coming home from the office. Dark colored suit and a white button up with a loosened tie.

"Uh, thanks," she mumbled, putting more distance between herself and him.

"You are pretty," he repeated still staring at her.

"You said that," she replied, turning to face him completely. She glanced for a small crowd to create a buffer to separate them, but there wasn't one, just another man standing off against the wall.

The station was never this empty, and it wasn't an off-time for traveling, so it only compounded the concerns about what he wanted from her. Well, she had an idea of what it might be.

There were now several feet between the two of them, and she remained facing him.

When the train arrived, she'd make sure that they were on two different cars. Preferably separated by one each. She could hear people farther off talking, and she glanced over at the man against the wall, but he no longer stood there.

That was not comforting.

"She is pretty," the businessman said.

"Very pretty," came a voice behind her, and she spun, catching the sight of a lock of her hair slipping from between her fingers. The man from the wall now stood directly behind her, and she quickly took a step back so that she could face the both of them.

"What do you want?" She shouted. "If you come any closer, I swear, I'll scream."

Then, as if the flood gates had opened, people poured into the terminal, but the two men never stopped staring. She moved to stand near a mother and her two children, putting them between the two men, who still had not stopped staring at her.

The train arrived, billowing the air around everyone as it glided to a halt.

She boarded quickly, grabbing a spot next to the bar and the doors that would open next. She just wanted to be home.

She glanced around the car, seeing the two men on the opposite, still staring, but keeping their distance. Good, maybe her threat worked.

Once the doors opened, she would bolt, get up the stairs and out onto the street. It would be harder for them to follow, and Inuyasha was supposed to be waiting on her.

Plan set, she stared down the two men across the train car. The doors opened, some people shuffling as they entered and exited the car. She strained to see if they exited, but she lost sight of them in the mass of people. But once the doors closed, she no longer saw the two men, and a quick glance showed them no longer in the car with her. She let out a sigh and leaned back against the hand rail as the train began moving again.

So, plan no longer needed. That was fine.

She was completely A-OK with that.

God, if she came home in a panic, he would never let her go to school on her own again, especially after she made the big deal about how nothing bad was going to happen.

The train slowed at her stop, and she stepped out, eager to go home.

She climbed the stairs, holding tightly onto her bag, looking up towards the greeting sunlight.

Two familiar figures loomed at the top. She paused in her climb, staring.

How could they—

Someone knocked her shoulder, interrupting her growing panic.

She climbed the stairs, watching them watch her as every step brought her closer and closer to them. Their grins widened like she was the rabbit approaching the wolf's den.

"You are pretty," the businessman repeated.

"Very pretty," the other added.

She did the only thing that came to mind: she ran. She ran the opposite way she should have been going, but she wanted to put some space between her and them. They called after her, but she ignored them. She made it to an intersection that was counting down the last few seconds to cross a multi-lane road. She ran, even though there wasn't enough time to actually make it before the lane change, she wasn't willing to risk standing on the same side of the road as them. A few steps from the curb, she heard the sound of brakes slamming and a horn blaring, and a distinct thud. She spun once she landed on the opposite side, but there was no sign of the men behind her or anyone in the middle of the road at all. No accidents, no pedestrians, everything looked normal. She waited a moment before she started back towards the shrine.

She passed the train station, still on the opposite side of the road, but no sign of the men.

Deep down, she knew different, but she wanted to believe that she'd lost them in her haste to escape the station. Her steps were quicker than normal as she speed-walked her way down the sidewalk towards the shrine, pausing at another intersection to cross back onto the side she needed to be on.

She crossed the road, listening to the crosswalk beep and flash a countdown for pedestrians. She crossed calmly, the terror and adrenaline wearing off from before. Today had been a truly stressful day with lots of unanswered questions. She started up the stairs towards the shrine, pausing when the hair on the back of her neck raised.

She was halfway up the stairs when she turned to look back down at the street. The two men stood across the street, staring for just a second before walking across the street and towards the shrine, towards her. In a moment of panic, she ran the rest of the way up the stairs, tripping on the last one and landing harshly on her knees and hands. Scrambling back to a sitting position, she held her injured, and now throbbing, arm to her chest as she looked at the stairs, where now three men stood at the base of the stairs, staring up at her.

"Inuyasha!" He would come and scare away the men from earlier. But there was nothing. She glanced back behind her, saw no flashes of red and silver, and turned back to the men at the bottom of the stairs.

But no one stood at the bottom of the stairs. People passed by on the sidewalk, but none of them looked familiar.

Her hands were skinned, and her knees scraped; her arm throbbed painfully and she'd probably pulled a stitch or two in her fall. Great. Inuyasha was going to let her have it, for sure.

Speaking of said demon, where was he? After all the crap he gave her about leaving this morning, she thought he would at least be concerned enough to be here when she got home.

Glancing at her bleeding knees, maybe that was the best. She stood, grabbing her bag, wincing at her scraped knees and the pressure of her bag against the skinned flesh of her palms.

"Oww," she groaned and went inside to clean up and take a shower. After the train station, she wanted to wash everything off.

"Hello, dear," her mother cheered from the kitchen as she passed through.

"Hey Mom," she answered. "I'm going to take a bath. Can we change the bandage after?"

"Of course." Kagome nodded and headed upstairs.

She washed the day off her skin, hissing as her scrapes slid under the water.

Everything had been so weird and creepy today; she shuddered remembering her classmates and teacher openly gawking at her.

But no one had thought anything odd of it or even remembered it.

No one paid any attention to the two men on the train platform, and no one noticed her being chased. And at the bottom of the stairs, everyone ignored the, then, three men staring at it.

She frowned. It all sounded really weird.

Leaning her head back to rest against the tub, she sighed to herself. Her arm still throbbed, but she didn't want to take any of the pain meds if she didn't have to.

Her head snapped up to look at her still bandaged arm.

Pain killers always knocked her for a loop. Maybe this was just, you know, residual? It would explain why no one else was paying any attention to what she was seeing.

She groaned audibly, letting her head fall back against the tub.

This was a mess.

How was she supposed to trust her senses if they were lying to her?

She bathed, fretting over this recent realization before climbing out and dressing to go down for dinner and to have her bandage changed.

Inuyasha still hadn't shown by the time dinner started and by the time it was over. Once everything was cleaned, her mother began unwrapping her arm.

She tutted at the scraped skin and Kagome admitted to falling over the last step at the top of the shrine.

"What the fuck did you do?" Inuyasha shouted, slamming the door open. Kagome deadpanned as she turned towards him. He blanched at seeing her mother give him a disapproving look over her shoulder at his language. "Uh, sorry. I—uh—smelled blood at the steps and—" he glanced at Kagome and had the audacity to look to her for help.

"And what, Inuyasha?" Kagome asked.

"Just be mindful of your language in the future, alright?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered quietly, moving to stand beside her.

"Where have you been all day?"

"Demon crows took over a barn in the next town. Miroku insisted that I go help." He scoffed. "Took all fu—" a quick glance at her mother had him correcting himself, "Took all day to get rid of them all."

"Sounds like a lot of work. There's some leftovers from dinner if you would like them."

"Uh, thanks." He looked back at her, and Kagome gave him her most disarming smile she had available. He started for the fridge and paused, scowling back at her, clearly unimpressed at her attempt to change the topic of conversation.

Especially when her mother revealed her arm and that she'd popped a couple of stitches, and it was freshly bleeding.

"What did you do, Kagome?"

He stepped back into her space, staring intently at the wounded flesh of her forearm. She'd clenched her hand loosely to hide the scrapes, but that wasn't enough apparently because he grabbed her other hand, bringing up to examine.

The gig was up. She sighed, waiting for the explosion so she could just deal with it.

"You trip and fall?" He asked. She nodded as he looked at her other hand. He stepped back and let her mother work at cleaning the wound. He reached into his sleeve and put a small jar on the counter. "Kaede said that would help with, you know, healing."

"That was very nice of her," her mother added.

"How is everyone?" Kagome asked. He mumbled something under his breath. "What?"

"I said, they were worried," he stated, looking away from her.

"So I was right?" He glared at her but didn't deny the accusation.

"Ain't like I was wrong either," he said, motioning to her arm.

"You—" She yelped as her mother wiped antiseptic across the freshly opened part. She grimaced when the same cloth ran over the scrapes on her hand. "That hurts."

"Sorry, dear. But you know that these have to be cleaned."

She used the salve from Kaede and then wrapped it back up into bandages.

"Okay, you're all set."

"Thanks. I'm going to go work on my homework." She kissed her mother's cheek, and she took the stairs up to her room. Inuyasha followed her only a step behind. He was hovering again. But maybe that was okay. She sat down at her desk, and he took up his position at the foot of her bed, sprawling across the blankets.

She worked through her math homework, and then paused before switching to literature.

"Hey, Inuyasha?" He grunted his acknowledgment. "When you were sniffing the steps—"

"I wasn't sniffing the steps!"

"Did you smell anything else out there?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno, just something—not right."

"Kagome," she heard him shift on the bed. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to be sure."

"Sure of what?"

"Not sure."

"Kagome." Her name was spoken as a warning and she turned her chair towards him.

"Don't 'Kagome' me. I was just asking a question. Did you smell anything else?"

"No, nothing else."

Kagome turned back to her homework.

"So, what was I supposed to smell?" Inuyasha asked after a few minutes. He leaned his hip against her desk and she could feel him glowering at her, demanding an answer to his question. She looked up at him from her chair, staring into his golden eyes.

She turned back to her homework.

"Just like you said, nothing."

A/N: I hope you enjoy! Thanks to everyone who has sent me a review! I love each and every one!