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TU LO SAI (Ask Thy Heart)
April 27, 2004, Math, 8:34, Tuesday
A little note to self: I have thought about it and discovered that last night was just a dream. A terrible, but beautiful dream. I mean, when I walked into homeroom this morning - with my extremely cute outfit that had taken no less than one hour to concoct, I might add – I waved at him, just as I had practiced waving in front of the mirror. Not to small, not to big or preppy. Just a small little swish of the hand, like a 180 degree flex of my wrist. Conservative, shy, classy, and all around sexy in my opinion.
But apparently not his. He just ignored me, raising a single eyebrow delicately before going back to ignoring all the cheerleaders pressing their busts into his face. I. Felt. Squashed. Inu-Yasha = windshield, and Kagome = bug. SQUASH.
That's why it was just a dream. A terrible, but beautiful dream. Terrible because of the rain. Beautiful because of Inu-Yasha.
I was only half-angry, at him, though, for him completely and totally squashing and humiliating me when I'd tried to be civil. Ok, maybe three fourths angry. But still. I mean, really, he's a super-hot model-boy jock. He's probably just playing the ice-king to cover up that extremely soft interior of his because he's afraid of being hurt again. Or maybe not, I thought, watching him smirk as he kissed a random fangirl on the cheek before shoving her roughly out of the way. Maybe he really is the ice-king. Brr.
But then why had he been so nice the other day? WHY? I just...don't get it. At all. But hey, what's new?
April 28, 2004, Math again, 7:56, Wednesday
This lesson is SO boring. Mr. Dull is going over the same subject for the third time in a row. I think his memory's failing him, I really, really do. I mean, he'll ask the same questions a zillion times in a row, and once he even gave us the same test twice. Of course no one told him about his mistake......I mean, in the end, all of us got A's on the second test. We all are really smart, just not in math.
Maybe I should give the old man a clue. I mean, he's really funny and all that, but, as geeky as this may seem, I actually want to LEARN. My Gramps doesn't pay twelve thousand a year to have me learn the same lessons over and over again, and all we can do during this fifty minute period is draw, talk, and make paper airplanes that don't even fly. A total rip off of time, money, and paper.
I really do feel sorry for Mr. Dull, though, truly. It would be nice if I could write the principle an anonymous note suggesting letting the guy retire. He deserves it, after all the years he's put into this school.
Ooooh......If staring at Inu-Yasha was a sport, I'd win the gold. Every time I just finish a sentence I'll look up to stare at him for, like, five minutes before continuing my writing. I mean, Inu-Yasha is so hot, and yet, somehow, cute. I mean, I never noticed it before, but he really does seem nice to those closest to him. Maybe that's why he's so popular. Or maybe it's just because he's hot. And has a killer car. Or maybe he's just faking it.
I mean, he IS the Ice King, after all. Who drove me home last night and talked to me somewhat civilly.... But that was a dream, remember, a DREAM! I will NOT get all melty whenever I see him. Guys HATE that. Says Souta. And besides, maybe I'm just getting worked up over nothing. I mean, if I'd seen a classmate standing drenched on the sidewalk, I would have pulled over, too. Inu-Yasha's not a sadist, but he isn't exactly nice, either.
Yeah. That's it. That makes sense, FINALLY.
OH MY GOSH. He just looked at me. Ok, I'm gonna smile back. Here I go. Yup. On the count of three......THREE!
......
How embarrassing. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at some cheerleader behind me. When I smiled at him, he just got this really puzzled and slightly – as much as I am ashamed to admit it – disgusted look on his face, before moving his gaze over to the blonde directly behind me, who was sending him air kisses. Ew. How gross of her to do that to MY man.
Well, I guess that's what I get for liking the class stud.
"Hey, Kagome," Miroku whispered beside me. I'd been doodling hearts at the top of the page absentmindedly when he continued, "I need advice."
Two words : oh no. Whenever Miroku needs advice, it's usually on how to seduce a woman, as in Sango. It's always Sango, and it always feels just plain wrong to give advice on how to seduce my own friend. "Kag! Please! This is serious!" Isn't it always? "Can't you write later?" No.
OK, yes. He knows far too well how I simply cannot resist the puppy-dog face. And he does it so. damn. well!
sigh Ja ne! I'll write later today, if anything interesting happens. And hopefully, this time, it won't be getting stuck out in the rain after school without a bra or a jacket. Although, really, that wasn't so bad. Even though Inu-Yasha must have seen a little more than he'd wanted to. But TOO BAD.
April 28, 2004, cafeteria, 11:55, Wednesday
That's weird. I keep hearing my name at the other table. The cool- guy-table. The one table in this whole cafeteria that Inu-Yasha ever sits at, much to the annoyance of those preppy sluts who whimper and slobber all over him 24/7. The legendary table that hosts THE select four – Inu-Yasha, of course, Kouga and Naruko (his friendly enemies......don't ask), and the oh- so-cute Shippo. So why on EARTH would they be talking about ME?
I bet they're gossiping. Not, like, girly, giggly gossiping, but gossiping all the same. At any moment they'll be looking over at me and laughing, imitating the way I puff up my cheeks when I'm thinking hard, or the way I unattractively suck on my lower lip until I look like a beaver when I'm nervous.
Why, oh why must I constantly crush on the guy who makes fun of me most? I should just give in and date Hojo, who's been asking me for two days, now. I wonder how long he's liked me...... I know I never really thought of him in that way before (I'd seriously thought he was gay), but I'm sure I could learn to like him...... I mean, he's nice, somewhat well-known, and, even if his hair is constantly greased back, it's a nice color......I think. It's just so shiny that I feel like I'm looking into a mirror whenever I see him. But hey, then when I'm dating him I can always check to see if my hair's messed up or something......Oh, never mind. He's nice, and that's it. And funny, but I don't think he means to be......
I'm a drama queen living in a tragic world.
Oh great, now Inu-Yasha just looked at me. Correction, at the random girl sitting behind me. And this time I am SO not smiling back. But, looking across the table I can only see Miroku. Why would Inu......
Oh no. NOT a good sign. Is my beautiful Inu-Yasha GAY?!?! AACK! THE HORROR! Then I wouldn't have ANY chance at EVER dating him!!
Well, it's not like I already do or anything but whatever.
Now the cool stud table is laughing and all like they really are talking about me. I might look suspicious, but if I glance back, again......Yup. They are DEFINITELY talking about me, but for once, I think I may like the way their conversation is going.
Not that I can hear them or anything, this cafeteria is so echoic that a bat would get lost here, but they're making huge, out of proportion gestures like bad actors. These gestures? The puffing of the cheeks, meaning me, and then random kissing noises as they are jostling a very sour looking Inu-Yasha. Are they talking about him and I dating!?!?!
If only it were possible. Too bad they're teasing him, using ME as bait - probably trying to match him up with the worst possible girl they can think of just to annoy and disgust him.
OK. Now I feel bad. I feel even worse than when the lady tried to kill me and feed my blood to the vampires.
Well. Since my crush betrayed me, I guess I shall now be forced to betray him, too, even though he doesn't really truly like me in the first place, but that's beside the point.
His punishment? I shall stop liking him, which I can and will do. All I have to do is think of all the bad things he's ever done to me and others, and ignore all the good things about him. In fact, I think I'll make a list, even though I strongly dislike making lists. But whenever I start to obsess over him again, I can just flip to this page and read over every single one of his bad qualities and start to hate him like I should.
Why Inu-Yasha is Unworthy My Love
By Kagome Higurashi
1) He hates cats 2) He gossips about me 3) He is exclusive 4) He is cruel to his older brother (who's a sexy supermodel, by the way!!) 5) He plays pranks on the teachers 6) He thinks that he is above school (even though it is, he like aces almost every subject, the geek) 7) He is a geek 8) He is loved by everyone for no apparent and legitimate reason 9) He told a nice girl (Kikyo) that he hated her in front of the whole class 10) He tried to beat up Naruko (who deserved it, he'd brought a pocket knife to school.......ooooo, freakyyyyyyy) the very next day
And even though most of these things are just rumors, all rumors have some sort of basis of truth that simply can't be ignored.
April 28, 2004, in mom's car, 3:15, Wednesday
OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!
You will not BELIEVE what just happened today. Inu-Yasha ASKED ME OUT! I had just put away this diary, totally and completely hating him with every fiber of my being (NOT) when he suddenly gets up from his awesomely cool stud table and walks over to stand beside me. It didn't matter at that moment that his expression was of pure and total annoyance, or that he kept shooting disgusted glances back at his friends, only that he was standing over me. Everyone at the table suddenly got extremely silent, except for Sango and Miroku, who live in their own little world. Together, they're probably as loud as half the student body put together, and then some.
Anyway, he just stands there as I'm pulling out my sandwich for a second, looking all uncomfortable and out of place until I look up at him, a stupid blush all over my face. All I kept thinking was, 'He's so hot, he's so hot, he's so hot, and he's standing at MY table!!!' We just posed like that for oh, I don't know, an ETERNITY, until he finally decided to break the ice and casually sit on the edge of the table, trying unsuccessfully to make himself feel at home. I thought he looked a little more constipated than at home, but he was still hot. VERY hot.
I smiled, trying to act natural, not focusing my complete and total attention on him, and yet listening politely. Only on the outside, of course. Inwardly I was jumping up and down, nervous little butterflies crowding my stomach and jamming up my throat.
"So......" He said, nodding his head for no apparent reason. I just smiled up at him like an idiot, gazing into his golden brown eyes, forgetting completely about the list I'd just made. Flew right over of my head, it did, just like I wished the butterflies would. "So......You know, I was just wondering if you'd like to, I dunno, catch some sort of movie with me or something......."
Maybe this wasn't the most romantic invitation for a first date, but I was just dying to jump up and scream YES, even if that would definitely buy me a one-way ticket to GeeksVille. Oh, but I didn't need to worry about that. Oh no, what I did was much, much worse.
I rejected him. I SAID NO!
And not politely, either. Nope. Not at all. I didn't say something like, "that's so kind Inu-Yasha, but I don't think it would work," or even something witty like.......like....... Ok, so I can't think of anything witty at the moment, but what matters is not what I didn't do, but what I did do – jump up and yell "NO," at the top of my lungs like some sort of agitated freak. I swear, the whole cafeteria went silent. Or maybe I was just deafened by my own stupid scream. Even Miroku and Sango shut up for once to stare at me.
I couldn't believe it! I'd just randomly said – well, screamed, actually - 'no' to the most popular guy in school who I've been crushing on ever since we first 'met,' and, here's the weird part, I meant it. There'd been no mistake, I'd said 'no,' and I'd meant 'no.'
HOW DARE I DISS MY MAN?!?! Once again, I am not a geek. Well, actually, I am now, since I just rejected INU-YASHA, OF ALL PEOPLE. I am officially, without a doubt, the Queen of the Geeks AND the Nerds. HOW will I EVER show my face at school, again?
But thinking back on it, why would I say yes? I don't even know him, he makes fun of me, and this was obviously some kind of joke or dare, so why agree to play the fool and date the joker? Hey, now THAT sounded cool. But seriously, I want absolutely NO problems on my first date with a guy...... not that I've ever dated any girls much less plan to, but you know what I mean......I hope.
Anyway, we're all just sitting there drowning in an awkward silence caused by my completely rude and abrupt 'NO,' (this event will probably wind up on my gravestone, I swear – it'll read, "Kagome Higurashi, the Girl Who Said No"), when I start blushing again. I couldn't work my mouth. I just stood there, staring at him, at a complete and total loss for words.
I don't know how it happened, but somehow I survived. No one outright laughed or pointed as I had suspected, but there were a few snickers. Inu- Yasha, who I could barely see by now through a haze of embarrassed and muddled feelings, flushed an angry red. And this guy, he is SO not hot when he's angry. He's just scary.
And when I get scared, I get mad, and when I get mad, people get hurt.
Not by me, of course, but by some mysterious twist of fate that always seems to cause the person who bares the brunt of my rage to fall, hit their head, or spill coffee down their pants. Call me superstitious, but once, when I was only, like, twelve, I got sooooooo pissed at my brother for lying to me that I wished he'd just fall down the steps or something (I admit it, I'm kind of evil sometimes), and guess what? He did. And he didn't stop until the very bottom, where he got hit by the door as my father walked through .
Of course I was blamed. Souta told my parents this horridly gruesome tale of how he'd seen me coming for him, but he didn't think that I would actually do anything to him, despite my black mail and threats (what black mail and threats, I ask you, GIVE ME PROOF!!!) and about how my sickening smile nearly froze him in fear and so on, so on, blah, blah, blah, blah, and then I pushed him down the stairway, wicked laughter following him down as he fell to his doom.
Mom knew it was total shit and just laughed, but dad grounded me for a month just for in case. A MONTH. FOR PRECAUTION PURPOSES. HOW DARE HE!?!?! Well, after my punishment was determined, he fell flat on his face, accidentally bringing Souta down with him. HA! TAKE THAT, SUCKERS!
Oh geez, I was talking about my complete humiliation that took place, today. How could I get so sidetracked? So anyway, as Inu-Yasha just makes some sort of short, throaty grunt in surprise AND humiliation AND anger (who can blame, though - a geeky nerd had just turned him down in front of the whole school - I mean, even I would be humiliated), looking all angry, when I decided to test my luck. I wished hard that he would just, like stub his toe......
But he didn't. I think. As I said, I wasn't really feeling right or paying attention to what I should have been paying attention to. Maybe I really wasn't that mad, or maybe my psychic powers are no more magical than a light bulb.
I just hope I won't regret what I did – say no to him, that is.
And SPECIAL thanks to fox143...I'm so sniff flattered! Thank you! And Kawaii Youkai Miko, really – thank you! I'm, well, thank you.'
TU LO SAI (Ask Thy Heart)
April 27, 2004, Math, 8:34, Tuesday
A little note to self: I have thought about it and discovered that last night was just a dream. A terrible, but beautiful dream. I mean, when I walked into homeroom this morning - with my extremely cute outfit that had taken no less than one hour to concoct, I might add – I waved at him, just as I had practiced waving in front of the mirror. Not to small, not to big or preppy. Just a small little swish of the hand, like a 180 degree flex of my wrist. Conservative, shy, classy, and all around sexy in my opinion.
But apparently not his. He just ignored me, raising a single eyebrow delicately before going back to ignoring all the cheerleaders pressing their busts into his face. I. Felt. Squashed. Inu-Yasha = windshield, and Kagome = bug. SQUASH.
That's why it was just a dream. A terrible, but beautiful dream. Terrible because of the rain. Beautiful because of Inu-Yasha.
I was only half-angry, at him, though, for him completely and totally squashing and humiliating me when I'd tried to be civil. Ok, maybe three fourths angry. But still. I mean, really, he's a super-hot model-boy jock. He's probably just playing the ice-king to cover up that extremely soft interior of his because he's afraid of being hurt again. Or maybe not, I thought, watching him smirk as he kissed a random fangirl on the cheek before shoving her roughly out of the way. Maybe he really is the ice-king. Brr.
But then why had he been so nice the other day? WHY? I just...don't get it. At all. But hey, what's new?
April 28, 2004, Math again, 7:56, Wednesday
This lesson is SO boring. Mr. Dull is going over the same subject for the third time in a row. I think his memory's failing him, I really, really do. I mean, he'll ask the same questions a zillion times in a row, and once he even gave us the same test twice. Of course no one told him about his mistake......I mean, in the end, all of us got A's on the second test. We all are really smart, just not in math.
Maybe I should give the old man a clue. I mean, he's really funny and all that, but, as geeky as this may seem, I actually want to LEARN. My Gramps doesn't pay twelve thousand a year to have me learn the same lessons over and over again, and all we can do during this fifty minute period is draw, talk, and make paper airplanes that don't even fly. A total rip off of time, money, and paper.
I really do feel sorry for Mr. Dull, though, truly. It would be nice if I could write the principle an anonymous note suggesting letting the guy retire. He deserves it, after all the years he's put into this school.
Ooooh......If staring at Inu-Yasha was a sport, I'd win the gold. Every time I just finish a sentence I'll look up to stare at him for, like, five minutes before continuing my writing. I mean, Inu-Yasha is so hot, and yet, somehow, cute. I mean, I never noticed it before, but he really does seem nice to those closest to him. Maybe that's why he's so popular. Or maybe it's just because he's hot. And has a killer car. Or maybe he's just faking it.
I mean, he IS the Ice King, after all. Who drove me home last night and talked to me somewhat civilly.... But that was a dream, remember, a DREAM! I will NOT get all melty whenever I see him. Guys HATE that. Says Souta. And besides, maybe I'm just getting worked up over nothing. I mean, if I'd seen a classmate standing drenched on the sidewalk, I would have pulled over, too. Inu-Yasha's not a sadist, but he isn't exactly nice, either.
Yeah. That's it. That makes sense, FINALLY.
OH MY GOSH. He just looked at me. Ok, I'm gonna smile back. Here I go. Yup. On the count of three......THREE!
......
How embarrassing. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at some cheerleader behind me. When I smiled at him, he just got this really puzzled and slightly – as much as I am ashamed to admit it – disgusted look on his face, before moving his gaze over to the blonde directly behind me, who was sending him air kisses. Ew. How gross of her to do that to MY man.
Well, I guess that's what I get for liking the class stud.
"Hey, Kagome," Miroku whispered beside me. I'd been doodling hearts at the top of the page absentmindedly when he continued, "I need advice."
Two words : oh no. Whenever Miroku needs advice, it's usually on how to seduce a woman, as in Sango. It's always Sango, and it always feels just plain wrong to give advice on how to seduce my own friend. "Kag! Please! This is serious!" Isn't it always? "Can't you write later?" No.
OK, yes. He knows far too well how I simply cannot resist the puppy-dog face. And he does it so. damn. well!
sigh Ja ne! I'll write later today, if anything interesting happens. And hopefully, this time, it won't be getting stuck out in the rain after school without a bra or a jacket. Although, really, that wasn't so bad. Even though Inu-Yasha must have seen a little more than he'd wanted to. But TOO BAD.
April 28, 2004, cafeteria, 11:55, Wednesday
That's weird. I keep hearing my name at the other table. The cool- guy-table. The one table in this whole cafeteria that Inu-Yasha ever sits at, much to the annoyance of those preppy sluts who whimper and slobber all over him 24/7. The legendary table that hosts THE select four – Inu-Yasha, of course, Kouga and Naruko (his friendly enemies......don't ask), and the oh- so-cute Shippo. So why on EARTH would they be talking about ME?
I bet they're gossiping. Not, like, girly, giggly gossiping, but gossiping all the same. At any moment they'll be looking over at me and laughing, imitating the way I puff up my cheeks when I'm thinking hard, or the way I unattractively suck on my lower lip until I look like a beaver when I'm nervous.
Why, oh why must I constantly crush on the guy who makes fun of me most? I should just give in and date Hojo, who's been asking me for two days, now. I wonder how long he's liked me...... I know I never really thought of him in that way before (I'd seriously thought he was gay), but I'm sure I could learn to like him...... I mean, he's nice, somewhat well-known, and, even if his hair is constantly greased back, it's a nice color......I think. It's just so shiny that I feel like I'm looking into a mirror whenever I see him. But hey, then when I'm dating him I can always check to see if my hair's messed up or something......Oh, never mind. He's nice, and that's it. And funny, but I don't think he means to be......
I'm a drama queen living in a tragic world.
Oh great, now Inu-Yasha just looked at me. Correction, at the random girl sitting behind me. And this time I am SO not smiling back. But, looking across the table I can only see Miroku. Why would Inu......
Oh no. NOT a good sign. Is my beautiful Inu-Yasha GAY?!?! AACK! THE HORROR! Then I wouldn't have ANY chance at EVER dating him!!
Well, it's not like I already do or anything but whatever.
Now the cool stud table is laughing and all like they really are talking about me. I might look suspicious, but if I glance back, again......Yup. They are DEFINITELY talking about me, but for once, I think I may like the way their conversation is going.
Not that I can hear them or anything, this cafeteria is so echoic that a bat would get lost here, but they're making huge, out of proportion gestures like bad actors. These gestures? The puffing of the cheeks, meaning me, and then random kissing noises as they are jostling a very sour looking Inu-Yasha. Are they talking about him and I dating!?!?!
If only it were possible. Too bad they're teasing him, using ME as bait - probably trying to match him up with the worst possible girl they can think of just to annoy and disgust him.
OK. Now I feel bad. I feel even worse than when the lady tried to kill me and feed my blood to the vampires.
Well. Since my crush betrayed me, I guess I shall now be forced to betray him, too, even though he doesn't really truly like me in the first place, but that's beside the point.
His punishment? I shall stop liking him, which I can and will do. All I have to do is think of all the bad things he's ever done to me and others, and ignore all the good things about him. In fact, I think I'll make a list, even though I strongly dislike making lists. But whenever I start to obsess over him again, I can just flip to this page and read over every single one of his bad qualities and start to hate him like I should.
Why Inu-Yasha is Unworthy My Love
By Kagome Higurashi
1) He hates cats 2) He gossips about me 3) He is exclusive 4) He is cruel to his older brother (who's a sexy supermodel, by the way!!) 5) He plays pranks on the teachers 6) He thinks that he is above school (even though it is, he like aces almost every subject, the geek) 7) He is a geek 8) He is loved by everyone for no apparent and legitimate reason 9) He told a nice girl (Kikyo) that he hated her in front of the whole class 10) He tried to beat up Naruko (who deserved it, he'd brought a pocket knife to school.......ooooo, freakyyyyyyy) the very next day
And even though most of these things are just rumors, all rumors have some sort of basis of truth that simply can't be ignored.
April 28, 2004, in mom's car, 3:15, Wednesday
OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!
You will not BELIEVE what just happened today. Inu-Yasha ASKED ME OUT! I had just put away this diary, totally and completely hating him with every fiber of my being (NOT) when he suddenly gets up from his awesomely cool stud table and walks over to stand beside me. It didn't matter at that moment that his expression was of pure and total annoyance, or that he kept shooting disgusted glances back at his friends, only that he was standing over me. Everyone at the table suddenly got extremely silent, except for Sango and Miroku, who live in their own little world. Together, they're probably as loud as half the student body put together, and then some.
Anyway, he just stands there as I'm pulling out my sandwich for a second, looking all uncomfortable and out of place until I look up at him, a stupid blush all over my face. All I kept thinking was, 'He's so hot, he's so hot, he's so hot, and he's standing at MY table!!!' We just posed like that for oh, I don't know, an ETERNITY, until he finally decided to break the ice and casually sit on the edge of the table, trying unsuccessfully to make himself feel at home. I thought he looked a little more constipated than at home, but he was still hot. VERY hot.
I smiled, trying to act natural, not focusing my complete and total attention on him, and yet listening politely. Only on the outside, of course. Inwardly I was jumping up and down, nervous little butterflies crowding my stomach and jamming up my throat.
"So......" He said, nodding his head for no apparent reason. I just smiled up at him like an idiot, gazing into his golden brown eyes, forgetting completely about the list I'd just made. Flew right over of my head, it did, just like I wished the butterflies would. "So......You know, I was just wondering if you'd like to, I dunno, catch some sort of movie with me or something......."
Maybe this wasn't the most romantic invitation for a first date, but I was just dying to jump up and scream YES, even if that would definitely buy me a one-way ticket to GeeksVille. Oh, but I didn't need to worry about that. Oh no, what I did was much, much worse.
I rejected him. I SAID NO!
And not politely, either. Nope. Not at all. I didn't say something like, "that's so kind Inu-Yasha, but I don't think it would work," or even something witty like.......like....... Ok, so I can't think of anything witty at the moment, but what matters is not what I didn't do, but what I did do – jump up and yell "NO," at the top of my lungs like some sort of agitated freak. I swear, the whole cafeteria went silent. Or maybe I was just deafened by my own stupid scream. Even Miroku and Sango shut up for once to stare at me.
I couldn't believe it! I'd just randomly said – well, screamed, actually - 'no' to the most popular guy in school who I've been crushing on ever since we first 'met,' and, here's the weird part, I meant it. There'd been no mistake, I'd said 'no,' and I'd meant 'no.'
HOW DARE I DISS MY MAN?!?! Once again, I am not a geek. Well, actually, I am now, since I just rejected INU-YASHA, OF ALL PEOPLE. I am officially, without a doubt, the Queen of the Geeks AND the Nerds. HOW will I EVER show my face at school, again?
But thinking back on it, why would I say yes? I don't even know him, he makes fun of me, and this was obviously some kind of joke or dare, so why agree to play the fool and date the joker? Hey, now THAT sounded cool. But seriously, I want absolutely NO problems on my first date with a guy...... not that I've ever dated any girls much less plan to, but you know what I mean......I hope.
Anyway, we're all just sitting there drowning in an awkward silence caused by my completely rude and abrupt 'NO,' (this event will probably wind up on my gravestone, I swear – it'll read, "Kagome Higurashi, the Girl Who Said No"), when I start blushing again. I couldn't work my mouth. I just stood there, staring at him, at a complete and total loss for words.
I don't know how it happened, but somehow I survived. No one outright laughed or pointed as I had suspected, but there were a few snickers. Inu- Yasha, who I could barely see by now through a haze of embarrassed and muddled feelings, flushed an angry red. And this guy, he is SO not hot when he's angry. He's just scary.
And when I get scared, I get mad, and when I get mad, people get hurt.
Not by me, of course, but by some mysterious twist of fate that always seems to cause the person who bares the brunt of my rage to fall, hit their head, or spill coffee down their pants. Call me superstitious, but once, when I was only, like, twelve, I got sooooooo pissed at my brother for lying to me that I wished he'd just fall down the steps or something (I admit it, I'm kind of evil sometimes), and guess what? He did. And he didn't stop until the very bottom, where he got hit by the door as my father walked through .
Of course I was blamed. Souta told my parents this horridly gruesome tale of how he'd seen me coming for him, but he didn't think that I would actually do anything to him, despite my black mail and threats (what black mail and threats, I ask you, GIVE ME PROOF!!!) and about how my sickening smile nearly froze him in fear and so on, so on, blah, blah, blah, blah, and then I pushed him down the stairway, wicked laughter following him down as he fell to his doom.
Mom knew it was total shit and just laughed, but dad grounded me for a month just for in case. A MONTH. FOR PRECAUTION PURPOSES. HOW DARE HE!?!?! Well, after my punishment was determined, he fell flat on his face, accidentally bringing Souta down with him. HA! TAKE THAT, SUCKERS!
Oh geez, I was talking about my complete humiliation that took place, today. How could I get so sidetracked? So anyway, as Inu-Yasha just makes some sort of short, throaty grunt in surprise AND humiliation AND anger (who can blame, though - a geeky nerd had just turned him down in front of the whole school - I mean, even I would be humiliated), looking all angry, when I decided to test my luck. I wished hard that he would just, like stub his toe......
But he didn't. I think. As I said, I wasn't really feeling right or paying attention to what I should have been paying attention to. Maybe I really wasn't that mad, or maybe my psychic powers are no more magical than a light bulb.
I just hope I won't regret what I did – say no to him, that is.