Okay, here we go with chapter two.

You know, I still haven't gotten any reviews yet. (hint) (hint)

I'm going to introduce Miroku first, and then save Inuyasha and Kagome's meeting for the big finish.

Don't you just love love?

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter #2

Okay, this was it.

The moment of truth.

Nervously, Kagome and Sango looked at their class schedules, and then back up at each other.

"Well Sango?"

The girl sighed, and pushed a clump of brown hair away from her eyes. "French, math, science, English, lunch, gym, computers, study hall, history, and health. In that order. So what classes do we have together?"

Kagome sighed. "Just study hall and history. Doesn't seem like much, huh?"

Sango grimaced, and then put on her brave face. "Not to worry Kagome! We'll do fine. Two classes and lunch. Now that's not bad." She smiled sweetly. "We might even meet some new people. Maybe even cheerleaders."

Kagome made gagging motions.

"My thoughts exactly. I'll see you second period, 'kay?"

"Fine." Kagome smiled. "Bye!"

Watching Sango go off, Kagome sighed.

This school was big.

Really big.

Straitening both her books and her uniform, Kagome started down the hall on her way to her first class.

A class that had been, since the beginning of time, created solely to torture and humiliate kids.

Gym.

First Period

Sango looked around the classroom.

As French classrooms went, this one didn't look entirely evil.

But looks could be deceiving.

"My, what a belle fille," a voice greeted her. A voice belonging to, in Sango's opinion, a total hottie. Purple eyes and black hair. "Bonjour. My name's Miroku. Do you mind sharing yours?"

"I'm Sango."

This really isn't all that bad for a first day, Sango mused. Being complimented by a boy in a foreign language. That'll be something to tell Kagome.

That was when her thoughts were interrupted by a hand.

A hand in an inappropriate place.

A hand in an inappropriate place belonging to Miroku.

Who was just standing there.

Smiling.

"Pervert!"

SLAP!

Sango glared at the boy, and stalked over to an empty seat.

Miroku rubbed his cheek, and grinned goofily.

"Bravo! What a great arm!"

Gym

Kagome looked down at her gym uniform and frowned.

Gym uniforms never looked good.

"Hey," a pretty girl tapped her shoulder. "You're, like, one of the new girls, right?"

Kagome nodded, and took a step back.

A cheerleader.

This girl reeked of pom-poms and make up.

"That's, like, pretty cool. I'm Kikyo."

"Kagome." She put on a friendly smile, and tried to back away from the girl.

You could never trust cheerleaders and all their perky-ness.

"Do you mind if I, like, give you some advice?" Kikyo smiled at Kagome's shrug. "Well, there are some people you, like, would just be better off not, like, talking to. Ya know what I mean?"

"Uh...no?"

Kikyo rolled her eyes. "Look, first of all there are some things you should know." All of a sudden the girl dropped her friendly look. "Never attempt talking to me in, like, public."

"Um, that's really no problem."

"Second of all, don't even think about sitting near me and my friends."

"Actually, the correct grammatical sentence would be: 'Don't even think about sitting near my friends and me'—"

"Third of all," Kikyo's eyes narrowed, "stay away from my boyfriend."

"Uh...yeah. Well, I guess I'd better, uh, be going! Nice to meet ya!" Sprinting out of the locker room, Kagome left the grouchy Kikyo in her dust.

Sighing in relief, Kagome looked around for friendly faces.

No luck.

"Okay, listen up!" The coach yelled. "Today we're starting softball. Listen for your partner's name, grab some gloves and a ball, and start practicing your throwing."

Looking at her clipboard, she started reading off names.

Kagome watched hopefully.

Please, please let me get someone nice...

"Kagome and Inuyasha!"

Looking over her shoulder, Kagome saw her partner.

Tall, silver hair, and gold eyes...wow.

That was all that could be said.

Wow.

It must be admitted that Kagome gawked a bit.

But really, who could blame her? The guy was gorgeous.

And it wasn't like he wasn't looking at her.

Sweeping those golden eyes from her feet to her face—yes, this got a blush out of the girl—he gave her an amused smirk.

Putting his hand on her shoulder, he lead her over to the pile of softball equipment.

"So, you're the new kid from, what, Chicago?" He tossed her the ball, and grinned mischievously.

That was when Kagome realized him for what he truly was.

A jock.

"Yeah," she snapped. "Chicago. Looks like you've heard of it." Then she hurled the ball at his face.

"Looks like it," he agreed, casually catching the ball. "Big city girl, huh? New York anything impressive?"

Drawing back his arm, Inuyasha threw another perfect pitch.

Kagome glowered.

Jocks.

"I lived in the suburbs." Glowering angrily, she continued trying to make small talk. Plus, she had a question. "Are you a jock?"

It was obvious he was, but she might as well check.

Maybe he was just a self-centered bastard.

It could happen.

Inuyasha looked mildly surprised. "Yeah."

Ha! Knew it.

"So what is it?" Kagome glared at him.

He looked back at her, completely confused. "Huh?"

"Sport of choice."

"Oh." He shrugged. "Mostly soccer. Some basketball. A little hockey. Why?" He regarded her curiously.

Inuyasha fingered the ball gently before throwing it over to Kagome.

Catching it clumsily, she glared.

"Jocks."

She snorted, and threw the ball.

Hard.

"You're all the same."

An enlightened expression crossed his face. "Ooooh. You have a thing against jocks, eh?" Inuyahsa gave her an irresistibly innocent look. "You wound me. Are you an artist?"

"No."

"Poet?"

"No."

"Writer?"

"No."

"Oh." He nodded and grinned playfully. "You're an actress."

Kagome gritted her teeth. "I'm all of the above."

He grinned. "An art-sy person! Ha! Knew it!"

What familiar words, she thought in annoyance.

"Bastard."

A look of surprise crossed his features. Then he scowled.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Wench."

"Jock."

"Freak."

"Mindless clone."

"Little—"

They were interrupted by the sound of the school bell.

In unison, they turned their backs on each other, stomped to their separate locker rooms, and growled their way to second period.

Kagome sat at her desk and ignored everyone.

Doodling absentmindedly, she thought sarcastically, The perfect start to the perfect day. I should've stayed in Chicago.

When she glanced down at what she'd written, she had to grin.

Inuyasha, I swear to hunt you down! I vow on this geometry text to make your life as miserable as possible. From this day forth you shall tremble at the mention of my name. Inuyasha, I WILL GET YOU! Bwhahahaha!

Kagome sighed.

Poetry could be so fulfilling.

That wasn't too bad, if I do say so myself.

In the next chapter Kagome and Sango will get together to share their little learning experiences, and Kikyo will once again make an appearance.

Major Kikyo-bashing ahead, so don't say I didn't warn you!

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