Kag's POV

Alright I know that crying on someone's shouldar is a dumb thing to do! Especially who i've done it to. My ex best friend and a guy who is popluar and nothing really matters to him. Only the down fall of others.

I totally realise my mistakebut, You know...for some strange reason ,It felt good to actually cry on someone. I guess cause when I cry I cry on a text book or under a tree or on my pillow. Never really on someone. Well anyway, It doesn't matter. No one really understands me.

I can see faces stareing at me as I cry. It's natural but , Today..they all see me in a different postion crying and I sence that there laughing in there heads. A surge goes threw me as I cry. It's not of sadness..it's of anger.

I sence my instincts kicking in and i'm finding it hard to control. I'm spiraling out of control in a wave of depressiong and anger.

I'm not fully aware that there is hands around me and the smell of demon reeking off of the person i'm crying on. My hands are balling in fists and I can feel the nails penitrating threw my skin.

Yes...yes it does hurt like an unimaginable pain but the anger continues to rise and I feel it less and less.The one thing that keeps me in reality is the hands on my back and waist trying to calm my down. I'm sorry little Inuyasha but my rage is getting the best of me even though your trying to help.

Out of my rage I hear my voice yelling 'YOU ONLY WANT TO GET IN MY PANTS.' The warmth that was helping my body calm down is now gone. My insticts are half way and i'm starting to lose myself.

I fade in and out of knowing what I am doing. The good thing I know is i'm headed home..home where i can trash it again and help myself calm down. Home is the only place safe for me.

Sango's POV




It's hard to wipe clean the memory of an old friend needing your help. I've known her all my life and only now do I really see that she needs me.

I've been so selfish over the past monthes and can't really believe that I gave someone up for a boy. That boy got between us. It pain's me to even know this... The question why keeps poping up in my head and I can't control that.

Every so offten I find my eyes wandering over to the seat that she usually sit's in but for some reason, Acouple days after the insedent she hasn't been to school. I guess she calming down. Everybody seems to be all up tight about what happened and call it 'he thing' and I find myself being asked so many questions about her and what not.

They consider my popluar but...what is popular exactally?

Inuyasha's POV

'The Thing' Has happened so long ago i've put it out of my mind now. No more having to deal with it. Sure I've been asked embaressing questions like 'Are you sleeping with her? ' 'You have a relationship with her? ' ' Are you only trying to get in to her pants? '

The answer to all your dumb and sickening questions is no! Why can't you people mind your own damn buisness.

You all run to me because i'm popluar but you know what, I am not popluar. Just because I know how to handel a damn sword and am great at all your stupid sports is because I ACTUALLY PRACTICE! And besides the point, Popular is popular. It's not even there!It's all in your stupid minds! Just leave me to my life.

I guess they got the message after I beet the shit out of a kid who asked me a question because, no one asked me another question.

Yeah, My life was back to normal.

Kikyou was trying to impress me. Girl your waisting your time.

Everybody was gossiping about this and that. Isn't gossip for losers?

I kept getting slapped ont he back by Miroku but, he get's his when Sango catches him flurting with other woman.

The bell sounds and no one moves.

Yep..life is normal....except for one thing. I can't get that smell of that girl when she was crying.

It was a strong sent of a demon or a cat or something...it was like a mixture between all things good and all things evil.

I must be insane right!