Summer Haze
Finally Free


The air conditioning was broken, the windows were opened as wide as they could go, and many of the students had rid themselves of their unneeded clothing. Many boys were allowed to strip off their shirts, revealing all that they had to show off for. All girls tied up their hair, trying to prevent it all from sticking to their skin. They all were simply dying inside their classrooms.

In room 514, a certain student was busy focusing all her attention on the slow-moving hands of the clock sitting on the wall opposite of her. Her hazel eyes lazily stared at the large hand, waiting for it to finish its full rotation. Her long raven hair was tied up into a lazy bun at the top of her head, stray pieces jutting out everywhere. Her pink skirt stuck to her legs and her white tank top was almost apart of her. The lesson had been forgotten, even if it was only to remind many of the students about the upcoming year of college and university for many.

Her eyes fell closed, ready just to allow herself to fall into the wave of drowsiness. But she was prevented when a voice appeared by her ear, whispering huskily while the breath tickled her skin.

"Hey wench," The male voice whispered. "Wanna give me a ride home?" Her breath was hitched in her throat as shivers were sent up and down her spine, pleasing her in ways she didn't even think possible with only a few simple words. Unable to form an incoherent sentence, she merely nodded, knowing that she was about to regret the simple action. Her eyes snapped open and she looked back at the smirking boy, his golden eyes flashing with amusement. She narrowed her eyes, knowing that she had been tricked into something that she didn't want to.

"Bastard." She whispered through clenched teeth at him. He winked at her before leaning back against his chair crossing his arms over his toned chest, his sweaty shirt dangling from the waistband of his black shorts. His unusual silver streaked white hair was draped behind the back of the chair, wet from his sweat. His eyes flicked towards the clock where the girl's main focus had been, seeing the session he was in, was almost over.

She was sitting up straighter, pulling her sticky clothing off of her body, attempting to separate it from her body. She looked around, seeing her three best friends either talking excitedly or sleeping peacefully on their desk. Actually only Ayame was sleeping, while Sango and Rin were a little busy chatting up a storm in the back corner of the room. Rin was actually two years older than all of them, being 20. She had never been allowed to finish high school when her younger sister became pregnant and she tried to help her out through it all. Her sister was only 14 at the time and Rin was just too kind-hearted to turn her down. She had warm and inviting honey eyes with a cheerful smile. Her chocolate hair was just below her shoulders, tied up into 2 pigtails. She appeared younger than she really was, but she didn't care.

Sango was taller than they all were, standing at almost 6". She had long black hair that she usually wore up in a high ponytail—she rarely wore it down. She was the star on the girl's volleyball, basketball, field hockey, and the boys wrestling team. She was an all around jock, intimidating any guy who ever came close to liking her. Ayame—now letting a little drool seep from her mouth—was a bitch. She was a very outgoing and energetic person, but if you got on her bad side, out come the claws and fangs. She had long red hair, lively emerald eyes and a strange fire to her. She was always the opposite of anyone, no matter who they were.

Her gaze passed over two very familiar guys whom she had the displeasure of knowing. Miroku—the class lecher—was polite, kind, and courteous, until it came to a woman's assets. His piercing violet eyes and charming smile would make any girl faint at the mere sight of him, unless you knew him inside out. He had short brown hair, tied into a tiny ponytail at the base of his neck. He sat in front of Sango, sparing her a few glances as he attempted to have a conversation with the boy to his right. Long black hair, intense azure eyes and a lopsided grin were his trademark looks. Kouga Ookami, the one who had 'officially' claimed her in grade 6. He had never stopped pestering her, even when she told him straight out that she wanted him to bug off. Both boys had followed suit with the discarding of their shirts, both trying to rival one another's fitness. Kouga was a young boxer, being the most fit in the class—his body being drool-worthy.

"Kagome Higurashi? Did you get any of that?" The teacher asked the girl, seeing as her eyes were not watching her. Kagome looked at her teacher and a slight blush crept across her face.

"Yes Ma'am, I jus-"She was cut off by the sharp ringing of the bell, signaling for everyone to spring from their seats or be jerked awake from their sleep. She wasted no time springing from her seat, peeling herself off of the chair, but at the same time, so did the man behind her. They collided, skin against skin. She looked up at him briefly before turning away scurrying away quickly.

"Watch where you're going wench." He said irritably before she walked off in search of a way out to her freedom.


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That's the end of chapter 1. I know it's only like 2 pages, but I wanted to get this story out fast. So I hope you like it, and both flames and reviews are welcome, I always want to hear your opinion. I started this one in the summer, the beginning of it actually, but then I decided to drop it, then I just found it and started it over again. So your feedback would be good. Thanks a lot!


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