It was lunch time and I made my way to the cafeteria. I didn't want to sit with my friends today. I simply couldn't stand the sympathetic looks they sent my way. I wanted to be alone so I headed outside to the field. That's where I normally went when I felt I needed to think. Within a minute, I had reached my location and I plopped down at the bottom of the biggest tree there.

This is where Kikyo and I would go to when we wanted to be alone and just talk. One single tear traveled down my cheek. Why? That was the one question I wanted her to answer. Why did she leave me after everything we had been through? Did she leave me just because of the bet. That thought made me realize that everything she said was fake. She never loved him. When she said she wanted to get to know him, she was lying too. She only talked to me because of some stupid bet her friends made her do.

I tried to despise her for hurting me like this, for listening to her friends when they dared her to break my heart. I even gave her my first kiss! The only reason she did it was for money. For some reason that made me the slightest bit happier. But then I realized, that it meant that she liked money more than me. I pondered over whose fault it was. Was it mine or hers? It was my fault I had let my guard down, but who could blame me? I was in love. Well, that was what I had thought before. It was like she got me to love her with all my heart, then ripped out my heart. More tears flow down my face when I think about the day she dumped me.

Flashback

It was May 31st, Kikyou and my one year anniversary. Yep, we had been together for one whole year. I was planning on taking her to a special restaurant near the beach. I spent the whole time I was dating her just to save up enough money. I even went out to buy a $800 necklace. Sure, it might have not been that expensive, but I never said I was rich.

She had called me the day before and asked me to meet her at the park near her house. When I reached the park, I sighed when I saw she hadn't arrived yet. I sat down on the nearest bench and waited. Five minutes later, Kikyou arrived at the destination. She had a cold expression on her face and I wondered what was wrong. I said a happy hi and patted the seat next to me. She simply shook her head. Ok, now I was starting to really worry about what happened.

"Kikyou, what's wrong?" I asked, worry obvious in my voice.

"Inuyasha, do you remember the day I met you?" she asked it in a cold voice I had never heard from her before. I nodded my head but she continued explaining. When she finished the part of where Kagura had made up the bet, she chuckled darkly at my sad face that was full of three emotions, hurt, betrayal, and anger. The anger grew and grew.

"So you've been using me all this time to get your bet money!" I screamed out of pure rage. I reached in my pocket, pulled out the box with the necklace, and threw it at her. "How could you?" I ran away and tried to forget everything but I just couldn't get that smirk she had on her face out of my mind. I had to go somewhere to clear out my mind. I wasn't go home and cry all day on my bed. I wanted to cry my eyes out, but my pride wouldn't let me. Now I knew how all the heartbroken girls in movies and storied felt. I had spent one whole year preparing for this day only to have it be a disaster.

End Flashback

Oh how I wished I could go all the way back in time to when I first asked to go out with her. I could stop myself from making a huge mistake.

The bell rang but I didn't want to leave. I thought of this place as my "sanctuary" A place to say things that wouldn't be heard, think things out and not be disturbed. I didn't want to go to my next class. Kikyou was in it. The only reason I joined the class was for Kikyou. The only reason I had worked my butt off the last year was because of Kikyou. The only reason I was here now, was because of Kikyou. The only reason I have ever cried was because of Kikyou. She has caused me so much trouble and pain. Kikyo was the main source of my pain and yet I couldn't find it in my heart to hate her, and I hate myself for that.