Sorry I haven't updated for like more than a month…I have a lot of work at school and I have a gazillion volleyball games…sigh…anyways, hope you like it!
I can't believe I'm as stupid as I am. I thought that if I talked things out with Kikyo, she would agree to go out with me. Yeah, I talked to Kikyo, but she just told me to leave her alone and stop stalking her. First of all, how did she know I was following her? I pretty much refused to talk to anyone all day. I didn't even talk to Miroku, my perverted best friend, and Sango, his girlfriend. Miroku, being the oh-so-smart person he is, decided that telling me a hot chick would come tomorrow would cheer me up. I was so mad that I almost punched him.
Something was definitely wrong with me. I was never this mad with anyone beside my brother before. I didn't love Kikyou that much.
I still had an hour and a half left of school. I sat down and waited for my teacher to enter. A few minutes past and I saw Kikyo and her group of friends walk in with her. She had her mouth connected with Kouga's. I turned away in digust. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly disgust, but the fact that she would do that right in front of my face, knowing it broke my heart. No matter how angry I was, I still couldn't bring myself to hate her.
Class went as it usually went. I had tried my best to ignore the giggling Kikyo as best as I could. I just couldn't stand the fact that it used to be me that would make her laugh and giggle. Of course, she was just pretending I was funny. My god, if Miroku heard what I sound like, he'd tell me to get over her and move on.
I was the first one out of class that day, not able to stand the sounds coming from Kikyo mouth as they kissed. I had never got to kiss her much. It was always a simple peck on the lips or cheek.
I flopped onto the bed onto my bed right when I entered the room. Staring up at the ceiling, I started thinking. Why hadn't I realized sooner that Kikyo was using me? I must be one of the stupidest people on earth. A few tears leaked through my eyes as I thought about what would've happened if Kikyo had actually loved me. We would be together, happy. I definitely did not sound like myself. What happened to the punk that never cried, or admitted (to even himself) that he wasn't the best?
I decided that, from then on, I would never act hurt about the whole Kikyo situation. I bet that Kikyo wants to see me sulk around, and then embarrass me by telling me I could have her back if I begged. There was no way I was ever going to let Kikyo, or anybody for that matter, entertain themselves by watching me like that. I'd go to school, and return to the person I used to be. You know, the punk guy that didn't take crap from anyone. Yeah, I like that idea.
Feeling satisfied with myself, I fell asleep thinking my worries were over.
Sorry, I planned on making this chapter longer and adding Kagome, but I was trying to update fast so I kind of rushed on this. I hope you like it anyway. Sorry if I have any spelling or grammar mistakes!
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My friends gave me the nickname Taco Mel. Lol.