A/N: Alrighty then! Another chapter, another day! Sorry about updating late. I guess I say that a lot now, but I have bigger fish to fry. Not that this isn't important, because writing is like my LIFE! But school and boys and friendships seem to take top priority and I have to deal with those first before I push the power button on my computer and get to clickity-clacking away on this machine. Thank you to all my reviewers. You guys seriously are awesome to the max. Thanks for all your patience, and not wanting to chop off my head, just yet. Here it is; the long awaited chapter.

Disclaimer: I no own. You no sue.

Caution: Extreme potty mouth. Excuse my french.

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Sitsume High

Chapter Eight

TaintedMunkeyz

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This place is a prison, and these people aren't your friends… Welcome to Sitsume High…

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Kagome rolled onto her other side, not caring that her long black hair was sticking to her face because of her tears and snot. Her whole body was aching as she contemplated all the things running through her head.

She pretty much fucked up.

And there was not much that she could do to fix it. She had such a good thing going with Inuyasha. And she had to go and treat him like he was worth absolutely nothing. Which isn't even close to how she really treated him. And she missed him so bad already. It had been five days. They avoided each other at lunch, and in the halls when they passed each other walking to class they didn't make eye contact. He'd pretty much been erased from her world. And it hurt so much – hence the reason why she'd been crying herself to sleep every night.

She wiped her nose on the back of her hoodie sleeve and sat up running a hand through her hair. It was tangled and messy and her eyes were red and puffy. She really wanted to see him. Although, she felt pathetic crying like he'd passed away or something. Maybe she was making a big deal out of nothing, but she really did like him. And just the fact that she realized she messed up made her cry harder.

Sango had been trying to help, but basically she was pissed off that Kagome treated him like that. She was there for her, but she basically told her that she needed to stop crying and try to get their relationship back. Because she already realized that she was wrong; all that was left was taking the next step.

She'd been getting calls from Hojo and Kouga alike, but she ignored them all and waited for a call from Inuyasha. She knew it wouldn't happen though.

"Kagome. You need to eat something. Please open the door." She sniffed and looked at the door, then flopped back down.

"I'm not hungry mom."

"Kagome. You need to come out of your room sometime! It's Saturday, and it's sort of nice outside." She tried, noting how the sky was gray with clouds and it was windy outside.

"I'm fine!" she said trying not to let her voice crack. Her mother nodded sadly and turned away from the door and headed back downstairs. Sango looked up from her bowl of cereal and chewed slowly.

"Still not eating?" She said quietly. Her mom nodded and walked over to the sink to clean some dishes.

"Nope. What are you doing today?" she tried to sound cheerful, but Sango could see right through it. She decided to play along though.

"Going out with Miroku. Guess he wants to go to the mall."

"Have fun honey." She said quietly and turned back to her dishes. Sango scowled. She was upset that Kagome was making their mom worry like this. It wasn't fair to the rest of the household that Kagome messed up and couldn't get her act together. And if she really wanted to make it up to Inuyasha she'd have to get on it soon. Because he might just be wasting himself away…

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Inhale…exhale…waste yourself away…

Inuyasha sat in the corner of his room not really giving a damn about the world around him – or anything in general.

He stared at the blunt in his hand and grinned emptily. Life couldn't get much worse than this. Girl troubles, parent troubles, troubles in general…

And he hated himself for feeling guilty that he hadn't been talking to Kagome. That wasn't his fault, right? She's the one that messed up. He didn't have to feel guilty for that, right?

Dizzy…silly…but still wanting more…

"Why the hell can't I get it right?" he asked himself and chuckled. "I always seem to fuck up, don't I?" he whispered and felt his vision blurring. He stubbed out his blunt and sighed heavily, standing up with the help of his bed. He walked over to his door and swung it open, not caring that it reverberated back against his wall. He shuffled over to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror with his hands on either side of the bathroom sink. He looked up through his messy bangs and swallowed. He needed to get out of here. He needed to see the light of day, but he didn't know if he could handle that.

He noticed his lips turned down into a frown and grimaced. Then he looked around the bathroom at the empty beer bottles and the stench of pee and puke, turning his nose up and resisting the urge to puke himself.

"Fucking human." He sniffed and ran a lazy hand over his face before angrily looking back at the mirror. "Screw this shit." He angrily smashed at the mirror, dozens of glass shards falling to the floor and onto the counter.

But he didn't bother cleaning it up.

He licked his knuckles clean of the little dots of blood and walked out of the bathroom to put a hoodie on.

Inuyasha slipped on his converse and zipped his hoodie up, putting the hood over his unkempt hair. Then he grabbed his house key and walked out the front door, not really knowing where he was going. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked briskly, glancing behind him every so often.

He'd stumble every now and then, stepping off of curbs right into traffic, but not really paying attention to the honking horns. He crossed the street to the park entrance and hunched his shoulders when a chilling breeze swept over his form. He sniffed and walked down the path, clenching his teeth when he felt a chill run down his spine.

Basically he felt like shit…

Leaves swirled around his form as he looked up the path and felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. He stopped suddenly and then narrowed his eyes, not really wanting this confrontation right now. The raven-haired girl in front of him smirked and walked quickly over to him, her hands shoved in her pockets as well.

"What're you doing here, half-breed?"

"Fuck off, Kikyo. I'm really, really not in the mood." She laughed in a self-aggrandizing way and looked into his bloodshot eyes.

"Still doing the small time drugs, eh? Weed really taking care of your problems?"

"Least I'm not a crack whore." He seethed. Kikyo smirked.

"You know too much about me." she stepped even closer - close enough for them to be touching, but he kept his eyes straight ahead. "Your bitch leave you?" she whispered. Inuyasha swallowed.

He would not be accused of murdering Kikyo.

"Why do you care?" he looked down at her finally, a fire burning in his amber orbs. She could tell she was pissing him off, and she loved that thoroughly.

"I really don't. But you look pissed off, and I'd like the fuel the fire." Inuyasha rolled his eyes and stepped around her.

"Can you still do that if I'm not here?" he answered bitterly. He walked away briskly, the way he'd come and decided that maybe home was a good idea. He wouldn't have to deal with running into people.

He was just walking into his dark home when he heard the tale-tell yelling of his stepfather.

"Inuyasha! You worthless half-breed! Where's my dinner?" He sighed and slumped against the front door.

"It's coming!" he yelled up the stairs, and added a quiet bastard. His father came pounding down the stairs just as Inuyasha stepped into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. His father put a beefy hand against the door and slammed it shut, narrowly missing Inuyasha's hand. Inuyasha cradled his hand to his chest and looked on angrily. "Do you want me to make dinner or not?" he glared.

"Where the hell were you?"

"Out." he answered shortly and turned his back to look in the cupboards.

"Why the hell does your room smell like weed?"

"Why do you think it does?" Inuyasha turned and looked at his caretaker blankly. He was seething with anger. He downed the beer in his hand and held the empty bottle in his hand.

"Don't… don't get smart with me boy. I'll make your life a living hell."

"Oh, it can get worse than this? Huh… surprises everywhere." He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, waiting for his stepfather to make his move. If he hit him, he could take it. It wouldn't be different from all the other times. But maybe he'd just leave him alone.

Not likely.

"Smart ass wants to get beat, that's what I hear." He chucked his bottle at Inuyasha's head, hitting him in the temple and making Inuyasha stagger. How a drunken man could aim so clearly was the least of his worries.

Right now he'd rather be anywhere but here…

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She needed him bad. She was having like, withdrawal symptoms. But she'd have to get over it, because she didn't want him…

Well that was a lie…

But she was angry and she didn't even want to think about him. So she tried to do things to get her mind off of him, but basically it wasn't working, no matter what she did. How could she ignore her feelings for the boy? She just hoped that he was in good health and happy… or at least semi. She wouldn't want him to be happy when he wasn't talking to her.

Oh, how she wished she could see him!

But that might make things a little bit close to horrible.. she'd just have to wait it all out and see…

However painful that might be…

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A/N: OMG.. I know it's so short after such a long time.. but I have the chapters planned out and this was all I could fit in this one. I'm so sorry. I'll try and get the next one out soon!

TaintedMunkeyz