Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. The characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi!

Author Note: The characters in this story are in High School and are either sophomores or juniors. They are around 16-18 years old.

Chapter 2
A Plan of Action

Yura frowned. She was expecting someone more along the lines of fat, hairy, and stupid. Instead, the girls lucked out and happened to get Inuyasha and Miroku. Not so bad, that is if you could ignore that fact that one was a major pervert and the other was, well, Inuyasha: An obstinate, egotistical jerk.

"Aaahhh! It's Miroku!" Sango whined, burrowing her face in the palms of her hands. She had flushed ten shades of red and felt like crawling under a rock. 'What have I done to deserve this?' she thought. Likewise, Kagome was rubbing her brown eyes in disbelief. 'Is that Inuyasha?'

"Um...uh, is-is that Inuyasha?" Kagome asked, slightly pointing. Her finger started quivering and she dropped it almost immediately. She knew what she saw...it was just the matter of believing that seemed difficult. 'I have to get that idiot to like me?' Kagome contemplated. 'Like me enough to go out with me?'

"Yes Kagome," Yura replied. "Your eyes don't deceive you." The girls watched in rapt attention as Inuyasha and Miroku walked by. Inuyasha stood tall, his long silver hair falling in wisps over his slender back. He glanced at the three girls, particularly Kagome who ogled at him in a daze. 'What's wrong with her?' he wondered suspiciously. 'Girls are so weird'

"What are you looking at?" Inuyasha snapped, feeling slightly nervous at the way Kagome stared. Her jaw dropped and her mouth seemed to open and close, as if she were at a lost of words. Miroku too couldn't help but notice the way Sango watched him, transfixed. She seemed to be in the same state as Kagome: shocked. He shrugged and followed Inuyasha, not really in the mood to grope a girl who was so out of it.

When they were out of earshot, Yura placed a hand on each shoulder, patting the stunned schoolgirls. She was going to enjoy the next couple of weeks...

"Well, best of luck" Yura teased while flicking a stray hair over her shoulder. She skipped off merrily and left both Kagome and Sango still speechless. After a couple of minutes of dead silence, Sango burst into tears.

"I'm too young to be groped!" she sobbed. Kagome subconsciously patted her friend on the back. 'Get Inuyasha to like me?' Kagome continued to ask meekly. This question had been pestering her brain for longer than she could handle. With a frustrated huff, she pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand...which was to get Inuyasha to like her, damn! Kagome turned her attention over to Sango. Poor girl had spent all of High School trying to stay away from the monk's "wandering hands" and how she had to walk right into them!

"Shh! You'll wake the whole school up!" Kagome upbraided. Sure, she vaguely understood what Sango was going through, but crying wasn't going to solve anything! Plus, it ruined Sango's image as a tough girl, the kind no guy could ever lay their hands on without undergoing some sort of pain. Kagome would shortly realize that Sango was shedding tears of frustration, not sadness.

"And look! Yura made us late for class!" Kagome pointed out, tapping her watch in irritation. That brought Sango back to reality and she quickly wiped away the tears, grasping Kagome's hand in the process and running to class.

"H-hey Sango!" Kagome cried. "Our class is this way!" Sango turned with a forced giggle and both girls hurried off to class.

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"Mind explaining why you two are 15 minutes late to class?" Mr. Tanaka asked, eyeing the two culprits who tried sneaking in while he was lecturing.

"Well...err, we-" Kagome began slowly, trying to come up with a decent excuse. She flushed a beat red when her brain came up empty.

"I fell and Kagome had to help me" Sango blurted out, limping slightly to better demonstrate her "injury". It wasn't completely a lie, Sango thought. She had tripped while coming up the stairs.

"Hmm" Mr. Tanaka pretended to be in deep thought. "And it took you 15 minutes to get to class?" Now it was Sango's turn to flush. Apparently, they were both horrible liars too.

"Umm...gomen?" Kagome offered, smiling weakly. They were in for it. Mr. Tanaka didn't take tardiness lightly. He was one of the strictest teachers. Not to mention he taught Kagome's worst subject: mathematics.

"Detention for both of you, Wednesday afternoons," he said promptly. "Now you may have a seat and join your classmates." Sango and Kagome both seated themselves and took out their textbooks to a silent classroom. Kagome sat next to Sango and watched as she angrily scribbled something down on a piece of paper, a note most likely. Once she was finished, Sango folded it and slid it to the edge of her desk. When the teacher wasn't looking, Kagome snatched and unfolded it:

Kagome,

I can't believe we've got detention! And it's all thanks to Yura. Let's just finish this foolish challenge so we can get some sort of revenge.

:Sango:

Kagome looked at Sango and nodded in determination. She dug through her backpack and pulled out a pencil, writing back a terse reply:

Sango,

OK, I guess it's worth a shot. Meet me at my house tonight and we'll sort things out.

By the way, you've got Miroku right: P

:Kagome:

Sango looked at the letter, turned to Kagome with a gulp and bobbed her head in affirmation. By golly, once this was over, Sango would kill Yura. How humiliating! She turned her attention back to the front where the chalkboard stood, covered with notes. Surprisingly, there was no professor. Turning to Kagome, Sango discovered the teacher standing smack in the middle.

"Sango, please hand me the note" he requested. It came out as more of a command and Sango quickly handed the note to Mr. Tanaka. 'No point getting into further trouble' she thought. He unfolded it and read it over before handing it back to Sango.

"Ladies, please handle your affairs outside of class," he demanded. "And pay attention please." Sango thought she would die of heat exhaustion; all of which was emitted from her tomato-like face. She turned to Kagome who was in the same boat. They spent the rest of class not bothering to write notes. Both simultaneously gave up note writing...at least in Mr. Tanaka's class. 'Great' Kagome thought. 'Now a teacher knows'

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That night, Kagome laid sprawled out on her comfy bed, arms and legs spread out like an airplane. Sango sat on the peachy colored carpet, engrossed in a teen magazine. They had both purchased as many as possible after school, hoping for some love advice. They were becoming quite desperate...

"Listen to this," Sango said while munching on an apple. "Guys like girls with class...turn to page 17 for a wardrobe makeover." She looked at the page puzzled before asking; "Do you think it's true?"

"Nah, I doubt it," Kagome said, flicking the idea aside. "They are so clueless when it come to apparel...I could wear a bag to school and he wouldn't notice." Sango thought this over and nodded. 'Maybe Inuyasha wouldn't, but Miroku sure would...'

"Ump" Sango sighed as she flipped through the pages lazily. "We've spent all night reading this pointless junk..."

"Yeah," Kagome agreed, stifling a yawn. She had given up a half-hour ago and had decided to let Sango take over seeing how she was much more obdurate.

"I'm having second thoughts about Inuyasha..." Kagome said, rubbing a cheek in thought. She propped her elbows up on the mattress and laid her head down gently.

"You want Miroku?" Sango asked hopefully.

"Not exactly," Kagome answered with a chuckle while scanning the magazines that lay messily on the floor. "I'd go insane if the lecher laid a hand on me." Inuyasha may be headstrong, arrogant and rude, but at least he wasn't a womanizer! Sango could deal with Miroku's tendencies better than anyone else could. With a defeated sigh, Sango tossed a magazine aside and picked up another.

"Hey, wait!" Kagome said abruptly. She scooted herself off the bed and landed with a thump on the fuzzy floor next to Sango. Sango dropped her magazine, startled while Kagome busied herself by rummaging through magazines.

"This one!" with a triumphant shout, Kagome held up a 'NOW' magazine. She placed it between Sango and herself and pointed to where it said: How to get a Guy in 2 weeks in bold magenta letters. In a lime green, the subtitle read, "Twelve easy steps to getting the Man of Your Dreams--page 45".

"Ooh" Sango said giddily. "Think this is the answer to our problem?" Kagome shrugged and proceeded to turn to page 45. She scanned the introduction before eyeing the steps more carefully.

"Step one, smile often," Sango read aloud. She turned to Kagome, "Don't we always?" Kagome beamed and read number two, casting aside the long explanations on how to smile properly underneath step one.

"Step two; listen intently when he's speaking; a guy is only human and deserves your undivided attention."

"Hmm, guess that couldn't be too bad" Sango admitted. "That is, as long as he isn't speaking of perverse matters."

"But Inuyasha never talks to me!" Kagome admitted, aware of how difficult it would be to communicate with the hanyo.

"Doesn't matter, just listen...like in class when he's commenting on something" Sango advised, moving on to step three. "Strike a conversation with him! Guys like girls who know how to express themselves."

"No way," Kagome thought aloud. "He'd never be interested."

"Oh, just try anyway," Sango chided in a dismissive way. She was having doubts about Miroku being interested too but didn't want to mention them.

"Step four; Look him over, admire his muscles and keep your eyes focused on his mouth when you compliment him--don't forget to bat your lashes!" Kagome choked out the last few words. Sango grimaced and Kagome tried to hold in her dinner.

"Yuck!" Kagome tossed the magazine aside. "Forget that!"

After hours of skimming through magazines, Kagome dumped the lot in her wastebasket and threw herself onto her fluffy mattress. Sango remained on the floor, only this time, looked like she was ready to make snow angels on the carpet.

"Ugh! This is going to be harder than I thought" Sango confessed, brushing her bangs aside.

"Yeah," Came Kagome's muffled reply. "I guess we'll have to do it the old fashioned way..."

"What's that?" Sango asked half-heartedly.

"Flirting." Kagome answered, letting loose a hefty groan.

A/N: Hmm…