Freshman Dilemmas
A/N: Due to request (I got three reviews! Thank you guys, I enjoyed reading them) I am definitely going to continue this, and hopefully at a fast pace.
So without further ado, let's continue, ne?
And by the way, standard disclaimer works for all chapters…so I'm not bothering to retype that again. But I will add that all the college information is real. St. Joseph and Yale are for the most part the way I mention it. There's just a few facts I tweak for personal enjoyment. -
Chapter Two
Today was finally the day Sango had longed for so many months – from since she first received her acceptance letter, really. It was orientation day at Yale.
Saying goodbye in the morning to her sister Kagome, she drove out to New Haven, where her new home resided. Again, before she arrived, she silently prayed that her dorm would at least not look like a white shoebox with cheap furniture.
But after she prayed, her mind drifted to the events of yesterday afternoon, as it had been doing all morning during the drive. For some reason, she could not get her mind off of that sick pervert.
'I'm just worried about Kagome. She way too wild about guys.' she contented herself with thinking. But a little voice in her head was thinking, 'That's not really the reason is it? You're jealous; yet again, your more beautiful sister has taken a guy right from under your nose.'
Sango shook her head. "No way I'm jealous of Kagome. I'm worried. She gets hurt that way, running from guy to guy."
'How much of that worry is denial?' the little annoying voice asked.
Sango chose to ignore that voice. Sighing to herself, she drove into the gates of Yale.
New Haven was beautiful, from what she had seen passing through, but the college was a dream. Suddenly she was surrounded by gothic towers nestled among wide oak trees. She beamed to herself. 'I bet Kagome would wish she'd applied here if she saw the view. It's gorgeous.'
She stopped the car at the visitors' center, taking out a map. "Saybrook, Saybrook," she muttered to herself. "Where is that college anyway?"
Before she arrived, Yale had pre-chosen her residential college, according to personality, culture, etc. Saybrook, actually the oldest of the houses, was going to be her new home for the next four years. She couldn't wait to move in.
A knock on the car window startled Sango from her excited grin. She looked out, startled, then frowned. 'What's he doing here?' she thought, feeling her anger from yesterday rising again. It was that pervert, Miroku.
Rolling her eyes, she rolled down the window. "What do you want?"
"Are you lost, miss? The women's college is in West Hartford. Are you visiting someone?" He seemed almost sincere in his concern.
She stared up at him. Who was he kidding? Behind that charm, she could tell he was a real prick; call it women's intuition. "I'm a little lost, yeah, but not in the wrong college, if that's what you're implying. What do you want?"
"Well," he seemed taken aback by her unfriendliness. Obviously, he was not used to having girls unhappy with him. "I thought I recognized you from yesterday at St. Joseph. You're Sango, aren't you?"
"How do you-" her eyes widened.
"Your sister, Kagome, told me your name. But I honestly thought you went to that women's college. Sorry about that." He smiled apologetically, shrugging his shoulders.
Sango didn't reply. She was back to puzzling out the map. She didn't have time for perverts.
"So, about that map. Where are you trying to go?" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lean down to talk to her.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" she asked irritably. Why wouldn't he leave her alone?
"I just jogged over here on my way back to the dorm. It's part of training for football season."
She finally noticed what he was wearing. White t-shirt, loose shorts, hair tied back in a short ponytail. He even carried a water bottle in one hand. The image rather suited his athletic frame, though he was kind of slim for a football player. That probably meant he was the quarterback. "Great, a jock." She muttered. Sango put away the map; she thought she now had a faint idea where Saybrook was.
"You know, you're rather unfriendly. I honestly want to help." He crossed his arms. Sango tried not to notice the way his biceps moved under the shirt sleeves. 'Not now,' she thought to herself. But he was right. She was being rather mean. Maybe she should give him a second chance. Miroku seemed sincere today.
"Sorry," she smiled in what she hoped was a disarming way. "I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday."
"I believe so. How about we start over?" He smiled.
She nodded.
"Good morning, mademoiselle, you appear to be quite lost. May I be of service to you?"
"You didn't have to be quite so old-fashioned." Sango fought not to smile, and lost.
"Then how about: hey honey, you lost? I can take you anywhere you want to be."
"You're pushing it. Right now, I'm thinking, this guy's a bit perverted, but cute. Don't ruin the image." She was starting to enjoy herself. What was with this guy anyway?
"Hm. Is that so?" he grinned, and she grinned back. "All right, I try something natural. Morning, my name's Miroku, what's yours?"
"Basic, but functional." Sango approved. "My name is Sango." She held out her hand to shake.
"A pleasure to finally meet you." Miroku made a courtly bow, taking the hand. Sango had a sinking feeling what he was about to do next. Bending low, he kissed her hand, just a light pressure of lips against her hand.
The kiss made her blush; she could feel the burning on her cheeks. He looked up and smiled. "You're really quite beautiful Sango. Such beautiful sisters; your family is really privileged."
"Kagome's adopted. She's more of a friend." Sango took her hand away. "Look, I'm trying to go to Saybrook."
He seemed slightly disappointed when she took away her hand, but smiled again. "What a coincidence. So am I. I'm a junior there."
"Oh, an older man."
"Not that much older. I'm assuming you're a freshman, since you're lost?"
"I could be a transfer."
"You don't seem the type."
"Back to the lost issue; how far away is it? I can't tell from the map."
"Not far, but you might want to drive." Here he hesitated. "If you want me to direct you, you could take me in your car."
"Why not? Just don't try anything."
"And why would I do that?" His eyes widened in mock innocence.
"Just get in."
