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Chapter Four
Sango flipped open her cell phone, speed dialing a familiar number.
"Sango, hey! Just the person I want to talk to!" came the cheerful voice on the line.
Sango sighed. "Is that so, Kagome?" she responded, lying back in her bed.
"You wouldn't believe how sweet Miroku is! He's such a gentlemen. Yesterday we went to see a movie…" And on she went, rattling off in an animated voice her latest date with the junior. "…all my friends are so jealous. Eri told me yesterday that if at any time I didn't want him, she'd grab him in a heart beat! And Yuka keeps trying to eavesdrop on all our phone conversations! The only one of my group out here that hasn't been so nosy is Ayumi, and she confessed to me last week that she'd always wanted a boyfriend like Miroku, so I better treat him properly!"
"Eri, Yuka, and Ayumi; I'm guessing they're dormmates?" Sango asked, not particularly caring about the answer.
"Yeah, they're really great." Kagome confirmed, her voice still more excited than usual.
"So, it's been a month; what's your evaluation of him? Keep or dump?" Sango and Kagome had created a sort of system for the emotionally busy Kagome. With an open mind, she dated a guy for a month. If in a month, or earlier, she found she couldn't stand him, he was a dump. If not, a keep.
"Definitely keep!" Kagome squealed.
"I see. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that." Sango said, her eyes shifting from the ceiling to her books, piled on her desk. "Well, I have a paper to write for freshman writing intensive, and I'm sure you have work too. Don't let me keep you."
"I don't mind talking to you at anytime, but if you're busy…" she paused. "You know, you sound kind of sad. Is something wrong?"
"Wrong? No, I don't think so. Why?" Sango frowned.
"Just, you seem quieter than normal. Are you having problems settling in?"
"No, everything's been good here." She finished in a firm voice. "I'm fine."
"All right, but you know I'm here if you want to talk." A thought seemed to come to Kagome. "I have an idea. Why don't you get a boyfriend?"
"A what?" Sango stared at the phone for a second. Rolling her eyes, she put the phone back to her ear. "You're not serious, are you?"
"I'm totally serious. You need a guy that you can let go of some tension on. Relax with, that kind of thing. You haven't had a boyfriend since 10th grade, you know."
"Robbie doesn't count as a boyfriend." Sango denied.
"Then you haven't had one period. So get one already. You're 18, not dead."
Sango sighed. "I'll have to think about it."
"Good, then go get one. Talk to you later sis." Kagome hung up.
"A boyfriend huh." Sango said aloud to no one in particular. Maybe her sister was right. But there wasn't anyone she would want to be with anyway. 'Especially that pervert, Miroku, whom everyone loves.' She thought with sudden fierceness. In all the occasions over the past month that she had been around Miroku, all he could was molest her in some way. She couldn't figure out why no one else saw him like she did. 'If he grabs my ass one more time, I'll kill him.' But after all, she had made the deal for a guide for the entire year.
The phone rang, startling her from suddenly angry thoughts. She opened the cell without really looking at it. "Who is it?" she demanded.
"Good evening, ma cherie. Why so angry?" A cheerful voice asked from the line. Her heart quickened at the voice, but that could have been her anger too.
"Where the hell do you get off calling me cherie? Isn't that a French term of endearment?"
"Exactament. And as you know, I'm taking French. I though the language of love would be the best way to express fondness."
"How can you say things like that and not consider yourself cheating on my sister?"
"Am I?" he questioned, his voice innocent. "Or is it merely part of my irresistible charm?"
"It's part of your bullshit, that's for sure. What do you want Miroku?"
"Why must it always be something I want?" he fairly whined.
"Didn't we have a conversation like this once before?" Sango sighed, and massaged her temples, keeping the phone in the bend of her neck.
"I only desired to hear your beautiful voice," he protested, and then added, "and your face."
"And most likely, my ass as well."
"I will not deny that would be nice."
"Pervert."
"Such harsh words."
"So where do you want to meet?" She was beginning to understand his strange ways of communicating to her.
"In the Saybrook private library in a half an hour?"
"What for?"
"You mentioned earlier today that you were having problems with calculus. I thought I'd volunteer my and a friend's services."
"A friend? What kind of friend?"
"A smart one. He's a little busy right now but he'll be there in an hour. So meet me at six thirty?"
"Sure, why not? I did say I needed help." Sango agreed, rather reluctantly.
"I will be waiting, ma cherie." He hung up.
'What have I gotten myself into?' Sango sighed, but couldn't help smiling for some mysterious reason. 'I think I'm losing it.'
Getting up with a groan, she began to pack her books.
