Warnings for this chapter: Uh...cursing...and that's about it...Oh, and some serious fluff. -shivers-
A/N: Bam! 5 chapters in 5 days! Do you love me, or do you love me? I'm getting into this:D This chapter was a bitch to write though. I just couldn't seem to get it right! I don't know it I'm completly happy with it, but here you go! Please review!
They both knew they had to talk about this. You don't just randomly make out in the park and not talk about it. Maybe it had just been a fluke, right? It couldn't mean anything, they were just friends. They got caught up in the moment. Or maybe not. That's why they need to talk about this!
Kouga and Ayame were walking side by side back to her house. Kouga wasn't holding her hand this time because he was too deep in thought to consider such a move at the moment.
By this time, school had let out, and they had already run into several of their schoolmate, all of whom were curious as to where they had been today.
"Family emergency," Ayame claimed. "Kouga offered to stay out of school today too, and help out." She defiantly gave off the vibe that she didn't want to go into details, so people just let it go at that.
They were about to cross Main Street when Kouga spotted Kagome. She seemed pretty preoccupied, and didn't even look up when she walked into the street. So, she didn't see the little red sports car plowing through the traffic, heading strait toward her.
"Kagome, look out for that car!" He yelled, but it was too late, she was already in front of the convertible, and it hadn't slowed down. He darted out into the street, and pulled her to the sidewalk with his inhuman speed. "Kagome, what were you doing! That car could have hit you!"
She looked kind of startled, and her breathing was irregular. "Kouga, thank you so much. I-I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"Are you ok? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Oh, Kouga." She looked close to tears, but instead of telling about what was bothering her, she reached up, and pulled his lips into hers.
Ayame watched as things progressed. Kouga pulled Kagome out of the street. The two talked for a moment, and then…she kissed him. And it wasn't just a peck on the cheek either.
And he kissed her back!
Ayame was absolutely horrified. Did what they share mean nothing to him? Is he always just going to be going around kissing other girls? These and hundreds of other questions swam through the girl's mind as her eyes fogged with tears. She turned on her heal and ran.
As Kouga kissed Kagome, one thing came to his mind: I wish this was Ayame. He pulled away from her, and looked into her eyes. She looked frightened, and confused.
"Kagome, what's going on?" He asked gently.
"He-He-He's a jerk!" She stuttered, her brown eyes filling with tears.
Well, we already knew that much. "What happened?" He said again.
"He's going to the Formal with that…that….tramp!"
Damn, not again.
Kouga sighed. "Well, I'm sure you'll find someone else to go with Kagome. You're much too good for that mutt anyways."
"Will you go with me then?" She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, but he wasn't at all affected. Green was the only color for him now.
"I'm sorry Kagome, but I'm going with Ayame."
"Yeah, but you to are just going as friends! I'm sure she won't mind!"
"I'm sorry, but no." Then he remembered. Ayame was walked right along with him! He turned to see that she was gone.
Damn, he's an idiot.
"I have to go." He said suddenly.
"But, who am I supposed to go to the dance with?" She asked as he turned, but he ignored her, and kept walking.
Ok, what does Ayame do when she's upset? Duh, she cleans. Ok, she must have headed home. He was praying to Kami that she didn't see him kiss Kagome, but something told him that she did.
He didn't mean to! She just like, attacked him!
He sighed, and broke into a run.
"Well, it's not like I didn't expect this." Ayame said to herself as she dried her tears and started to scrub away at the shower again. "I mean, he's always flirting with her, and we're just friends. It was a mistake to kiss him. He didn't mean it like that."
The bathroom was virtually spotless, so she put the Ajax and sponge back into the cabinet to use another day. I should start dinner. She thought. Even through heartbreak, you still have to eat.
She entered the kitchen, and noticed that she had a message on the machine. She clicked the button, and it started out in its monotone voice, "You have one new message. First voice message, 4:26 pm, beep. Hi Ayame, it's your Dad. I have some business to take care of tonight, and I don't think I'll have time to come home. I'll see you tomorrow though, I promise. Have a good-night. Beep. End of voice message. To delete this message, press 1. To save this message, press-" Ayame clicked the 1 button, and the machine beeped. "Message erased." It announced.
She sighed and opened up the refrigerator. "What? Leftovers again?" She said in a fake chipper voice to herself. "My, I'd love some, thank you!"
Before she could pull out the food, there was a loud urgent banging on the front door. "Ayame? Ayame, are you there?" Kouga's voice traveled to her. Why couldn't he just leave her alone! Hadn't he done enough damage for one day?
"It's open." She said in monotone, just like the message machine.
Kouga appeared in the kitchen a moment later, slightly out of breath from the running he had done to get here. "Would you like some dinner?" She asked in a voice that was far too polite and happy for his liking.
"Ayame, I need to talk to you." He said urgently, slightly peeved that she refused to turn around and face him, and was instead empting their dinner onto plates. "Look at me!"
"I'm busy making dinner." She said, irritation lacing her usually kind, sweet voice.
"Forget dinner! We need to talk!"
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"No you're not! You're ignoring me!"
She dropped the food back onto the counter, and turned to face him, crossing her arms over her chest like it could create a barrier between them. "What do you want Kouga?" He could see the tears tugging at the corners of her eyes, but she pushed them back.
"Ayame," He took a step closer to her, torn by the fact that he made her cry. In return to his advance, Ayame took a step back, therefore running into the counter.
She gripped the counter with both hands, but refused to break eye contact with him. "Ayame," He said again, more gently this time. He took another step forward. She looked like a trapped animal, hoping for escape, but seeing none. "I didn't want to kiss her. She was upset, and looking for comfort. It didn't mean anything to me."
He took another step closer, but she shook her head, warning him to stop. "How do I know that I'm not just the other girl, huh?" Tears flooded her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "How do I know that you're not just playing us both? Maybe I was the one needing comfort, and you felt obligated to kiss me to make me feel better. It doesn't work that way Kouga! You can't just go around kissing other people because you felt that you had to!" Her vision was blurry with tears, but she continued on softly. "It's supposed to have feeling behind it."
"It did have feeling behind it! With you, Ayame! I don't want Kagome like that, she's just my friend! But I really care about you. Please, don't do this to me."
She let out a little sarcastic laugh. "I thought I was the one who was supposed to say that."
"Please Ayame, give me a chance. You need to trust me; I'll do anything you want!" He pleaded.
And idea struck her, and a smile widened on her face, despite her tears. "Anything?"
"Do I have to?" He whined.
"Yes."
"But I'll look like an idiot!"
"Exactly."
"Are you sure this is the only way you'll forgive me?"
"Yep!" She was enjoying this way too much.
He sighed and walked into the middle of the cafeteria and hoisted himself up onto one of the tables so he was standing on it. "Before I begin," He announced in a loud voice so the whole cafeteria could hear him. "I would just like to say that this song is dedicated to Ayame. I hope she'll forgive me."
Ayame smiled, and clicked the play button on the CD player. She was surprised that the teachers hadn't pulled him down yet. Have I Told You Lately That I Love You by Rod Stewart blared through the dining hall.
He defiantly had the attention of everyone there when he started singing in his velvety soft voice. Many complaints were heard from the girls, most sounding something like, "Why don't you ever sing me a song like that?" to their boyfriends, who for the most part were looking a bit frazzled at the competition.
The teachers were even nice enough to let him finish the song before giving him detention.
"So how was that?" He asked her, a wolfish smile etched into his features, a pink detention slip in tow.
"Perfect." And she pulled his lips into hers for a chaste kiss for the whole school to see. She had made her claim, and no one would dare tell her otherwise.