Kagome took one last look in the mirror, double checking her outfit and hair, before she turned to grab her back pack. She felt nervous and excited, jittery with her pent up energy. Today was the first day as an official college student.
She had been looking forward to this her entire life; she had worked hard in middle school to get into a great high school. Not just a good one, but a great one- even earning her an academic scholarship. She had made sure that she embraced her high school life as fully as possible; she joined committees, was a class representative, went to all the dances and festivals… short of being a cheerleader, she had done it all, while still maintaining her flawless grade point average. It was hard work, but she knew that if she wanted to go to college, and reel in a scholarship, she had to look like a valuable asset.
It wasn't that her family couldn't afford college, or that she couldn't get into loans; she didn't want to burden her family with the financial responsibility of her education. She wanted the best, but didn't want her mom to have to foot the bill; after all, the best didn't come cheap. When Myouga heard that she had gotten accepted, he went right to work to take care of her lodging- a complete surprise to Kagome, but a much welcomed one.
Unlike his other surprise of Inuyasha. Kagome could feel a stress headache coming her way if she thought about him much longer. With any luck, she would be able to avoid the hanyou completely. What would the chances be that they hang in the same circles, or have the same classes? It had to be small- right?
Taking a deep breath, she locked the door behind her and walked in the direction of her first class.
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Inuyasha smacked the alarm near his bed, unintentionally throwing it across the room. First broken one of the semester, sure to be the first of many. Alarms never lasted long for the hanyou. He had set them on his cell phone for a while, but he always ended up flinging the damn things. Cell phones proved to be more fragile and expensive than the bulky, cheaply made alarm clocks.
Groaning, he looked over at the woman in his bed. Why was she still here? Didn't these women know better than to stay the night? Didn't this chick have a class of her own to get to?
"Hey…uh-" He grumbled, trying to remember her name. When it didn't immediately come to him, he decided he didn't need to formally address her. "Get up." He rose to his feet and walked to the bathroom; he knew that this would have to be the worlds fastest shower if he wanted to be on time for class. He mentally went over the plan in his head. Shower, get dressed, brush teeth, grab a bagel, backpack, run out the door. Easy enough.
He hadn't foreseen the woman still in his bed, sleeping soundly.
"Up." He said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping wet. The girl moaned in protest.
"What? Why?" She mumbled, turning over.
"Seriously?" He scoffed, jaw slightly dropping. "This isn't your room. Leave."
"But its so early." She pouted. She was pretty. Brunette, clear skin. She had beautiful lips, especially when she pouted like that.
"That's because its morning." He was quickly losing whatever patience he had. "Don't you have class?"
"Not until noon."
"Well I had to leave like 5 minutes ago. And I cant go until you do."
"You don't look like you're ready." She sat up, trying to tug free his towel. "Why don't you stay here? We could-"
"If you don't get out by the time I'm finished getting dressed, I'm going to throw you out."
"You wouldn't-"
"Try me." He grinned, showing his fangs. "You're not the first to try and cling the morning after."
Annoying.
All of them, so annoying. Trying to stay the night, the weekend, move in with him. Trying to cozy up, seduce and lure his affections. It sounded conceded, but everyone knew who he was on campus.
He was the dog demon of House Takahashi; The son of a millionaire. The status of a demon.
He was handsome, had disposable money and he was single.
He couldn't count the number of women who aimed to change that.
But just as his income was disposable, women were too.
He was slightly relieved to see that the woman who had occupied his bed was gone. Normally, he didn't let girls stay the night. Their scent clung to his sheets, and while in the moment it may have smelt great, afterwards it just got annoying. If he could help it, they wouldn't come back to his room, and if they did, well, he could find other places to meet their needs than his bed.
But when they met it was late, and after the deed, they were both tired. And with school the next morning he thought it wouldn't hurt to let her stay. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, right?
Except she had to stay. Had to try and entice him back to bed. How many times had women tried this before? Wanting to make a night unforgettable, turn it into a weekend, or a week? Next thing he knew they were trying to leave a toothbrush and claim a draw. No, that was a road he wasn't about to go down again. That's why he had very clear rules and boundaries, and when they tried to cross them, he had to get firm.
Inuyasha opened the window to let in the breeze, remove the scent of the night, and grabbed his things before he locked his door. It was a good thing he had demon speed; he was already late.
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Kagome ran down the hallway as fast as her feet could carry her; she was late. Late! On her first day of class! She had taken a wrong turn on campus, which brought her to the wrong street, which brought her to the wrong building, only to realize her mistake and have to go back to where she started.
As she turned down the hallway she sighed with relief. Only 4 more doors, and she would be there. 10 minutes late, but she still made it. As she grabbed the handle to the door, she looked up to see the most horrifying sight she had seen all day.
Inuyasha.
Heading to the same room.
The same class.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost, judging from the look on his face. He quickly moved his clawed hand to his face, covering his nose.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" He asked.
"Going to class, what do you think?" She furrowed her brows together. "I'm already late, move out of the way."
"No way. This is my class. I cant spend the entire semester with you. I'll pass out or die from your stench!"
"Then change classes dog boy." She snapped.
"Like Hell! I need this class. This is a sophomore class! How did you even get in?"
"I took courses in high school that counted as college credits. What does it even matter? I need this class too. I'm not changing it."
"Well I aint either!" He protested.
"Look," She started, placing her hands on her hips, "We both need the class. It doesn't mean we have to interact with each other. Lets just go to opposite ends of the room."
"But your smell-" He argued.
"Will you knock it off?!" She hit his arm.
"Watch it!"
"I don't need everyone in class thinking I stink."
"You do!"
"Ugh!" Kagome rubbed her temples. "I'll have you know people say I smell great."
"Feh. What people?"
"Can you just stop? Lets go in before class ends."
"I'm never going to survive this semester." He complained. She whipped her head around to look at him.
"Then get some smelling salts, you big baby."
'Cheeky wench. When shes mad like that, she almost looks hot.' Inuyasha thought. 'Too bad she smells fucking awful.' He took a deep breath and lowered his hand. He could bare not breathing through his nose for a minute. Even if she fucking reeked, he didn't want to be the one to socially isolate her; he wasn't that big of a dick.
"Ah, I see we have some late comers." The teacher said, drawing everyone's attention to the back of the room. Inuyasha was glad he wasn't covering his nose now.
"Sorry." Kagome apologized, walking down the row to find an open seat. Inuyasha began to walk in the opposite direction.
"Not so fast. Since you are both late, you two are the last to be paired up. Before you leave, exchange names and numbers. I just explained the project, so you can both see me after class if you have any questions."
Inuyasha's eyes went wide.
"Excuse me, I can't-"
"Please find your seat; you've already disrupted class once."
"But-"
"You have two choices. You can either take a seat, or leave the class. It's your choice." The teacher said.
Inuyasha looked from the teacher to Kagome, then back to the teacher. With a disgruntled huff, he went to the opposite side of the room to sit down.
'This is going to be a fucking disaster.'
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"She's not going to let us switch partners." Kagome said.
"Well then one of us has to drop the class."
"Are we really having this conversation again?" She asked, her tone dry.
"I've been here longer. You should drop it. Or change times, or something." He reasoned.
Kagome reached into her bag, pulling out a pen and paper. She quickly scribbled something, then shoved the paper towards him. He eyed it suspiciously as he covered his nose.
"What do you want me to do with that?" He asked.
"My number and email." She said flatly.
"Not interested." He answered quickly. Kagome blinked in awe.
"What makes you think I am?" She narrowed her eyes. "Obviously, since neither one of us is going to switch classes, we have to work together. So we'll just have to grin and bare it. We can do as much as we can on our own and communicate through texts and emails."
Inuyasha considered her proposal as she pushed the paper towards him once more.
"Okay, okay." He said, taking it from her. "I'll text you my info."
"Great." She turned around, leaving him to stare at her backside.
'I've got to get out of here. I need to fucking breathe. Her stench lingers. This is the worst fucking day.'
Kagome walked to her next class, feeling the telltale signs of a massive headache coming her way, the first of what she was sure to be many this semester.
'He's such a jerk! I can't believe he thought I wanted to give him my number… for that! This is going to be a nightmare.'
