LAST TIME

"Oh? You don't remember, Inuyasha? You don't remember the time we had hot, steamy sex in your car?"

The moment the entire class had shut up, I realized I was in deep shit.

Little White Lie

Chapter Two:

Friendless 4Ever

Maybe I should've thought this out a little more clearly. Clearly, when you stand in a classroom—actually standing—with the entire class looking at you in an undeterminable air of silence, there are bound to be some issues. A silent class plus a gradually reddening (out of anger, mind you) hanyou gangster is never a good sign. Obviously, Plan A had not been thought out too well.

"Ms. Higurashi, what on earth are you disrupting my class with?" I heard Mr. Muso ask. He didn't sound angry, which was a good start, but rather amused and even a little frustrated. He's probably just sour that I had interrupted his lesson—again. I swear, it isn't my fault, though! Only this time, it was actually my fault, but every other time, it's just everyone indirectly making it my fault.

"Fucking bitch!" Inuyasha shouted at me. I guess he suddenly realized that standing there shooting me palpable daggers from his eyes wasn't going to get him anywhere. At this point, what was my brilliant, A+ grade idea?

I hightailed it outta there. Fast.

Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing, but one second I found myself running like a madman through the halls, and the next, I was in the library, out of breath. Imagine my surprise when I found Miroku staring at me searchingly. Honestly, did this guy even go to class? Maybe he actually lives in the library; it's a believable enough story, that's for sure.

All he did was sit there and look at me like I was crazy. I suppose he couldn't do much else, seeing as though I looked ready to decapitate myself. What the hell had I just done? Only now, it seems, had I really processed the magnitude of my deed. As if being an outcast just wasn't good enough for me, I had to go and make up one small, little lie—which was done in the heat of the moment!—about having lost my virginity to the school's toughest, roughest bad boy. I really don't deserve to be in this academy.

I think I was losing my mind, because the next thing I knew, my body was on auto-pilot, and I found myself sitting across from Miroku as he peered cautiously at me from behind his book. A dictionary, it seemed. Oxford's, 5th edition. I guess he took an extracurricular English class. After forever of calming down my rapidly beating heart, I gathered up the courage of an outcast and locked eyes with the scholarly lecher. We looked at each other in some silent conversation for what seemed like an eternity before he gently laid down and shut the book, cleverly and neatly inserting a bookmark in his place somewhere in the S section.

"Go," he said simply. I knew the moment those words had left his lips that I had his undivided and total attention, so I freely allowed myself to explain all the crap I had created for myself. I really didn't know why I had just opened everything up to him; maybe because he's always just there. I see him nearly every day, albeit without talking to him, and perhaps his presence is just comforting to me now.

"…and so you see, I have buried myself in my own backfired crap," I finished as he nodded his head appreciatively. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, leaning back casually into his wooden chair. I imagined that sitting in that chair for so long would have done a toll on his posture. His fingers drummed systematically on the wooden oak table, and I could hear the gears turning in his mind.

"You've upset the school's leading gang member and deluded your class into thinking that you, ah, made love with him, is that it?" I nodded. Yeah, that pretty much sums it up. "You are…Kagome Higurashi, right? You're in here quite a lot; I see you from time to time." To this, I nodded again. For someone who buries his face into books, he's sure observant.

"And, you required my assistance of some sort, Lady Kagome?" I almost started at the sudden flirtatious, yet polite, way he spoke to me. His voice was smooth, I'll give him that. I guess that's why girls let him off the hook so much after he gropes them…or maybe they just don't realize he's doing it.

"Well, you've already kind of helped me by letting me talk to you about it. If not, I probably would've exploded," I admitted sheepishly. He sent me a boyish grin, and I had to say, if I were any other girl, I probably would've gushed at how cute he looked making that face. Suddenly, I felt my hands inside of larger ones.

"Anything to be of some help for a pretty, young woman such as yourself, Lady Kagome. I am willing to offer you some other…services, if you'd appreciate me offering so," he suggested, winking at me non-too-discreetly. I laughed nervously, slowly pulling my hands out of his hold. I didn't want to make him feel offended or anything, but I wasn't interested.

"I just don't know what to do about this. I've dug myself a pathway to Hell, and if I don't do something to fix this, and fast, I won't live long enough to see graduation," I groaned, burying my face into my hands. He looked at me, and I saw something akin to slight pity flash in his eyes before they returned to their normal, odd shade of violet. Before either of us could say anymore, we heard the sound of the library door open and shut quietly, along with the sound of angry yelling outside.

"That must be the congratulatory party that's after your head," Miroku commented lightly, but he looked to be dazed. I turned to see what he was looking at that was so mesmerizing, only to find my outcast-mate peering cautiously out the door before breathing a sigh of relief. I looked at the relieved girl at the doorway to the monk, and then back and forth between them. As a test, I waved my hand in front of his face. He didn't move at all.

"Hey, Miroku? You still there?" He blinked a little at that, snapping out of his short stupor.

"Who is that?" I laughed, expecting that to be the first thing out of his mouth once he could speak properly.

"Her name's Sango Taijyu. She's kind of like my outcast buddy that I don't talk to," I told him, but he didn't seem to be listening. At least, I don't think he was. Of course, I had no time to think anymore on that because I heard the sound of a set of feet, only one pair, running back towards the library, and it was getting closer by the second. Needless to say, I panicked. Using what brain I had left, I grabbed at Miroku's shirt sleeve and demanded his attention.

"You know what you can do for me? Decoy. I know for a fact that's probably Inuyasha coming to give me a one-way ticket to Hell, so sit here and distract him for me!" I didn't even let him react to that before I ran straight for the backdoor. Maybe it was selfish of me, but I grabbed my outcast-mate with me. Not to be heartless, but she would be decoy number two if need be. I'm sure she'd understand. Maybe.

My next destination, apparently, was the computer lab. Just as I was closing the door to the library, I heard the front door fall down with a loud bang before hearing Miroku calmly say:

"Why, Inuyasha! Fine meeting you here, seeing as how little you go to the library. What can I do for you?" I had to inwardly pity the poor monk after hearing a slew of curses and names that would've put any sailor to shame. If he could yell over our semi-soundproof door, I was afraid of how it would sound up close.

I was surprised that the whole trip to the computer lab was one, not interrupted by any mobs, and two, silent. My little captive hadn't said anything the whole time, I was starting to think she had gone mute. Maybe she was too horrified at the fact that the school's biggest outcast was now automatically causing her to be associated. If that was the case, I'd send her a million apologies later, when my life isn't in danger.

The computer lab was relatively quiet, thankfully. Nobody ever sticks around in the computer lab except for our computer go-to guy Kuranosuke Takeda. To be honest, though, I had asked him to help me on the computer once, and I was pretty sure he had no idea what he was doing. He got the job done, though, so all's good.

"Higurashi? What are you doing here at this time? Shouldn't you be in class?" I heard him ask from the other side of the room. He looked like he was tampering with one of the computers, but I couldn't be too sure. Maybe it's just me, but I honestly think that when nobody's looking, the guy goes on the school computers to look up porn. Catching my breath, I decided to answer him after letting go of my captive's wrist.

"I'm…running for…my life…Takeda," I said in-between gulps of air. He looked at me oddly from his computer before letting out his usual, good-natured laugh. The guy always seemed to take things in stride, and he was ever the optimist. Obviously, me close to dying at the hands of the mob running around school wasn't going to bring him down.

"And your lovely friend would be…?" He slowly—I bet he did it on purpose to add suspense—looked up from the computer he was on to take in the other person in the room that wasn't me. His audible gasp was enough for me to want to groan at how melodramatic it sounded.

"Sango! Is that really you?" Points for the optimistic gentleman! I will, however, need to deduct some of those points for excess melodrama. Sango looked up from where she was to meet eyes with the computer guy. I heard her gasp a little, but not too dramatically (thank god).

"Kuranosuke? Do you, uh, work here or something?" She was being bashful, I noticed, but not in that way where you sit in the room with your biggest crush since forever, but in that "I'm-being-bashful-but-it's-really-showing-how-uncomfortable-I-am" kind of way. My next comment kind of slipped out, though.

"Look, I don't have time for a re-enactment of Romeo and Juliet! I've got an angry mob AND a crazy mofo gangster after my dead body, and I don't know how long Miroku can hold Inuyasha down for! So help me think!" There was a short silence, but just as Sango was opening up her mouth to speak, a loud pounding resounded from the door behind me.

I think my world froze right then. My life flashed before my very eyes as the door behind me came crashing down, a very pissed off Inuyasha dragging a Miroku by the collar stomping in. Although inappropriate at the time, I sighed in relief at the fact that Miroku was still conscious and not dead.

"You…you fucking crazy bitch! I will have you incarcerated, disemboweled, incinerated, resurrected, and killed again!" He was yelling so loud, I only really understood parts of it, but I understood the message. I heard Miroku snicker a little off to the side, one of his eyebrows up.

"'Incarcerated'? I didn't even know you knew the word," he commented, only to receive a good fist to the head. It sounded like it hurt, judging by the groan of pain he let out.

"Shut the fuck up, nerdface!" He tossed Miroku over by the doorway where he sat, rubbing his sore head. Inuyasha started advancing on me, meanwhile I backed away.

"Wait! I'm sure we can work this out!" He rolled up his sleeves.

"Fat chance, you stupid wench!"

"Why can't you just say this is one of your conquests? That'll cover it up!"

"I don't want to fucking cover it up! Your god damn mouth spit out the shittiest lie I've ever fucking heard, and I sure as hell ain't living with some lie of a fucking conquest! Now come here so I can fucking kill you!" He wants to kill me because it wasn't true? Huh…he actually has some morals. Except for the part where he wants to kill me.

"Look, can't we try solving this in a way that doesn't involve you trying to kill me?" I replied nervously. Maybe it was my lucky day because he stopped walking towards me. He shot me a dirty glare, and if looks could kill, I might as well not have been born.

"Oh yeah? Then you fucking figure it out. Your damn lie has made me the laughing stock of every god damn person in the school. Fix that, loserface." Does he just tack on "face" to every name he calls people?

"Hey, wait a second! I'm not laughing at you! And neither are Miroku or Sango!" He looked at me like I was dumb.

"When I say 'everyone,' I mean everyone that people actually give a damn about," he reiterated, and I think it was how dead serious he looked that set me off.

"Yeah, well we don't give a damn about you, you jackass! Go wallow in your damn injured pride!" It was a bit of a stretch, but it effectively pissed him off. Pissing him off obviously wasn't a very difficult task.

"Son of a bitch! This was all your fault, not mine, you bitch!"

"Quit calling me a bitch, asshole!"

"I'll call you what I want, bitch!"

"You dick!" Our verbal war went on for a long time; I'm not even sure how long. I think I stopped keeping track after the thirtieth insult we traded. I occasionally glanced over at my captive and my decoy. My captive was too preoccupied keeping the computer guy at bay, and my decoy, even though he still looked like he was going to have a concussion, was too busy being occupied by my captive…who was being occupied by computer guy.

"Bitch, you payin' attention?" I snapped to attention, honestly not having paid attention. He looked irritated at me, which was one step better than being mad at me.

"What the hell comes out of your mouth that's worth paying attention to?" Jesus, I must be really gutsy today. That was kind of a low blow, but who cares? I was probably going to die soon at the hands of a lynching mob anyway. He gritted his teeth, but I suppose whatever he said must've been really serious.

"I was trying to tell your bitchy ass that if we're going to fix this damn fucking mess you made, we're going to have to…," and here he seemed to swallow,"…work together."

Oh hell no.

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