On Being a Pumpkin
Dislaimer – Tiresome!! I don't own it!
Chapter 4- They've Got Me on Some Medication -My Point of Balance Was Askew
Author's Notes – Sorry this was slow in coming – serious problems with writer's block. I swear I started this chapter four times over.
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You know, I honestly don't know what to think about this ball-thing. Kikyo and Koto are thrilled about it, I mean, just yesterday they went shopping for six hours for gowns. I don't want to know how much they spent on those bad boys. It must have been a lot, because when I saw them, the dresses screamed expensive. Only the best for Koto and Kikyo. Kaede really hasn't commented on it. I don't think it registered with her. I mean, she is one hundred percent devoted to her orphans downtown. So that leaves me, desperately trying to figure out what to do.
The answer ought to be pretty obvious really. I can see you now, sitting at home in a dark room, screaming at your monitor to tell me to stay the hell away from that ball. "You're the that girl, Kagome! Stay away! You'll only make a fool of yourself!" Oh, I know. I know it all too well. But I also know that I'm hopelessly addicted to teenie-bopper movies from the 80's. Unrelated? I think not. Think Sixteen Candles. I am Molly Ringwald. That whole movie, all I can ever think is 'that is so me!' I mean, look, everything happens to her, but in the end she gets the guy. The guy – the gorgeous, popular, I'm-coming-to-my-senses, screw-popular-girls-I-want-some-one-real guy. That movie is the one thing that gives me hope for the future. 'Course- it is just a movie… and my case is hopeless. See what I mean? I have no clue what to do, let alone how I feel about it.
He's picking a bride at this thing. I'm seventeen years old, what am I doing going to something like that? And the girls that are going – what about them? Basically they are auctioning themselves off. Dress the richest, flutter your eyelashes the best, catch the guy. Dirty! I want a life thank you, and I'd appreciate it if I didn't have to play wifey to some bloated corporate asshole. Not my bag, baby. But then again, if you'd been around the last week, you'd know my problem. Wanna hear?
I knew you did.
Apparently, workshops are required in this project for first hour, and they are their own special brand of evil. Dig this – the student and the teacher locked away for fifteen minutes in a ridiculously small room to discuss the final. (Might I remind you that Sesshoumaru is the instructor from this project. Suck.) So, when my fifteen minutes of fame came up, I stowed away all pens and crossed my fingers for luck. I was going to eff-ing need it.
Have I mentioned that Sesshoumaru is a dick? Yes? Well, he is. When I walked into the room, wearing my nervousness like a fine perfume, he said nothing, he just sat there staring at me. I settled myself at the farthest end of the table from him and patiently awaited my doom. And it came in the form of entirely too deep golden eyes. I couldn't have spoken if I wanted to, and damn it, I was pissed. I had thought I'd gotten over this ridiculous crush when I found out about the extent of his 'dicky-ness', but apparently not. It's a good thing that natural selection has been defeated by technology, or else I'd be a goner. I'm so dumb.
"Well?" Oh – that's just so pompous. I reacted before I thought, and the words just snapped out on their own accord -
"Don't ask me, you're the one who told me to be here." Oh Shit. Me and my big mouth. I'm pretty sure I did something lame like blush and cover my mouth with my hand.
I was expecting the wrath of Tashio to come raining down on my head, but instead, I got a chuckle. "It's always the quiet ones."
I was indignant, "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, Kagome, that I'm pretty sure this is the most I've ever heard you talk, and to have it be you snapping at me is amusing. I didn't think you had it in you."
"Do you mock everyone that comes in here, or am I just special." Oh yeah, Kagome's on a role. (Insert victory dance here) And look! No stuttering!!
"Maybe you're special, but anyway, how's the project going?" Stop. Did he just say… oh hell, don't read into it. He was just – grr, ignore it.
"Dandy – can I leave now?" Oh please let me leave – that 'special' comment is getting to me, I need to disappear and melt into goo over nothing.
"No." He even had the audacity to smirk after that! "You're doing it with song, right?"
I grumbled out yes and slouched into my chair. There was no way I was getting out of this alive.
"Got a theme?" He just had to go there, didn't he? I mean, yeah, we're three days in to the project, but I still had nothing.
"No – not yet."
He arched an eyebrow. Do you have any idea how hot he looks when he does that? Sigh. I'm doomed. "No? Doesn't that make progress difficult?"
"A bit, yes, but if I could get out of here, I could fix that."
He just smirked at me and went on. He was so holding all the cards, and he knew it. Damn him. "Then why all the song titles? Obviously you have some idea where you're going?"
Song titles? Eh? How did he know about those – oh yeah… "Switched to pencils". Poopface. "Those songs just – I dunno, they just kind of spoke to me." Great – Kagome. Nice line, now you sound like an uber freak. Congrats!
"Then go with that… pick songs that express you. It's an easy theme."
Songs that express me? Curse him! He just had to come up with an idea didn't he? I nodded and rose slowly, unsure what to say, and unwilling to stay in the room with him any longer. I mean, the longer I was there, the closer the walls seemed to move. I needed out.
But that wasn't in the cards for our heroine. Oh no. Sesshoumaru snagged my wrist as I passed, "Are you afraid of me?"
Caught… so… off-guard… stuck… looking in his eyes. I blinked my way out of my stupor and smiled, rather morosely, if I might add, "Yes, but you would be too, if you were me." I yanked my wrist from him and left the room. I didn't have to guts to turn and see his reaction.
Right, so back to the ball thing. I don't know why I'm spazzing about it. I may be on the invitation, but it's not like anyone wants me there. The whole thing is pointless and stupid and meaningless – so why do I want to go so badly? God, I need a nap. Later.
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