CHAPTER TWO:

Thoughts and Tons of Realizations

The day kept on going by, and as fate had it, the new boy, Inuyasha, was in all of my classes. I found that strangely odd, and hell, even just uncanny. I didn't know if I should have been happy or sad. Really, the butterflies in my stomach multiplied every time I saw his face, so I guess I could say that he made me happy.

As soon as the last bell rang, I began to walk out of class, without Sango. She was giving the new boy Miroku, a beating. Turns out he had a few of our classes, but not all of them. He had decided to give her another groping to end the day when she stood, so, you get the idea.

When I walked out of the door of the classroom, the slap ringing in my ears, Inuyasha was standing against the opposite wall. I was curious as to who he was waiting for. He saw me, and gave me a smile. That smile that always made me feel like I was the only girl in the world he gave the smile to. He got up off the wall and started towards me. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach grow, and for a moment, I felt as if they were going to float out of my throat.

"Hey there." He said to me. I smiled.

He frowned at me, and I did too. "Why haven't you spoken to me?" He asked simply.

"She doesn't speak." I heard a voice interrupt, and I knew it was Sango's. I lowered my head, ashamed for once, that I couldn't speak.

Inuyasha turned to me and stared. I knew because I could feel it upon me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. What could I possibly do? I couldn't tell him anything, and I didn't want to grab out a pencil and paper.

"What are you talking about Sango?" He said almost gruffly.

"I mean that she chooses not to speak. She can, but doesn't want to." Sango explained.

Inuyasha grabbed my hand and led me out to the exit of the school, Sango following slowly behind. I think she knew that this was something that I had to deal with on my own.

He continued to lead me out, in front of what I assumed was his car. A mustang, silver. I figured as much but in my situation, I couldn't really let a car distract me.

"You don't talk?" He asked.

I gulped and nodded, already feeling the tears prick at my eyes.

"Why?"

I kept my head down, the tears burning at me. I knew I was going to cry any minute, I just didn't want him to know.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, that was a bad question." He admitted.

I let a small giggle escape me, thinking he was new to the whole silence thing.

"Let me take you back to your house and you can write it down for me, okay?" He lifted up my chin, and I knew that he saw the tears.

I sniffled and gazed into his amber eyes. They were filled with concern, and I think, nervousness. But what did he have to be nervous about?

"Don't cry." He seemed to command. "I promise that I'm not going to be angry …" He whispered.

I nodded my head and smiled at him. His expression went to happy as well, but I still saw that twinge of concern and nervousness, and I couldn't stop thinking, What is going on with him?

After our little conversation, he opened the passenger door of his car and gave me a light push in. I sat into the warmth of the leather seat and sighed. My pocket began to vibrate, and it took me a moment to comprehend that I was getting a text. I pulled it out of the denim pocket and flipped open the device. A text from Sango, my cell phone said. I pressed view, and she asked me where I was and if I was okay. I typed quickly that I was fine, I am with Inuyasha, explaining. I hit send, and then I shut the phone, setting it in my lap. I turned to see that Inuyasha was staring at me confused, and then I showed him the text Sango sent me, then the one I replied back. He nodded and began to drive out of the school's parking lot.

I began to stare out of his spotless windows, but my mind could only drift back to thoughts of the boy sitting just a few feet from me. I kept thinking it was because I could not figure out what was wrong with him, but I knew that wasn't it because I was thinking more along the lines of a future. I couldn't help but daydream what it would be like if he asked me out. I smiled so brightly, that I thought I was outshining the sun. I turned back to face the front windshield, and I realized that the car was not moving.

"Uh …" Inuyasha began.

I sat up straight realizing that he needed to know where to go. I quickly wrote the directions and set them in his lap. But my hand remained there, for he grabbed my hand and squeezed my fingers. I looked up at him, a bit dazed, and then he smiled at me. I really didn't get the gesture, but I returned the smile regardless and retracted my hand away. I missed the warmth for a moment, but his touch I longed for more. I wanted to smack myself for having such thoughts, but what could I really do?

My hands rested in my lap and I began gazing out the window again. Inuyasha began driving, and the whole ride was silent. I mean yea, I was, but I figured Inuyasha would say something. No word, so I was guessing that maybe he had stuff on his mind too.

I finally heard him speak though.

"You know, I'm not that much of a player."

I laughed lightly.

"I mean, haven't you heard the saying?" He questioned and turned to me. I shook my head and I heard a light sigh from him.

"Every girl thinks she can change a player, but the truth is, it's not the player that needs to change, it's the girl. Because every player is on a mission to find that one girl that makes him lose his desire to play."

I gave him a bit of an accusing look, but he read my mind right away. "I'm not saying you are trying to change me, but that's what girls usually do, and it's not fair. You are who you are. I'm not some manwhore, but I mean, I just kinda flirt with girls, even without knowing it." I saw him shrug, and it finally sunk in that this boy was opening up to me.

"I'm just trying to find the girl that I'm truly willing to be with. Is that really so wrong?" He glanced at me. I shook my head and rested my hand on his shoulder, rubbing lightly, signaling that I understood. He took one of his hands off the wheel and rubbed it against mine. I felt the spark, the friction, and a blush rose to my cheeks immediately. But I couldn't force my hand to come back to my lap. It just stayed there, continuing it's rubbing motion.

Eventually, he pulled up into the driveway of Sango and I's house. I turned to get out of the car, but I felt Inuyasha touch me. I looked over at him and he told me to wait. I did so, and sat in the seat patiently. He came around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I smiled and gave him a nod, symboling my thanks. I knew I was blushing, but for some reason, I couldn't possibly feel it.

I walked up to my door, Inuyasha trailing behind me. I pulled the key out of my bag pocket and unlocked the door, chucking the key into the bowl beside the door. I threw my bag onto the floor and continued on to the kitchen. I didn't hear or even sense Inuyasha behind me, so I turned around, checking to see if he was still there.

He was still standing at the door, looking as if he was the little boy who just got in trouble with the teacher. I sighed and went back up to him. I grabbed his hand, him not saying a word, and dragged him to the couch. I gently shoved him down and he sat. I trotted over to the kitchen and pulled out a pen and paper, beginning to write down my story. I knew this would take some time, so I made my way and sat down by Inuyasha. I nudged him with my shoulder and he just turned to me. I waved the pen and paper, basically telling him that I was going to write. He nodded and turned away from me. I was still curious what was on his mind.

After about 15 minutes, I finished. I gave my note a quick examine and realized it was a bit sloppy, but I had actually done drawings in the margins of the paper, doodled shapes, and I noticed that I even wrote my number at the bottom and put in fancy cursive, 'Text me.' Pink dusted my cheeks and I realized that I really was flirting a lot with Inuyasha.

When I twisted my head to look at him, his head was down. I decided to see what was wrong by putting my face near his and giving him the confused look. He shot his head up, and I did as well, the motion startling me.

"Nothing." He said a bit quickly, so I was confused even more. I set my note back down on the table, unfolded it, then added a little writing wherever I had room. 'What's wrong? Tell me everything that is on your mind.'

I folded the note back into its square form and shuffled it into Inuyasha's hand. He began walking to the door and I followed beside him. He let himself out and stood on my porch, that thoughtful look still adorning his features. He smiled down at me (for I am shorter than him!) and I returned it. I felt him reach for my hand and give it a peck. I flushed and nodded at him. He walked away and for that moment, I felt like a part of me just died a little.

For it finally struck me, and struck me hard it did.

I began to truly like Inuyasha.