Chapter 3

Going back to high school for grade ten was intimidating at first. The year before had socially, mentally, and physically destroyed me. Everyone had wanted to beat me up. But as soon as I walked through those doors, I knew it would be different.

I passed all of my old classmates and "friends" in the hall with a newfound confidence, and they just stared at me as if they couldn't quite place my face.

When I was in my homeroom class and the teacher called my name for attendance, I waited till she called me again…just for the dramatic effect. She cleared her throat and said my name loudly and I slurred out a 'Here'. Everyone in the class spun to face me in the back and all of their jaws dropped.

All of their jaws.

I just shrugged my shoulders and slouched down into my chair like I had seen all the cool kids do last year.

It worked.

By lunchtime, I had a huge group hanging around with me or asking if they could chill with me at lunch. Some kids asked if I wanted to sit with them to eat, but I just shrugged my shoulders and placed my hands in my pockets.

"I don't sit inside to eat. I walk around."

They all had thrown out their lunches and walked around with me. I got thirteen girls numbers that day, and I hadn't asked for one.

Grade ten was great.

I had a total of twenty-seven girlfriends that school year, and I had slept with eleven of them. Some girls called me a man whore or a gigolo, but I just flashed them my smile and their faces instantly flushed. I had everyone wrapped around my finger.

I found out ways to become harsh cool. I said the right things to girls and made them fall for me. No girl could resist my smile. All the guys wanted to hang with me in the weekends and I got invited to all the parties. The senior boys even invited me to drink or smoke a joint with them whenever I wanted to. I let my grades slip and made wise crack comments to the teachers that cracked up my class. When I was on the verge of failing I would just do a couple of extra assignments and my grade would stay low, but safe.

And as for the whole popularity contest, no one out ranked me.

Summer of grade ten I went back to the camp for some extra training. I saw all my friends again and we had a blast. Yura wasn't there that year, but the guys and I found a campsite across the lake that had a girls volleyball camp there. Lets just say that I didn't go through that summer without getting some action. Neither did any of the other guys in my group.

Grade eleven I was just even more popular, even more cocky, and, according to the girls, even more hot.

I once again scored many girls, drank at many parties, and pissed off many teachers. Life was good.

Then, two weeks after Christmas, my grandma Kaede passed away. It was really hard for me at first, but I used all he girls and parties as a distraction from the pain.

I moved out of my grandma's house in the middle of November. After selling her house and most of her belongings, I bought myself a 2 bedroom apartment downtown.

Having my own place sure made getting girls even easier.

Living on my own also made me realise that I needed more money then the stuff I had from my grandmother's possessions. So I got a job. Well actually, a couple of jobs.

There was an opening to work as a car mechanic in this garage downtown, so I applied and got the job there. My car mechanic classes in the previous years at school were finally paying off. I also got a job at a music store a block away from my apartment and as a lifeguard at the local pool.

Finally the money was rolling in. Slowly, but it was still rolling.

Grade eleven summer eventually came and I went back to the camp. I had a blast, as always, and instead of a girl's volleyball camp across the lake, there was a cheerleading camp.

Cheerleaders are so much hotter.

When summer was coming to an end, Miroku decided to come and move in with me, finishing his last year of school off at my school with me. We went back home and prepared ourselves for our senior year at high school.

So now that I'm done explaining my past, the story really begins.

My story, as the one and only InuYasha Kamaki.