"Inuyasha, just ask her."
"No! Dammit Miroku, it's not that simple!"
"Why not? Inuyasha, you're acting like its the end of the world; it's a DANCE. Not a marriage proposal."
Slamming his locker door shut, Inuyasha glared at his best friend. "Fine! What do I say then, Mr. Suave?"
"How about, 'Hey Kagome, wanna go to the dance with me?' That should do wonders."
"That'll never work!"
"Wanna bet?"
"I bet you twenty."
"Okay," Miroku grinned, "It's a bet. Now ask so I can win."
"I'll ask so I can win, lecher!" Inuyasha snapped. Seeing Kagome and Sango walking in their direction, he marched over and planted himself in front of them.
As soon as Kagome looked at him, her big brown eyes intensely curious, his knees turned to jelly. Ignoring his nervousness, he took a deep breath. When he let it out, he went for it.
"Hey Kagome, wanna go to the dance with me?"
She smiled, wide and beautiful, and his heart leaped. "I was hoping you would ask that."
Leaning up to kiss him sweetly on the cheek, she nodded. "Of course I do, Inuyasha. I'll be ready by eight, okay?"
He nodded, feeling as if he would burst. She giggled, squeezed his hand, and walked away with Sango, who received a very discreet wink from a certain lecherous male; she grinned at him, and nodded in approval.
Miroku sidled up to Inuyasha, grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
"Told ya."
Grabbing two twenties from his wallet, Inuyasha used them to smack Miroku on his temple, then handed them to him. "Shut it, lecher."