There was no way I could pay attention to the lesson.

Not when I kept having this anxious feeling of being touched! Every minute or so there would be this hand that pressed itself against my back. It would literally make me freeze. My heart, my breath, and my senses all seemed to just cut off only to return a moment later.

I let my spinning head fall into my waiting hands. My skin felt as if it were crawling, like a million fire ants were biting along my flesh. Everything just got worse when I squeezed my eyes closed. The chair in which I sat in seemed to slip right from under me, though I knew better than to know it did, and gripped the desk with all the power I had in me. Keep it together Kagome, don't you dare lose it here.

"Kagome," I felt the presence of a hand reach over before it placed itself on my shoulder. The warmth was familiar. While my mind was too foggy to recall, my body registered and remembered that for the time being this person was an enemy and I instinctively retreated from it.

At that moment, the ringing of the bell signaled that it was time for lunch. I felt the warm bodies pass as students filed out in loud chatter. It was only when the room fell silent that I felt another hand on my shoulder. I didn't jerk away from this one, mainly because it didn't feel as if it belonged to a dog. They gently turned me in my seat and my lips parted at the cool capsule they pushed inside my mouth. When their fingernail lightly poked my upper lip and I felt the tablet safe in the middle of my tongue, I knew it was okay to swallow. Someone also put the rim of a water bottle to my mouth. I drank, welcoming the freezing liquid as it wove its way down, dropping into my hollow stomach. I sensed myself coming alive again. My once stunned form removed my shaky hands from beneath my thighs and opened my eyes to see that the fluorescent lights stung.

"Ready to go?" To say that I was disappointed to see only Sesshomaru standing before me was an understatement. Inuyasha was always with me during my episodes, especially the bad ones. So when I saw that Inuyasha was not by my side, but at the window with a mildly troubled priestess — his hands on her shoulders! — My emotions numbed. He looked down at her with slight concern.

"Are you alright?" Sesshomaru asked me the same time Inuyasha asked Kikyo. I didn't reply, only listened for the miko's reply. However, she didn't say anything either, probably waiting for my answer as well. In the end, neither of us got what we wanted as Sesshomaru slowly lifted me from my chair and began guiding me out the room.

"Don't look at me like that." I heard Inuyasha stumble for the right words he thought Kikyo would like to hear. "It's a psychological thing she can't control. You'll get used to it if you spend more time around us." Was I that much of a freak show? Excuse me if I'm wrong, but Inuyasha seemed to be speaking of me as if I had a disability. Did someone really have to get used to the idea of being near me?

"Hanging around her is not good for my name." She snapped. "Inuyasha I'd love to get to know you, but so long as you're with that troubled wench we remain in different worlds. If I were you I'd be ashamed having thattag along with me every day."

I was out of hearing range to hear the rest of the dispiriting conversation. "Why is he such an idiot?" I heard myself impassively whisper. How could he say something like that? Inuyasha and I have been friends since we were in diapers. After we'd been through so much together, both me and his family, how could he even stick around someone like Kikyo? Someone who badmouthed his closest friend? I wasn't able to comprehend any possible reasons he may have.

"I don't think he can help it." Sesshomaru replied simply. "Idiots have strong genes that are easily passed down."

I looked up at him, his figure wavering from my unshed tears. "What do you mean?"

"Both his parents are idiots."

"What makes you say that?"

"They decided to have him didn't they?" I don't think Sesshomaru realized that the glare he was giving the upcoming corner could put fear in the devil himself.

My next words were chosen carefully and delivered evenly. "Considering you share the same dad, does that make you part stupid?" I attempted to lighten the atmosphere.

I received no reply as we rounded the bend in the hall and stepped into the cafeteria. Sesshomaru sought out a table as I grabbed us a few small things to eat. Main course meals at school could not be trusted, so I settled for the safest things: rice and fruit— neither of which anyone had to make or add possible deadly ingredients to. I found the youkai patiently waiting at a table when I was done, a textbook set in front of him. I rolled my eyes at his unwavering commitment to studies.

We ate in silence; except when I asked the occasional question on why/how something happened, seeing as I was reading the text over his shoulder. Turns out the material he was going over was what we'd been learning in class! So when he explained my questions it wasn't much of a shock that I was completely lost.

We had dove deep into our world of physics when it was broken by three people plopping themselves on the bench across from us. My eyes flickered up and then back down to the words in the book. Inuyasha, Kikyo, and— worst of all —Sango had decided to grace us with their presence.

"What is she doing here?" Sango sounded sickened at the fact that we were sharing a table. She mimicked the heavy glare Kikyo put on me.

I shoveled some rice inside my mouth, loving the heavenly flavor the Soy Sauce provided. "It's you and your master that don't belong." Sango scowled, knowing I was calling her a pet to Kikyo. I gave a satisfied smirk and looked to Sesshomaru. "I'm right, right Oniichan?"

Sesshomaru stiffened at the word. From the start he's been known to hate it, he said it brought back haunting memories when I used thenickname. He never specifically said what the nightmare was, so I decided that playing the Oniichan card couldn't be that bad if he thought it wasn't worth explaining. If anything he'd tell me the awful story behind it so I'd feel bad and never use it again. Of course, though, he never did; I doubt he ever would. Instead, he would simply avoid telling and directed the topic elsewhere. He turned to me now with a tired stare, "honestly Kagome," he took a napkin of Kikyo's and dabbed the corners of my mouth with it. "Don't baby me," I playfully smacked his hand away, smiling.

"Hey look," Inuyasha nudged Kikyo's arm. She looked in the direction his finger pointed in. "There's the new girl I was telling you about. What do you think?"

This new piece of conversation sparked my interest. "There's anothernew girl?"

"Another?" Sango mumbled, covering her full mouth with her neon nail polished hands. Her eyes flickered to Kikyo, and then she was suddenly unable to hold back laughter. "Maybe Kikyo's new to you, but she got here the week you guys left for America." Sango giggles settled into a smirk. "Funny how you assumed that. Was it because you felt replaced by the new girl in Inuyasha's life?"

I caught a glimpse at the real new girl of the school, her haunting red eyes found mine before she ducked outside. I turned my attention back to Sango. "Whatever you said to make yourself wear the ugly smug look, I'm so happy I didn't hear it."

Thing is though, I did hear it, and what she said was the truth.

When I first moved in with Inuyasha, age four, he felt nothing towards me but hatred. I would hiccup and he scowled at me, I got sick and threw up and he kept me locked in the bathroom for hours. I was even bike riding with him once, and then after falling in a ditch I was unable to get up due to injury. He left me there until nightfall when Mr. Taisho tracked my scent in search of me. Overall, young Inuyasha wasn't nice.

Later I saw why he was so coldblooded.

It was the first day of first grade and while I was eating in the kitchen, I suddenly heard glass shatter. I flinched as Inuyasha walked by and exited through the backdoor, knuckles bleeding. I walked to school that morning and found the other kids throwing rocks at Inuyasha as he headed for the trees.

I found myself defensively standing in front of him in a heartbeat. 'What the heck are you doing?'

'Get out of the way girl!' One shouted. 'He doesn't deserve to be here anyway. My mommy and daddy didn't pay for me to go to school with a half-breed!' Another said. And that's when I picked up a rock of my own, the size of a fist, and threatened to chuck it at the next person who dare open their mouths. I noticed one of my friends then, Yuki. Her once friendly smile that greeted me in the mornings transformed into a glare so serve that I stood stunned until she turned and walked away. Everyone distanced themselves from me that day.

A bubbling sob brought me back to the reason I was there. I slowly faced the hanyou. His head was down and he had a tiny fist curled up next to his eye while the other angrily clutched his hair. I reached out to him, not wanting him to hurt himself, but as soon as I was close enough he slapped my hand away so hard I heard a crack. Again, I was shocked beyond movement. That is until Inuyasha raised his head, eyes raging with wrath but also weeping. His tears rolled down his round face and dripped from his chin.

'Why did you do that?' He had screamed at me, reaching out to dig his nails into my shoulders. I held back a whimper. 'Now they're going to hate you too!'

'They?' I said dumbly, cocking my head to the side. Where they that important? He glared, shoving me to the ground. 'I didn't see anyone there who was going to matter in fifty years.' His lips were trembling then, eyes so, so vulnerable and hurt. I pulled him to the ground with me, letting him rest his head against my chest as he cried. 'But you can bet that I'll be here.'

Our friendship started right then and there.

So that's why I felt hurt now. Why was Inuyasha mingling with the likes of the people who used to treat him horribly? Sango was a lost cause, but Kikyo? She was a mystery. I didn't know how much she could hurt Inuyasha, and I didn't want to. That's why I didn't want her around…

I hated how Inuyasha welcomed her with extended arms, eager to be friends. He was even tolerating Sango, the bitch endlessly mocked us both with every spare second she had, and now she was ass kissing because she didn't want to disappoint Kikyo.

I didn't understand. If we were gone all last week how the hell does he even know Kikyo so well?

I was definitely talking to him about this later and he's going to hear an ear full.

Dx Sorry if that was confusing, let me know if it was, but I hope you liked it :3 Special thanks to sherry15 and Breeluv. Your reviews really gave me confidence to write this chapter .:hearts:. Also thanks to the fans/alerts! And honestly, I'm actually really scared about this story. Even though I'm determined to finish it, the fear of not is still there. *Game face* My New Years Revolution is to finish my first story ever! This one(: So stay tuned, R&R/fan/alert all that good stuff. Oh, and about this new girl, the red eyed on, if/when you review tell me what demon from the InuYasha anime you think she is. Hint: the demon appears only once in one of the earlier episodes and is my all time favorite one .:another heart:. If/when you leave a review tell me your favorite demon of Inuyasha you like best ;) Until next time.