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Chapter 4: Memories

*School Monday Morning*

"Pencils down everyone," says an overly cheerful teacher. I place my mechanic pencil in a pencil case, stretching my legs. Passing the papers forward I heard the moans and complaints of my fellow classmates; I resisted the urge to join in. Mrs. Amacker gave some brutal pop quizzes. What kind of teacher gives out quizzes at the beginning of the year anyways? I knew nothing about a directrix or a parabola…I'm only a freshman!

"I hope you all did well on the evaluation quiz, it determines what I'll be teaching you this semester." She gave a smile, and the class resumed their complaints of agony. This year was going to suck, despite what I dreamed of occurring this year. Now that he was in the picture, again, it will be hopeless.

My chin slides into my palm; eyes scanning the surrounding foliage, bright skies and flying birds. As Mrs. Amacker went on about evaluations and homework, my mind slipped away; lost in the weekend's events, seeing him again was not expected.

*Flashback: Saturday*

I sigh, taking in my reflection in a mirror hanging on the back of my bedroom door. To be honest, I really didn't enjoy the outfits Ayame keeps giving me. She has loaned more clothes to me then I care to remember. Now, I stand—rather awkwardly might I add—wearing another outfit of hers. This one consisted of a purple knit dress, a bolero jacket to match; along with white, knee high stockings, and purple cow girl boots. All-together, it wasn't a bad outfit; with all the purple fabric and studded boots, it didn't fit my appearance.

I gave another heavy sigh, slipping off the dress and what not to feel more like myself. Something I always felt comfy in: a buttoned flannel shirt, tank top underneath, and jean capris, my new sandals went well with the outfit too. With an approving look, I grab a brush; attempting to tame my frizzy hair.

"If I die young, bury me in satin…" my phone sings to The Band Perry's song If I Die Young. Putting my hair up, I check the text message. This song was one of the greatest! I am big country fan, but I do like other music; that new rap stuff on the radio was growing on me.

~Hey u gonna meet us at Taco Bell or what?~ Ayame

My eye twitches, Ayame knew how to get straight to the point. What was this about Taco Bell though? We were supposed to meet at Steak N' Shake for our girl's day.

~What happened with Steak N' Shake?~ Kagome

I text her back, not even waiting a full minute for her reply.

~Boys, that's what~ Ayame

~Boys aren't allowed on Saturday's, remember?~ Kagome

~Who's idea was it to find romance this year?~ Ayame

~You have a point~ Kagome

~I always have a point, now get here asap. There is a third one who looks really hot!~ Ayame

~Hotter than Koga?~ Kagome

~Koga is mine, you can have this one though. That creepy pervert is giving Sango the eye.~ Ayame

~Funny, she always gets the creepy ones. Poor Sango~ Kagome

~I know, just get here now. Wear what I gave you.~ Ayame

I just love how she can be so demanding…not!

~No way am I wearing that~ Kagome

~Why? It looks great~ Ayame

~Yeah, on you!~ Kagome

~It looks good on you too.~ Ayame

~How would you know? I haven't worn this before.~ Kagome

~Well then get over here so I can. Then I will be able to tell you it looks good on you too.~ Ayame.

She always has to be right…

~Oh fine, I'll be there soon~ Kagome

~See you then!~ Ayame

And with that, I changed once more. I really did not like the way I looked in this outfit, but what harm could wearing this do? I take a second look and go with my hair down.

"Hey, I'm going to Taco Bell with Sango and Ayame." I called to mom as I walked past the kitchen.

"Alright, make sure you have your cell phone on you in case of something." She smiled to me; always worrying, such is a mother when it comes to her children.

"Yes, I've got it right here." I hold it up as proof, smiling.

"Good, I'll see you when you get home."

"Mhmm, love you." I say walking out the door.

"I love you too sweetheart."

Arriving at Taco Bell didn't take long, after all I had a bike. I clicked the chain in place and saw Ayame chatting up Koga and Miroku moving in on Sango. I smile, enjoying the scene; Sango always had to put up with perverts, which was one reason she joined baseball—wanting to be tough and fend for herself. Ayame just liked modeling, and boys were her second priority; which blows my mind that I was the one who thought of meeting boys. The scene then took a turn for the worse when a long haired boy joined them. His black hair fell to his back, brown eyes were visible underneath dark bangs. I could make out a logo of a club on his red t-shirt, Shikon Club. His jeans were naturally ripped in some places, which comes from him being reckless. I already knew who he was.

Feeling uncomfortable, I turn to walk away when Ayame caught glance of me. I could see her waving me down through the glass. He also caught me, his eyes went wide as recognition hit him. I knew who he thought I was, but I wasn't her.

I decide against my better judgment and walk inside. I take a look at Sango, she could tell I was upset; after all, she knew this guy as well. Sango had been there when everything went down, leaving me nearly heartbroken.

"Ah! It's about time she got here, Kagome." Ayame exclaimed, holding hands with Koga. He just looked at her, clearly mesmerized.

"Mmm, sorry I'm late," I glance outside, wishing I had made my escape. "I had issues with clothes." I laugh, tugging at the hem of the dress. I want to change my clothes.

"Well, glad you decided on that. Come here and sit." She patted next to her, giving me a wink. Inuyasha was directly in front of where she was patting. Ayame was clueless.

"Hello, Inuyasha." I say, taking the seat. He gave a glare out the window, obviously realizing now that I wasn't who he thought I was.

"You two know each other?" Ayame asked, bug-eyed.

"Yeah, we go way back. I'd rather keep it to myself for the mean time though." I say, grabbing for Ayame's drink.

"Hmm, alright," she gave a sideways glance, then went back to Koga; giggling the whole time at his stupid jokes.

"So," I lean forward, "fancy meeting you here."

"Hn," he frowns, crossing his arms, "what stupid outfit are you wearing?"

"Excuse me?" I say, offended.

"That is something she would wear."

"Well, I just felt like a change. I think I look great." Sipping on Ayame's drink, I continue, "I don't need your approval."

"No? Well," he gives me that look; the one where it messes with your heart, "it doesn't suit you at all."

"Oh, really?" I ask, hiding my face behind the cup. "Then what does suit me?" I asked; honestly wondering.

"Something really ugly, cuz that's what you are."

My eyes go wide, I wanted to claw at his face off. That perfect face that I made the mistake of falling for in the past. Instead, I kept my cool. "Like I said, I don't need your approval."

"Then don't ask such stupid questions, moron." He said, crossing his arms, declaring that he was tired of the subject or irritated; most likely the irritated one.

I lost it then, spilling the contents of Ayame's drink in his lap, "call me ugly, and I'm cool with it; but I am not a moron!" I shout, throwing the cup at his angered face.

Sango, Ayame, Miroku, and Koga jumped at my out-burst; not thinking, I hold back tears and ran outside. I hated him, always thinking less of me, when I used to think he was my whole world. I was a moron back then; not that I'd admit that out loud.

*End Flashback*

The events that followed consisted of me crying on Sango's shoulder; she tried to fill Ayame in on some of the major details. Koga and Miroku left with Inuyasha, promising to treat us again to Taco Bell. Sango and I weren't much looking forward to it; mostly me. I think Sango has some real potential with that guy.

The bell rang the end of class, and we all filed out. I caught up with Sango and Ayame in the hallway, on our way to lunch. Sango had gotten closer to Miroku on Sunday, bumping into him at a sport's store.

"He also plays baseball," Sango said.

"Hm, well that's good," I say while looking down, "you two have something in common." Inuyasha and I never did have anything in common, unless you count her. I can still remember how he drooled over her, and was at her beck and call twenty four seven; the thought of it makes me sick. However, he was the one who suffered most in that relationship anyway.

"Yeah, how about you Ayame," Sango chimed in, "what is Koga into?"

"He is into photography," she swished her hair back, "modeling photography."

"I wouldn't have pegged him for that type." I say.

"Neither would I." Sango smiled.

"He is a great photographer! I've seen some of his work." Ayame states.

"They sure do go well together," Sango whispers, "the photographer and the model."

"Yeah," I reply with a laugh.

We arrived at lunch, standing in the un-worldly long line. Seniors got the honor to leave second period early for a head start to lunch; can't wait for my turn. Grabbing our trays, we sit at our usual spot: a table close to the outside door with teachers surrounding us. Not exactly the best seat in the house, but it had quick access to an exit; which was a blessing when it came to leaving the cafeteria.

"So, I know all about this Inuyasha fellow," Ayame says while picking at some nasty looking corn, "but what did he do to you to make you hate him so much?"

"I don't really hate him," I reply, scooping mashed potatoes with a fork; we never saw spoons or knives in this cafeteria—which made it hard to eat steak or soup, "Inuyasha is just a jerk that I used to know and hang out with."

"I know that much," Ayame sighed, looking at my solemn expression. I always got this way whenever he was brought up, "how did you meet?"

"We went to the same middle school." I finish my food; crossing my fingers together in front of me, "He was an eighth-grader and I was a sixth-grader."

"So, that makes him a junior now?" Sango asked.

I gave a nod, "yeah, it all started when I asked him to come over to my house," my eyes glaze over with the memory playing in my mind, "I thought he was the coolest guy I'd ever seen; and I gathered up the courage to see if he wanted to hang out. Well, needless to say, he came over and we did get to know each other better. I found out he hates cats, and loves ramen noodles; he also loves to collect swords, and his favorite color is red. I learned all of this in about thirty minutes before she came into the picture."

"Who is she?" Ayame asked.

"My older sister, Kikyo…"

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