InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Boys Don't Blush ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: fluffyearedinulvr2 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 760 | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed
edited
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.27.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 760 | Visits: 589 | Status: Completed
“Can you believe it? He totally blew off Kikyo!” Ayumi had a bright smile on her face while saying this.
“ This guy has done a lot of firsts this year, and it’s only the second day!”
Yuka turned to me, “Hey Kagome, you never mentioned meeting him before!”
Eri decided to join in the conversation, “Yeah! Not only that, you never said he was tutoring you! How lucky can a girl get? What do you think of him?”
I stopped and faced both of them, “ I think he’s an arrogant immature prick that needs to grow up.”
“So…” Yuka began, “ There’s no hope of you guys hooking up?”
I immediately shouted a “ No Way!” at them and kept walking into school, red as a fire truck.
First Period...English. It’s not nearly as bad as my other classes, but I can barely speak Japanese In the morning, how can they expect me to speak some other language?
“ Hello and welcome to English Class!”
The only response besides the blank stares was someone snoring in the back of the room.
“ So! How was everyone’s’ summer?”
…more blank stares.
“ Wait! Don’t tell me! Write it!”
Someone coughs.
The teacher puts her arms down and gets off the chair with a giant sigh.
“ My name is Tojo-san and this is English class. Write what you did over the summer down in your notebooks and submit it to me at the end of class.”
The class lazily took out their notebooks and began writing.
“Well, that was a pointless class” I later told Ayumi on the way to Japanese Arts.
“Tell me about it, half the class didn’t even do anything.”
We said our good-byes and went our separate ways at the Japanese Arts room. That’s when I remembered…. He, Mr. Perfect, was in this class! I hurriedly took out a compact mirror out of my purse and some lip-gloss I kept handy.
“ I don’t think that will help, but you could always try plastic surgery.”
I whipped around to find myself face to face with the one guy I hoped I didn’t have to see until next period.
“ You’re not in this class” I stated as coldly as I could.
“ Bravo Einstein, now if you could just be that perceptive when it comes to your algebra skills.”
Oh he did not just say that.
I was literally burning with fury as I pictured all the ways to mutilate that handsome face of his when the door opened and I was bumped forward, right into him.
If you think this is the moment when he catches me in his arms and everything is forgotten except our “secret love” for each other, think again.
“Stupid! You just got that make-up crap on my shirt!”
“ It wasn’t my fault!”
“ Oh yeah sure, that was an accident.”
“ Yeah it WAS! And YOU should have moved anyways!”
“ Your right, I should’ve.”
“ And for that matter–wait what?”
He broke into a smirk, “ Yeah, would’ve been funny to see you face-plant on the floor.”
All the anger held up at him previously exploded in a shout…” YOU ARE INFURIATING!”
“ Yeah, well, what are you gonna do about it?”
hem-hem
We both stopped our ranting and slowly turned around where Mrs. Tamori’s long face was peeking around the door, along with half the class.
“ It seems you two have some problems you need to work out.” She said with a malicious smile in his direction. “ Might I recommend Ms. Meiji, the school councilor?”
I had to cut in, I put on my biggest smile, “ It’s all right Mrs. Tamori we’re fine now, just a little disagreement between friends.”
She wasn’t buying it. She responded with an equally sweet smile, “ Oh no Ms. Higurashi, I insist, in fact why don’t you go this period, I’m sure she’s in her office.”
“but–“
“ Go on now, I’m sure you can make it all up. Mr. Saito, I’ll tell Mr. Myoji where you are.”
With a giant sigh I started walking down the hall, Jerkface right behind me, towards the school councilor…also known as the school nutcase.
“ This guy has done a lot of firsts this year, and it’s only the second day!”
Yuka turned to me, “Hey Kagome, you never mentioned meeting him before!”
Eri decided to join in the conversation, “Yeah! Not only that, you never said he was tutoring you! How lucky can a girl get? What do you think of him?”
I stopped and faced both of them, “ I think he’s an arrogant immature prick that needs to grow up.”
“So…” Yuka began, “ There’s no hope of you guys hooking up?”
I immediately shouted a “ No Way!” at them and kept walking into school, red as a fire truck.
First Period...English. It’s not nearly as bad as my other classes, but I can barely speak Japanese In the morning, how can they expect me to speak some other language?
“ Hello and welcome to English Class!”
The only response besides the blank stares was someone snoring in the back of the room.
“ So! How was everyone’s’ summer?”
…more blank stares.
“ Wait! Don’t tell me! Write it!”
Someone coughs.
The teacher puts her arms down and gets off the chair with a giant sigh.
“ My name is Tojo-san and this is English class. Write what you did over the summer down in your notebooks and submit it to me at the end of class.”
The class lazily took out their notebooks and began writing.
“Well, that was a pointless class” I later told Ayumi on the way to Japanese Arts.
“Tell me about it, half the class didn’t even do anything.”
We said our good-byes and went our separate ways at the Japanese Arts room. That’s when I remembered…. He, Mr. Perfect, was in this class! I hurriedly took out a compact mirror out of my purse and some lip-gloss I kept handy.
“ I don’t think that will help, but you could always try plastic surgery.”
I whipped around to find myself face to face with the one guy I hoped I didn’t have to see until next period.
“ You’re not in this class” I stated as coldly as I could.
“ Bravo Einstein, now if you could just be that perceptive when it comes to your algebra skills.”
Oh he did not just say that.
I was literally burning with fury as I pictured all the ways to mutilate that handsome face of his when the door opened and I was bumped forward, right into him.
If you think this is the moment when he catches me in his arms and everything is forgotten except our “secret love” for each other, think again.
“Stupid! You just got that make-up crap on my shirt!”
“ It wasn’t my fault!”
“ Oh yeah sure, that was an accident.”
“ Yeah it WAS! And YOU should have moved anyways!”
“ Your right, I should’ve.”
“ And for that matter–wait what?”
He broke into a smirk, “ Yeah, would’ve been funny to see you face-plant on the floor.”
All the anger held up at him previously exploded in a shout…” YOU ARE INFURIATING!”
“ Yeah, well, what are you gonna do about it?”
hem-hem
We both stopped our ranting and slowly turned around where Mrs. Tamori’s long face was peeking around the door, along with half the class.
“ It seems you two have some problems you need to work out.” She said with a malicious smile in his direction. “ Might I recommend Ms. Meiji, the school councilor?”
I had to cut in, I put on my biggest smile, “ It’s all right Mrs. Tamori we’re fine now, just a little disagreement between friends.”
She wasn’t buying it. She responded with an equally sweet smile, “ Oh no Ms. Higurashi, I insist, in fact why don’t you go this period, I’m sure she’s in her office.”
“but–“
“ Go on now, I’m sure you can make it all up. Mr. Saito, I’ll tell Mr. Myoji where you are.”
With a giant sigh I started walking down the hall, Jerkface right behind me, towards the school councilor…also known as the school nutcase.