InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ A Bad Way to Start Off a School Day ( Chapter 3 )

Learn to Trust

 

Chapter 3

 

A Bad Way to Start Off a School Day

 

 

 

I go directly to my locker opening it and started emptying my backpack inside of it. I put all the books that I didn't need, keeping the ones that I did. The ones for my first two classes since the class rooms were right around the corner from each other. Last I put my pack in their not really wanting to carry it. I closed my locker and headed to my first class; Geometry.

 

I strolled in the classroom ignoring everyone who was there, and moved right to my normal seat. The seat in the back, but closest to the window. I sat down and sighed, having yet to take off my hood and sunglasses and won't until the teacher yell at me to do so. With my pathetic disguise, I looked at my classmates.

 

It was really sad how people separate from each other and you can tell who they are just by where they are seated and what they are doing. For instance, the nerds and geeks were in front of the classroom books, notes and homework out, ready to learn. The jocks and cheerleaders were in the middle of the room, just like what they wanted, to be center of attention, they were among the most loud and most ignorant people in the room. The Goths were in the back, all wearing black some black and red, they were talking quietly about who knows what and who really cares what. The popular were right next to the jocks and cheerleaders, most of them sat against the wall to `over look' their classmates.

 

The quiet ones were usually the ones scattered around the ends of the rows, not really in the middle, they were just as they were, quiet. Most were reading books or writing or drawing something, and not paying attention to any one else. The semi popular also scattered around they were talking to anyone and didn't really mind who they were talking to (most being the popular), just being friendly. That's what made them semi popular because of the amount of people they knew. It was funny because if you really thought about it, they were the most popular having befriends all types, the jocks, pops, Goths, nerds, geeks and lames.

 

Now the lames, they were the people who wanted to be popular but wasn't. They were mostly made fun in one of either two forms or both. First being, made to believe they were popular but in truth was just a big joke that the real popular people laughed at behind their back. The second being was just the ones who were pointed and laughed at in their face. I could go on and on with the trouble makers, skaters, over achiever but believe me there is not enough time in the day to even separate them, and besides they usually blended in with another group.

 

Now me, where do I fit? Well I could be with the quiets, seeing how I don't usually talk unless I'm talked to and then it would be something sarcastic and rude. But that would make me apart of the trouble makers, and I'm not even that bad. I could also be geeks and nerds because I'm probably one of the smartest people in here, but let's face it; I'm too good looking to be dubbed that. If I wanted I could be part of the popular or semi popular cliques, I was good looking enough, rude enough for sure. I even got invited to a few parties that I went to just to get drunk or high. I even got asked more than once to `hang out' with them. But I declined, not really being a people person, not that I want to be one, because I don't.

 

I was just a loner. Only showing up to the events, being they were either in school or out, when they fit my own needs. And that's the way I liked it. A lot of people stayed out of my way, since I was known to get in a lot of fights I had enough bruises to prove that, even if the fights weren't exactly street ones like I claim. Some people saw me fight out of school enough to prove that I can fight and beat the living shit out of anyone who provokes me enough.

 

Well, almost anyone, I still can't win one against my own father now can I?

 

“Oh Sango shut up.” Said a laughing girl's voice, from the hall and was closing in quick. The voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked toward the door in time to see the most beautiful girl enter the classroom with her best friend behind.

 

She was the truly a goddess. She had an evenly tanned skin that was her own natural color; she never went tanning, not that she needed to. She had rosy lips that didn't need lipstick, but she glossed to give of a moisture look to it. Easy to say her smile was always gentle. Her face was of natural beauty, if she wore make up it was never a lot, again not like she needed to. She had the most beautiful chocolate eyes that were filled with so much emotion and depth; you could always tell what she was feeling just by looking into them. Her midnight black hair, a shade that rivals my own, was always shiny and smooth. It was so thick to, yet you could tell just by looking at it that your fingers would easily go right through it without trouble. It was long to going to the end of her back. She stood at 5'7'' with an athletes body, not being over muscular but very toned, anyone can see it just by looking at her.

 

Don't get me wrong, she's not one to wear skimpy clothes like most girls do. Her always fit her body not too tightly and some times never to loose. Clothes that easily moved with her. Like today, she was wearing a white skirt that stopped at her thighs, a pink shirt that had -Is it hot in here or is it me- in red letters with a fiery design as a background. She then had on pink flip-flops on. It looked perfect on her.

 

She was a popular, but not your usual stuck-up, it's all about me, I'm the most beautiful person in the school, touch me and die popular. She was friends with everyone, making her semi popular, but her beauty, style, smarts, and ability to make anyone smile made her popular. Every guy wanted her and I was no exception, I wanted her to taste to love and to hold. But I knew that would never happen, I had a better chance of my father letting me go with a farewell gift.

 

The goddess name was-

 

“Kagome Higurashi I'm dead ass serious, he said that.” Laughed, the one named Sango, the goddess's best friend.

 

Sango Taijiya was beautiful girl with a fiery attitude. She took nothing from no one, not male or female. She stood up for her beliefs and her friends. She was standing at 5'8'' but had the same type built as Kagome. She had long black hair that stopped about mid back. She wore black capris and a red shirt, with a heart in the middle of it, and red and black flip flops.

 

The two girls walked toward the back and towards me. No they weren't coming over to say hi, Kagome's chair was right next to mine and Sango's were on the other side of her. Actually in all of the classes that the two of us have together, which were like three, her seat was around mind. Either it in front, behind or next to me, it was close to me.

 

I use to think that she secretly liked me, that's why she always sat next to me, but that idea was just plain stupid. How can someone like her even be remotely interested in someone like me? I would more likely get my father to stop beating on me before that happens and that idea was laughable.

 

“Oh wow, I wish I was there to see the perverts face.” Kagome smiled putting her books on her desk.

 

“It was priceless Kags, and then to see him try to take it back. I couldn't stop laughing.” Sango sat down with soft sigh thinking about what ever the two were talking about. It was most likely Sango's boyfriend, Miroku Houshi, or the pervert to anyone else, mostly girls. He truly was a first class A Pervert and proud of it.

 

“Well, he's your man. You have to put up with him I don't.” Kagome said finally sitting down. She looked my way and offered me a smile, something she did every day. I nodded back, the same thing I did every day. I then turned my head looking outside so she couldn't see my bruises on my face; I was not a pretty boy. I heard Kagome telling Sango something but I ignored it, no use in ogling something I'll most likely never have.

 

I looked outside wishing I was out there, but I made myself go to school everyday I could walk. Even if it was just to get out of my house, but I knew that wasn't my only reason. I really wanted to finish high school. I was a junior and had one more year to go. Seeing how I would be eighteen before senior year I planned on doing that year away from home permanently, but by some twist of cruel fate if I couldn't get away from the house, I still planed on graduating. It was not something my father and mother completed; both being dropouts in their senior year. They ran away and got married before they could graduate, hell they didn't even finish their first semester.

 

That was the only thing I planned on doing with my life, which was my only goal right now. That was the one thing that I would do even if I had to take a whole other year with their abuse. I don't plan on dieing until then, after that I would give my own father a gun to finish me off. I wouldn't care anymore; I did the one thing that made me better and smarter than them. I could die happily knowing that.

 

Truth be told, once my guidance counselor tell me I would definitely graduate, that's when I would smile, go home, and not care what they do to me. Just knowing would satisfy me, I really don't care if I had the paper or not.

 

Here's a secret, I'm not really expecting to reach age nineteen. I would be lucky enough to reach eighteen. I don't know how much more my body could take, how much my mind can take. I don't think it's much longer now, I smiled at the idea, and I was more than ready for death, in fact ready to embrace it with open arms.

 

But first I needed to speck to my guidance counselor, Kaede Takahashi also known as Ms. Kaede, to see how I was doing academically. She was a nice old lady, always smiling and worrying over my bruises. I don't think she really buys my lies about fights on the streets but until I tell her something differently, she couldn't do anything about it. And believe me; I'm not planning on taking that road again for a long time.

 

I think I'll go see her today after-

 

“Mr. Taisho!” a loud voice interrupted my thoughts. The voice belonged to the math teacher Mr. Grant. He was usually a nice guy but gets angry quick. I looked up at him, through my glasses and glared, even though he didn't see it. “How nice it is of you to join us.” I guess class started sometime when I was in my own world.

 

A few students snickered and I bit my tongue to keep from lashing out at them and teacher. I don't need another detention.

 

“Do you think you can honor us once more by removing you sunglasses and hood? After all this is a classroom, we're not outside. The sun isn't about to blind you in here.” Mr. Grant sarcastically said,

 

I complied without lashing out, though it took a great deal of will power. Without taking my eyes off the man who stood before me, I pulled off my sun glasses, first. His eyes widened at the sight of my eye. I pulled my head out of my hood, still looking at him. This time the whole class gasped at the sight of my swollen cheek, black eye and busted lip.

 

“Keh, happy?” I asked with my voice dripping of sarcasm. I looked down at my desk and opened my notebook to a new page.

 

“Another fight Inuyasha?” He asked me with a concern voice. I simply scoffed at the stupid question.

 

“Don't worry,” I said in a cold voice, “it wasn't on your precious school grounds. So no need to get the principle involved again.” I looked back at him and smiled cruelly. “Now if you will, Mr. Grant, I don't think we came here to learn about my new victim. You can get on with the teaching.”

 

Mr. Grant looked at me sadly; my words didn't affect him like it did in the beginning of the year. He just leaned down to me and whispered, “Whether you believe me or not, I do worry about you.” He then stood up and went back to the front, once again gaining the attention of my classmates who were staring at me a little too long.

 

“Inuyasha,” said a soft whispering voice. I turned to my right and looked at the goddess. Her eyes had a glassy look to them like she was about to cry. I raised one eye bow in question. “Are you alright?”

 

I rolled my eyes, how was I to answer that? My entire body was on fire with every move I made, though I should be more than use to it. That innocent question sickened me the most, because no one really cared how well I was. They only asked so they clear their own conscious once I said yes. It was like some saying their sorry after someone you knows dies, they say it cause it's the right thing to do. It's the normal thing to do, what else do you do if you feel sorry for them?

 

I guess Kagome was just like them, only asking if I was alright because she felt sorry for me. I don't want hers or anyone else's pity. Things like that set me off quick.

 

I looked at her and narrowed my eyes, “Whatever, just leave me the hell alone, alright?” I guess my anger didn't suppress for goddesses.

 

Kagome looked taken back; I guess no one spoke that way to her before. “I-I was just-” She stuttered her eyes widened in hurt.

 

“Worried for me?” I asked harshly, “Well don't.” I then turned back to the blackboard more than ready to copy notes then get the hell out of there. Unfortunately Sango saw our little display and felt the need to stand up for her friend. And I do mean literally.

 

“Hey Jackass,” She yelled standing up out of her seat. I looked up at her, and so did the rest of the class. “You don't have to be such a bastard to her; she was only worried about your sorry ass.”

 

“Who the fuck said I wanted her god-damn pity?” I yelled back, not taking shit from a bitch. I didn't need this, this morning.

 

“Mr. Taisho, Ms. Taijiya, quiet.” Mr. Grant said yelling at us, but we ignored him..

 

“It's not pity, you self righteous bastard.” She yelled back at me.

 

“Then what the fuck do you call it then, bitch?” I yelled back.

 

“Ms. Taijiya, sit down now. Mr. Taisho, be quiet.” Mr. Grant yelled again walking to us, but he went unnoticed.

 

“Bitch? Who the fuck you calling a bitch, asshole?” she screamed back, looking ready to jump the desk and take a swing at me.

 

“You know what? I'm outta here.” I said standing up, not wanting to deal with this. I was livid, if I didn't get out of here I would punch something and her mouth looked like the perfect target right now. I slammed my books shut and picked them up. I ignored everyone in the room and started walking to the door.

 

“Yeah, run you bastard. I am so sick and tired of you walking around here like someone owes you something.” I stopped at the door, my hand on the knob waiting to see where she was taking this. Some jockey guys stood up, like they were about to protect Sango from me. Like I would sink so low and hit a girl. “Well get a fucking clue no one owns you shit. How many of those fights did you start? I bet you got what you fucking deserve.” She said satisfied. She folded her arms and took a stance of defiance, like she did something great.

 

But her words were a hit home. I kept hearing them over and over in my head. I got what I fucking deserve. I deserved getting my ass fucked up by my father? I deserved him stomping me and knocking my unconscious? When did I ever deserve that? I never did anything to him to deserve what he did to me. What did Sango know? She knew nothing, she would never understand the shit I go through every night. And I told her just that.

 

“FUCK YOU SANGO!” I yelled at her turning to her, more people stood up ready to protect the bitch against me if they had to. “YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME OR WHAT I DESERVE! NO ONE FUCKING DESERVES THE SHIT I GO THROUGH NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER FUCKING NIGHT! NOT EVERYONE LIVES A HAPPY LIFE LIKE YOU! AND I NEVER ACT LIKE SOMEONE OWES ME SHIT, BECAUSE I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU OR ANYONE ELSE! SO WHAT MAKES YOU THE FUCKING EXPERT, HUH? DON'T TALK ABOUT SHIT YOU HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE ABOUT.”

 

I really wanted to put a fist in someone or something, and since fight on schools were looked down upon and could get me into a lot of trouble I did the next best thing. I turned around and slammed my right fist into the wall effectively making a small crater in it. Without another word or look, I opened the door walked out.

 

The teacher called my name and came after me but I ignored him until he grabbed my good shoulder and turned me around. I looked at him and didn't see the anger that I thought he had for me because I interrupted his class, all that was there was worry.

 

I sighed, all of my anger leaving me. Mr. Grant was one of my favorite teachers; he stayed trying to get me out of trouble. I at least owed him an apology for interrupting his class.

 

“Look, Mr. Grant, I'm sorry about you class-” He scoffed at that.

 

“Forget the class Inuyasha this is more important.” He said. He walked me away from the class door where everyone was peaking out from. “Inuyasha you are my brightest student. You have the highest grades in the class. You are an intelligent young man and I know you can go far one day.”

 

I rolled my eyes at this. “What's your point?”

 

“My point Inuyasha is,” he said stopping at the corner of the hall. He turned to me and sighed. “I hate seeing you coming in my class every week sporting new bruises and wounds. I never believed you when you say that you are constantly fighting someone on the street. I always believed that there were something more, something more deep that everyone was missing. And I think I figured it out.”

 

“What's that?” I asked leaning against the wall, my right hand which was bruised ever since this morning was throbbing painfully. I think I broke a few bones in it when I punched the wall. But like what I normally do when something aches me, I ignored the pain. I instead stared at my teacher with a bored look on my face. I had a feeling where he was getting at, and not liking it one bit.

 

“You said something in class. Something that finally helped me figure you out?”

 

“What's that?” I asked again.

 

“You said, and I quote `No one deserves the shit I go through night after night after fucking night' unquote.”

 

“I said that?” I asked replaying what I yelled out in class. I was just rambling not really thinking about what I said as I said it. I was just trying to get a point across.

 

“Yes you did.” He answered. I raised an eyebrow in question.

 

“And that helped `you figure me out', how?”

 

“Inuyasha,” he said ignoring my question, or answering it I have yet figured out, “are you abused at home?”

 

“Say what?” I asked with a chuckle. I folded my hands looking at the man who stood two inches shorted than me. “What makes you think that?”

 

“You did. I've always suspected it seeing how when ever someone mentions you parents you get defensive. It's your sore spot.” Which was true, “What happens to you ever night, Inuyasha? What happens to you that no one deserves? Does your dad abuse you physically?”

 

“And if he does?” I asked dancing around the answer. I'm not going to answer that without knowing the consequences.

 

“If he does, then I'm going to work on getting you out of that house. Like you said, no one deserves that, especially you.” He said folding his arms.

 

I chuckled again and looked at him with a smirk on my face. “Really, so if I tell you that my father gets drunk and high night after night, finds stuff to blame on me, and then beats the shit out of me, you're going to take me away from there?”

 

“Yes.” He said nodding.

 

“So if I tell you, that my mother just sits there and watch him beat the shit out of me, then drinks and laughs, you're going to take me away from there?”

 

“Yes.” He said more positively and urgently.

 

“And if I tell you these things, your going to go to the police, make a report. Have someone from social services watch my family for a few days. And if what I say is true they'll take me away from there.” I asked seriously, but my smirk never leaving my face.

 

“Yes, they'll put you somewhere safe, let you finish school here. And when you turn eighteen they'll help you get in your feet. Help you if you want to go to college or go right to work. You're parents well be dealt wit lawfully and you never have to see them again, if you don't want to. All you have to do is trust me.”

 

BINGO! There was that word again, trust. How I hated that word. The last time I trusted someone to get me away from my parents ended badly, seeing how I'm still with them. I have a large scar in the middle of my back right on my spine to remind me that the consequences of that one. I was promised death if I tried that again, or so much pain that I would want death. I believe that one.

 

I promised myself I would never try that again. The less pain I had to go through until I reach my eighteenth the better. I can handle the little fights that the bastard and I have, it's the big ones that happen after I try to escape to soon that I can't. Besides I trust no one but myself to get myself away from them.

 

I looked at my teacher and smiled, he smiled back. “Well Mr. Grant. After much consideration I've come to a conclusion. I would go through with this whole deal, if it were to be true” His smile evaporated. “My father doesn't hit me, and my mother loves me. In fact they both hate the fact that I come home with these bruises and wounds. But that's my life. I love my parents and could never imagine harming them in that way, what so ever.” My smiled never waved as I lied through my teeth.

 

He looked at me, I knew that he didn't believe me but without me saying otherwise he couldn't do anything about it. He sighed and looked down. “I understand. When you feel your safe you know that you can come to me. And if not me, then someone before it's too late. Come on let's get back to class.”

 

“You're going to let me come back?” I asked skeptical.

 

“As long as you and Ms. Taijiya don't start up again, I'll let it all go.”

 

“That's on her.” I said unfolding my arms. “She doesn't say anything to me, and I won't say anything to her.”

 

“Inuyasha…” he pleaded.

 

“Fine, I'll be the mature one and ignore her.” I said.

 

“That's all I asked, and I'll talk to her. Why don't you go to the nurse and get that hand looked at then come back to class.”

 

“And the wall?” I asked.

 

“I'll just say I hit the desk on it when I was moving it.” he said smiling.

 

“Whatever.” I said and began walking away from him towards the nurse. I could have asked him why he was being so nice to me, but truth be told I didn't dare. I don't go counting my blessing, if he wanted to be nice to a lost cause that's on him.

 

I entered the nurse's office; the nurse looked at me and sighed. I was a frequent visitor.

 

“Back again, Inuyasha?” said the nurse. She was a nice lady, her name was Ms. Paul. She had a nurse's degree and was qualified to work in any hospital. She actually worked in a hospital some weekday nights and the weekends. She only worked as a school nurse because she felt that a lot of school nurses weren't qualified enough to do more than give students ice packs and let them lay down.

 

“Tell me about it.” I said taking a seat on the chair next to her desk.

 

“Do you have a pass this time?” She asked. She was going to treat me either way.

 

“No, Mr. Grant just sent me.”

 

“It would be silly of me to think you actually would have one, wouldn't it?” she asked recording my name in the log-in book. Out of everyone else, I was there every week.

 

“You said it not me.” I said smiling.

 

“What is it this time? The bruises on your face?” she asked standing up, she came me and tilted my face towards the light. “You seem to be healing okay.” She said letting my chin go, she however went to her cabinet and came back with an ointment and directed me to put it on my eye. I did as she was told.

 

“Actually, it's my hand. Let's say I had a fight with a wall.” I said holding up my hand.

 

“Of course you did.” She said sarcastically but with a smile. “You seem to be having those a lot.” She looked at my hand an unraveled the bandages. “I wish you would learn the wall will always win.” She frowned at my hand.

 

It was black and blue, and swollen. She took the ointment and rubbed in my hand. She felt around my hand, and told me I was lucky, nothing was broking. I guess I was wrong. She said it was sprained and I shouldn't use it anytime soon. That warning fell on deaf ears, I have to take notes and then I had to go to work with required the use of my hands.

 

She rewrapped my hand in a new bandage and gave me a small sample of the ointment to use my hand. She said it would keep the swelling down and keep help it turn back to its normal color soon. She said apply it every time I changed my bandaged. I made a mental note to buy some for myself, when I get my check. She gave me two Tylenol to stop the pain, and I took two more packages when she wasn't looking. Once she dubbed me good for now, she let me go.

 

I slowly walked back to my class, books in my good hand. I opened the classroom door and everyone looked at me. I rolled my eyes and moved to sit back in my seat, ignoring the glare Sango gave me. I sat down and opened my books, using my bruised hand I began to write down the notes on the bored.

 

Little after ten minutes I got there, a folded note landed on my desk. I looked to my right and say Kagome smile at me and went back to her notes. I opened the note and read; a smile crawled up on my face.

 

Inuyasha

I'm sorry about everything that happened. It was my fault for everything, please forgive me. Sango shouldn't have said what she said, she had no right, and I should have shut her up. I'll talk to her later. I also wanted to say that I am worried for you and if I do this and it offends you I'm sorry. I can't help it. Every week your hurt and I hate to see that. But I don't pity you, I know you're strong because even in pain you still show up to school. You're the strongest person I know. I don't know what happens to you that causes you pain, but I do hope that it stops soon. Just like you said, no one deserves that.

Hope we can be friends,

Kagome

 

I reread the letter, looking at the crossed out marks and erased marks. She put a lot of thought in this letter. I smiled again, and then ripped a piece of it at the bottom. I folded the rest of it and put it in my pocket. I then wrote on the ripped piece:

 

Kagome

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone off at you. To answer your question from earlier, I'll live. I don't blame you.

Inuyasha

 

I folded the paper and when the teacher turned to the blackboard I tossed it on her desk, and looked at the teacher as if I knew nothing happened. I looked at her from the corner of my eye as she unfolded the letter and read. She smiled, and folded it again, and just as I done, she put the letter in her pocket. Then she went back to her notes, her smile never leaving her beautiful face. Mine stayed as well.

 

I think this would turn out to be a good day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N::: How's that for long? I could do longer though. Looks like a friendship will bloom soon between the two and who knows maybe love. (How lame do I sound know) Chapter 4 will be up soon, I hope. Truth be told, I have no idea where I'm taking this. I think I know how it's going end but that's all. I thought I was going to go another way for this chapter, but I just go as I type.

~~~***Much Love, Story***~~~

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and gang (for now.) but most characters are my own.