InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Judge Me Not ( Chapter 21 )

Learn To Trust

 

Chapter 21

 

Judge Me Not

 

"Do not judge and you will never be mistaken," --Rousseau

 

 

 

It took me about two hours to get myself dressed and to get to school. To my utter surprise and disappointment I actually made it to school before the first warning bell. See I have this problem; whenever I have a hangover, for some unexplainable and infuriating reason, I always wake up before the sun. Speaking of which my hangover was just a dull pain that left me aching at light and sounds, and what's worst I think I left my painkillers at home.

 

The only reason that I came to school was because Toga barged into my room and started making demands. So it was either deal with him along with a fucking hangover or deal with school and a fucking hangover. Doesn't take much to figure out which one was the best choice.

 

Much to my pain, the damn bell rung and everyone was noisily entering the room. I felt a few eyes on me, which I ignored as always. I wasn't surprised with the stares, with what happened yesterday and now I'm in class in my darkest sunglasses on along with a black and white bandana, and my black hoodie with the hood up and hanging over my face.

 

Before the second bell could ring the substitute teacher came in, and looked around the room, her gaze landed on me and I waved at her. Her eyes drew together in a frown but I didn't make a move. Damn….what the hell was her name? Shit, I forgot, oh well, must not be that important.

 

“Mr. Taisho, please remove you're hood.” Ms. what's-her-name said. I removed my hood and watched her as she sighed again, no doubt at my bandana and sunglasses. “Must we play this game again?” she asked.

 

“I wasn't aware of games Mrs. Something-or-Another.” I said tiredly; she frowned at the name and slammed her things on the desk, I winced at the pain it caused my hangover.

 

“I do not care what ails you Mr. Taisho, but I will not have such disrespect in my class.” The bitch of a teacher said.

 

Then stop talking to me and teach the damn class, and you won't have to worry about any fucking disrespect, I thought to myself as I untied my bandana, but I wasn't removing my glasses, it was too damn bright in here to begin with. I put the rubber band that was around my wrist at the in the middle of my hair, making a loose ponytail.

 

“The sunglasses, young man.”

 

“This crazy bitch,” I muttered under my mouth, “The glasses serve as the same purpose as the patch.” I replied calmly.

 

“Do you have a doctor's note?” she asked, and I stood up. “Where are you going?”

 

“Let's face it lady,” I replied as I pull my pack on my back. “The fact is that no matter how I come in here you already have a biased opinion about me so you're going to pick at every little thing I do, in the end the result is I'm going to leave this room. So why waste my time and their time,” I said nodding toward the rest of the class, “and just leave early. I just won't come back till next week, when I know you'll be gone. This way you won't have to worry about The Terrible Inuyasha Taisho interrupting your class.” I stood up ready to leave.

 

“Just sit down Inuyasha.” The lady said resignedly.

 

I looked at her with an eye brow raised, and she pointed to my seat. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down.

 

“Now, since there are no more rude interruptions,” she said with a pointed look at me, I smiled and adjusted my glasses, “we can get this class started on time.”

 

I let the class go one with no interruptions; after all it seems that it doesn't start until I give my cue, because I got it like that. The whole time I was wondering, what the fuck was this lady's name?

 

The bell rung and I stood up after making sure I copied the homework for tonight and last night, I really needed to hand that in and study for the upcoming quiz on Friday. Just because my life was fucked up, I refused to let it alter my plans of graduating, the one thing that neither of my parents succeeded in.

 

“Inuyasha, may I have a word with you before you go?”

 

“About what Mrs. Johnson,” someone finally said her name, though it didn't matter to me, I'd probably forget it tomorrow, anyway.

 

She held up one finger to show she needed a minute as she talked to a few students who were leaving.

 

“Bye, Mrs. Johnson,” she said handing the old bat's her work for the day, her faithful bitch at her heels.

 

“Thank you Kagome, did you understand it better today?” the substitute asked nicely.

 

“A little, I'm still working on it; math isn't one of my strongest subjects.” Kagome said with a sheepish smile.

 

“I'm sure if you continue to work at it, then you'll do fine.” Mrs. Johnson said smiling making me think that there should be a rule against old people smiling. I grimaced, it went unnoticed “I'll see you tomorrow Kagome, Sango.” Kagome nodded and then turned away, but not before our eyes met momentary, neither moved to break the stare but it was broken.

 

“Come on Kags, we should go.” Sango said, gently pulling her best friend. I'm sure she noticed our gazes. Kagome followed yet didn't notice when Sango turned slightly to glare at me, I blew her a kiss (without the hand movements) just to fuck with her. Her glare glowed and I smiled before turning to the substitute teacher to find out what the fuck she wanted.

 

I watched as the old lady closed the door behind the pair and I leaned against the wall waiting, impatiently.

 

“Now Inuyasha,” Mrs. Johnson, said walking over to me, she folded her arms and gave me a pointed look. “What am I going to do with you, and that attitude of yours, mister?”

 

“Shoot me?” I said dryly. I had a feeling about where this conversation was going.

 

I know you're a bright student, you have potential. Work on your attitude.

 

“Inuyasha, I know you're a bright student, you do your work, during class you're quiet and actually listen to me without any smart remarks. You have potential to make something great out of yourself; it's that attitude of yours that needs to be worked on for any of that to happen.”

 

“That and along with the fact that people think they have me figured out before they walk into the door.”

 

She didn't say anything for a while and I thought over just leaving her to her own, and just make a break for it.

 

“I guess I do owe you an apology, for that Inuyasha. I have no reason to judge you before meeting you that was my fault. .” I shrugged my shoulders.

 

“It happens, Mrs. Johnson, it always happen. I guess it's true, do not judge and you will never be mistaken. I gotta go.” I said when I heard the warning bell. I left without hearing her reply and wondered if I should go to my next class. I still had this damn hangover like a mutha.

 

I stepped out the classroom and heard my name being called.

 

“Inuyasha,” I turned to my right and say a hall monitor waving for me, she was a cool lady named Ms. Stone.

 

“Inuyasha,” I turned to my left and the pervert monk was running up to me.

 

Guess I'm the man of the hour. I waited for Miroku to see what his ass wanted, before I handled the authority.

 

“What's up?” I asked him folding my arms.

 

“Next week right?” he asked me.

 

“What about next week?” I wondered.

 

“Me, Sango, anniversary, roof.” He whispered, I still had no idea what he was talking about. “Fifty dollars.” Then it hit me, how could I forget an easy pay.

 

“Oh yeah, course, as long as I get my money.” I said nodding, rubbing my hands together just thinking about the money.

 

“How about sixty instead?” he said and I felt my eyes narrow.

 

“INUYASHA,” Ms Stone called.

 

“I'm coming,” I yelled to her, before turning back to Miroku. “What's the catch?”

 

“I need help setting the shit up, if you don't help me I'm going to have to find someone who does, making me having to tell about the place.”

 

He was right, damn. “Seventy-five, labor ain't cheap.” I said holding my hand out to shake on it.

“You killing me.” He groaned.

 

“Tell that to your dick when she sucking it off after she sees what you plan on doing for her.” I said with a roll of my eyes, his own lit up and he grasped my hand.

 

“That's one way of looking at it.” And I gave him a half smile, though in my head I knew that he probably wasn't going to get shit from that bitch no matter what he did for her.

 

“What exactly needs to be done?” I asked.

 

“Nothing too hard, just setting stuff up there, table, chairs, little stuff.” He smiled at me, but I had a feeling I wasn't getting the whole story.

 

“Better be,” I growled stuffing my hands in my pocket.

 

“Miroku,” a voice came from behind him, he turned and I tilted my head to see who it was.

 

The mighty bitch herself.

 

“Hey, Sango,” Miroku said rubbing the back of his head, the fool was nervous; I didn't resist the urge to roll my eyes. They shared a soft chastise kiss and I found myself looking for Sango's better half.

 

“Inuyasha,” Sango said as if noticing me for the first time, she said it with disgust and I returned the favor.

 

“Bitch,” I smirked down at her cruelly.

 

“Asshole,” she hissed.

 

“Mutha-”

 

“SO INUYASHA,” Miroku screamed, causing me to wince. Yeah like I wanted to be death before age 18, “wasn't Ms. Stone calling for you.”

 

I shrugged my shoulders, not caring for a verbal battle with Sango,

 

“Whatever,” I said sucking my teeth, but just to let it be known it was in an arrogant way, and not displeasing way. I backed away but not before adding. “I look forward to doing business with you in the future, Houshi, ja-ne.” I smirked and turned back around walking to Ms. Stone who was waiting on me.

 

“WHAT did that mean, Miroku?” I heard Sango scream, I chuckled to myself. I think the rumor around school was since I got arrested in school, I was some sort of drug dealer. People are just so gullible

 

“Inuyasha Taisho,” Ms. Stone said as I approached her, I nodded in returned, she was a cool lady. “First of all remove the glasses, you are not outside boy.”

 

“But-”

 

“-no excuses,”

 

“I need-”

 

“-don't want to hear it,” she said folding her arms. I sighed and did as I was told; Ms. Stone was no pushover, unlike certain substitute teachers. “What the hell happened to your eye?” she asked me tilting my head up to the light to see the scar that still decorated my face from my left eyebrow, eyelid, grazed my cheek and to my right ear. But that was nothing; my side was a threaded up mess, and still hurt now and then.

 

“Fought some dude,” I replied automatically, not the total truth, what do I look like telling her my father did the damage?

 

“As always, so how badly did you're people take to you getting arrested in school, beside how bad I'm about to give it to you.” I chuckled up at the old black lady. She was always the next student's Mama.

 

“You have no idea.” I sighed.

 

“I want to know what happened,” She asked as she led me down the hall, “as I take you to ISS.”

 

“For what,” I asked stopping.

 

“I was told you already knew, school skipper.” She said with her hands on her hips.

 

“Ohh,” I said continuing.

 

“Yeah, `ohh'” she mocked, and I grinned. “So what happened?”

 

“Well you see, it wasn't my fault, these guys…” I proceed telling her the reason I was arrested and let go. She nodded and laughed as she brought me into the In-school-suspension room. She left me there to sign in as she went around to my classes to collect my school work for the day.

 

It was alright though, I end up spending the whole day in ISS, catching up on some homework that I needed to do. I wasn't trying to let my grades slip. I wasn't bothered, though stared at, by other students who received the same punishment. What's even better I got my hands on some Tylenol extra strength, and my hangover headache was disappearing. It was over soon enough, though.

 

That's when things go a little more interesting.

 

I was at my locker putting my finished homework away, keeping my geometry book, so I can study the new stuff over, quiz on Friday, when all of a sudden I was forcefully turned around and pushed into my locker. At first I thought it was some guy, who was me to beat the shit on him, but to my surprise it wasn't even a guy.

 

Kagome stood in front of me with her arms crossed and her eyes fiery with her, her whole stance told me she was more than pissed off. It had me wondering what the fuck I do to her.

 

“You arrogant jerk,” she hissed at me, pinching me on my arm.

 

“Ow, what the fuck is up with you? And why you keep on pitching me, wench?” I asked rubbing my arm.

 

“We need to talk, now,” she growled with her hands on her hips.

 

“About what?”

 

“Don't play dumb, Inuyasha,” she said out loud, it caught a few ears who stopped and stared at us. I glared at them and even Kagome turned at them, I'm sure giving a death glare of her own, because they were sent hurrying along. She then turned and leaned in toward me causing me to back up into the locker. “Let's go.” She said, then turned around and started walking down the hall.

 

I stood there, wondering what to do like a fucking sissy.

 

“NOW,” she screamed stopping momentarily, before continuing.

 

When the hell did she get so bossy? I asked myself, as I shut my locker and quickly followed after her, hoping I didn't look too much like an obedient dog.

 

I followed her until we were outside and walking away from the school. She seemed to have calmed down a bit, or at least I hoped she has. I don't think either of us knew where we were going, just kept on going.

 

“So…” I edged her on, hoping to get home before I had to work. The girl was just walking beside me lost in thought ignoring me. If this is why I was following her, then I could go my way.

 

She sighed and looked toward me, “You're such an ass.” She said causing me to raise an eyebrow.

 

“What's your point?” I asked dryly, that wasn't new news.

 

“And arrogant too.” She replied just as dry. We stopped and stared at each other with the same dry expressions on our faces, and then we started walking again.

 

“Did you yell at me in school for me to come with you, just so you can call me an ass?” I asked, which I thought was a really good question.

 

“Nope,” she said her tone still the same, “you're dense too.”

 

I stopped and turned to her, she did the same.

 

“Damnit Kagome,” I groaned, getting annoyed, I knew where this was going. Why is my life so fucking perfect? Perfect in the sense that nothing ever goes my way.

 

“Just what the hell am I suppose to say, when you don't make it any easy for me.” She said with a temper that probably could rival my own. “I care about you fine, but I don't appreciate you throwing it in my face like you did yesterday. You think I'm this fragile girl, Inuyasha, but I'm not. I'm a lot stronger than I look. Can't you tell a little by the fact that I'm talking to you despite yesterday?” she asked with a raised voice.

 

I opened my mouth, but she cut me off. “Shut up, for once in your damned life and I choose my words with reason. Just shut up.” My mouth closed. “Yesterday you talked you mind, can I talk mine's today?” she looked up at me.

 

“Like I have a choice,” I simply stated. I looked across the street and there was a bus stop, with a bench, I nodded toward it and we went over to sit.

 

There was long pause before she started.

 

“I don't really understand why you won't go to anyone for help.” She said so softly that I almost missed it, and wished I did. “But I guess that's the type of person you are, independent and that's what I like about you.

 

“However that may be, it doesn't change the way I feel about you're situation-.” She stopped and I looked down at her. She was looking down at her shoes, though I doubt she really saw them. “You're situation, it's you're life, you choose how you are going to live it and no one is going to stop you.”

 

“Keh,”

”Not even me,” she then looked up at me, and I gave her a questionable stare. “I can't say I agree, but that's okay, it's your life.” She smiled a little, at me. “I was thinking about what you said last night and you're right; you don't need me. You haven't needed me since Kindergarten, and even then it was I who needed you.”

 

I sighed; this was getting a little annoying. “Kagome, I don't remember-”

 

Its okay she said with a soft smile, and it was then I realized that I hated that smile. I'm not the one to read people, I usually don't care if someone say one thing but means another, unless they trying to pull a fast one on me. If someone would tell me that they are okay and any idiot can see they are not, I'm not going to call them out on it. I say `Keh, whatever', and move on. This is all I know, and I'm content with that. With her, with Kagome, it was impossible for me to not read her.

 

Even though she was smiling, her eyes held such sorrow, and pain.

 

“It's really okay that you don't remember because that even proves my point more so.” She added looking down the street, I followed her gaze. A bus was coming down the street and slowly stopped in front of us.

 

We looked at each other and she nodded her head toward the bus, and then got up. I followed her onto the nearly full bus and sat beside her, destination, didn't matter.

 

“So,” she continued once the bus started again, “you don't need me, and probably even so, I don't need you.” She said and looked out the window. “With college opportunities just around the corner coming, that's where my concentration needs to be. Knowing you, you probably haven't even started looking into colleges; much less actually want to attend.”

 

“HEY,” I screamed, a little offended.

 

She smiled wholly, “So you have looked into some?” She asked amused, as if she knew the answer.

 

“That's not the point,” I said as I felt my right eye twitch. “Just because it's true doesn't mean, you can assume it's true.” Did that make sense?

 

“I call it like I see it,” she laughed.

 

“Moving on…” I said aggravated, though I couldn't swipe the smile off my face.

 

“Right,” she said and calmed a bit, “So we don't need each other, probably the best for the both of us is to stay away from each other.”

 

“So why are you here?” I asked softly, looking at her, she looked out the window.

 

“Because I want to be here.” She answered, she then looked at me. “I want to be in your life, Inuyasha.”

 

“I already told you, Kagome, my life isn't safe for someone like you.”

 

“There you go again,” she growled, “you don't know me Inuyasha. I'm not as weak as you may think. You talk about Mrs. Johnson having a biased opinion about you, and here you are with a biased opinion about me. I'm have had my shares of problems in life too, and no it doesn't involve my clothes, friends, or someone opinion about me. I do know how cruel people are in this world.

 

“My father was murdered last year, when a gang, attempted him, but was upset when they realized he didn't have more than twenty dollars on him. They could have just let him leave, but they didn't, they killed him, to make it worst I was there. They spared me but shot my father dead in front of me. I still have dreams about that,

 

“I do know the cruelties that this world has to offer, I don't need to be protected from them.” She said sternly. I was stunned; I didn't even know that her father was dead. Last year was a fucked up year for me, then again every year was, but still…

 

“Sorry to hear that,”

 

She shrugged her shoulders, wiping her eyes, “I still hate them for it, and I can't forgive them. What's hard to cope with is that they are still out there some where. I couldn't identify them they were wearing ski masks over their faces. I blame myself for that and still do, however this isn't about me or my father, may he rest in peace, it's about you. I can take care of myself. At least give me a shot, what's the harm?” she ended in a whisper.

 

She really had to make me feel a dick about this; she was good at the whole guilt trip bull. I looked passed her and out the window, we were approaching Downtown. I needed to go home and pick up my uniform for work. I had just enough time to catch the bus home, grab my shit and leave again. Damn, this girl was going to give me hell, I know it.

 

I didn't say anything as the bus pulled to a stop and we silently climbed off. I followed her to where the bus would take her back home. I could tell she was getting nervous because she kept playing with her long strands of hair.

 

“Inuyasha…” she said softly looking up at me, we were in front of her bus and she was waiting for an answer.

 

Fuck me and my goddamn guilt. This is what I get for talking at all when I know to just keep my head down and keep moving, and stay quiet. “Damn,” I sighed and her eyes opened in anticipation. “Look, me and some friends are going to this club on Saturday, you in?”

 

Her eyes widened with happiness at my answer, and I could tell she wanted to just jump up and down.

 

“What-uh-what club?” she asked smiling.

 

“Does it matter?” I growled, “Are you in or not, you can even bring that bitch of a friend and the pervert.” She smiled even wider, if possible and I wondered what in this fucking world was wrong with me.

 

“Yeah, I'm in.” she said.

 

“Got paper?”

 

“Yeah,” she dug around her bag and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I turned her around as I wrote down Bank's address.

 

“Saturday around ten-thirty, come to this place, if you wanna drink and smoke, come early.” I told her then gave her the info. Her smile faltered when I mentioned the extra. “Come early, and look hot.” She nodded then out of no where the crazy girl hugged, and then bounced on her bus, waving. I mocked her wave with an eye roll and turned around to go to my bus.

 

My own fault.

 

 

 

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A/N: Here it is, sooo sorry for the update…but I rewrite this chapter about three times before I found what I liked the best. I was watching Inuyasha and realized that Kagome is not one to talk anything Inu say's to her without her own input on it. Plus I need her to attend the club too. Thanks Ladytokyo for getting on my case to update….I needed the push.

 

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