Wrong Turn Turns Out Right

Wrong Turn Turns Out Right (Ch. 3)

I hate, hate, HATE math! Thank God I'm finished with the dreaded thing this year. Miroku throws a paper ball and hits me in the head. I turn around to glare at him, looking all innocent. Bull crap. I straighten out the paper and read it.

We need to talk. You'll never guess who I saw this morning. 

Weird. Okay, now, I have to know! I quickly write, "Who" and throw it back at him. Right as the teacher turns around, I pretend to be vigorously taking notes, when really, I'm doodling. Anyone who knows me knows the difference between my drawing hand and my writing hand, but only one teacher knows... my art teacher. Go figure, right? I'm drawing the same thing I always do. Eyes. His eyes to be exact. They're the only thing that let others know I miss him. Miroku throws the paper back at me.

InuYasha.

I gasp aloud. No one notices though. Nobody ever notices my silent gasps. I still remember him leaving. Clear as day.

4 Years Ago

"Hey guys!" I say to all my friends. "Why does everyone look so sad?" It's only then that I notice InuYasha's not here. And neither is Kikyo. I gasp in shock. That's when the tears start to fall. The last time they'll ever fall. For him. For me. For anything. 

"Kagome, I'm so sorry. He left you this." I take the paper from Sango's hand and read it.

Kagome-

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Me and Kikyo left and we don't know when we're coming back. I love her, and I'm sorry I couldn't make this any easier on you. Koga will protect you and make you happy. Give him a chance. Goodbye.

I drop the note, turn around, and start running. Where I'm going, I have no idea. All I know, is that I can't stand to see that horrible note ever again! I never want to see him or Kikyo ever again! I'll go out with Koga, if he'll have me, and everything will be okay. It's gonna be okay.

5 Hours Later

It's time for bed and I cry myself to sleep only to be plagued by nightmares of him that will follow me for the rest of my life. 

I'm shaken out of my daze by the bell ringing signalizing it's the end of class. Oh no. What if I run into him? I don't think I'll be able to handle it. I know I won't start crying. I don't cry anymore, thank God. He might think that's me being a weak human. I let Miroku grab my things in one hand and grab my arm with the other and lead me out of the class into Sango's arms.

"She's still in shock from you-know-who coming back. Take her to class, help her get settled, just like when he left, okay?" Sango nods.

"Yeah, okay. Love you." She kisses his cheek before leading me away to our Creative Writing class. "Kags? Sweetie? What do you need for class?" She asks in a soothing tone. 

"Laptop, notebook, the red one." Sango gives me my stuff before grabbing her own from the locker right next to mine. I shake my head and, still in a daze, punch the locker to the left of mine scaring the bejeezus out of Sango. "This is ridiculous! I'm acting like a child! So what if he's back?" Sango looks at me and smiles.

"Now, there's the Kagome I know. Come on. We're gonna be late. Speaking of, where were you this morning and please tell me it has nothing to do with those." She says pointing to my cheeks that are still red. 

"It does, I hit him back. It'll be worse tomorrow. He was yelling at me for getting home too late and waking him up, smacked me, I punched him back, he slapped me again. No biggie." Sango looks at me sympathetically until I give her a look. I hate sympathy.