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Haruno Sakura

Date: February 1, 2011

Block: B

Subject: Pre-Algebra 11

School: Konohagakure Preparatory High School

Teacher: Hatake Kakashi-sensei

Grade: F

"OH, you have got to be kidding me, right?" The pale-skinned woman with the striking cherry-pink shoulder length hair literally screamed at the paper, which was now scrawled over with nothing that resembled at least skinny red check marks. Her knuckles beginning to turn a faint white from how hard she was clenching her fists, an air of complete frustration circulated around her. In other words: Sakura was mad. As in, AWOL mad, and pretty much everyone who knew her knew Haruno Sakura's ways when she was furious ever since she was that mere four-feet tall figure of a toddler.

Picking the paper up again in her slender fingers for what should've been the third time, she scrutinized it, her green-emerald eyes glazing over with that look which was capable of burning holes in whoever, or better yet, whatever kept eye contact with her: I failed Mathematics and there's nothing I could do about it.

Well, there was one way, actually.

But knowing Sakura's spunky, intuitive, stubborn and hesitant nature, she wasn't going to agree with the possible procedures she could undergo to ace Pre-Algebra 11. In her perspective, it was a subject that she needed to pass so badly, but obviously, this wasn't the case.

"Kakashi-sensei!" Her shrill voice that she didn't even bother to tone down just slightly floated towards said teacher's ears, who was, at the moment, tapping more ominous Algebra point notes on the board with the white powdered chalk. His ears perked up, shuddering at what he suspected would be an onslaught of hysterics. As a teacher of the Haruno pupil since she was a freshman, he knew Sakura well enough to just...go with the flow. It's no use arguing against her, anyways.

The truth was, no matter how hard Sakura tried, she never really got the hold of the basics required in learning decimals, fractions, formulas, means, medians, equation-solving; you name it. Kakashi-sensei attempted to have her enrolled in the Special Learning Resources center that the school provided, but as expected: no way was she going to attend the Math program. She probably had educational dyslexia (which horrified him, actually)...

...or, it was her fault she was way too far behind the concepts learned because she never bothered to complete and write up her assignments, either (and psst, due to too much boy-hunting, as well) ! Well, it must be the second option. Haruno proved significantly intelligent in all her other courses: Biology, Social Studies, English, and etc., so it would make no sense, like, at all, for her to have dyslexia.

How does he know all this, you might ask? Kakashi-sensei happened to be her Grade 11 Homeroom Teacher too, and man, was it troublesome (and he didn't mean to use the addictive catch phrase of who was known as one of Konoha Prep's smartest and laziest pupils: Nara Shikamaru, tch.)

He turned, eyeing her with that one certain look he always gave her in the face of trouble. "What is it, Ms. Haruno?", he sighed. Sakura seemed to keep her angry breathing at bay by grasping the front of the desk fairly hard it was destined to leave a dent in the wood. Beads of sweat were starting to form on her large pale forehead now. It actually surprised him how serious she was with all this...and it was only a five-page Achievement Exam! Well...more like ten pages, but whatever. Her fault she did not exhibit enough effort in this course throughout all her exams...

"WHY do I have a big fat F again? Sir, I keep on studying!" Sakura held the shiny package of paper up in the air, directly where he could see it clearly. Kakashi snorted under his thin layer of mask at her last phrase. A lie. On her far right, Yamanaka Ino shot her a cold glare, irritated. "Like you study, Billboard Brow. Last time I checked, you were checking out this male website," she sneered under her breath, teeth clenched.

Sakura whipped a pencil at the blonde's cheek, answering back quietly with the same tone Ino had. She hissed as a violent reaction indicating the sharp point of the pencil hit its' goal. "You didn't study either, Ino-pig! So shut up."

"H-Hey, don't do that, S-Sakura-chan," a timid, feminine voice belonging to no other than Hyuuga Hinata, the smallie-smartie of the school, spoke out from Sakura's left behind her seat. Ino's baby-blue orbs glowed threateningly.

Wow, Kakashi couldn't believe they suspected he hadn't seen the whole thing. As always, the spiky blonde 'do of the obnoxious Uzumaki Naruto stuck out slightly behind Biology Ace Aburame Shino's built shoulder. Fifth time falling asleep in class again. Not bothering to become furious, he resolved to send him to Tsunade-sama's office promptly during lunch period.

He sighed again, exhausted. Why do I always deal with the most restless bunch of kids?

"Sakura, no throwing a pencil at someone's face, do you understand?" Glancing at Kakashi in an exasperated manner, she nodded, her chin lolling. "And Ino...", he added, the silence instilling in the Yamanaka's brain what should be said. She nodded too, glaring one last time at the Haruno, then looking away to once again dawdle with her dark-purple, perfectly manicured fingernails. Eh, women these days.

"I told you, Sakura: study pages 115-120 of your Pre. Al. red textbook countless times...pretty much the whole unit based on what we're currently learning-", he gestured to the board with one free hand, which was scrawled over in various numbers and symbols that the average person might take ten minutes to soak in,"-but did you do it? No, I assume."

Her jaw dropped agape, quickly turning into a pout. "B-but Kakashi-sensei-," she spluttered, dropping the package right back on her desk. "I did it," a proud, nasal voice shot up from a row somewhere between the brown-bunned Tenten (whose brown eyes were heavily lidded as she unconsciously wrote down notes) and Hyuuga Neji (seeming not to do anything, but as an extremely intelligent guy as well, his auditory and visual senses were enough to learn for him.) "That's excellent, Lee," Kakashi complimented, and of course, Lee grinned widely, a glint reflecting off the pearl teeth from the fluorescent lights.

Mentally, Kakashi-sensei shuddered. Whoa, at times this kid was as creepy as his personal tutor (*cough*Guy)! Sending back a weak smile, he turned to Sakura again, who now gave up in the hopes of stopping self-humiliation.

"No buts, I've had enough of your complaining." He strode to the master's mahogany desk, dropping in the remaining blob of solid chalk in the drawer as he dusted off his hands. In the corner, Ino hid a satisfied, evil smirk. "If you're really serious about this, then I suggest you hire a tutor...or get tutored, at least."

Sakura's eyes widened once again as big as golf balls. No way was she going to accept a tutor, of course.

"No," she muttered, folding her arms in front of her as she buried her pink head within them, breathing evenly now. "Now, is there anyone who is not done with these notes? You have three minutes left," he asked clearly, his hand poised at the tip of the blackboard, eraser gripped. Eh, where was the Uchiha when you needed him? Oh yes, in the period as of now, the often silent, arrogant Sasuke was in AP Calculus.

No, indeed, the dark-haired teenager was not a nerd at all, and actually, at first glance you might just consider him as one of Konoha Preps' jocks if he was not the most popular student in school. He was a jock at the same time, being recruited as Captain of the school's very first Basketball team and all. Talk about annoying hordes of fangirls who constantly had to be cleared out the halls by force due to their strange obsession with the younger Uchiha.

"No." A unison of thick voices, some alert, some drowsy, and some slurred-he could make out with his ears-within the classroom answered immediately. Come on, cut me some slack. Is my class that boring? In the nick of time, the piercing resonating sound of the Konoha Prep. bell woke up everyone's senses in the vicinity. Thank god, Uzumaki's awake, Kakashi thought as he spotted the loud blonde jerk his upper body instantly, looking around with panicked eyes as Shikamaru poked his arm with a finger, signaling that Block B was over and it was now time for lunch...the one-hour period of escape.

"Ms. Haruno, meet me in homeroom after the bell...that's lunch period, in fact. I would like to talk to you about this whole problem with your Algebra," he addressed the pinkie as she, along with the rest of the students seated inside the beige and yellow room, began to pack up her things. Shoving her red Algebra textbook into the quite small pouch of her navy-blue sack, she mumbled a small 'okay', unwilling to oblige, but doing so anyways.

Aha, this will be for your own benefit Sakura, you'll see...Kakashi-sensei stated within his conscience, determined he would make this turn out well, with mysterious gleams in his eyes that pretty much everyone he encountered were creeped out with.

"-WHAT?", I spluttered at Kakashi-sensei: the man with the shock of a white up-do, the unanimous masked face, and who very much happened to be my Grade 11 Homeroom Teacher.

Still, I couldn't believe this whole thing about considering a Math tutor! No, I'm stable and better off on my own, but mentioning who he suggested should be my tutor...oh my god.

"Why him? He's so-," I began gesturing a tightly clenched fist at my palms, punching them as if they were a certain sexy Uchiha's stomach. No. No. No. I repeated the rather inappropriate gesture in-between phrases, and Kakashi-sensei appeared pretty appalled. He gripped my pale arm, urging me to stop with the cheesy punching. I'm sorry, but really, I've never thought about Uchiha Sasuke-who cemented and upheld his five-star status very well, if I say so myself-as the smartest, handsomest, and richest guy in Konoha Preparatory, tutoring me, a mere low-life, not caring to be noticed within this society of proportions.

"Stop. I know what's best for you, alright? Sasuke is perfect for the role. He displays unbelievable intellect in Mathematics, although he...stinks at the other subjects." His fingers let go of me, and I snorted, looking at him intently and irritatedly from beneath my eyelids. An accurate description of the Uchiha, but the 'stinks' part did lift my spirits a little bit, even though it wasn't true, duh.

Let me guess. Why do you think I hate him? Because...he is hopelessly arrogant, finely ignorant, a ladies' man (Oh yes, he manages to magnetize all those friggin' awful 'sluts') and a TEST CHEATER. Oh ho, that last part horrifies you, I know. But it's not like I'm complaining. Karma would do it for his own problems later on in his seemingly perfect life. Besides, he most likely wouldn't waste his time with someone like me. Dream on, girl.

Kakashi-sensei actually considers him as a kind and generous boy (major error, I tell 'ya), but beneath that charming mask he calls 'the sexy face' lies an utter demon ready to ruin. Ooh, that rhymes. Sorta.

I also might add: along with him, Nara Shikamaru (the apple of 'frenemy' Yamanaka Ino's eye-psh, as if she gets the chance to grab him as her own), Hyuuga Neji (the slice of Tenten's pie...where am I even getting these analogies?), Inuzuka 'Dog-Boy' Kiba and my own best friend, Uzumaki Naruto (don't get me wrong, he's still as extremely loyal, as frickin' annoying and as freakin' clueless as any other best friend I could have), anyone who happened to cross their path was most likely to get a sucker punch from the dojo master Lee himself. That is correct...our grade's Rock Lee. The whole five-man group acted as if they seriously owned Konohagakure Prep., and poor bowl-cut Lee was no exception.

How on earth can Tsunade-sama let something like this off-the-hook? Oh, I know, maybe because she constantly drinks herself to death (of course not, but you get my exaggeration) every day! UGH, and it began to piss me off, although I knew that, again, a mere low-life such as myself had no privilege to change anything around here.

"Now, I encourage you to go on with this plan. Who knows? Sasuke just might unveil a whole new you...," he told me gently, clapping his hands together. I grimaced, hesitating to officially 'accept' this. And, excuse me, unveil a whole new me? He was bluffing, right?

I sighed, blowing a stray strand of pink hair out of my view. "FINE. Did you talk to Sasuke about this, though?" Kakashi-sensei suddenly perked up, and I narrowed my eyes, starting to gain an inconspicuous doubt-feeling that this might be a sucky scheme to get me out of my Algebra misery...and no, thank you, I did not need a recap.

"Oh, yes I did, before you. He obliged." Truthful enough reply.

"And?", I pushed my hands planted on my navy-skirted hips, eager as heck to know if the Uchiha knew I was his little 'student'.

"You two are to meet every day during the half-hour remainder of lunch period. It was quite difficult to find time, actually, well, with his hectic schedule packed on AP classes, his basketball after classes-you know, the whole package...I am impressed with how Sasuke can balance all of that out." Kakashi-sensei turned away from me then, shuffling a pile of colored papers together and arranging them into some kind of yellow folder I was too bored to find out about on his Homeroom desk. I rolled my eyes. There goes the friggin' pride he tries to leak into everyone's personalities.

But...wait, every day? NO.

"What do you mean, everyday?", my tone began to rise slightly again, strained and whining. "Every day because you need it. At lunch, half an hour, which starts at 12:45 p.m promptly. Sakura, I'm serious, if you don't fix up your marks this semester for Algebra, you might not get to obtain the credits you need to graduate! And-," he sighed too, staring at me with a sad glint in those eyes of his,"-it seems like Uchiha may be the only key to open up your common sense for the course. He's in AP Calculus, for Jiro's sake!" He reached up, scratching his head.

'Key to open up my common sense'? Where does he get those, either? I drooped, grasping my backpack tighter. Huh. "Alright, Kakashi-sensei. I'm sorry, I will. I just hope he'll...teach me properly." Bowing quickly before leaving his presence, I turned on my black ballet-flat heel and headed for the door, but then stopped, one more bizarre question to ask him. It popped out of nowhere, I tell you!

"And uh, Kakashi-sensei?" I called, straining an ear to see if he caught me.

"Yeah?"

"What if Sasuke doesn't...like me? You know, because he's...so popular and everything?" It came out as a sullen whisper instead, and I wasn't sure if I even phrased it loud enough for him to hear, since it was so vague at first for me to ask.

The awkward brief silence added even more to my 'kinda' depression, but then he answered, surprising me a little bit because he actually sounded thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. You're such a pretty one for him to resist."

"Okay, thank y-WHAT DID YOU SAY?," I screamed at him, much to my shock, too. My head whipped around to glance back at Kakashi-sensei, and I could spot that small, cocky, crooked grin outlined beneath the mask. UGH, you're kidding me. "Hey, this better not be a stupid scheme! And that was kind of freaky, what you said about me!"

He backed up a step, his hands raised in innocence. "No, no, it's for your own benefit, I promise." I pursed my lips at him, still doubtful. Does he know something I don't? If he did, I will-

"Okay, fine!" Tossing one last hesitant nod in his direction, I couldn't wait until I spilled the sizzling details of this whole thing to Naruto and to my pals at lunchtime: Hinata, Ino, and Tenten! They needed to know...well, at least in my perspective. If this Sasuke-tutors-Sakura plan was going to unfold smoothly, then I had to make sure Naruto told me about him, for once, besides all the information I already have on the Uchiha.

Stomping away as I rushed down the winding flight of stairs towards the looming red cafeteria, a crazy string of pictures rampaged in my mind, feeding my imagination. Sasuke and I, alone... OH GOD, no!

DONEEEE! XD Hahaha, this was an actually funny chapter for me to write! What do you think of it? :3 I lovee SasuSaku, seriously! Next chappie up as soon as you all please reviewwwwwwww. :]

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