Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, and probably never will.

I make many stories, such as Twilight and Ironic. So, please enjoy this one. I do have spell checker, but it might not catch everything. The first two chapters will be revolved around two girls named Minami and Aimi, only the first two. After words, it will go to third person and everything will be normal…well…sort of.

So…

ENJOY!

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(Minami POV)

Perfect…she is perfect…

Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne blasted from my alarm clock at six in the morning. I decided to let it play on while I have five minutes of extra sleep. I didn't want to go to school. I don't want to see her. Bitch. This is her name in my book. I pulled the covered up to my chin and closed my eyes.

Perfect hair. Perfect skin. Beautiful outfits. Nice personality. Perfect grades. A boyfriend…her boyfriend…

I blush when ever we pass each other. He never looks at me. The song girlfriend is my life right now. Why wouldn't he notice me? Well, one word: popular. Something that I am not. He is going out with Aimi because of that. I sighed and the song came on again since I have I Home, so my I Pod is plugged in it, and my I Pod as repeat on it.

I got out of bed and put on my outfit. Black, baggy sweatshirt with tight jeans and my hair up in a ponytail with a couple of pieces falling out. I placed heavy eyeliner under and on top of my eyes. My eye shadow was a dark brown.

My heart hurts.

Why does he like someone like her? She is very beautiful, which makes me look like shit if I stand next to her. Her boyfriend, he loves the kind of things I like. Emo, they call me. He likes black and chains too. Why doesn't anyone call him that? Oh, because of his brother. If his brother, who is exactly the same as Aimi's boyfriend, finds out, then that sucks for the person who said it. They would get their ass kicked.

I brushed my teeth and turned off my alarm clock. It is almost seven and I have to go to the bus. I walked out of my bathroom and ran out the door with my black shoulder bag.

When I got there, I noticed Hinata's boyfriend leaning against a light post. I waved at him. He nodded his head back at me.

I only have three friends:

Naruto, Hinata, Kiba.

That is it. And I some how like it this way. We hang out all the time. But I wonder why I am friends with them. They are the exact opposite from me. Oh, I know why. We are all considered losers in my school.

Hinata's boyfriend, Kiba, went up to me to talk.

"Sup?" he asked me. I shrugged, not really wanting to talk. Since I had another dream of him. Aimi's boyfriend…

"Life is life." I answered simply. Kiba smirked at me.

"So, crappy?" I just nodded. He laughs a bit. Naruto and Hinata go on different buses. They only people I knew who went on our bus is: me, Kiba, Neji, Sakura, and Lee.

The bus came to a halt in front of us. We walked on the bus and sat next to each other in the three seater. I ignored the looks I was getting from everyone. Snarls. How I hated everyone. I put my I Pod headphones in my ears and blasted Girlfriend again. I just couldn't stop listening to that song. It sounded like my life.

ZzZ

The bus stopped in front of the school and we jumped off the bus. We both speed walked into the commons to sit with Naruto and Hinata.

"Emo!" some one yelled at me. A group of girls laughed. I shot around and looked at the group of girls who did it.

It was Sakura's group. That is when I pinpointed a girl in the group. Some one with blonde hair, like me, that goes to her shoulder with crystal blue eyes. Her outfit was a typical one. A colorful belly shit with a black leather skirt and knee high boots. She smirked mischievously at me. That is when I gave everyone in the group the finger and Kiba snickered. The girls looked pissed. I was still looking at the girl. I smirked at her. The same smirk she gave me. I grabbed on to Kiba's black zip-up sweatshirt and we both started to walk into the commons.

"What Minami? Are you a chicken? To afraid to face me?" one girl in the group asked. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked behind me to see who said that. It was that girl again. The belly shirt one. I knew her. I hated her. I gave her the finger again.

"Leave me alone you dyke." I said plainly to her. Kiba and I walked into the commons and sat down next to the rest of my friends.

The group of girls instantly followed us. The belly shirt girl slammed her hand on the table.

"What the hell did you call me?" the girl asked. I smirked at her.

"D-y-k-e," I spelled out to her like she was an idiot. Which she isn't. She gets perfect grades, one reason why I hate her.

"You bitch! Do you want to get beaten up?" I rested my head on my right hand and looked up at her.

"Who would beat me up if I keep cursing you off? You?"

"Of course. You don't know who you are messing with!" I chuckled at her.

"I think I do. And you would never be able to beat me up. She way don't you go off with your little fake blondes and go play with your little Barbie's." The belly shirt girl huffed. I wondered why I said 'fake blondes' since she and another one are the only ones who are blondes.

"Emo freak," she mumbled and started to walk away. I shot up from my seat and smiled widely.

"Aw, are you leaving so soon?" I asked very loud, in a cheery voice. My friends laughed, Hinata chuckled, "I thought you asked me the dye you roots blonde since your brown hair is coming in." A couple people from other tables laughed and giggled. The belly shirt girl grabbed on to the top of her head. She shouldn't have done that. I knew her. Her hair is naturally blonde. Like mine. She rolled her eyes at me and walked away.

That is when I noticed that her head turned around to look at me. Her eyes were watery. I sat down in my seat.

…Aimi…

"Aw, Minami, she disserved it." Naruto said, obviously noticing that she was crying to. I sighed.

If she did disserve it, then, why do I feel so crappy?

That is when he came up to our group. Aimi's boyfriend. There were butterflies zooming in my stomach. My heart did a 360 and my breathing sharpened. He looked at me. Does he look pissed, or does he always look like that?

He snarled, grabbing on to the collar of my sweatshirt. I put my hands on top of his, afraid that he might strangle me. I had that done before. By my father. He lifted me off my seat and now I am standing on my feet.

"Don't you dare do that to my girlfriend again." He said angrily at me. I felt like I was on the verge of crying. My heart was torn in two. I knew I would never get him…

"Who is going to stop me?" I asked him while I smirked. I saw he was getting madder by the second.

"Don't do it!" I heard a girl yelled from across the huge room. I turned my head slightly and saw belly shirt girl…Aimi…

He let go of me and I stumbled back into my seat. Aimi went up to her boyfriend and kissed him one the lips.

"Don't get out of hand." She said softly at him.

"Kodak moment." Naruto joked. I giggled. I froze in my spot. Did she just stop her boyfriend from beating the shit out of me? Something that I disserved as much as that blonde hair joke I made to her. I pointed at her.

"Are you getting soft on me?" I asked her. She raised a blonde eyebrow at me.

"What are you talking about?" she asked back.

"You stopped your little boyfriend from beating my ass. What is up with you? You must have been hit on the head when you were a baby." I said as I turned away from them. I got up from my seat.

"I didn't stop it for you!" she yelled at me in anger, "I didn't want him to get ISS. And…" she paused, and I turned around, seeing that damn ass smirk on her face, "I didn't want all your blood on the floor." Aimi grabbed her boyfriend's hand and walked away with him.

I sighed and sat back in my seat.

"Bitches," I mumbled.

ZzZ

Class started, I had TV Productions. A class where you film and edit. If you do a good enough job, it would be shown on the Morning Show. Otherwise know as, First Period Paws.

I sat at a long table next to Naruto. We made our schedules exactly the same. We have the exact same classes. We didn't do it originally, it was a coincidence. That is how we became friends.

Naruto had a camera in his hands and pushed record. He looked around the room, some people waved at him. Then he came to me. I placed my hand in front of the lens of the camera. Naruto stopped recording.

"You're no fun." Naruto whined.

"Hey," I said, "you wanted to become friends with me." Naruto shrugged, accepting defeat.

Our crazy and wacky teacher, who I loved to death, came into the room. He started to joke around.

"Okay, everyone just go outside and film." He said. We all got out of our seats, "Hold it!" We all looked up at him, "I need to ask a question that if it is not answered right now, we will all die." He points at the teen boy who had a crazy hat on. I thought it looked neat, "Fudo, where did you get your hat?" some people giggled. I just smiled.

"Oh, down town." Fudo answered. The teacher nodded.

"Now run free." The teacher said. Naruto and I went outside with a camera and tape.

"Where do you want to film? What do you want to film?" I asked him. Naruto thought about it for a second.

"What about relationships?" Naruto asked. I snorted.

"Relationships?" I folded my arms across my chest. Naruto just nodded at me. I sighed, not wanting to compromise at the moment, "Okay, that will do."

That is when a teen boy was walking down the hall way which was right outside the TV Pro room. Naruto waved at him. The boy, otherwise known as Aimi's prestigious boyfriend, rolled his eyes at us and continued walking.

"Wait!" Naruto yelled. Her boyfriend looked at us, "We have questions for you. You know," Naruto held out his mini video camera, "for TV Pro." Aimi's boyfriend just looked at me. I was going to cry again, most likely. He had torn me.

"First, I needed to ask Minami some questions." Her boyfriend said while looking straight into my purple eyes. I gulped and nodded at him. He walked up to me and grabbed my wrist. I blushed madly. He pulled me away from Naruto and into an empty hallway, one that no one uses. All the classrooms have been closed off, no windows, the lights don't work, and it feels so cold in here.

"What do you want?" I asked him, sort of agitated. I felt his hand get off my wrist and go to my cheek. It was soft and cold. Some how, it felt like home. A home that I actually loved. One where your father doesn't beat you up for every little thing you do wrong. One where your mother doesn't scream and throw stuff at you, then claiming that she wished she never gave birth to you, cry, then make you feel shitty. One where your older sister isn't embarrassed to be in the same township as you, where, when she is pissed, bites you hard that it makes you bleed and cry. I wished I could feel this warmth forever, his hand is cold, but my heart feels so warm.

I noticed that he shifted. I looked up at him. His face so close to mine. I blushed even brighter, if that was even possible. This was the first time he touch me tenderly, or at all. The other times that he did, they were brutal since I made fun of his girlfriend, and he usually grabs on to the collar of my sweatshirt. His lips brushed over mine. Making my legs feel as if they were made out of Jell-O.

That is when both of our lips came together. It was for a brief moment but it felt nice. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. He shifted again, now up on me. His chest against mine. He didn't do anything. We parted. My breath sharpened intensely, the blush was still all over my cheeks.

"Sasuke…" I breathed. He moved back a bit. I notice a smirk go across his face. He walked away. I couldn't move my legs, even if I wanted to follow him. I slid down the wall and landed on my butt. I sat there, gaining my breath.

ZzZ

It was lunch. Naruto wanted to know what happened with Sasuke, but after six periods of none stop asking, he gave up. Kiba and Hinata were sitting close together, sharing her lunch that she made all by her self. Hinata waved her chopsticks, which had octopus on it, in front of my face. Then I opened my mouth and she plopped it in my mouth. It ate it, it tasted really good.

"Kiba, you chose a good girlfriend. I can't cook for my life." I said to him. Kiba smiled and placed a piece of sushi in Hinata's mouth. Naruto smirked at the happy couple.

"There is too many Kodak moments today." Naruto said. Hinata blushed at the, some-what, compliment. I put my I Pod headphones back into my ears and blocked out the conversation. I close my eyes.

While I was in the middle of one of my songs, I felt arms wrap around my neck. I huffed. It could be one of two people: Kiba or Naruto. It couldn't be Kiba, since he is going out with Hinata. I open my eyes and noticed Kiba right in front of me, sitting in his seat. That is where he always is. Of course it would be Naruto, he always jokes like this. I paused my I Pod and snarl.

"Naruto, stop it." I said, sounding pissed. I noticed a teen blonde look over at me; he was sitting next to me. It was Naruto.

"I'm right here." Naruto informed me. My heart kept skipping beats. Who was behind me? I felt a pair of warm lips go on my cheek. Who was this pervert? I adverted my eyes towards Hinata, which it wasn't that hard since I was looking at Kiba to began with. Her mouth was slightly open in shock and her chopsticks were on the table.

I get out of the person's grip and turn around to look at them. I gasped when I see who it is…

Sasuke.

"Where's Aimi?" I asked him. Sasuke shrugged.

"Bio room. I guess." He plainly said.

"What are you doing here?" Naruto asked him, sounding a little annoyed.

"Just finishing what I started with Minami." Naruto gasped, now realizing what happened. My cheeks became red from embarrassment. Sasuke grabbed on to my hand and pulled me. I wanted to go with him, yet, I didn't want to hurt Aimi. That is a complete shocker.

He pulled me into the hallway again. He leaned closer to me, make back up against the wall.

"I can't do this." I said. That came out of no where. I actually wanted this. Did I care that much about Aimi? I thought I hated her. I do! I do hate her! She should burn in hell!

Sasuke seemed a little startled of what I said,

"I thought you liked me." he said, sounding like he didn't care. Like he didn't feel anything when I turned him down. Well, he shouldn't. He has another girlfriend. He shouldn't care about me.

"Uh…I-I do. But, you are Aimi's boyfriend. I can't do that to her. Even if I hate her. That is too deep of a paper cut to make." I practically lectured him. He didn't do anything but kiss me on the cheek and walked away. Aw, damn! Did I have to say that? I wanted an actual kiss. But my legs wobbled and I hurried back into the commons to eat.

When I got back, everyone asked what happened.

"Nothing," I said plainly. I sat down in my seat and Hinata placed sushi in my mouth.

"Nothing?" Naruto asked, sounding annoyed once more, "Nothing? Is that it? That can't be it! He put his arms around you and kiss your on the cheek! Sasuke! Aimi's boyfriend! Does that make sense to you?" he kept asking as he shook my shoulders. I smacked his hands away.

"I know." I answered him, "That is all he did. I told him that I couldn't help him have an affair."

"Why not?" Kiba asked, sounding shocked that I turned down a perfectly good make out session with one of the hottest boys in school.

"I don't know. It didn't feel right." I was more confused then ever. Why was I feeling this way?

"What? That skank needs a kick in the butt for what she does to us." Kiba yelled at me. I ignored him and put my I Pod back on, tuning out their yelling at me.

ZzZ

I got off the bus; Kiba didn't follow me to my apartment. I unlocked the door and walked into the bathroom. I lifted up the toilet lid. I placed my finger in my mouth and forced my self to throw up…

ZzZ

"What happened today?" Dr. Nagasaki asked me. I lied on the red couch and sighed, not wanting to talk to my psychoanalyst.

"Nothing," I said flatly.

"Did Aimi make fun of you again?" I just shook my head. Even though she did, and I cursed her off back. Then her boyfriend was about to strangle me, then about twenty minutes later, kisses me. Then wants a make out session from me at lunch. Yep, nothing new.

Are you joking me? Of course this is something so new, I should say something. I looked up at him. His soft dark hair lied perfectly over his eyes, barely showing his leaf green eyes.

"Dr. Nagasaki…" I breathed. He looked more alert, "I threw up again." He just sighed, sounding disappointed at me. He wrote something on his clip board.

"I told you not to do that." He says to me. I just look away, now hating myself for saying that. My cell phones rings and I answered it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Sup?" I heard Kiba's voice. I rolled my eyes.

"Listen," I sigh, "I am going to have to call you back, okay?" Kiba hung up, not wanting to say stupid good-byes. He learns quickly. I look back over at Dr. Nagasaki.

"Why?" He asked me. I knew he was talking about my throwing up. I sighed and decided to tell him about Sasuke. After the story, he continues talking, "So, you threw up again since he kissed you? You think he like you? You know…"

"I know!" I yelled at him, "If I want to kiss him back, I should not throw up, since," I chock, "my teeth would rot…then no one would want to kiss me." Dr. Nagasaki nodded.

"Not exactly what I said when we first met, but, you get the point." I just nod back. I sat up from my lying position.

"Session is over, right?" I asked as I glance to look at the clock. Dr. Nagasaki smiled at me.

"Do you want to get something to eat with me? If it is alright with…your parents." He asked me. I smiled back and nodded.

"Of course it is okay!"

ZzZ

We decided to eat Western Food (AKA. American Food). We ate till our stomachs were full. He dropped me off at my father's house. I was supposed to be home at five, now it is seven. I gulped when I was in front of the door and Dr. Nagasaki's car was gone. My father was going to beat me again. I knew it…

I opened the door and saw my father on the couch smoking a cigarette. He looked up at me, his intense black eyes staring at me, making me whimper with fear. He got up from the couch. I shut the door. I kept my hand on the door knob, so if he attacks, I can run out.

He looks calm.

"How was your session?" he asked me, sounding caring. I took my hand on the knob…huge mistake.

"Ah, okay." I said.

My father grabbed on to the collar of my sweatshirt with one hand. I grabbed his big hand with my two small ones. He slammed me against the door and burned a part of my neck with his cigarette. I yelped in pain. He put his burnt out cigarette on the ground.

He made a nice punch on my cheek.

"You're late!" he yelled at me. Tears poured out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I said while I was whimpering from the burn I got a couple of seconds again. Father pushed my away, making me land right in front of the wooden coffee table.

My father placed both his hands on my throat and gripped hard. Making me un-able to breath. I gasped for breath when he pulled away. My father kicked me and punched me for over an hour that night.

When he threw me in my room, I stayed there. I cried even more, make-up running down my face. Images of Aimi were coming to mind. She must be at her huge dinner table now. Laughing at her older brother's jokes and her parents complimenting on her outfit and her grade she got on the huge unit test in Science. Of course she got an A. I got a D-. I never told my father, but I need to get it signed. I will tell him tomorrow…

A image of her and her family boasting on what a great life they have makes me want to kill her…to hurt her…emotionally…Aimi…

Perfect…she is perfect…