Honestly, Im not the artist type. The only reason I took that class is because I thought it would be an easy A, Splash some paint on paper and get a credit.

I thought it was a pretty goodAt least until I actually got here.

In the class of 14, there were only 2 females. Me and the ever shy Hinata Hyuuga.

Then I noticed everybody (Except for Hina-Chan) was gathered around something. Turns out that something was two guys duking it out, and I arrived just in time to see the final blow. The victor was a red-head, who won by giving the blond a nasty right hook.

The ginger caught his breath and wiped the blood from his nose before reaching out and helping the other off the floor.

"Looks like I broke your nose Danna" The blond said as he sat down on one of the metal stools.

"And I suppose you're gonna have a black eye,Deidara" 'Danna' said back, taking a seat as well.

Everybody then shifted their attention elsewhere, I.E Me. We just kinda stared at each other for a second.

"Uh...hi?"

Ive been in this class for a little over a month. And every day is more mentally scarring than the last.

Deidara, the blond one (who did get a black eye) found out my motives on the first day. And he didn't like them, At all. I believe his exact words were

"I hate girls like you. If you thought this was gonna be easy then you're badly mistaken".

He was right. Everything I did he would somehow manage to fuck it up. When we painted landscapes he kept 'accidentally' bumping into my elbow. When we were carving out chess pieces someone snuck in and cut all mine in half. When we were sculpting he didn't do anything until the last day. I suppose that is because he was so into it. You should have seen him, he just looked so passionate. He made a butterfly, and It looked so real for a minute I thought it might fly right out the window. It was way better than my sad excuse for cherries.

I really wanted to tell him I liked it, I just wasn't sure how to tell him. So I decided to wait until his friend Sasori (who he calls Danna) left to approach him. I didn't think it possible but Deidara is an even bigger asshole when the ginger is around.

Anyway as soon as he left I started inching nervously towards the lean blond. I hate to admit it but he really is handsome. Shoulder length honey blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the cutest smile. Not that he ever smiles at me. usually get his cruel smirk or annoyed glare. It felt like forever passed before I finally arrived next to him. I think he thought I was Sasori cause he had that cute smile I like, but then he saw that it was me and his face went blank.

"What do you want Haruno?"He said in a monotone voice.

I suddenly felt like there was something squeezing my throat. My thoughts were so fuzzy. Why was I there?

"I uh, well, uhm...butterfly?" I stammered in reply.

He looked at me incredulously before seemingly realizing what I was talking about.

"Oh, my sculpture! What about it? I hope your not jealous that it looks better than your apples, yeah"

"Ah, they're not apples, they're cherries..."

"So?"

"Well anyway, I actually wanted to tell you I really liked yours."

"Oh, Do you,un"

"Yeah! It looks so pretty and I like how much work you put into it and-"

Crash!

That was the sound of his beautiful butterfly hitting the ground. Tons of tiny pieces go flying, and honestly that looks pretty too. I guess he's just that good of an artist.

"W-What in the hell was that for?!" I screeched a little louder than necessary.

"I showed you true art. Something you'll never be able to understand, loser yeah."

Then he left. And the teacher made me clean up his broken creation.

The next day my app-my cherries where no where to be seen. I still passed cause the teach had seen it completed the day before.

Exactly 5 weeks into the semester is when I realized what his problem was. I could never understand his feelings because I was never Passionate about anything. For 15 years of my life I was just somebody passing through. But then I found my calling. Well I found something that was fun.

I was sitting at my desk, listening to my history teacher ramble about the second world war when I noticed something.

Somebody drew an obscene doodle on the corner of the desk. Im not even going to say what it is because its so disgustingly horrible. At first I just drew a couple of lines over it. I sat and stared for another minuet, and added a few more shapes, then I shaded in a couple of places. And suddenly I had a bouquet of...dead sunflowers. Its something. And I knew by tomorrow everything I did will be morphed back into something awful, and that my flowers will just be a memory. But thats ok because then Ill have a blank canvas and the memory of something beautiful.

I finally understood why Deidara is so mad. I just strutted in and practically dissed him, saying what he did was so easy any idiot could do it.

So as soon as class ended I made a bee line towards the art room.

He was standing outside, looking smug (and gorgeous). O went strait up to him and... Well I tried to explain everything but the most I could get was awkwardly constructed sentences.

"Deidara!" I accidentally shouted at him. He looked up from the floor, but still wore that smug look.

"What,un?"he purred back... That kinda scares me.

"I was in History and it was on my desk and it was really ugly and offensive and-and-and-"

"What the fuck are you talking about, yeah?"

"You helped me change my views on art. Its not just about looking pretty, its about the emotion it gives you, and the everlasting impression it leaves."

His expression changed to one of a fish. He kept opening and closing his mouth, seemingly having trouble finding his voice.

"Anyway I just wanted to say thanks. You gave me something to look forward to. And Im sorry for what I said, your actually pretty cool."

Then I went in feeling pretty good about everything...until everything went black. Or I suppose the proper word is green.

I probably should've expected something like this, but who's first thought is 'I better check the door to see if a bucket of paint is gonna fall on me'.

The paint I could take, but my class mates, the people in the hall, laughing and calling me mean names I couldn't.

So I ran, and I hid. I must have been in the janitors closet for over an hour before somebody found me. Somebody being that stupid blond.

"Go away" I croaked out the best I could. Crying that long must have taken out my voice.

"Sakura I-I know that you probably don't want to talk to me right now-"

"Great observation Sherlock"

"-But please just hear me out, un."

"...Okay..."

"At first you were just another annoying girl, not caring about anything or anyone. I felt so angry at you, so I went out of my way to fuck up all of your projects-"

"Really"

"-And you didn't even care! You put no effort into doing them and you just let someone come in and destroy them without a second thought. But lately you e started acting so...so different. You actually look like your having fun in class, and just a little while ago you looked so happy talking about what you did and...Im sorry too. For everything. Can Sakura Haruno ever forgive me,yeah?"

.

.

.

"If I have to. And you know what?"

"What?"

"I think I look pretty good in green."

"Me too"

We decided to start over.

"Hello" said the 'unknown' artist in front of me. "My name is Deidara. I like Sculpting, Tacos, and working hard."

"Hello Deidara, My name is Sakura" I said as I shook his (really soft) hand. "I like sketching, Ramen, and..."

"And?"

"...And you"

So that was the start of our sorta-kinda relationship. We were t exactly dating, but we weren't just friends either.

I think my admiration for him grew the day we were painting self portraits. I forgot my paint brush, so he gave me his. After spending 8 weeks of his life trying to get me to fail this class here he was helping me pass. But I felt so guilty.

"God Dei-Dei, now what are you gonna use?"

We sat at stared for about 30 seconds before...

He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off a chunk of his hair.

I thought he lost his mind for a second before he grabbed one of my pencils and taped his hair to it.

It was then I realized that he is more committed to the fine arts than I will ever be. And that I might feel a little more than like for this girly man.

So I kissed him, right there in the middle of my favorite class. And you know what? He kissed me back.