High School Trauma

Full Summary: Sakura thought this would be just another boring, average school year. However, the arrival of an exchange student makes that quite impossible…

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything related to it, nor any of the brand names for foods/clothes/ect. Only any of the relatively insignifigant original characters I might use for filler characters, and maybe a few of the places I may put in here.

CRASH!

"Mmmh…?"

BANG!

"Ugh…"

BAM!

"…" The lump on the bed stirred slightly under the covers, pink hair just barely visible to the slanting rays of the sun. Stretching, she got up, rising into a sitting position on her light blue bedspread, and glittering emerald eyes began to crack open. Turning her head to look at her clock, her eyes widened and her face paled.

'HOLY SHIT! I'M GONNA BE LATE FOR THE FIRST DAY BACK TO SCHOOL!' With that in mind, the pink haired teen sprang into action. She threw on a lacy new bra, some loose fitting camouflage cargo pants, a black tank top, and some black ankle-socks, and began her hastened morning procedures. Brushing her teeth in a rush, combing her hair, and running down the carpeted staircase, she grabbed her backpack, a bottle of Sunny D, and a piece of toast, munching on it distractedly.

'Thank god that I live so close to the school!' she thought as she rushed onto the dewy grass of Konahagakure High School. Sprinting across the grounds, she kept her eyes on her watch, not seeing anything else around her. "Oof!" she said as she bounced off of something. She looked up frantically and got to her feet, not so much as looking at who she'd bumped into, but as she was fading from view, she shouted. "Gomen nasai!" She didn't see as the person she'd rammed smirked at her.

"DAMMIT! OUTTA MY WAY!" she yelled at the crowd of people blocking off the hall. People heeded her. She had a reputation for letting her temper get the better of her, and when it did, anyone who was in her way ended up getting hurt, so they all squished together to allow her passage. She scurried through the massive clutter and practically swam through the mass of bodies as she dashed towards room 210. She reached her desk in the far-left of the classroom just as the bell rang. She sighed, putting her forehead down on the cool wood of her desk. She smiled weakly, wiping a hand over her brow as a look of triumph dominated her face. 'I made it! In your face, fucking school!'

-9:00 AM-

"Hello, my eager students!" Said Kakashi as he stepped into the classroom. He was an hour late… AGAIN… "Pardon the lateness, but on the way to school, I had to stop my car to help an old lady cross the street." Everyone sweatdropped, and he scratched the back of his head in agitation.

"Kakashi-sensei, give it a rest!" came an annoying voice from the far right corner of the room.

"Naruto," Kakashi chided the arrogant blonde. "I am your teacher, as well as your elder, so you should at least show the proper respect." Everyone sweatdropped again.

Sakura sighed. "Kakashi-sensei, you haven't changed a bit…" she muttered, but he heard her anyway.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Sakura," Kakashi replied with a huge grin crinkling the folds of his face mask. "Well, anyway, we have a new student who transferred to this school from his old school for his second year of High School. You can come in now, and please introduce yourself to the class."

The door opened and a boy walked in. He had long hair that was a dark brown, a satin blend of fluid, liquid chocolate, and striking white eyes, with just the faintest hint of lavender. He wore a plain beige jacket and black pants, and a few girls started giggling about how hot he looked. He rolled his eyes. They would undoubtedly flock to him later, just like in every other school. "Hyuga Neji," he said gruffly, not bothering to say more before turning to his silver-haired teacher. Suddenly, a snort came from the back of the room, and it was followed by some loud laughter.

"Sakura," Kakashi began, noticing the girl as she clutched at her sides while laughing, "would you care to share with us what is so very amusing?" Neji cocked an eyebrow and smirked. He wanted to know what she found funny, too.

"He –gasp- is so –hahaha!- pretty! HA!" she managed to gasp out. Neji frowned, not liking that comment. All of the other girls sent Sakura death glares as her laughter ebbed away, but she waved her hand as though shrugging them all off.

"Well, Sakura," Kakashi started, again scratching the back of his head, "since you find Mr. Hyuga so funny… he will be sitting next to you in all classes for the remainder of the school year." Sakura stopped laughing and her jaw dropped.

"I don't want him next to me!" she yelled angrily. "The last thing I want to see when I come to school every day is Mr. Girly-man over there!" Neji glared at her, then smirked. He couldn't forget that unmistakable hair color… she had bumped into him on the way to school. He slunk over to her, sliding into his seat, and looked at her, smirking even more.

Sakura laid her head back on her desk and glared at him. "So…" Neji said casually. "You know my full name, so what's yours?" She glared at him even more intensely, but he kept on smirking.

"Not that it's any of your business," she snarled, "but if we're gonna be stuck next to each other all year, I might as well tell you. My name is Haruno Sakura." His smirk got even bigger and he locked his white-eyed gaze with her blazing green one.

"Very well, Haruno Sakura," he said smoothly. "I will personally ensure that this school year is a living hell for you."

"I'd like to see you try, Girly-man!" she said, amused with the fact that he thought she'd be easy prey. His smirk turned into a glare, and his hand shot out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. He leaned closer so that no one else could hear.

"Then the war…" he growled softly, "has already begun." He let her face go, and settled back into his seat properly. Sakura fumed.

'How dare that Girly-man touch me!' she raged inwardly. 'Well then, if all's fair in love and war, then I suppose all's fair when it's just the war part, too!' With that, they both began to plot silently.

Slighty revamped! Suprisingly, there wasn't too much for me to redo in this one. If you've never read High School Trauma before, welcome. Thanks for taking a look. This fic is almost nothing but random shitness, so proceed with caution. I'm still waiting for the test results, but this type of insanity may very well be contagious. You have been warned. Side effects may include, but are not limited to; development of a kickass split personality, shortness of breath, inability to breathe due to helpless bouts of laughter, an insatiable urge to take over the world, sudden craving for gummy bears and sharp and/or shiny things, and permanent or temporary insanity. For anyone who is returning to this fanfiction, welcome back. I've missed you.

For those of you who come here, seeing that the fic is under specific characters, I warn you, this fic exists almost solely for the purpose of being the random shit it is. However, where romance does happen to bloom, during the revamping process, it will be hot and heavy. If you are looking for Sasuke/Sakura, go somewhere else to satiate that hunger. Because Sasuke sucks, and in this fic, he will never get some. IMHO, he's a closet bisexual with a preference for men. And that's just gross. :D Proceed if you wish, but please keep all hands, feet, and... other appendages, inside the vehicle at all times.