Summary:This is sort of a sequal to a previous Kiba-centric one-shot of mine, "They Poured Their Hearts Out Into These Desks." Go check it out if you want, but you don't have to have read it to understand this plot. I think this is gonna be a two-fer, maybe more. Not gonna lie it depends on reviews I get; that's the most motivating thing for me. Title is subject to change.

Pairings:Kiba/Saku, slight Sasu/Naru

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A/N: Review and we can be BFF's!!!

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Sakura Haruno and I are not friends.

Neither are me and Sasuke Uchiha.

Sometimes me and Naruto are. But not this week, I've decided.

Sucks though; we're all stuck together.

Stuck together in this crazy love triangle plus me. No, that doesn't make it square, idiots. It's a triangle that I have been so unfortunately bound to. I'm like the fourth wheel on a tricycle. Or something.

It's ninth period on a Thursday in May and those three haven't stopped arguing since we were assigned to work together. I'm so not in the mood to deal with this right now.

There's barely a breeze circulating the room and my skin is sweaty and sticks to my desk, making a suction-like noise when I slowly lift my forearm from it. It feels cool and repeatedly lifting and lowering my arm keeps me entertained for a few minutes.

"Plan on contributing anytime soon, Kiba?" A rude girly voice interrupts my quiet actions.

"Sorry, I didn't realize we were planning on getting anything done today. I just assumed you were too busy flirting."

"I was not flirting!" She leaned forward and hissed.

"Could have fooled me."

"What ever Kiba. Let's just get this project done." She tossed her pink hair over her shoulder, straightened her posture, and crossed her legs in one whipping motion. This is her bossy position.

"Naruto, you will be researching domestic policy. Kiba will do foreign. I would have you do the presentation Sasuke, but I want us to get a good grade and seeing as you have no charisma or social skills whatsoever- despite what some may think- you will write everything up which means I'll have to present everything."

"Sakura-chan, we're all supposed to be part of the presentation. I need this grade to pass or else I'll be cut from the lacrosse team," Naruto interjected.

"Trust me Naruto, if you so much as open your mouth during the presentation- lacrosse won't be the only thing you have to worry about getting cut." -She pauses to toss her hair again- "Got it?"

She thinks that flipping her hair around and showing off her body means that she can control us. Pft. As if. We're men; alphas. The stronger sex and leaders of the pack.

"G-got it Sakura-chan."

… Naruto doesn't count. He's a mary anyways. No really, that's the reason that Sakura's so mad at those two. Sasuke claimed to have dumped her because she was too clingy and whiny, which is true, but everyone knows that really him and Naruto just have huge man-crushes on each other.

Which is fine with me, but its left Sakura in a state of mopey, bitchy denial for weeks.

Ergo, this is the worst possible group ever to be assigned by a teacher.

Fucking Iruka. He would put us together.

Finally, after fifteen more minutes of Sakura's bossy antics, the bell rang allowing me to head off to practice.

"Not so fast, Kiba. This project is due Friday so you better actually do your part. We'll be working on it again Monday; so help me God, if you are not prepared-"

"I know, I know, Sakura- you'll bite my balls off."

"Ew! There's no way I'd ever put my face anywhere near anyone's you perv. Especially yours. But I won't hesitate to cut them off. With the sharpest object possible."

I laughed at this.

"Really? That's not what I heard."

It's so fun to mess with her.

Her expression was taken aback and bewildered. "What? I assure you, that's disgusting and so not true."

I laughed again and walked off before she had time to say anything else.

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For some reason, this year I had decided to return to sports. I guess I was just bored. Bored with my life, bored in my town.

I was glad I picked up lacrosse again. I had forgotten how fun it was, and realized that I didn't suck as much as I thought.

It was hot and practice was long, but I enjoyed the workout as we ran sprints across the field. After our warm-ups, Coach had us scrimmage a little. Iruka could be a dick, but he recognized my offensive skills and always let me play attack.

During our scrimmage the cheerleaders came out to practice. Not that that was a big deal or anything but sometimes they did cause some of the boys to get a little cocky. Myself included.

"Okay guys, let's try and execute some of the plays that we've been practicing. Shikamaru, I know you have a strong shot but if you don't pass the ball's bound to get checked outta your stick sometime- good work, Kiba- but Lee was wide open the whole time."

I grinned at Coach's praise and Shikamaru mumbled "passing is so troublesome."

"All right, resume your previous positions. And Kiba, this isn't shirts vs. skins so keep your pinnie on. You too, Naruto."

What can I say, I'm a cocky bastard.

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Sakura pulled her hair into a high ponytail as she walked, doing her best to gather every strand of rosy hair off of her sweaty neck and forehead. As she lead her squad out to an open patch of field, she noticed the boys lacrosse team out in the distance.

Great, she thought, I hope these girls don't get too flirty just because of some dumb boys.

She and her crew stopped a few meters away from the lacrosse field. The girls formed a semi circle around her as she lead them in stretches. Sitting on nearby bleachers was a girl named Ino, sporting crutches and a cast on her leg from a previous dismount accident. The intense heat that made her leg sweat in its cast and the idea of being replaced by a meek clumsy Hinata made her cranky and frustrated.

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I was playing attack, meaning I had to score on the other team's goalie, and a kid named Neji was guarding me on defense. I don't like him very much; he has creepy white eyes and is a bit of a prick.

Shikamaru played offense for the other team, and surprisingly enough he's really good and really fast, considering he barely gets off his lazy ass when he's not on the lacrosse field. So as a result, he kept possession of that little ball for a while before scoring on our goal. It wasn't until after Kankuro, our goalie, passed the ball out to Naruto that our team made it down to my end of the field and I had to even think about playing.

But Naruto, that dumbass, tried to show-off cradling down the field lefty so he could wave a hand at the cheerleaders as he passed and lost the ball when Shikamaru checked him. Idiot.

While Shikamaru kept the ball at the other end of the field, I let my gaze wander from the action of the game over to those cheerleaders.

There was a new girl on the squad, I noticed. A small, pale girl with a delicate skeleton and short, dark, bob. I knew that bob. Hinata.

She was a cheerleader? Huh.

Wait, someone was missing. That obnoxious blonde chick, Ino. Oh, there she is. Off to the side, with the crutches. Hah, I snickered and continued to watch Sakura explain something with vast hand motions to Hinata. The poor girl looked positively frightened as Sakura pointed to the top of the human pyramid that had been constructed.

"Hm, this should be good."

I turned to see Neji standing closer to me, watching the cheerleaders.

"What do you mean?"

"Hinata is the most ugly, ungraceful thing on this earth," he smirked.

This is why I don't like this guy. He's a dick. Hinata is very graceful. She's fluid and beautiful and balanced and sexy and… you get the picture.

We continued to watch as Hinata was lifted and grabbed and finally placed on top of the human pyramid. I whooped and hooted at her accomplishment. Iruka yelled at me to pay attention.

Naruto had the ball again, and was carrying it down the field. I leapt away from Neji in an attempt to get open. Naruto threw me a long pass, which I ran for to catch, and he looped around in front of me, closer to the goal. I shuffled it back to him before Neji could check me and ran behind the goal, ready to scoop up any rogue shots. Naruto rushed the goal and shot on the edge of the arc, narrowly missing. I sprinted toward the ball that flung past the goal off the field toward the cheerleaders. I managed to rake it up just as Neji hacked at my padded shoulders then my stick.

But then, I heard a scream, and when I looked up, the human pyramid of cheerleaders was on the ground, Hinata somewhere in the rubble of legs and limbs and ponytails. I heard Neji laugh and the next thing I knew the ball was knocked out of me stick and Neji ran down the field with possession of it.

Fuck. No fucking way I'm letting that twat laugh at Hinata and steal the ball from me. I quickly bolted after him, bringing my stick down across his shoulder when I caught up with him. His cradles only evaded my checks for so long until he dropped the ball and I raked it up again. I cradled it a bit and was about to pass it off when the round end of a lacrosse stick jabbed me in the back. The momentum sent me stumbling to the ground, and more blows with the head of the stick crashed against the back of my helmet.

It sent my mouth guard flying out out past my lips, and my teeth crashed into the bars of my helmet.

I grimaced and spit out a saliva-y mixture of dirt and blood. tThat fucking cunt.

I watched Neji leap over my body and start to sprint off, but not before I tripped him with my stick. I was so fucking mad, I wasn't thinking when I jumped on him and put a few blows into his stomach with my gloved fists.

"Kiba! Enough!" I kept punching him long past when Iruka blew the whistle. He pulled me off of and way from Neji, as did Shikamaru. And ya know what? All that faggot Neji did was look over to those cheerleaders and then back at me and laugh.

Like I said, this kid's a fucking prick.

"Kiba! That's enough! I've warned you several times, you're on probation now. Hit the showers. And tomorrow, report to detention instead of practice."

Detention. Story of my life.