A/N: Hello! I'm back! And I have a new story! Yay! This idea has been circling around in my tiny brain for a long time. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. This is the only time I'll say this throughout the story. Okay? Okay.

Chapter one

Hi. My name is Uchiha Sasuke. Yeah, I know. The rich, hot, guy who lives in a mansion. Please no pictures. I have always gotten what I wanted. Like the time I was four…I saw some other blonde little kid eating an ice cream cone. I wanted it. So I tugged at my brother's shoulder and said, "Want!" (That was the only word I really knew.)

He nodded to me.

Then he walked up to the blonde and said, "Hey kid, can I see that ice cream cone?"

The kid was obviously a freaking moron, so he nodded and handed it to Itachi.

Itachi smiled and said, "See ya sucka!"

As Itachi ran off, the blonde kid watched in horror as his precious ice cream disappeared before his eyes.

Itachi ran over to me and handed the cone to me.

I smiled in appreciation for the "bestest big brover, ever!" (As I called him.)

"Whatever you want, Sasuke, you can have it. Remember that." He said to me.

I nodded. Not really understanding what he was talking about.

But now, I understand.

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"Sasuke!" My mother called from the kitchen. "Get your ass out of bed! You're going to be late for your first day of your senior year!"

I groaned. How joyful. Another year of horny school girls drooling all over me.

"SASUKE!" Her voice shrieked. "Hurry up, damn it!"

"I'm coming…" I mumbled.

"That's it! I'm getting the bucket!"

Crap. I quickly jumped out of bed. Not the bucket! I'm guessing you have absolutely no idea what the hell the 'bucket' is.

The bucket is a family joke for having my dad come into your bedroom and pour a bucket of freaking cold water over your head. I found this out the hard way.

I was already fully dressed when Mother found the bucket and was carrying it upstairs.

"There you are, son," Mother greeted. "I guess I won't need the bucket after all, will I?"

I shock my head no.

"I will need it for your free loading brother, though," she smiled and carried it to Itachi's room, down the hallway.

Yes, my brother is a free-loader. He's a collage drop out. And he's a pitiful excuse for a brother.

Yeah, I know, I used to worship him. But now- he's just a lazy-ass. Do you want to worship a lazy-ass? I didn't think so.

I rolled my eyes and traveled down the staircase to the kitchen.

I guess you could say we're rich. My dad is a pro football player. He's the quarterback of Konaha Cheetahs. (I know-suckish name! Sorry people!)

So, we have loads of cash. That's one of the reasons girls drool all over me. It's not like I mind having hot chicks surrounding me.

I sat down and stared at the breakfast of pancakes in front of me.

"Good morning, Son." Dad didn't even look up from his book.

"Sup." I greeted.

"How has your day gone?"

((This was my dad's idea of small talk. Just to let you know.))

"Okay, I guess. For God's sake, I just woke up."

"Right. Of course."

I glanced over at the Grandfather Clock on the wall. 7:53.

Shit. I'm going to be late.

I jumped up from my chair and grabbed my car keys off the table.

"Bye, Son."

"Yeah." I responded.

"Don't pick up another girl on your first day!"

"Yeah."

I raced out the door into the garage.

"Hello," I greeted my 1976 Stingray Corvette. It's not my favorite car, but the one that's my favorite is in the shop. Getting a new paint job.

I opened the door and hopped into the driver's seat.

Fun, fun, school is starting again.

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(At school…)

"Sasuke!"

"Sasuke, hi!"

"Hey, Sasuke!"

"How've you been, Sasuke?"

"Long time no see, Sasuke!"

"OMG! Hi Sasuke!"

"Hey, Sasuke, nice tan!"

"What's up, Sasuke?"

"Sasuke, I love you!"

"Hey, Sasuke! I saw your car! Pretty hot!"

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii Sasuke!"

"Sasuke! Hi!

"Good morning, Mr. Uchiha,"

"Sasuke! What's been up?"

"Sasuke, you look great!"

"Sasuke, how've you been?"

"I missed you, Sasuke!"

"SASUKE!"

"Holy, crap, Sasuke! You are lookin' fiiiiiiiiiine!"

"Hot, damn!"

"Sasuke! My man!"

"Love ya, Sasuke!"

This is a normal day at school. People saying hi to me constantly. Especially the rabid, horny, and not to mention hot girls.

Hearing people say my name never gets old. Everyone in the school-no scratch that- all of Konaha, knows me.

Every person I pass says the same thing: "Hi," at least.

I recognized every face. Every single one smiled when they passed me and greeted.

As I walked to my first class of the day…English.

When I opened the door a flood of voices oozed out.

Stepping inside the room people smiled and said, "Hi, Sasuke!" or "Sasuke! Hi!" Same as usual.

God, I loved being the center of attention.

We were all talking innocently when the teacher walked in the door.

"Class! Sit down!" the teacher shrieked.

We all sat down.

Great. The teacher is no other than…Morino Ibiki.

Damn it. He really sucks.

He smirked. "I assume you all have enjoyed your summer."

We nodded.

He laughed. "And I assume you like the spots you're sitting in as well."

We nodded again.

"Well, too bad. I have a seating arrangement."

Everyone but me groaned. I really wasn't worried about where I sat. Everyone's my friend.

"Listen up; at table one, Ino and Choji."

Ino groaned loudly to let Ibiki know she dreaded sitting by him.

Choji smirked. They went out way back in sixth grade. Ino hasn't forgiven herself for it…yet.

"Table two," he said ignoring Ino's groans. "Naruto and Sakura,"

Naruto (he's my best friend) and who? ...Sakura? Who was 'Sakura'? I've never heard of her. Me. I have never heard of someone!

"Table three…Shikamaru and Hinata."

"Table four…Sasuke and Tenten."

Yes! I'm right behind the girl I've never heard of and my best friend. Oh! Even better! I'm by Tenten! Score!

The rest of the girls in the room groaned.

Oh, well, too bad, ladies.

After everyone was seated, Ibiki started the lesson. It was something about editing. Whatever. It's just BS.

"Hey, Tenten," I said after class.

FYI Tenten is one of my best friends. I've known her since Pre-school.

"Yeah Sasuke. What do you want?" she said sarcastically.

"Your number. What do you think I want?" I retorted back sarcastically.

She sighed. "You have my number."

"Yeah. Do you know that one girl?"

"Oh, That One Girl? She's my friend."

"Really?"

"No. Who do you mean, Sakura?"

"Yeah! Her!"

"Yep. I know her."

"Is she new?"

"Yep."

Tenten and I chatted about Sakura until the second bell rang. Poor Tenten got a billion envious glares from other girls.

"Well, bye Sasuke!"

"Bye Tenten!"

"Bye!" she started walking off.

"Hey! Wait!"

"Yeah?" She turned around. Her deep brown eyes staring at me.

"I'll call you." I winked.

She giggled. "Okay, hot-shot!"

"Yes you are." I said under my breath.

"What?" she turned around again.

"Nothing! Bye!" I quickly walked to my next class.

And guess who's in there…

Miss Sakura.

This will be fun.

"Hi! Sakura right?" I smiled as I walked up to her. She glanced my way and smirked.

A/N: Sigh long enough chapter for you? Yeah. It was for me. I hope you like the new story! Please, by all means! REVIEW!! PLEASE!!!!

Thanks!