Hello my petite pallies! I started this story to get rid of writers block, but I just want to write this one now… megh. I'm sorry. (Apologizes for no reason)
Uh… Disclaimer: I own nothing…
IN this story they would be in grade ten, AKA the third year of high school. I'm going by the North American school system, school starts in September and goes until June. Also, there is elementary school (grades k-7) and then high school (grades 8-12) My school system works like this. There's no middle school.
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Third year of high school, never been asked out, aside from that drunk guy on a dare, and he doesn't count. My last year should be fun, enjoyable, and altogether great. Thing is, the key word here is should, meaning it probably won't. I get really good grades, I'm not that bad looking, but the thing is, I have the 'touch me and die' look going for me. Sort of the ultimate cross between tomboy and lazy. I think uninterested would be the word, or maybe sadistic.
Personally, I think that the worst thing about all this, aside from the fact that I'm talking to myself, is the face that my friends have dragged me into this noise, crowed gym to watch a basketball game. I don't even know what this stupid sport is about. Something to do with an orange ball. Maybe.
"Tennie-chan! We have to go give the team words of encouragement before they start and we won't be able to talk with them, ne? Ne?" My peppy blond friend bounced in front of my face. I glared at her, but nevertheless let her and my two other friends drag me down onto the wooden floors.
"Come on, Tennie!" My pink haired friend cheered, "Sasuke-kun will be there! He's only like, the most popular kid in the school!
"Ino, Sakura, Hinata, how the heck are you even planning on getting close to the team?" I asked, uninterested, really, but I liked listening to my friend's foolish plans.
"Hinata's dating a member of the team, right, so we can get into the classroom that they are having a pep talk in, ne?" Ino babbled, almost incoherently, as my arms threatened to be ripped out. Suddenly, Sakura (Who was holding my left hand) stopped outside a classroom with a sigh tapped up proclaiming 'Do not disturb. Basketball prep in progress.'
"Hinata-chan, you should knock, because you're the one dating that boy after all… eh, yeah." I raised my eyebrow at Ino; normally she would simply barge in without a second thought. She glared at me whist Hinata knocked shyly on the door.
"What do you wan… oh, it's you Hinata." A boy with pineapple hair opened the door. Man he was tall. Are basketball players supposed to be tall? I think so, but hey, what does it matter?
"H-hello, Shikamaru-san. May we come in?" Hinata asked politely. Eh, she's using her commanding voice.
"Eh, sure." The boy, Shikamaru, apparently, pushed the door open a little more and slouched back into the room. Ino grabbed my hand, and I noticed that her palm was a little sweaty. I glanced at her face, confused and noticed that through her makeup her cheeks were tinted a little red. Then it hit me.
"So it's not just a crush then, ne?" I whispered in her ear, but she chose to ignore me and dragged me into the classroom. I chuckled in the back of my throat and let her lead me in.
There's a table… and not much else. Just some guys and a balding teacher. Actually, you can't tell he's bald, because he wears a bandanna over his head, but I know because I took the liberty of whipping it off in grade eight. Ah, good times. Oh look, he still remembers me. I laugh in my head.
"Ah, Tenten-san, I haven't seen you in a while, how are you?" He asked, eye twitching slightly. As if I wouldn't notice, geez.
"Good day, Genma-sensei. Have you been faithfully polishing your bald spot?" The basketball team members glanced from me to Genma in confusion. His eye is twitching even more now. I grinned manically at them, and my eye was caught by this one guy. God, he looks gay. Sadly, my thinking time is interrupted by Genma. Good lord.
"Tenten-san," he paused to cough uncomfortably. I probably would too if my whole team was staring at the back of my head, "You'll give the team a pep talk, will you? I have to, uh, get a drink. Yes a drink." He left the room like it was on fire. Meanwhile, I am left laughing. In my head again, just so you know. Hm, now I have three girls and a group of guys staring at me expectantly. Joy. I turned to face them, spread my arms dramatically, and…
"Ultimately, you are all dead men." Sakura and Ino broke down laughing at fake cheeriness in her voice. Then the gay boy piped up.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" He grunted, reclining on only two of the four chair legs. Oh it would be entertaining to see him fall backwards.
"Well, when you are about eighty, you're heart will suddenly go 'oh deary me' and quit." Sakura and Ino are rolling on the floor now. Maybe it's because I'm addressing him as you would a little child who just asked why he has to eat his vegetables. Or maybe it's the look on this boy's face. The one that reads total astonishment and annoyance.
"That was a stupid question." Snapped Shikamaru, AKA Pineapple man, directing his verbal vomit at the long haired gay boy.
"Ah no, my dear Pineapple Head," He interjected with a 'what', but I glared at him and continued, "There are no stupid questions, just stupid people." I finished passing on this little piece of wisdom, and the boy with his chair legs off the floor gave me a death glare. I grinned back.
"A-ah… Tenten-chan, I believe we should leave now… the game is going to start soon." Hinata stammered, apparently more aware than Ino and Sakura of the fact that this odd boy wanted to kill me.
"Ohkay! Bye Annoying Gay One and co!" I flounced from the room, jamming my hands into the pockets of the baggy sweatshirt I wore to cover the ugly white blouse I had to wear because of school regulations. While we're on the topic of the school uniform, might I point out that the skirt is way to short? I swear my sweatshirt almost covers it. Oh the agony.
The door shut with a thunk, and we made our way down to the gym. Ino pushed some little eighth graders off the bleachers and sat down. Or rather, Hinata Sakura and Ino sat down and I was forced down. This sucks. I get to watch a bunch of males with overblown egos play a stupid game against other males with overblown egos. Joy, joy, happy joy.
I guess I must have zoned out, because Ino is prodding my shoulder and Genma-sensei is saying something into a microphone. How do you even understand what people are saying when they use those things? It all just comes out like 'fksajksdfh' and such. Half the people in this bloody gym aren't even listening anyways. Tch, why should I care what he's saying?
"He's announcing the players names!" Ino whispered excitedly. I rolled my eyes at her. Seriously, there really is no reason why I should care. How many times must I repeat this? I gestured dramatically at the ceiling as if communicating with God. Apparently Sakura noticed these desperate gestured because she poked me hard in the ribs and hissed that I should listen if I didn't want my eyes gouged out. Rubbing my ribs ruefully I returned my attention tot eh front. (Not that it was ever really there in the first place, but you know what I mean.)
"Uzumaki Naruto, number seven!" announced Genma with a cheesy grin. I swear that his bald spot is shinning through his bandana, but I guess that doesn't really matter at the moment. Still the thought is hilarious. I snorted and Ino looked at me like I was insane. But then again, I suppose that I technically am, so nothing new there.
"Uchiha Sasuke, number seventeen!" The stands erupted in squeals and screams. The girl in front of me even fainted. Mulling over where I had heard the name Sasuke and why all the girls in the stands suddenly all suffered spontaneous cardiac arrests, I missed the next few names on the list. Finally I gave up and asked Sakura. She gave me this look.
"Seriously, Tennie, for someone so smart, how can you not know who Uchiha Sasuke is? He's only THE most sought after hunk in the school. Does that answer your oh so ignorant question?" She sighed dramatically and then turned to look at the male basketball team members filing across the gym. Losers, the lot of them. They commit their entire beings to the game and then less than a quarter of them actually make it to the pros.
"Hyuuga Neji, number thirteen!" I glare down at the player who stepped out of line to be recognized. Then I did a double take, nay, a triple take. I like the word nay, it makes me feel Shakespearian. Wait, this isn't the time for my mind to wander. Then I yelled.
"HINATA! YOU'RE RELATED TO THAT GAY GUY?!?!" Then I realized I was standing at that half the gym was staring at me. I mean, aside from his fan girls and this really creepy guy in the front row who was eyeing him like a piece of meat… all right, shutting up now. Thank God my hood is up so you can't see me face. I flop down on the hard bench, smile at Genma who is glaring at me. He knows. Genma knows. Wait, why do I care again?
I give Genma a little finger wave. You know, the kind where instead of waving your whole hand you just wiggle your fingers?
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GOSH DARN IT! IT"S WHAT MY PERVY GYM TEACHER DOES WHENEVER A GIRL COMES INTO HIS CLASS!!!
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Sorry, little outburst there. Anyways, I guess Genma decided that he will kill me later, because he started reading out names again. I'm safe.
Wait. I have forgotten something of crucial importance. That guy, Wedgie or whatever, will probably try and get Hinata to tell him who I am! I whipped around to face Hinata. (Nearly killing Sakura, who was sitting in between up.)
"Hina-chan!" I cried desperately, "You can not tell Wedgie or whoever who I am! I know he'll ask you because you're related to him! Wait… you are related to him, right?"
"Uh, if by Wedgie you mean Neji-niisan, he's my cousin?" She said, her statement half a question.
"Yes, well, whatever his gay name is, don't tell Wedgie-o who I am! Please, I beg of you! He'll probably eat me or something!" I whispered desperately.
"Who's going to eat you?" I froze as a cold voice asked the question. My first reaction was to glance down at the court. Darn, Genma's watching so obviously this person has permission to be here. I turn around slowly, smiling like I have an insanely painful cavity in every single one of my teeth.
"Oh hello, who are you?" I say, feigning innocence. I really wish I took drama now. I was never good at lying.
"You know who I am; the real question here is who are you?" Gay Wedgie raised an eyebrow.
"Bob the amazing llama." It rushed out before I could stop it. Ino chocked, Hinata stared, and Sakura hit her forehead with the palm of her hand. Wedgie-o's eyebrow rose higher upon his forehead. He looks old with wrinkles.
"Really." He said. Just plain said. No question, no mockery, no scepticism, nothing. I feel unappreciated. I lied, his name isn't Wedgie-o, it's Annoying-freaktard-icecube-wedgie-man. But maybe that's a little long? Seriously, I need to stop talking to myself.
"Yes really." I grunted, glaring at him. He shrugged and walked away down the steps, fan girls ogling him. Then he stopped and turned around.
"This isn't over yet… Bob." He smirked. The he waved and languidly and continued down the steps.
I hope someone trips him.
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