DISCLAIMER: Naruto is not, cannot, and will not be mine.
Before anything else, I would like you to know that this story isn't mine. It came from way, way, way back and was left aside. I figured that it would be nice to share it to everyone else. So, here it is! I hope you enjoy reading.
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"Hey, move it you freak!"
I stepped aside, allowing the person to pass through. I didn't need to rack my brain to figure out who it was. I didn't even need to look up to know who it was, because it was always the same person, dragging a whole bunch of girls who made up his fan club.
His stupid fan club.
The one and only, Uchiha Sasuke.
I averted my gaze from them and fixed my attention onto the floor. I could hear a few of the girls snickering at me as they passed by.
I stared after them in distaste. What was it about him that everyone found so attractive? Although he was good-looking, with perfectly chiseled features and a deep set of obsidian eyes to go with, he was probably one of the meanest and rudest person that I ever had the misfortune of knowing. And yet, tons and tons of girls were practically on their knees begging him to bring them out on a date. Granted, he was rich, but whatever happened to the old-fashioned way of falling in love with his personality and his heart rather than his wealth and looks? I shrugged. It was none of my business anyway.
I headed to class, my hands overflowing with books. The moment I set foot inside the classroom, the atmosphere became silent. The chattering all died down as I placed my books on top of my desk, located at the back of the room.
"So, Sakura, I've always wanted to ask you. Is that sweater you're wearing specially made for you or did you get it from the reject shop?" Karin asked as the whole class burst out in laughter.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. This was getting old. Every morning, it was the same thing. I sat down on my seat and attempted to arrange my books into my desk, all the time ignoring their sarcastic remarks. Personally, I don't know what made everyone hate me so much. Maybe it was because of my abnormally large forehead and not to mention my bizarre pink hair, but I never did anything to hurt them, At least none that I could think of. But I didn't mind being alone. In fact, I kind of liked it.
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The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Chairs scrapped on the floor as they were pushed backwards by the students hurrying to get to the cafeteria before all the nice foods are sold out. Azuma-sensei raised his voice to be heard over the noise.
"Remember, I want a thousand word essay on the conflict between Iraq and Afghanistan by tomorrow."
Groans were heard from every corner as everyone exited the class. I put away my books slowly. I didn't have to rush for time. I hardly ate the school food and I always had no difficulty getting a table. In fact, I'm beginning to think that the table right at the corner, where I usually sit, is always reserved for me, seeing as how nobody ever sits there.
The cafeteria was filled with an excited buzz when I entered. I could hear snippets of people's conversations around me.
"… who is he?"
"… doesn't look familiar at all. He isn't even in our uniform!"
"… he's good-looking…"
"… what's he doing here?"
I was curious but did not want to ask anybody, lest they might freak out and blow up at me because I had just touched their expensive, imported cardigan from Armani.
I froze in my tracks on the way to my usual table. Instead of it being empty, there were now three people, guys to be exact, seated there, with trays of food on the table. I looked around the cafeteria for a spare table, which was empty but found none. I groaned inwardly. There was nothing that I can do, except go up to them and see if they would allow me to sit with them. Unless I was mistaken, they probably wouldn't if they had already heard those rotten rumors going around about me, which I was sure the people in this school would only be happy to indulge with.
As I headed over to them slowly, dreading every second, the guy in the dark blue long-sleeved shirt looked at me and grinned. I took me half a second to realize who it was before I was running towards him and crushing him in a large bear hug.
tbc
