Scars

By: Kayla

Chapter: Bad Boy From Mississippi

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto.

Summary: She comes from a bad family, where drinking and abuse is abundant. He comes from a family that hates his living guts, and would like to see him dead. Can they help each other in their time of need?

A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know! This idea has been done soooo many times, but I'm going to put my own little flair to it. I hope you all like it. Please R&R!

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Sakura sat in her room, if you could call it such. Really it was just a small attic. And all she had was a bed, a wooden bedside table, and a lamp. Also a small closet, which held her clothes. Lifting her mattress, she found a special craft knife. It was sleek, with a thin triangular blade at the tip. She picks it up, places the blade next to her wrist. She watched as a straight line of blood bloomed from under the edge of the blade. When she did this, she felt awesome. Satisfied, finally. Then exhausted.

This was something she could do. Something she could do without him stopping her. As she laid in bed, thoughts of her abusive father came back to her.

'You little whore, you're not worth shit!'

He would beat her bloody every night before she went to bed, screaming this in her face. He beat and bruised her, but never her face. He didn't want to get into any trouble now.

Sakura couldn't sleep. So, she reached her hand over and grabbed her sleeping pills. She loved them. they were a god among medicine. She found she had needed them lately. She was starting to become an insomniac, and that wasn't good. But on the other hand, if she slept, the nightmares came and dominated her dreams. Two more years, and she would be out of this living hell called her life.

Maybe it would be sooner than she had thought.

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A big-chested woman leaned forward, stacks of paper cluttering her desk, her black leather chair groaning, like the cow it used to be. Before someone killed it and turned it into a chair in a fancy principal's office. She crossed her legs in annoyance, looking at the tall red headed boy now towering over her desk, shoving a paper into her face. She took the paper, read the words printed on it, "New here, huh." She stated the obvious. He didn't respond. He stood over the desk as she went through one of the many piles on her desk. Finally she found what she was looking for, and she handed to him. Trying to get him out of her office. It was his new class schedule. "Try not to get into any trouble this year!"

The boy was about to open the closed door when a pink haired girl opened the door from the other side, bumping into him. Having this guy so close to her, made her squeak and jump back a couple feet. She walked in slowly, her head lowered, eyes planted on the ground.

"Again Sakura? This is the 5th time in two weeks!" The woman sitting on the dead cow said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I know." She said timidly, eyes planted to a spot on the floor.

The woman didn't say a word, just handed her a pink excuse form.

"Thank you Tsunade." The girl slowly walked to the door, past the boy who was still looking at her.

That's when he got a good look at her. She was wearing a huge, gray hoodie that hid her slender figure. She had small bags under her eyes, looked like the living dead she did. More like she hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a long while. She was pressing her thumbs against the fabric of the hoodie sleeves nervously. Like she was hiding something from view. Sad green eyes looked up at him. He didn't move. She smiled hesitantly at him and walked to the door, but stopped when she heard Tsunade's voice.

"Sakura, while you're here, will you please show our new student to his first class?"

Sakura didn't want to do this. She hated being around other people. Especially people of the opposite sex. But she did it anyway. "Sure." The red headed boy handed her his schedule. She walked out the door, the boy following right behind, just a little too close for comfort. So she walked a little faster, trying to lengthen the space between them. She glanced at his paper once, Global Studies room 124. That was just up the hall. They had the same first period class together. They walked in silence to their first class.

She glanced up at him. He was a good head taller then her. He had dark blood red hair, the same color red that spilled from her self-inflicted cuts every night of her worthless life. She hated her life, and looking at him just made her remember why she hated it. But she couldn't keep her eyes off him. He was wearing a black shirt, with black pants. He had aquamarine colored eyes, with a symbol for love right above his left eye. She could only tell because he had noticed her looking at him. He glared. This made her duck her head, her pink hair shielding her face. He looked at her, a bit confused.

"Why do you do that?" He had asked as he watched her bow her head lower.

She looked up at him, eyes huge and asked very quietly, "Do what?"

"Lower your head and look at the floor." He told her.

"I don't know."

In fact she did know, she didn't want to be noticed by anyone. Just wanted to shrink into the floor. She was garbage, not worthy enough to breathe the same air as a normal living thing would. 'Garbage, your not worth shit!' The words rung in her ears, like they had just been said in reference to her. Willing the bad thoughts to leave her mind, she walked into the class as shown on his schedule, leaving him in the hall.

He followed after her. He walks into the class. Silently he sits behind her. He didn't tell the teacher he was new, didn't have a reason to. If the teacher was smart, then they would know. Maybe it was because the teacher was not in class yet. No, he wouldn't have done it anyway.

He looked around, a guy with blackish-blue hair sat on the left of the pink haired girl in front of him. His head was being held up by his hands, just staring blankly at the wall. He looked around again. Spotting many a girl, and guy staring lovingly at the raven haired boy. Many of them where sending the pinky death glares. Probably for sitting by the popular guy. If Gaara had to guess, he would say that this guy must be the king of the school. Everyone loved him. That made our red headed friend sick up his stomach.

10 minutes later, a man with silver hair decided to grace his students with his presence. "Hello!" No one said a word, just watched as he went to his desk. He sat in his chair, and propped his legs up on the desk. He grabbed an orange book out of his front pocket, and began reading silently. Gaara soon learned this teachers name was Kakashi, by looking at his schedule. Which was now laying on his desk. Probably placed there by the girl sitting in front of him. Sakura.

He watched as the pink haired girl was being harassed by the princess, as Gaara so liked to call him now.

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"Sasuke, please...leave me alone." Sakura asked for what she thought to be the 100th time.

The Uchiha was now placing his hand on her upper left thigh, rubbing slow circles around it. "You know what I want Sakura."

"Stop! Not now! Not ever!" Sakura said slightly below a whisper.

Angry with her, he squeezed her thigh roughly, making her gasp sharply from the pain of it.

"I think she told you to stop." A low voice said behind Sasuke. He looked back to see a red headed boy, for the likes of which he had seen for the first time.

Stupidly, he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm a bad boy from Mississippi." The said shaggy red head added with a wink.

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A/N: This idea has been hanging around in my head for ages. I know I still haven't finished my other stories. But I plan to! So, please tell me what you think of this one. I'll take anything. I can handle it!