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NEW NOTE: The original version of this story (first published) has been uploaded here in place of the re-written chapters (of which only 3 were published) because otherwise, you'd go through a DRASTIC shift in writing voice. Of course, I have the new version still on my laptop, and I don't know what I'll do with it... I could post it on Tumblr just for safe-keeping if people wanted ^^ But meh. Is anyone even reading this anymore? Hmm...
-X-
NARUTO (-ナルト-) © Masashi Kishimoto & Shueisha.
Original Characters & Girls Got Game Fan Fiction Plot Belong to Me.
. Girl's . Got . Game .
. . . A Naruto Alternate Universe Fan Fiction . . .
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Old Author's Note: THE KONOHA NINJAS ARE IN MODERN AGE, BABEH.
OK. OK, this fanfiction is pretty cliche in terms of the 'girl sneaking into an All Boys' School', but it's not like I wanted a great, almighty fanfiction that will make everyone clap at it's originality and genius. I think this is more like a light-hearted, humorous ficlet than a dramatic, mind-blowing, astoundingly written piece of literature. Please take it as so, because this is more of a guilty-pleasure kind of story, except without that much guilt, really ;) Honestly, there's still going to be a ton of holes because this is a cliche girl-sneaking-into-an-all-boys-school plot and I'd rather get to the good stuff than spend forever building up a heist to get in because I mean let's be serious: WHAT KIND OF SCHOOL SYSTEM WOULDN'T CATCH SOMETHING THAT THIS?
New Note: Also just wanted to say I have the utmost respect for the LGBTQ+ community and have since been much better educated, versus I was rather unaware of it when this story was first published literally almost a decade ago and I was like... 12 :/ This story will definitely have glaring plot-holes and potential insensitivity to gender norms and roles. This is meant just to entertain, and again I am only publishing this for old time's sake! Still, I would like to apologize in advance, and if this is something that triggers you, you should not read on.
-x- Chapter One: Encounter - Nara Shikamaru -x-
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Soo...
I'm in what's-her-face's class writing a stupid letter. It's not my fault that I have the attention span of a fish, seriously, and the education system of private schools is crap anyway. But let's not get into the fact that getting good grades nowadays relies on your ability of memorization. Well, I'm Akira Hayashi, and I'm a teenager. 16, if you want the specifics. KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA-FRIKIN-HOHOHO.
... Craziness Aside, I go to an all girls' school and I live like a LONEWOLF in a room on the same floor as my best friends Tenten, Temari, and Hinata. If you feel the need to have a good laugh now, Pinkie and Blondie are also in my school, and on the same floor as me. DUDE, IT'S LIKE THEY'RE MENTALLY SLOW.
Nevermind. They ARE mentally slow. I mean, competing over a guy who doesn't even give a damn? That's just so... sad: you've just got to learn to let go at some point, y'know? But then again, if that fellow did like to those two, that'd just be equally sad, so...
PSH. WHATEVER. I'm going to go ditch now. I hope you have a great day, what's-your-face sensei. [crossout]By no means do I hope you get mauled in an alley lmao that would be terrible ha. ha ha..[/crossout]
I've been talking to my grade's counsellor about this since the beginning of the school year: I'll finally be transferring out of your [crossout]freaking boring as HELL[/crossout] class by the end of the week. After I leave, let's start off with a clean slate and not give each other death glares in the hallway, right, Sensei? I don't know about you, but I'm not one to harbor bad feelings about the past! Huzzah!
Oh right. I forgot to write what you told me to:
"I, Hayashi Akira, promise to never bring a soccer ball into Shinagawa-Sensei's classroom."
I AM really sorry for breaking your window. Truly. Well, maybe not as much as you'd like me to be, but hey: nobody's perfect. (:
[crossout]And I can still shoot them in from outside, right?[/crossout]
-
Hayashi
-X-
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-
I snarled, folding the pillow to cover my poor, exposed ears from my alarm's PMS. Keeping my ears muffled from the sound, I reached a weak hand out towards my alarm clock. The heck? I didn't even set it last night! It's a freakin' weekend! My hands aimlessly slapped the nightstand to find the raging clockwork.
Button, button, button... GEEZ! I held the clock in front of my face and rotated the item, and randomly pressing the side buttons to see which one was the one labeled 'Sleep'. It continued ringing, as if mocking my blurred morning blindness. I growled, ready to pull out the batteries-
"AKIRA!"
"EFF MY LIFE!" I hollered, chucking the alarm clock at the floor, where the batteries promptly bounced out, and the mechanism finally stopped sounding. "I'm trying to sleep! This is too much freakin' noise for seven o'clock in the morning on a Saturday!"
"Whoa. Sorry, but blame yourself for setting the alarm on the wrong day," she taunted, earning a careless grunt from me as I snuggled back into my blissfully warm covers.
"What do you want?" I rasped, trying to rub the gunk out the corners of my eyes. Akira was never going to be defined as 'morning person' - or at least not until Pinkie and Blondie were defined 'tolerable'.
Tenten smirked. "THE WATER PIPES FOR OUR SHOWERS EXPLODED!"
The shrieking voices made my eyes snap open. That wasn't Tenten's voice. Those were the voices of Sakura and Ino. They burst into my room, eyes wide with irritation and that spoiled look that little, girly 'princesses' have when they don't get something the way they want. I narrowed my eyes and I propped myself up in bed. It took a moment for the thought to register, but by the time I was shocked into alertness, my tongue failed me.
"Bligghbrry- glroo...WHAT?"
My eyes were wide, and my gaze had snapped over to Tenten. She sighed and rubbed her temples as if all the noise was giving her a migraine. Well, she wasn't the one who was having her room being rudely invaded by people who thought it was a designated meeting place for early hours of a weekend. Grawr... 'Fraid so. Probably not getting them back for the next month. Maybe even longer."
"Wh-what? You're kidding, right?" I wailed, imaginary tears streaming down my face. It wasn't like me to be so immature and loud, but... "...Wait. D-Does this mean..."
She frowned. "Yes, it does."
"...No."
"Yes."
"But I didn't even freakin' say what it-"
"Akira, put a sock in it!" Temari barged in angrily, still wearing her awesome Bugs Bunny pajamas (that I bought for her last Christmas). In fact, three of us looked like we had just gotten up from bed except for Pinkie and Blondie. They were already in tops that exposed their cleavage (or lack thereof) and short shorts. Tenten was in a Loose T-shirt and Pajamas pants. I was in a plain Maroon Tank-top and Light Grey Sweats and my hair in a mess. "I could hear you from down the hall..."
"This is not a matter that I can simply shrug off and sing a song about," I plopped myself back my bed as if getting ready to make a snow angel. "I'll just have to live with stinking like a pig after sports~"
"They're cutting off P.E, too," Sakura remarked.
...saywhut?
"Sports equal sweat, and sweat leads to showering," Temari laid it out for me, and all I could do was stare horrifically up at her from my wooden tiled floor. This IS NOT happening.
"So...No sports?"
"No sports." Insert my look-of-horror.
"So... No soccer?"
"No soccer." Insert my gasp-then-swoon.
"This. Is. F*cking. Unfair." It wasn't like me to swear, but the circumstances called for it to display my disapproval. No more soccer? What about my FUTURE?
Just as my outburst ended, Hinata arrived in her adorable striped blue and white Pajamas, rubbing her eyes. "G-good morning, e-everyone... Is there s-something t-the matter?"
"Kinda. You missed the explanation." Tenten groaned, plopping her butt firmly onto my bouncy bed. "But simply put, one of the main water pipes burst. We don't have any water in the fountains or showers. I think we've been put on 'Sink Water Conservation' too or something lame like that."
"Th-that's terrible!" Hinata exclaimed. I, on the other hand, was deviously plotting something.
"What about the guys' school?" I asked curiously. This was Konoha's all Girls' school. Ironically, just a few streets away was Konoha's all Boys' school. Being both of Konoha's elite schools, they had everything the girls had, and in this case, what the girls didn't have.
"They obviously have their water pipes intact. They fixed it last year during summer break when they all went home." Temari informed offhandedly, suddenly distracted with Tenten's buns, and asking her if she kept them like that before going to bed, or if she actually put the time to tie her hair into buns seven a.m on a Saturday.
I smirked. "I see..."
Hinata immediately recognized the malicious snarl I did every time I was thinking of causing some sort of mayhem. "A-Akira-chan, y-you wouldn't be th-thinking about-"
I played innocent and feigned a confused look, quietly shushing her because luckily Pinkie, Blondie, Tenten and Temari hadn't caught the spark of insanity that had crossed my mind.
I was always known for being a dare-devil. There wasn't a very big list of what I would never dare to do.
I licked my lips and mused over the idea again, the concept spreading and slowly blueprinting itself in my mind. It wouldn't be that hard to pull off, really, and it'd be preetty interesting to see if I could pull it off... It was basically like 'Broadening my Horizons'. The experience would surely be worth it... right?
A knock came on my door and we all looked over respectively. Temari strolled over and opened it, revealing an exasperated Shizune.
"There you all are!" she sighed heavily. I guessed that she had been searching everywhere for us and if she had known we were all in one single room, she wouldn't have went through all six rooms. "You girls remember the dance tonight, right?"
Sakura and Ino looked at each other and grinned widely. But me? Not I. I gave the biggest groan of the century.
"Tsunade-sama is going to give you guys permission to leave school grounds today in case you guys still haven't found a dress, but you guys are always let off grounds outside of school hours, anyway. Curfew has been pushed back to midnight, but really, she'd like to provide some... help." She reached into the bag over her shoulder to reveal six small wallet-sized cards. "You guys also get this. Everyone gets one, and it's the Student Price Card - and it gives you guys discounts on the stores listed on the back. It's a little late, but if you haven't already bought a dress, or want a few more, it'll come in handy. See you girls!" With a grin and a wave, she turned around and headed for the floor upstairs.
There was a chorus of 'YAY's, but all for different reasons.
YAY for buying a bunch of dresses.
YAY for curfew being pushed back until midnight.
YAY for remembering how they were going to force me into a dress.
Eff My Life indeed.
-X-
I dodged a pair of jeans flying in my direction. Tenten and Temari had proven to bet against me that I had absolutely no dresses in my closet. For the past five minutes, their hands worked to throw the articles of clothing out of their way as they dug through the closet. I didn't have a lot of clothes, or a small closet, but I wasn't really all that neat, either. My clothes were basically scattered all over the floor, making their search even more difficult.
"What did I tell you?" I put my hands on my hips and sighed. "No one likes friends who don't listen, girls."
"Akira!" Tenten slumped on her knees, a pair of shorts in her lap. "I can't believe you've never bought a dress before! What did you wear for dances in previous years?"
"I didn't go."
"YOU DIDN'T GO!" she repeated, tone over-exaggerated and mocking.
I fumbled with my sweats that I slept in habitually; I still hadn't changed yet. "Oh come on, don't say that like it's my fault. I warned you."
"It's not like you lack style or anything, hun." Temari threw another horde of clothes on my bed. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't care about what I wear, but pleasing myself comes before caring what other people think. I'll buy those pants, and I'll buy that T-shirt that I like. Just not dresses. Akira Hayashi doesn't do dresses. Or anything frilly and girly, whatnot. They just weren't... me.
"We still have a bit of time left. We can buy you one," Temari offered. I gave her the best glare I could muster, saying 'Let's see you force me out of this door.' She groaned out loud and glanced over at Tenten.
"Or you can borrow one of Tenten's...?" she suggested. Tenten shot her a 'Don't go there' expression. Tenten only had a collection of Chinese dresses that she values very much since they were bought and handed down to her by her family, plus they're made of some expensive quality. Temari only possessed one dress since she wasn't much of a 'dressy' girl either; the one she was going to wear that night. She sighed. "What now?"
"Guys, relax," I tried to reassure, standing up. "This isn't Cinderella's ball, so it's not like I'm anticipating a dance with a Prince. I never wanted to go. You two are making the big fuss out of nothing."
Three knocks came on my door and Hinata peeked in. "H-Hayashi-chan. Would you l-like one of my dresses?" Hinata kindly offered. I shook my head humbly and thanked her anyway before shooting a glare at all of them.
"Put it to a rest! I'm appreciating the effort here, but I'm not going, even if you do find me a dress."
Tenten looked skeptical. "You sure?"
"I'm sure," I answered confidently, smirking. "I was sure 7 years ago during that first gaudy primary school dance.."
"Oh, I give already!" Temari stood back up and threw her arms up. "Well, I need to go out again because my flats are totally not dance material anymore. I need new shoes. Anyone coming with?"
Tenten put up her hand, and Hinata mustered up an 'I'll go', too. Temari only laughed at my look of revolt.
"Go get prettied up, ladies," I jested, pushing them out of my room. I turned back and marveled at the masterpiece they left for me to clean up. I rolled my eyes and turned away from the mess: I could fix it up later.
Putting a pen to my mouth, I bit off the lid and sat on my desk with pen and paper, ready to plot out the necessary precautions for my plan to work.
-X-
"Soo..." came Kiba, breaking the silence. "Are you gonna go to the dance?"
"Hell no," said Sasuke, one of the five occupants of the room. "Those girls will pounce on me if I go."
"No," was Neji's flat reply.
"Hnn. Too troublesome," Shikamaru muttered, rolling onto his side on the bed. "And besides, no girls would want to ask me."
"What's the point of a dance?" Gaara asked, smirking slightly as the rest of them agreed with either a grunt or nod. Kiba snorted, looking up at the ceiling with his arms folded behind his head. His eyebrows went up as an idea sparked.
"Hey." Kiba rolled onto his stomach from the top bunk and had a good view of each 16 year old in the room. "The girls' wouldn't miss a dance for the world... so the girls' buildings will be empty... And since we've got nothing better to do..."
"Why not go on a raid?" he finished, as the other boys in the room began to smirk. At least it would provide them some sort of entertainment.
-X-
Hours later, Tenten, Temari, and Hinata were all putting on finishing touches of mascara, eyeliner, blush and all that crazy makeup. Sakura and Ino were in their own rooms getting ready, which I thanked the heavens for because I didn't want them in mine, anyways. I watched silently from my bed, watching in amazement as they stepped out of my washroom in their respective dresses.
Tenten was in the traditional sleeveless Chinese Dress with a slit down the side, and her hair in the usual two buns with pearl hair decorations hanging from each. The dress itself had intricate designs of white floral on it on a red fabric, making the patterns stand out generously. I jokingly hooted and hollered when she came out and she laughed, shooting me a thumbs up.
Hinata stepped out in a modest strapless purple floral dress with a wide black sash tied around her waist. She wore a white, long-sleeved cardigan to cover her arms. I would have liked it anyways without the cover-up, but I loved it all the more because it screamed Hinata. I whistled and 'woot'ed. She blushed and smiled sheepishly.
Then came Temari, and she was in a chiffon, V-neck black dress that looked absolutely sexy on her. The bottom of the dress was in a slant, revealing her legs and her new black heels. It showed off her amazing curves and contrasting greatly with her hair, which was let down and wavy. I clapped and shouted, "Giiirl, you so sexy, Justin Timberlake brought you back five times!" She laughed out loud, hands on hips.
"We'll be going now, Aki-chan!" Tenten called from the front door once they had made their way down. I looked down from my floor and waved, winking.
"Have fun!" I called out. Hinata was the last to leave and snuck another glance at me.
"A-are you sure you d-don't want to go, Akira-chan?" she asked softly. I smiled gratefully at her thoughtfulness.
"I'm sure, Hinata, and you look stunning. Go and get that clueless Naruto!" She blushed, just like usual whenever his name came up.
"M-Mm... Bye, Akira-chan!" I waved once more as she shut the door. I rushed up to my cleaned room that I had taken the time to sort out while they got ready (it took 3 hours! Can you believe the time they take? However, I will admit, my friends looked pretty dayum dazzling).
Ultimately, I turned off the lights and scurried onto my bed. I wiggled deep into my blankets and cuddled with one of my pillows, slowly starting to drift. I hadn't gotten much sleep this morning, anyhow, thanks to some people.
I started meditating... Going off into my own little world...
-x-
CRASH!
"Kiba! You dumbass!" My eyes snapped open after what seemed like an hour. I stayed perfectly still against my bed, trying to blend with the darkness. A... Break in?
CRASH!
"KIBA! STOP MESSING AROUND!" The tone was urgent, hushed. But... young.
The window rolled up and it was then that I knew who it was. A bunch of teenage boys crashing onto the floor. My fear evaporated as I rolled my eyes.
"WAIT! GET OFF ME!"
"Whose leg is this?"
"AH! SOMEONE TURN ON THE LIGHTS — IT'S TOO DARK!"
Complying with their request, I got up and sauntered over to my light switch to flick it on.
"THANK GO- Wait." All of them stopped their struggling, staring up at me. I raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"A little advise when sneaking into someone's room: Check if anyone's there first, okay?" I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Finally, they untangled themselves and stood in front of me, careful to not position themselves too close. Adorably and even more hilariously, their cheeks were stained pink.
"You guys are dumbasses. Is it possible to be any worse at sneaking in?" I stifled the chuckle this time. I wasn't trying to rub it in, but I knew it came out that way. "What are you doing here?"
"Who are you?" One of them asked. He was cute, with raven hair and onyx eyes. I smirked as he matched the description of the Sasuke that Sakura and Ino talked about 24/7. If this was really the kid, I was impressed. Very 'pretty-boy' material.
"I should be asking all of you that question," I countered smoothly, thoroughly enjoying their embarrassment. "Care for some intros?"
"Uchiha Sasuke," the cute one muttered. This confirmed my suspicions.
A lavender-eyed boy glanced at me. He was just as good-looking as the last one. "Hyuuga Neji..."
"Nara Shikamaru..."
"Gaara."
"Inuzuka Kiba!"
"Nice." I leered approvingly at their obedience, trying to ignore the fact that they were all blessed with a face that was extremely easy on the eyes. "I'm not going to tell you my name, but I will let you go on one condition..."
They all froze. I grinned wickedly.
"Go raid some other floor, because this floor has my some of my really good friends, so leave it alone, got it?" I barked as they all flinched and nodded. I broke out into a silly grin as they ran out my door like dogs and started laughing loudly in the halls, going down a flight of stairs to another floor like I had told them to. I tilted my head, letting my bangs fall in front of my face as I rubbed my chin thoughtfully.
"Hmmm..."
-X-
"Nara Shikamaru, please report to the office," the Office Lady announced in her nasal voice. "Nara Shikamaru."
Shikamaru stood up from his seat in class as the school speakers repeated his name on the speakers to his dismay.
"Troublesome..." he muttered under his breath.
As he entered the office, he froze. Standing in front of him was a ...'boy'... with black hair and reddish-brown eyes that leaned towards a vibrant mahogany color. The supposed 'boy' had black hair, tied up into a topknot, not unlike an old samurai, strands of hair still framing 'his' face.
Shikamaru's eye twitched ever so slightly.
-X-
Shikamaru stood in front of me, eye twitching, hands clenching into fists, eyebrows angling in a look of frustration... even his jaw was tight and his lips were pursed. I hadn't expected him to recognize me so quickly. Maybe he would've gotten a hint through my voice, but it had been at least a week or so for me to get the whole applying and whatever process done. I was hoping that I'd fog his memory a bit. I could totally see him ratting me out, and I earnestly hoped that he wouldn't. Not so soon!
"Right. Shikamaru, show Akira to your room. He'll be staying with you," Sarutobi murmured as I bowed to him and followed Shikamaru out. The instant we were out of sight and earshot, he whirled around to face me.
"Are you mad?" he whispered angrily. I frowned as an act, though I was glad he hadn't said something right then and there in front of the Principal when I knew he could have.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm not dumb, okay?" he sighed heavily. "You're that troublesome girl that caught us sneaking into her dorm!"
I groaned and shushed him, immediately calling for my defenses."Okay, listen. I'm just here because our school cut off our sports program and one of our pipes are broken or some crap like that. It's... it's a really long and er... complicated story, but I promise I'll leave in a month! A Month!"
I knew I wasn't very convincing, but I gave it a try. He glanced at me and then groaned, pacing a few steps in front of me. I kept my eyes lowered, biting my lip as he sighed multiple time. He spun around to meet me in the face again and I cringed, thinking he was going to latch onto my arm and drag me back to the office where I would become some kind of juvenile delinquent and never see Hinata, or Tenten, or Temari again and then I'd have a criminal record saying how I have a cross-dressing fetish and I'm a female perv -
"One month and you're out," he said. My jaw unhinged slightly and I nearly jumped on him to give him a hug, but I reminded myself he wasn't one of my girlfriends and we barely knew each other. Plus we were both 'boys' at the moment, and I don't know what if he's homophobic? He continued, "But keep in mind that you're living with a bunch of guys, and that you have to take showers and change in the open, too."
I froze.
"...Let me guess, you haven't thought it out that far?" Apparently, he was very experienced with dealing with idiots.
I gave a hopeful grin, scratching the back of neck apologetically. "You'll help me, right?"
A groan. "Troublesome woman, not knowing what she's getting herself into..."
-X-
Surprisingly, my 'roommates' were the same guys that I had seen yesterday: Sasuke, Kiba, Neji, Gaara and of course, Shikamaru. Oh, did I mention they share rooms here? Maybe they're scared the girls will break out into catfights or pillow fights at night.. or that we'll jump on our menstrual cycles and run each other over...
"Hey," I murmured in what I hoped was a deep voice. It sounded too fake, so I toned it up a little. In my previous years in Choir, I was always in the Alto-Tenor range, so it wasn't like I had a very high voice for a girl anyways. If all else fails, then I could just be a girly boy, couldn't I? "I'm Akira."
The guys paused, glancing at me long enough to give me a nod, hopefully, meant for approval. Thank gosh...
"It's about time that spare bunk was filled out," Gaara muttered, going back to his homework.
"So, Uchiha, what happened to that fangirl?" Neji asked teasingly, sitting on his bottom bunk and staring sideways at Sasuke. "I saw her crying and screaming for you to stop walking away."
"Ugh," Sasuke groaned, flopping onto his bed. Disgust was evident in his voice. "What's it to you, Hyuuga?"
Of course, I watched this silently, unpacking my stuff and shoving it under the bed as I sat on the mattress.
"That's mine. You're up there," Shikamaru piped up. I raised a brow: really? I thought... Not that I was complaining, since I love being on the top of bunk beds, but I thought everyone did, so... Was this guy giving the top bunk to me? Awesome!
I moved my stuff out from under the bed and threw it on top. Shikamaru pointed out a few empty drawers that were apparently mine now. I nodded, unpacking and trying to secretly bury my underwear deep inside my T-shirts and whatnot so no one would catch sight of them. I had a few more bindings in case my current one was dirty or whatever, and I shoved that deep into the drawer too. I let out a sigh of relief when it was all done and I climbed back up onto my bed. There was a long silence.
"Oh..." Kiba glanced at me. "You didn't get our names yet."
Yes, I did.
"I'm Gaara," the first guy said, slightly grinning. He had azure blue eyes, which I wasn't able to see the other night. Did I mention that he had short, tousled, red hair and black rings around his eyes, almost like eyeliner? How the heck? And Red Hair! Azure eyes! I don't care if it is eyeliner, how does someone look this good?!
"I'm Inuzuka Kiba," the boy offered his hand, which I shook. He had red markings on his cheeks, which I thought were really unique. Add in some messy brown hair, sharp eyes, and fang-like teeth and you've got yourself a really cute guy. I nearly smiled too wide.
"Uchiha Sasuke," the raven-haired king of ego said from his bed, not even bothering to glance at me. Neji glimpsed at me briefly.
"I'm Hyuuga Neji," he said, giving me a smirk, and then turning back to his novel. I tried my best not to blush. His natural lavender eyes were enough to make any girl melt. Or at least I'm guessing they're natural. Hell, did guys wear colored contacts too? He didn't seem like... that type, though, but it wasn't like I had a lot of experience with men who cared about their appearance more than the average woman.
"...You already know me," Shikamaru grumbled as I glared at him.
Soon, it was nighttime and we all knew what that meant: curfew kicks in. Everyone got into their beds, yawning. I flopped onto mine, blinking a few times after noticing how uncomfortable it was. Tsunade had gone through quite the troubled to get me a cushioning, soft bed because I kept falling asleep during classes with a hard one.
I sighed and rustled slightly in my bed, rolling over to face the rest of my new roommates. I could make out Gaara's Red hair on the top bunk of Sasuke's, and Neji's long hair flowing onto the pillow on the bed over Kiba, whose sheets were everywhere. I looked down at Shikamaru. As if he knew I was looking at him, he opened his eyes and we made eye contact. I quickly retracted and buried myself into the sheets, my heart thumping like crazy from everything that was happening.
I beamed, realizing that I'd accomplished my goal of getting into the school undetected. So far.
This is going to be interesting...
End Chapter.