Hey guys! I'm back! After a very very long vacation from writing fanfics I've decided to come back, mainly to fix up some of my fics, Waiter, Comatose, and Odds and Evens will all be updated this week hopefully! Let's just get those reviews going so I can know that someone is actually reading this, and hopefully liking it! So this hasn't been updated for like 2 years. I just combined chapter 1 and 2 that have been here… So nothing new yet, but I did do some major alterations to some parts. Expect chapter 3 this week! Also please comment about the size of the chapters, I'm wondering if this is too short? Ah reviews are very much appreciated and will actually determine if there are readers, which fuel my writing fire!

Chapter 1: The Odd Beginning

As a child he had no problem with his studies.

At age 4 he learned how to read. His eyes growing blurry with every book he read.

At age 7 he learned that girls gave him a minor rash whenever they touched him, his mother being the only exception. He resembled his mother so much that his mother fawned over him.

At age 10 he learned geometry. His brain getting bigger with every problem he solved, he got that from his father.

At age 12 he learned that if he looked more like a nerd girls would stop bothering him. So he picked up his fine tooth comb and his thick wide rimmed glasses. His brother obviously laughing at him at every chance he gets.

Now at age 15 he will learn that being a nerd, merely to avoid interacting with girls, has its disadvantages, especially if he gets a crush on someone.

He sat down in a neat school chair; the squeak on the hard floor brought a wince to his face. Being early to school was his usual thing. He liked being able to have some time before class to do some homework…even though most of the time he would have already finished it at home anyway.

His eyes roamed to the window waiting for class to start, the bored look on his face apparent to any outsider that glanced at him. The clouds roamed slowly by, revealing the sun rays that hit off his glasses creating a gleam. His black hair, which was combed down to his head, absorbed all the heat it could before the autumn clouds covered the brilliantly bright sun again.

It wasn't long before the seats in the classroom were filled. One by one they filed into the classroom, wearing the same respected uniforms that they wore every day. The low rumble of talking students was present and he tried his best to ignore it. He was nothing more than a nerd to them; which is why they didn't speak to him much. That was his intention from the start, he smirked to himself happily.

Before he figured out that being a nerd would stop girls from talking to him. He would always be bombarded every single day. Fan girls left to right, it got as bad as having his family move away for a period of time. When they came back he completely changed his looks to the point of them thinking that this was a different family with the same last name. Even though he gets his solitude now at times he can't help but feel a little…lonely.

He scoffed at his own thoughts. Lonely? He thought. I'm not lonely; I just happen to like to be alone. He pushed up his glasses and glanced up at the digital clock. It's was almost time for class to start, he looked around, and sure enough most of the chairs were filled.

He never spoke to his peers that much…and when he did it would only be because they asked him a question. He liked to show off his intelligence, to have a little confident feeling of superiority. He would never put his opinion into a conversation.

He didn't remember how he became so isolated from society; it was almost as though he was a sleepwalker at night, then he would wake up in a totally different place with no recollection of how he got there. While Sasuke was in the middle of his daydreaming, class had already started.

"Uzumaki Naruto! Is that boy here?" Our home room teacher called out in his final stages of roll call. He must have called and checked Sasuke's name, seeing him turn away from him. Sasuke was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice him come in. At the second the teacher called that name a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes quickly opened the door, his panting breath obviously showing the exertion it took to get him there. He spoke loud, clear, and at a fast pace, it was almost too much for Sasuke's ears to handle.

"Iruka-sensei sorry I'm late! Kakashi-sensei was with me and there was this old lady in the street carrying all of these heavy bags—hey! I'm telling the truth Iruka-sensei, please don't count me tardy!" He ran towards his seat and sulked at his desk just as Iruka-sensei was about to check him off. Iruka smirked and decided to let it slip, he put the clipboard on his desk and ran a piece of chalk softly onto the board. To everybody's surprise he drew a chart filled with boxes.

Once he turned around he gave a off-handed smile, one that someone would give if they didn't know if it was good news or bad news. He started out hesitantly "Okay you guys…we're going to arrange seats!" The class groaned and Iruka-sensei gave them a vivid glare that shut them up. Sasuke was among the whiners though he kept it to a low boo. He hoped he didn't have to sit next to some idiot who needed help with every assignment. He inwardly groaned again.

"Some classes already have arranged seating, but if it doesn't I expect you to go to this one." Iruka-sensei put his hands together in excitement to see the new arrangement, a box filled with numbered paper already settled in his hands.

As the box was being passed around, Sasuke wished that the front seats were open. Being in the front was easier on him, no distractions from classmates, no struggle to hear over them, and no one pestering him for answers. It was the perfect way to get good grades, all you needed to do was concentrate on the lesson, no real studying involved, but it was safe to take precautions.

He pulled out a paper from the box, hoping with all of his might that it wasn't an odd number. How he HATED odd numbers. They always seemed to cause him grief in one form or another. It's a little superstition he had, numbers are numbers he's sure, but he couldn't help but feel the odd ones always betraying him.

"Hey nerd, nerddddddddd! The box please." The person behind him repeated, Sasuke handed him the box and ignored his rather rude face. He grunted something that sounded like 'nerds' again under his breath, but Sasuke merely 'hn'ed at him.

He looked up at the board; the numbers weren't there yet, which was a tactic Iruka would like to use to confuse kids who liked to switch the papers. He looked at his paper, his mind being optimistic that it was an even number, his eyes blinked making sure he had seen it right.

Eleven, a triple odd number if you counted the two ones that made it and the actual eleven. He calculated how many different ways you could make and eleven odd, while in the process he made eye-contact with his long lasting crush, which looked away as soon as his eyes were set on her.

Maybe being a nerd was a bad idea…what am I thinking? Sakura wouldn't base people on what they looked like. Sasuke reassured himself being a nerd was still a good idea, he looked at his paper again and he let out a huge well earned sigh; he knew this number was going to put him in a bad spot. He could feel it.

Iruka-sensei stood still waiting for the class to hush down, that happened very quickly since his glare was on full throttle, he made sure that no one was switching numbers for the last time, and he quickly wrote the random numbers on the board.

Sasuke watched as the front row was filled with all even numbers, he stayed optimistic waiting for the next row to be filled…His eyes furrowed slightly seeing that it was all odd numbers that Iruka was putting down…It's just a coincidence right? He hoped…

But no such luck as the next row ended up evens again. Sasuke frowned, at the rate that Iruka-sensei was going he was sure that the last row would end up being odd numbers, and he absolutely loathed the back row. He was extremely near-sighted, meaning he can see things near him not far away, but his glasses helped out on that.

Still he found it troublesome to find an actual need to wear his glasses, even if he would wear them anyway. It was hard to hear in the back too, his hearing wasn't bad or anything, it was just normal that the back row would always be filled with gossip and echoes of the conversation in the front of the room.

He closed his eyes and counted to ten as he waited for the rest of the board to fill up, 1…2…3…he heard the chalk scratches stop and he knew Iruka-sensei was done, ending on three was not good luck to Sasuke. He slowly opened his eyes, and it seemed like a time skip as the shock came down on him he already found himself placed near his new desk. Unknowingly he was moved to his desk while he had a sort of mini shock attack.

I knew it. Sasuke thought as he placed himself into the far back, left-hand corner of the classroom. He tried to think of the positives with sitting in the back, he smiled to himself trying to think optimistically of his newly assigned seat.

Positives.

Positives…

He couldn't think of any.

His smile, or rather his smirk, subsided abruptly. He looked to his left; the glass window echoed his reflection with a hollow looking nerd looking back at him. His face a bit oily from his overgrown hair gave a shiny tint to his image. He looked passed his image and into the blue sky. He began counting the birds that danced around each other.

1…2…3…

He felt a shift against his desk and looked around readjusting his thick-framed glasses.

A blonde person was leaning against his desk, not looking at Sasuke at all. Sasuke knew his presence wasn't that noticeable, which he intended, but he didn't want to be THAT unnoticeable!

Sasuke shoved his desk a little further to give the person a hint,he didn't seem to notice the shift. Sasuke pushed again, but this time with a little more force that made the desk make a low screech. Other students both knew how annoyed Sasuke was with this person and ignored it, or they didn't seem to care (which all in all is the same thing).

"Naruto! Get off his desk." A sudden voice rang in the air, like a clear bell in a quiet library. She raised an evenly light-tanned hand over and pushed away the oblivious creature from his desk. She smiled apologetically for Naruto. Her cherry scented perfume strong on her, but Sasuke took it in like it was a breath of fresh air. It stung a bit, but he endured it.

"I'm sorry about that; Naruto can be so rude sometimes." He nodded his head oddly and hid his eyes behind the gleam in his glasses. She turned around and Sasuke breaths grew even.

Haruno Sakura, his crush. He didn't mind that her personality would change as quickly as though it were a switch. He liked her confidence, the way she carried herself with an air of superiority urged him to start following in her lead. She made him want to lead and become strong, which he found was a great quality in a woman.

"Sorry about that err…What was your name again?" Naruto asked as he sat down in the seat in front of him.

At least he apologized himself…he can't be a bad person. "Uchiha Sasuke." He turned in his seat and looked at the birds again, disregarding that Naruto was still staring at him.

"Sasuke…OH! That Sasuke! I hope we'll be study partners from now on!" I spoke too soon. He IS the worst person I could be seated next to. He patted Sasuke's shoulder, but Sasuke didn't take any interest in him or his request to study together.

He studied clouds as he continued to stare out the window. Naruto, puzzled by his lack of speech, let him go into whatever world he was in and stood up when his name was called by the teacher.

1…3 birds in the sky. He looked in the classroom again, being less obvious than before. His eyes glanced at the three seats that were around his corner of the room. The seat in front of him was taken by Naruto. The seat diagonal from him held one of the best people he could have hoped for.

Haruno Sakura. Her name rang even inside his head again. His chest swelled and he could feel the confidence she radiated being absorbed into his skin. Her green eyes concentrated on the nice clean pages of her hardcover book. She took no notice of his awing of her. He reluctantly took his eyes off her to finish his scan of the room. His eyes settled to a lone chair.

The last chair to his right didn't have a person seated in it, nor did the one next to it. He figured there must have been last minute cancelations in his class, since most of the time classes were full. That didn't bother Sasuke in the least, 'less people to worry about' he thought.

Quickly his assumptions were proved wrong by the fact that a person was filling in that seat. He observed her quietly. She looked meek and quiet, not the persona Sasuke would have guessed to be sitting behind Sakura of all people. He hoped she wouldn't get too intimidated by Sakura's strong personality. He considered most other girls to be superficial and too impacted by other women to actually show their true selves. Thinking about other women gave him the chills. He glanced at her again only to get caught.

She noticed him looking at her and she gave a weak nod of her head. "It's nice to be s-sitting next to you, U-Uchiha-san. I hope w-we get along during our time here..." She finished not expecting an answer from her quiet talk with him. She was too nervous and also busy moving her textbooks around, she seemed to have a lot of them with her. Some of the subjects he was surprised she even knew the names of. Probably just for show…

"I hope we get along too." He said in between her stacking books. He suspected she had good memory since his name wouldn't be calling that much attention to anybody. Although he couldn't place who she was though, maybe she was someone who didn't like to stand out?

He looked out the window for the last time that day. Counting the birds once more he let his mind wander. His eyes widened when he saw the amount of birds change.

4 birds... His luck must have gone up. It must be because Sakura is sitting close to me. He shied away from the right side of his seat...

A loud snap resonated in the classroom. A couple heads turned to see who made the noise, others looked ahead at the board.

Oh crap. Sasuke grimaced at the piece of splintered wood in his hand. His lovely number 2 pencil broke, because Naruto wouldn't stop knocking his chair against his desk. Sasuke had threatened him six times, Naruto didn't stop. Now Sasuke had a straight black line on his notebook that he would have to erase later.

Searching for another pencil somewhere in his organized bag…he realized he couldn't find one. He scrunched up his eyebrows in annoyance. A nervous tap by the person next to him caught his attention. Hinata was watching the whole time, disturbed that one of her classmates was looking for a pencil.

She handed him a pencil and looked away, her face powdered with her natural blush. She looked ahead as more notes were put on the board, still slightly looking at him. Hinata wondered why he would be using a wooden pencil, when he should be able to afford a cheap mechanical one easily.

She saw his frown increase as he rolled the pencil in his hands, looking at the lead number. It's just .7 lead… She worried that she hadn't put any in there, but she hears a rattle seconds later as he shook the pencil and seemed satisfied at her good deed. She smiles to herself and pleasantly took notes.

Meanwhile…Sasuke's been debating in his head whether to use it or not, he's been taking his sweet precious time of 10 minutes trying to figure it out.

If I do use it, something bad might happen…but I don't want to be rude to errr whatever her name is. She was kind enough to give this to me...but its lead 7! I can't use it, it's one of the accursed numbers, dang it!

He turned his head slightly to glance at the girl. She was awfully happy about something; you could see a sort of glow coming from her that made him wince.

I can't be mean to something THAT happy! Or can I… Crap!

As clichés go he was saved by the bell, for which he was glad for. The students stretched from their seats and packed up their books to leave. Both Sasuke and Hinata lagged behind slowly from their own piles of books. They both caught each other's glimpses, although they may not have been trying to look at each other, but someone else.

"Thanks for the pencil, it um helped." She gleamed at him as she took the pencil from his hand. Her fingers brushed his and she could feel his hand stiffen, maybe even his whole body.

"Is something wrong Uchiha-san?" Her stutter stopping from curiosity, he put his hand into his other hand looking like he was trying to keep something hidden. "Did you strain your hand?" she asked innocently.

"No…well maybe you could call it that. I'll be just fine." He stated nervously trying to change the subject. She looked as though she was contemplating whether or not to help him.

"Would you like help with your books then?" She looked around at his pile of books that was amazingly smaller than her big pile of books. The notebook he was just writing notes on was amazingly bare with a huge lead scar across the page.

Sasuke rushed to grab the book as she was looking at it, causing her to NOT make a conclusion to her staring. The conclusion being that he had never used her pencil.

"No no. I'm fine. I can carry this amount of books easy…You might need some help though." He scrutinized her pile of oddly complicated books.

"E-Eh?! No, I'll manage! U-Uh…" She fidgeted around her desk, slinging her brown bag around her elbow and her other books in her arms, she bowed for her exit and left, nearly stumbling on her way out.

That was a close call. They both thought. Still in the classroom Sasuke dazed off, for once thinking that there might be an actual female (other than Sakura and his Mother) that was genuinely being herself. Bleh, she's just acting like that. He shrugged the thought off and looked at the clock, his mouth fell in surprise.

"Ah! I'm going to be late! Stupid 3:30 appointments!" He complained as he too stumbled out of the school building.