I don´t like that bitch
Tell me why I don´t like mondays...because I have to get up early and go to school.
My sister cleary does not have the need. She was born a genius and does know everything her teacher will be asking her in the next exams. Serena just kept laying in her bed every morning just like a stranded whale or something and didn´t even move when someone called her. It did have it´s benefits sometimes.
"Get up, Serena!", my stepfather yelled angrily. Serena didn´t move an inch.
It´s 6.30 am in the morning and hooray! I am awake now. Serena´s not waking up and refusing to get up was my fail safe. With my father trampling around the house and screaming his lounges out, It was a given that at least I would wake up some time. Now it´s 7 am and my dad was obviously losing his nerves.
"Get the hell up!", he screamed now. No reaction. I ran to the bathroom and did my morning business before eating a meager breakfast and going to school. I did not put any make up on, the reason being I don´t need it. I had very smooth skin (thank god).
When I left the house at exactly 7.30 am, my sister was still in bed and my father grabbing the phone to call her school and apologize, since Serena was not going yet again. On mondays and thursdays, she simply refused to get up. Everyone could hear the old man screaming, the neighbours across the street included. There was simply no way she didn´t hear him, even I could and that did mean something, because I sleep like a corpse. It´s the same procedure every morning and it can definitely get on your nerves. But since my father couldn´t lay a hand on her, or at least grab her hair and drag her out of bed, he had to endure this mental torture every morning.
Poor guy...Serves him right!
Normally I would have mercy on him and go to Serena´s room and sing some opera songs. No one beats me at singing "Nessun Dorma" like a chicken on drugs. It sounded so awful, my sister always got up, angry like a bull on a rampage, and screamed: "Get out of my room, you freaking whore!"
It´s not exactly the nicest thing to hear in the morning, so I just passed that day and let her be.
It is somehow vexing that she can stay in bed and I have to go, but let´s look at it this way. I never failed my classes, even if I did skip some lessons. She had failed twice already. So who was the clever one in this family? Me...
I hurried on my way to school, I wasn´t exactly eager to get my head bitten off just because I was late. The first lesson would be economics with Anko-sensei and trust me, no one wants to be late to her classes. That lady was a monster...
Puh, it´s home room now. We are waiting for our math teacher, Kakashi-sensei. That man seemed to miss a watch or at least a cellphone because he was always late, all day, every day. Most of the time he told stories about a granny he had to help, so she could cross the street without getting killed by a car. But after listening to that story so many times, we don´t believe a single one of his excuses. But it´s good that he is late so often. That way, there was less time to the lesson and we could talk to each other. Gaara and Hinata were sitting next to me. Gaara to my left and Hinata to my right side.
"Did you watch the video I sent you?", Gaara asked, a cheecky? grin on his face.
Sure, I did. I never miss out on good porn movies.
"Of course. But I think they were talking too much..."
"Right? It ruined the whole video!" He started repeating the dialogue, just a little differently: "Oh yes, baby, that´s sooo good. But hurry! I still need to do the laundry and clean the kitchen..."
We both snickered, totally amusing ourselves over the strange glances we got. No one could believe Gaara was actually capable of laughing.
"You aren´t talking about sex again, are you?", Hinata asked reproachfully. Poor thing. It wasn´t easy to be friends with us.
"No! We wouldn´t dare...and never in your presence!"
All the talking and laughing died down when Kakashi entered the class room and started his very interesting math lesson. I did everything, except paying attention. Looking around the classroom was just so much more fun. Hinata was almost the only one making notes. Good, I could copy them later.
Gaara was soundly asleep, his head laying on his desk. He was a good student, but the lesson was boring and I was pretty sure he lacked sleep. Getting laid surely takes a lot of force out of you.
Shikamaru, our lazy genius was sleeping too. He was too damn clever to ever fail the classes although he never paid attention. His girlfriend was poking him with a pencil and giggled every time he growled in his sleep. Naruto and Kiba were very busy throwing little pieces of paper at each other. Hinata glanced from her sheet to Naruto every once in a while but lowered her eyes when he noticed her stares. She was desperately in love with him, even if she denied it most of the time.
There was no talking but no one paid attention either and Kakashi didn´t give a shit. It was not his problem if anyone failed the class. He would just teach those students again the following year and the year after until they got it. It was our problem if we didn´t want to learn anything. He didn´t bother. Funny. No one ever failed his class, although they did whatever they wanted. Perhaps it was because he didn´t force anyone to learn and do their homework. We were responsible for ourselves.
Oh, I forgot to mention those who spent their time ogling Sasuke and salivating over every little gesture he made. All he had to do was...ok, he didn´t have to do anything at all. The girls got orgasms just from looking at him. I get orgasms from something else, so I really do not undestand those fangirls. I admit he is really, really good-looking, I mean totally and utterly breathtakingly beautiful, no he was goddamn gorgeous...but damn. There are other things than starring at him. At least I´ve got better things to do.
Ino Yamanaka, a skinny and pretty Blondy (yeah, she is stupid too) and the spokesperson of his official fanclub, was sitting behind him and she didn´t have any shame at all. Most of the time she was starring at his ass and every time he turned to see who the hell was burning holes in his pants, she got her little pocket mirror and started re-doing her hair and checking her make-up. By the way, I feel I must tell her, that her face looks like that of a wax doll. There wasn´t anything natural about her. All that make-up should be dripping from her face, but it miraculously stayed where it belonged and made her uglier than she already was.
You may guess from my way of talking about her that I really don´t like her at all. Ok, like is a rather weak word. Let´s try hate, detest, loath, despise. Yeah, that covers it.
She was a total bitch and her vanity knew no boundaries. She sometimes reapplied her perfume or did her nails in the classroom. The smell just was intolerable and so was she. No one can expect me to ever develop tender feelings for her.
After Kakashi had left the room the chatting and laughing started again and I went out to smoke a cigarette. Our next teacher would be late too. Yes, it is still Kakashi. His excuse would be that he got lost in the school corridors after taking a piss. Sure, I would get lost too after teaching at the same school for more than 10 years.
When I returned there was one little problem. I couldn´t get into the classroom because Sasuke was standing in front of it, surrounded by a bunch of girls, who would have loved to jump his bones right then and there. Unfortunately (for them) it was strictly prohibited to touch him against his will. His fanclub hunted everyone down who even dared to look at him the wrong way. They had the "he belongs to us all" politics going on, or the girls would have killed themselves fighting over him. Truly pathetic. All of them.
There were two ways around them. I could shove my way through or just ask them to move away. I chose the latter.
"Excuse me..." That was all I needed to say...well, if I had been dealing with normal people. Those girls were far from normal. They stopped clinging to Sasuke and gave me their full attention. Ino just couln´t keep her mouth shut.
"Oh! Girls, do step aside. Otherwise the walrus here, can´t get back to the sea..."
Damn, I freaking hated that nickname. Yeah, I am not skinny, but I´m not some rolling meat ball either. I do look like a woman, meaning I had curves. She looked like a surfboard, had no boobs at all and her ass was nonexistent thus I never took any of her crap.
"How kind of you to call all your chickens back to your side, Ino. Oh, you´ve got some really fancy clothes today. I assume dishrags around ones hips are high fashion in Paris?"
You could tell from her expression that she did not like me talking back to her. But why should I keep my mouth shut? I wasn´t taking any of her bullshit, I was not afraid of her. One shove with my little finger and she would be sent off flying against the wall.
"Well, it really is the highest of fashion. But I hope your skirt is not made out of bed sheets...?"
That was her way of telling me to shut up, also she wanted to imply that in her eyes, I looked fat in this skirt. Come on, she is just jealous.
Another girl glared daggers at me and hissed: "Did you just call me a chicken?"
Good old Karin. She still believed she could pick a fight with me because Ino did that all the time. I ignored her, or owned her most of the time.
"I think I did, so just get lost..." I made a gesture with my hand that told them clearly I wanted them gone right now, so I could get through the door.
Karin turned beet red with fury. It seemed she understood the meaning of get lost. And I thought she was as dumb as a post.
Sasuke, who had been standing there all time, raised an eyebrow and kept listening to this little bitch fight. I hadn´t paid attention to him even once and obviously he wasn´t used to that.
"Now, why don´t you get lost, fatso?" Her hands at her side were shaking. It looked to me as if she was trying not to hit me. She would try once and never again.
"Thank heavens I am so fat, Ino. At least I do have boobs, unlike you. I still don´t get why boys prefer to date the likes of you. You are arrogant, selfish and not cute at all. No wonder you keep hiding your face underneath all that make up."
I´d said to much. Ino raised her hand to slap me, but before she got anywhere near me, Sasuke stopped her. "Calm down, Ino..."
He didn´t say anything else and it was enough. She nodded and lowered her hand.
He looked at me, and that not too friendly: "Apologize..."
No please in there? That wasn´t a request, it was a demand, even an order. I preferred not to follow any of his commands.
"If she does too..."
"You wish, you whore!"
At first I just stared at her, then I started laughing so hard and so loud they surely thought I had gotten mad or something. She, calling me a whore? Priceless!
"Damn, Ino. Don´t give me that bullshit. You dare to call me a whore, after you have screwed yourself through all the boys in school?"
I threw a nasty glance at all of them. "And surely you all must have screwed him too, more than once. It never seizes to amaze me how fucking pathetic you all are..."
All the girls looked ready to pounce on me and kill me that very instant. I was lucky though. Gaara came through the door and put on his most threatening glare of death and doom.
"Is there a problem?"
All of Sasukes fangirls, with no exception, hid themselves behind his back. Our little school prince wasn´t really too thrilled about starting a fight with the spooky guy.
"No honey, everything´s fine. Uchiha here, just tried to solve a bad misunderstanding. The next time he will surely mind his own fucking business..."
My eyes were all for him while I spoke. I was telling him to get the hell out of my face and never again interfere in one of my fights. I wouldn´t let myself be ordered around by him. I pulled Gaara with me and closed the door in their faces. They had to go to a different classroom anyway.
"What have you done now, Sak...?", Gaara asked.
"Nothing. Ino picked a fight with me."
We sat down and he just nodded at my reply. Ino and I hated each other. We were enemies and nothing was going to change that.
"Who the fuck does she think she is?", Ino cursed, seething with rage. She had lost yet another fight against that fat, pink haired girl. Why did she always lose? And from where did Sakura take the courage to talk to her in that manner? She had even dared to insult Sasuke, not directly, but that alone was unforgivable.
Sasuke wasn´t paying attention to any of them. He was still assimilating what he´d just heard.
/The next time, he will surely mind his own fucking business..."
When did people ever talk back at him? Never, to be exact. How could Sakura dare to talk to him like that? Besides, she had been unthankful. After all, he did stop Ino from slapping her. But then again...Sakura wouldn´t have needed his help. Ino would have gotten but one thing from hitting her: a broken arm.
Girls fawned, drooled and fought over him. They always did what he wanted, no matter what. A girl, who didn´t show any interest in him at all was something totally new.
So, her name was Sakura huh? This would get very interesting indeed.
Hey Guys! This is LauryUchiha.
This chapter wasn´t an easy one to translate. And there will be more.
Poor old me has a lot to do.
Now...Sakura is rather anti-Sasuke indeed. But just you all wait. Not gonna tell more about that kukukukukkuukuku
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