That name. I heard it just a second ago. Sasuke...that Sasuke?! This is the guy whose has the pants that all the girls want to get into?

"Everyone, in your seats!" the teacher called as he entered the classroom.

I turned to look at this Sasuke. He was looking down at his notes, which weren't really notes, mostly doodles. I could see why he was so popular. His face was smooth and his eyes were dark and glassy. The arm he was leaning on was so muscular and chiseled perfectly like a statue. His dark hair was spiked mess, but at the same time it looked so soft, silky, and inviting. I was tempted to reach out and touch it…

Wait. Stop. What are you doing? Can't you feel the glares from everyone around you, stabbing you like knives? I turned quickly away to look out the window.

I tried my hardest not to glance to the right of me. He was sitting right next to me. I know if I so much as thought of him, every single girl, heck, maybe even some of the guys, would give me the death stare. The warm, bubbly unrecognizable feeling I had a second ago quickly vanished, and the chills took their place. This will be a loooong class.

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Finally it was lunch time, and I escape from the stress of all these people. I can't understand why I'm so hated. I didn't do anything to them. Maybe if I had barged into this school with a huge smile and a loud voice, I might have made a better impression. I could have shown that I was strong and they shouldn't mess with me.

But…that's not who I am, is it? I'm too quiet, too small, too boring, too average, too flatchested—

"Is anyone sitting here?" As if. Wait…that voice. I looked up. The sun's glare blinded me a bit, but I could see his dark silhouette. It was that guy…Sasuke. What's he doing here? Talking to the most unpopular person in history?

He sat down next to me. He was so close. Too close for comfort. "Are you going to eat that?" he asked. I was about to ask what he was talking about but I realized that I never touched my lunch. I wasn't really hungry in the first place.

"N-n-no…" Ack! I stuttered! Why do I have to talk like this? I'm about to be called Speedboat, aren't I?

He laughed. "I can understand why you're called Speedboat." I knew it. He laughed again. "Oh sorry! Don't cry! I didn't mean it." Cry? I didn't realize the blur in my eyes; the salty tears that were rolling down my cheeks. How embarrassing.

He looked away. I guess this was awkward. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. "Umm…if you aren't going to eat that…could I have it?" Sasuke pointed to my lunchbox.

Well I wasn't going to eat it anyway. I handed it to him. Just as he was about to take a bite of takoyaki, a shadow overcast both of us. We looked up.

It was the pink haired chick. What did she want? Her face was beet red, and you could hear her breathing loudly, almost hyperventilating. "S-SASUKE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS—THIS—??!" She couldn't even finish her sentence.

"I'm eating her lunch," Sasuke replied calmly. How could he be so calm with this girl, who looked ready to explode any second, standing above him?

Her voice softened. "You…you can have my lunch too." She smiled. The way she talked she sounded shy even. She squeezed between Sasuke and me. She cupped her hands and whispered in a sinister tone, "Move!" I scooted over. Far over.

"Here, Sasuke. Say 'Ahhh'!" she crooned, sickeningly sweet. She tried to stuff a rice ball down his throat but he turned away. I found this a good time to leave so I got up and headed to the classroom.

~.~

Well I decided to take a detour and headed to the restroom instead. Soon after, a group a girls entered as well.

"Ugh, did you hear? Niagra falls was flirting with Sasuke!"

"What? Why does she even try? She should no she has zero chance to get him to even look at her!"

"But he ate her lunch! Can you believe it? He must have been really hungry to have wanted food from her."

"Well he ate Sakura's food too. He's so unbiased. That's what so great about him!" I heard the girl sigh dreamily.

"Oh class is about to start. Let's go."

I was standing in the stall the whole time, listening. What's the big deal? He just ate my food! I guess I better head to class too…

I was about to open the door when I heard whispering. What were they gossiping about now? I walked inside. The same group of girls in the bathroom, plus Sakura, were huddled in a circle. They glanced in my direction, then giggled. Suspicious…

"Hey! Come over here!" One of the girls smiled and waved in my direction. Even more suspicious... What were they planning?

I gave them a blank stare. Sakura called, "Hinata! We want to show you something." That's the first time I've ever been called by my real name! Maybe…Maybe….

"Come on! Don't be shy!" another one said, sounding genuinely friendly. Maybe…maybe they were actually trying to be nice and make up with me. Maybe I can finally make some friends.

I walked over. "H-hello…W-what…is it?" I sputtered.

"Sit down here." Sakura said with a disarming smile. I did as she told.

"Here's what we wanted to show you." One of the girls placed a piece of paper on the desk. It was a drawing of a…a speedboat? On Niagra Falls? Oh great they combined the two. How stupid is that?

The Niagra Falls is supposed to be a beautiful place, but it's looking like the most horrible place in the world to me. I feel awful…Tricked. Confused. Hurt. Angry. Sad. All these emotions churning inside of me. I genuinely thought they were trying to be friendly. Suddenly those friendly smiles looked like the mouths of monsters, thirsty for blood, smirking because they caught their prey. I can't believe I trusted them for a second. I won't trust anyone…anyone ever again.

I wanted to escape. I tried to lift my self up, but…I couldn't. I was—I was stuck! My butt was glued to the seat! I tried even harder—and then I heard an awful noise. A loud ripping noise that silenced the classroom. I looked down. My skirt! My skirt was stuck to the seat! I feel my body temperature going up by 100 degrees Celcius. The class suddenly burst into booming laughter. Oh god this is humiliating! I want to die right this instant. I sit back down immediately and cover my burning face with my hands. I wish I could disappear…

Oh no. Please no. Don't cry. I don't want to cry anymore. I'll just justify the name Niagra Falls. My eyes are stinging. I bite my lips to stop the tears, but it doesn't work. My eyes start to overflow and soon my whole face is drenched.

Suddenly, I heard a slam on the desk. "Could you stop this? She's gotten enough abuse in one day."

His voice…again.