Remake, I've combined all of the old chapters 2, 3, and 4 into this chapter. I hope it went over well. :3

~ohscrewthename

Activity 2

Everyone surveys me. Numbly, I survey them right back. It doesn't occur to me to do or say anything remotely intelligent.

Like actually moving.

Just staring, that's all I'm doing. From pretty faces, to beautiful faces, to hot faces, to fuglies.

Some look sympathetic, others just leer, and a couple look like they've just shat themselves. I look down at my shoes. I was never good at holding eye contact with a boy, let alone a hundred of them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jesse waving at me ecstatically. He's paying no heed to his friends while they desperately try to yank him back to the bench. They're trying to save him from embarrassment.

The embarrassment being me.

So I do him a favor and turn my face away. It's apparent that if the other boys got wind of him sort of befriending me, his social status would plummet. I don't even have a status yet, and already I've ruined it.

Knowing I can't stand here forever, I use my shoes as a guide to start moving toward the cafeteria line. After I've gone a few steps, I focus my attention on the lunch man. The hideous lunch man.

I'm choosing him over a room of mostly gorgeous guys. Never thought I'd see the day.

My walk abruptly halts when my shoe squelches down onto something. Knowing the outcome won't be pretty, I lift my foot anyway.

Big, brown, and mushy-looking with what looks like a chunk of shit mashed in.

Yup, I stepped in this.

Trying to mask my disgust, I absentmindedly snatch a napkin from some nearby kid's tray and stoop down to clean off my shoe. It's like scraping cookie dough out of a bowl. As I'm cleaning off the gunk, I'm aware of how the low whistles and snickers increase with each passing second.

And…did I just hear a moan of pleasure?!

Throwing down the napkin, I practically fly up to see what all the commotion is about. I notice that most of the room keeps looking at my butt. Self-consciously, I slide my hand over my rear. That's when I feel the lace from my panties flaring out from beneath my shorts.

I know what they're seeing. Friggin' pink polka dots and thick fuchsia lace.

If I had pulled this crap at the girls' camp, I would have immediately been given the title of camp slut. Which probably would have been a good thing.

Seeing I've taken notice, the guys start roaring with laughter, elbowing each other and making faces. A couple of sick fucks even have their hands between their legs.

"Yeah! Bend down again!"

"That's hot!"

"Show us your ASSets!"

"Can I squeeze those cheeks of yours, babe?"

"Yeah, and he don't mean your face!"

My eye twitches, and I feel my cheeks singeing.

Food. I need food. I've already given them a mini porn show, I can't do much worse.

Just ignore them all, get your food, and leave.

With that in mind, I hold my head high and grab a tray.

Realizing all too late that I never finished cleaning my shoe, I slip from the remnants of the blob and lurch toward the floor, completely unsupported for the incoming fall. Out of instinct, I drop the tray and clutch at the closest anchor for leverage.

I think it's someone's shirt. In any event, me, this shirt, and the guy attached to it are all going down.

Bracing myself for impact, I close my eyes. The pain doesn't come.

Which can only mean… I've just used this poor guy as a crash mat.

"I'm really sorry." I say softly, turning to my involuntary savior.

When I look down, all I see are deep pools of obsidian. Almond shaped, with an ominous, deep blue glint to them, fringed by thick dark lashes. Such entrancing eyes.

My curiosity tugs me to other features. Porcelain skin, straight nose that tapers smoothly down to small, parted lips, prominent chin. He may even have dimples, if only he'd smile. It's like he was molded by a master craftsman.

"Whoohoo, Sasuke- she's hot for you!"

So his name is Sasuke… it suits him perfectly. His face, the way he's glaring at me…wait, why is he glaring?

I click back to earth, where he's lying on the cafeteria floor. Where I'm on top of him. With a creepily intense expression on my face.

I scramble to my feet, flushing as I offer him my hand. "I'm so sorry, here, I'm so-"

"Annoying. That's what you are." Sasuke disregards my gesture and pulls himself up. "Stay out of my way and watch where you're going next time. I loathe desperate fan girls."

The volume of the room dulls to an amused murmur. Or maybe that's just the increasing volume of blood rushing to my face. I notice his tray adjacent my foot, now flooded with a mass of stew and pudding.

Fan girl?

Annoying?

I'm going to crack this over his skull.

Snatching it up, I rapidly bring the tray down on him. Before it can impact, however, I reign in my anger just to the point where only the contents of the tray make contact with his perfect, jet black hair.

As the gooey mess drips down his shoulders, I put my hands on my knees and level myself down to his disgustingly handsome face.

"Hey, have you ever heard of an accident? Do you think I willed myself to ram into you? So, you hate annoying fan girls, fine. That's not me. But since you're offering a demonstration on how to be a pretentious, judgmental prick, let me match your stupidity."

I hear a medley of gasps. But I just lean in closer. "I hate dumbass pretty boys who think their shit doesn't stink. Now your face matches your attitude. DISGUSTING."

I punctuate my rant by throwing the tray to the tile. Then I look to the rest of the cafeteria, challenging random sets of eyes. No one is meeting my gaze.

"Nobody is laughing now, are they?" I mutter under my breath.

"I am."

My attention returns to the floor. Sasuke runs a hand through his dripping hair, pulling it back from his face. Something almost like a smirk is playing around his mouth. But his eyes are like flint, and that edge in his voice…

I slide my foot back.

"I don't see the humor." I retort.

"Look again."

Sasuke rises to his feet and positions himself directly in front of me, displaying well over six feet of lean, but solid muscle. As I take it all in, I see from his expression that what I've done hasn't phased him. The weight of the food on his hair and shoulders means nothing compared to the power he could demonstrate on me. In short…

He could beat the shit out of me.

My other foot slides back. It occurs to me that now is the perfect time to run.

I'm out of that lunch room within seconds, bashing the doors open and racing down the slope towards the cabins like my life depends on it.

Because it does.

People whiz past me. I don't slow down to avoid collision, so I come in contact with a few shoulders and elbows before I reach my lodging. Fumbling for the keys, I slink through the door to my cabin and slam it behind me.

All I can do is pant against the wall and pray I haven't been pursued.

After a few moments of blissful silence, I retreat to my bunk. Pulling up a corner of my blanket, I inhale the faint scent of vanilla. Home.

It was lonely at home, sure. But I'd be content with that, after dealing with such horrible people.

This isn't the end. I know it isn't.

The day may be done, but everyone will still be marinating in it. I've just humiliated that bastard, whether he wants to act cool about it or not. That evil glint in his eyes said it all.

He's going to be the male version of Ino.

Pulling my blanket over my head, I rub my face into it for comfort.

Maybe it'll all work out. I mean, there are ways I can protect myself.

I can stay close to the counselors. Shut myself in at night. I won't make any friends, but at least I'll be alive.

My lower abdomen starts to tingle.

And now, to top it all off, nature is calling.

Forcing myself away from my fluffy sanctuary, I pace anxiously in front of the door. I knew I'd have to pee eventually. I just didn't think it'd be this soon.

My calves start to tense up.

Well, I can't hold it in forever. Just pee and come back, Sakura.

I creak the door open a smidge. After doing a quick back-forth, I tiptoe out to the portal potties, which are lined up a little ways away from the cabins. Five of them, to be exact.

Jogging up to the first one, I pull on the door, only to find that it won't open.

Why in the hell won't it-!

Occupied

Oh.

My bladder squeezes in protest. I start to move quicker. I jog down to each one, and each one claims occupation.

Must have been laxatives in the cafeteria food.

Finally, I get to the last stall. While I'm dancing around, I check the sign.

Unoccupied.

Sweet baby ray, have mercy!

Wrenching the door behind me, I shimmy out of my bottoms and plop down.

I don't care what anyone says. The best feeling in the world is peeing after holding it in for X amount of time. It's like a high.

Sighing with relief, I pull up my shorts.

Then the potty door flies open.

A boy with brown hair, a bandana, small black pupils, and strange red markings on his face is leering into the stall.

How in the hell did I forget to lock the door?!

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" I snap, hurriedly buttoning up.

"Haven't you ever heard of a door lock?" He mocks, before looking over his shoulder to a few guys passing by. "Hey guys! I found little Miss Princess taking a piss!"

My ears burn as I see other boys trying to look over his shoulder.

"I'm finished, anyway." I mumble, trying to squeeze past him.

He blocks me with his arm and shoves me back. Luckily, I manage to support myself on the stall's side rail. The guy laughs.

"Going so soon, Pinky? But we've only just met."

Pinky. Oh hell no.

I try to push past him again, but he slams right back. This time, I don't catch myself, and my back thunks against the side of the stall.

Ow.

"Wow, really?" I snicker, trying not to shake, "You're trapping me in a stall? Congratulations, you big asshole."

"Looks like you've got some teeth, Pinky. Well, I've got some teeth, too."

He pushes his face forward, baring his teeth at me like some kind of retarded animal.

Lowering my head in thought, I notice the space between his legs. If I just dive under quickly enough…

"Anyway, Pinky, my name is Kiba, and I- WHOA THERE!"

Somehow, I make it through most of the stretch, but Kiba halts all effort by immediately dropping. He sinks down onto me with his full weight, rear sinking into the dip of my lower back. The air forces out of me with a winded squeak.

I attempt to lift myself, but his weight quickly drags me back down. So I start kicking and clawing myself halfway from the stall to the dirt.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I spit, struggling to hoist him off. More and more passerby's noticing my plight. Some slow their walking. Many stop altogether to watch me flail around.

Almost all of them are laughing.

Craning my neck, I see Kiba posing on top of me in a comical manner. Treating me like I'm some kind of recliner chair.

Son of a bitch!

I grab a crack in the ground and drag myself forward, dumbass on my back and all, bucking around to make him fall off. Hoping he will fall off.

But I just end up pulling him along with me. Kiba and his spectators start cheering me on, but after a foot or so, I only make it out of the stall. When I reach solid ground, I'm panting so hard and my back is so strained that it's all I can do to keep my head up.

Kiba leans back and pats the top of my head. Like I'm some kind of dog.

"You're pretty strong for a girl. I'm impressed."

"Ask me if I give a fuck." I nudge his hand away. "What's your deal?!"

"I like getting pony rides." Kiba chuckles. More laughs.

"The fun is over, you sick little shit! GET OFF!"

Kiba suddenly looks thoughtful. After a few seconds, I start squirming again. Catching his attention, he lays his back on mine and tilts his face near my ear.

"I don't think I've had my fun yet. I haven't ridden on a horse for quite some time…"

"If I was a real horse, I'd kick you so far up the ass you'd be vomiting horseshoes!"

His friends burst out laughing.

"I think you have to pay before you can ride her!" A fat guy belches out between a mouthful of chips.

"But where would I insert the money?" Kiba hints dangerously. I can feel him rummaging for something. I turn just enough to see a five-hundred yen piece, glinting in the afternoon sun like a symbol of doom.

"Does it go…here?" I feel the coin press into my butt cheek. The coin starts to shift, but I don't wait. I thrash with every ounce of my being. Kiba topples off of me, and I bolt.

Two thick hands encircle each of my arms and I'm easily brought to a halt. I see it's two of the spectators, and they're laughing. They yank me back around, their grips painful.

I should've known better than to run through the crowd.

Kiba dusts himself off and joins us, looking thoroughly pleased. "You're more of a spitfire than I thought, I'm truly impressed."

To keep me from running, the spectators form a circle around us. The two guys don't fight me when I jerk my wrists away. They melt back into the crowd.

"Ladi-fucking da for you." I rub my arms, trying to ease the ache.

"Calm down, Pinky. It's all in good fun."

The corner of my mouth twitches. "Fun?"

Before I can rationalize, my fist connects with his face, sending him careening to the dirt.

The crowd around me separates slightly, and now everybody is gasping and laughing. Kiba groans and rises to a sitting position, but the moment he does, blood stars pouring from both nose cavities. He looks up at me with shock.

"Hey! Y-you hit me! I can't believe you fucking hit me!"

Some guys come over to help him up. I use this is my cue to exit.

My legs thump the ground, trembling with the anticipation of being followed again. I make it all the way back to my cabin, though. Not a soul follows me.

I fumble for my key, and desperately try to unlock the door. My hands are shaking so bad that I find it's almost impossible to keep still. The key won't go in the hole.

Voices. I hear voices.

I slam the key in and jangle it back and forth in the lock. Luckily the door suddenly swings open, and I'm being snatched inside. My relief quickly turns to confusion as I feel my body being hurled from midair to the wooden floor with a huge thump.

Sasuke looks down at me.

The revenge is so apparent in his features that I could paste his face into a dictionary next to the word. His icy fingers are pressing into my collar bone, where they're gripping the front of my tank top so tightly that I can feel the fabric stretching.

"Welcome home, roommate." He deadpans.

The only sound I can hear now besides his stony voice is my heavy breathing, my chest rising and falling with his grip. I notice that he's shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans. He must've been changing while I was cling-clanging outside the door.

I've never been so close to a man before. In a normal situation, I might've playfully batted him off of me and rejoined my girlfriends, then I would've gushed over this the rest of the week. But this isn't a normal situation, there are no girls. Only me.

This isn't some kind of flirty game.

He knows how awkward I'm feeling, because he tugs my shirt even more so than before, which lifts my head from the floor to his hovering face. My neck aches from lack of support.

"Are you gonna do something, or stare at me all day?" I inquire, trying to seem detached.

A smile plays around Sasuke's mouth, and I notice that he's bringing that mouth of his closer and closer to my own. Leaning into me more with each second.

Is he trying to kiss me?

"You talk a big game, stupid girl." Sasuke says coolly. His lips part slightly, and I feel them brush against my jawline, "But in one second we both know I could take something very important."

"My…" I squeak.

My virginity.

Is he…he's threatening to rape me?

I begin to flail. My foot makes contact with his stomach, and I twist myself away. Twist away from his touch, from that mouth.

Seeing that I've briefly knocked him down, I make a break for the door. I hear him moving from behind, but I somehow manage to scramble out the door. The sun is setting at just the right time, so I take advantage of the shadows and flee straight into the brush.

My legs and arms smart as I slam into branches and bushes, but I continue the frantic pace for a while. My ribs start to cramp up. I decide to stop near a humongous lake, secluded by thick clusters of pine.

The pain rushing to my limbs the moment I un-stiffen. I collapse against an overturned trunk.

I've never felt so violated in my life.

My eyes are smarting, but I focus on my breathing and take in the surrounding area. Nobody is around that I can see. I lean my head back, watching the stars slowly dot the darkening sky. Reaching down, I grab my stomach, squeezing it in an attempt to ease some hunger pains.

That's right, I didn't eat today. Come to think of it, I haven't done anything.

Will this be my summer? Escaping every other minute?

Why does everyone hate me?

I feel the log shift slightly.

Jesse is sitting on the log, near the edge.

It's nice of him to give me space. Comforting, even.

He turns his head. My eyes meet his startled ones, and he lets out a gasp.

"What are you doing out here?!" He hollers,

Okay then, nix the last idea. He obviously didn't know I was here.

"I could ask you the same question." I remark with disappointment.

Relaxing now, Jesse grins foolishly and scoots closer. "Bad day, huh?"

Drawing my knees to my chest, I dig my sneakers into the moist earth.

I hate when people play stupid. He saw what happened.

"You remember who I am, right? Well, I'm Naruto, in case you forgot." He swings his legs. "And you're Sakura!"

I grunt. Like I don't know my own name.

"I saw how you ran from the cafeteria. You never came back. Your underwear was fantastic, by the way. But in any case, you gotta be starving, right?"

Turning sideways, I reach forward to smack him for the panty remark. Then I notice he has a large chocolate doughnut in hand. And he's holding it out to me.

"Oh, thanks." Apologetically, I make a point of lowering my hand before I take it from him.

"No problem. So, do you always wear outfits like that, Sakura?"

I almost choke on my first bite.

He just had to spoil the moment, didn't he?

Noting my embarrassment, Naruto laughs and slides down beside me. "I'm just kidding. It was so cool watching you stand up to Sasuke, wardrobe malfunction and all. He's been giving us trouble for the last couple of years. A lot of the guys admire you now."

"They don't have any other choices, unless they're gay." I sneer.

Naruto laughs louder.

Shortly following his, I hear a bunch of other laughs echoing in the distance. Accompanied by whoops and hollers.

Next thing I see is a bunch of dudes barreling from different parts of the woods into the lake.

Crap. The swimming activities.

My good time ruined, I take to my feet.

"Where are you going?" Naruto looks up confusedly.

"Naruto, I gotta go now so-"

"Yeah, bitch." Kiba emerges from the water. "Where are going?"

Naruto blocks his way. "Shut your damn mouth and mind your own business, Kiba!"

"I've got business with this chick, so butt out!" Kiba tries to shove past him.

Naruto digs his feet into the ground and pushes back. "Her business is my business, asshole."

Digging my fingernails into my palm, I take a step closer to Naruto.

I'm grateful for his support, but I don't want him taking the heat for me.

"She fucking punched me in the nose!"

The only thing I did right today.

"You probably deserved it!" Naruto laughs.

Enraged, Kiba lunges forward and grabs for my wrist. Wincing, I twist my other arm to punch, but he yanks me into him and whispers quickly, "I'm sorry for everything, meet me outside the cafeteria and I'll explain. Just play along."

"Bull shit!" I spit.

Kiba's grip relaxes completely on my hand. "How can I get you to believe me?"

"By letting me beat the shit out of you!" I hit him across the face and shove him. He lets himself be pushed, falling to the ground. The look in his eyes is imploring.

Alright, then. I'll take it with a grain of salt.

Noticing that we have spectators, I shout in exaggerated fright. "Leave me alone or I'll scream! I mean it! I will!"

Kiba lunges at me again. Naruto intercepts him, easily sending Kiba back to the dirt. Too easily.

"HA! TAKE THAT, BASTARD!" Naruto beats his chest.

Even though he has no clue what's going on, Naruto's gloating expression only adds to the authenticity.

Kiba gasps out in absurd pain as he crashes to the ground again, and I immediately dash. Naruto calls out my name in protest, but I don't stop to wait for him. It would take too much time to explain right now.

Then again, I could be heading into a trap.

By the time I make it to the main building, the sun is barely peeking above the shadows of the mountains. Panting, I crouch beneath a tree and wait. Beads of sweat drip down my arms and legs, burning into what must be a plethora of cuts and scratches.

Shortly after I catch my breath, I hear the crunch of twigs.

A bright light nearly blinds me.

Sitting up, I see Kiba a couple feet back, holding a flashlight.

"You're all bloodied up." He guides the flashlight up and down my legs, revealing over a dozen raw scrapes. "Vagina having period time?"

I snatch the flashlight from his hands and aim the yellowy light in his face.

Kiba squints and moves it away. "I'm sorry."

"It's not my fault you've never seen a vagina."

"NOT THAT!" Kiba blushes, then lowers his voice, "I mean, I'm sorry I put you through all of this, Pinky, I really am."

"Why have you been picking on me?" I click the flashlight off, preferring the blanket of darkness in case I need to flee.

"Look Sakura, I just want to let you know that this was all a show."

"What the hell do you mean a show?"

"Well, earlier today, near the main building, I overheard what some guys were planning on doing to you since you were so cocky. They felt like they needed to put you in your place. I couldn't bear to have them hurt you that bad. I mean, what kind of pathetic low lives would pick on a defenseless girl? So I beat them to the punch and publicly humiliated you, so they wouldn't take it upon themselves to carry out what they had in store.

Goosebumps pebble my flesh, and I rub at my arms. "Yeah, thanks for that. You're a REAL life saver, you ass hole."

He sighs. "Believe me, what I did to you was a tea party compared to what they were gonna do. I felt bad, but it was the only way I could stay with the group and prevent you from getting physically scarred for the rest of your life."

"I've been ostracized from the whole camp and I'm covered in cuts! You call this a tea party?"

"Look, I want to help you. Just go along with my plan and everyone here will accept you."

Sounds too good to be true.

"How do you know they still aren't planning to do anything to me?"

"They thanked me for doing the job for them. I made sure they watched the whole thing."

"I don't know whether to believe you or not."

Kiba chuckles. "You don't have to. Just think about what I've said."

"Fine." I turn away.

"I'm going to avoid you for a while." He says softly.

I stop.

"Just know that I am your friend."

I give him a dubious look before walking off. Out of nowhere, my stomach lets out a huge rumble.

"Catch!"

A can of something hits my elbow. Brushing off the leaves, I pick it up.

"What is it?" I shake the can.

"Poison."

Rolling my eyes, I pop off the lid and shove something crispy into my mouth.

Potato chips.

"Where did you get these?"

"I swiped the keys from the kitchen pantry. Good night, Sakura."

The leaves crunch under his departing feet, leaving me alone with chips in my mouth and the sweet silence of the night.

I eat as I walk back, trying to eat slowly so I don't choke.

When I reach my cabin, I toss the empty can over my shoulder and softly insert the keys, turning it properly this time so I won't attract attention. From the outside, I notice that all the lights are off. They must be asleep.

The door creaks softly. I'm immediately met by three illuminated glares. They're all in bed, yes, but with flashlights and reading material.

Shit balls. I forgot about them.

Sasuke appraises me from the lower left bunk with his usual arrogance. The guy above him immediately turns away in a lazy, I-don't-care-about-your-existence sort of way, and the guy on the right hand bunk above mine looks like he wants to penetrate me with more than just his creepy, ghost-white eyes.

Ignoring the shiver down my spine, I glide past their hateful stares and unlock my trunk. Plopping on my bunk, I take advantage of their flashlights and use their light to apply Neosporin and bandages to my arms and legs.

By the time I finish, two out of three flashlights have already clicked off, save for the one directly over my bunk. I sit in silence. After what seems like an hour, the final flashlight flicks off. Moving quietly in the safety of the dark, I quickly scramble under my covers and change into some pajamas, the longest pair I could feel for in my trunk.

Settling down into bed, I allow my eyes to sink shut.

The wind rustles softly outside into the trees. I inhale the familiar scent of my blanket.

Something suddenly trails up my arm. In paralyzed fear, I pretend I'm asleep.

"Why don't you greet an old friend?" A voice whispers in my hair.

I spring up.

From the moonlight splitting through the window, it casts just enough light for me to see that it's the ghostly-eyed guy. His features are delicate, almost like a girl. Round face with a small, pursed mouth, with prominent, pearly, serious eyes. I can't tell if his hair is black or brown, but it's really long- longer than mine, and pulled back away from his face in a low, loose ponytail.

I've never seen his face in my whole life.

"I don't know you." I shift my arm away.

"You don't remember? But you must." He laughs softly. "You're memory…it's terrible. But then again, it's always been bad, hasn't it, Sakura?"

My name in his mouth…I don't like it one bit.

"I think I'd remember a creep like you."

He closes his eyes and coughs out what I guess to be a laugh, and he sort of drifts off by this point, his ghostly eyes glazing over.

"We went to the same elementary school, we were friends."

"I don't remember you." I repeat, my eyes growing irritably heavier.

"My name is Neji."

I stop responding and turn away, not sure what to see. Neji sighs and reluctantly pulls away. My bunk jiggles slightly as he hauls himself back into his bed.

Breathing normally again, I settle myself back down.

"I'll make you remember, Sakura." I hear him murmur above.

I grip the sheets, expecting Neji to follow up with something else. He doesn't.

How could I not remember someone like him?

The cabin is silent now. Just like I wanted.

But now I'm wide awake.

Alright, chapter two merger is finished. The reason for the merge was to ease into the plot I had intended for this story, but didn't know how to do at the time because I was constantly being side-tracked. Let me know what you think!

~ohscrewthename ^^