An honest mistake

Chapter 2 : hello, hello!

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"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" She chanted to herself. Not only did she embarrass herself but she also threw a tray of food to an innocent person who was just there judging by the crisp-looking suit he wore, for a normal meal and she ruined his lazy afternoon by throwing her fries all over him, lettuce hanging from his hair and don't even mention the tomato sauce stain on his dress shirt. It was horrible.

What's worse was she ran out immediately after, not bothering to help the man clean himself or pay for his next meal as compensation- She just ran out. Her mother would scold her for her rude manners while her weird grandmother might applaud her for it. Both assumpstions which didn't stop the guilt accumulating in her chest and making her feel very restless all the time.

She didn't tell anyone about the incident and she was successful in making her friend believe that she would burn her clothes if she told anyone about it. Well, her trusty pal, a kitchen knife helped in making the threat a success but it didn't matter as long as the warden didn't know about it or she could be expelled permanently.

So for the days that passed after it, she formulated a plan. It was called, plan 'Apology' and what she had to do was waltz into the same Mcdonalds she embarrassed herself in, apologize by buying him a meal and they would part ways grudge free or and she could live peacefully knowing she made amends. It was simple and foolproof, nothing could go wrong.

Except that in her plan, she forgot to include an internal factor which was her own restlessness and anxiety in meeting the guy.

So she walked in the Mcdonalds, feeling slightly unnerved by all the stares she got from the employees who knew what she did. She searched for the man inside the restaurant, searching for a ball of black and a glacial-looking expression with an intense gaze in his eyes that felt like he was staring into your soul. An unforgettable type of person really.

"That's what you get for throw fod at people. Now you're in deep shit."

"Shut up, I'm not giving up. I will find him," she quipped back, determined to find this man and apologize to him. She would wait all night if she had to, inclusive of a few orders of chicken mcnuggets for lunch and mcflurry for dessert of course. She took a seat and texted her friend to cover for her if the warden asked where she was, receiving an 'okay' promptly after.

So she checked her wristwatch, looked around and waited. Waited. Waited.

1.00 p.m : He hasn't shown up yet. No orders made yet.

2.30 p.m : Still hasn't shown up but it's okay, an order of mcchicken helped satisfy her rumbling stomach.

5.30 p.m : 3 hours later and still hasn't shown up. Two empty cups of mcflurry is seen on her table.

6.30 p.m : 4 mcflurries and a cheeseburger was seen being eaten by her, to the employees amusement. She was probably the subject of their snapchat stories.

By 7.00 p.m, she stood up and head for the counter to order her last sundae for the day. As she walked over to the counter, she slapped herself for not realizing sooner that it was the weekend and the guy might've had plans today. So, she stood in front of the counter, feeling both annoyed and tired with how the day was going. She just wanted to get back to dorm and sleep.

"Can I have a chocolate sundae please?"

"Are you sure that will be all, miss?" The lady behind the counter wiggled her eyebrows suggestively which Sakura stared at her in confusion. This lady was the only one serving her for the past 5 hours, why would she ask if she wanted more? Then, Sakura noticed that the lady was staring at something and Sakura looked too, realizing that the lady was staring at a person and not a 'thing'.

And that person, was the very person she was waiting for all this 5 hours -Tall, smart looking with an undercut to give a contrasting edge to his overall formal appearance. He sat down at a table, eyes focused on his phone screen with his hand covering the lower part of his face. She turned back to the cashier, and panicked. She didn't know what to do or say. What if he didn't accept her apology, what if he decided to dump ice cream on her instead?!

"Oh my god, what do I say, what do I do, help?"

"Why not take your sundae and give it to him?" The cashier answered back. Sakura nodded dumbly, paid for the sundae and with a deep breath, walked over to the scary man's table with the sundae in her shaking hand.

She took a seat in front of him, earning quite an indifferent look from him as she sat down. The man was now up front and close, looking down on her from a menacing point of view while she fidgeted in her spot. She bowed her head and looked to the shoes she was wearing, unsure and feeling all to embarrassed to apologize or even speak.

She took a deep breath and slowly and silently slid over the sundae to him, feeling his intense gaze pierce holes into her small frame. With her head bowed before him, she let out the deep breath she was holding and said to herself it was now or never.

"My name is Haruno sakura and I'm sorry for mcdunking you."

She grabbed the man's hand and stared at him, surprising him and everyone in the classroom.

"It's not him," she thought to herself as she finally let him go, mumbling a low sorry and bowing her head in respect to him. The focus on her died down as her teacher strolled back to the front of the class normally to begin with whatever he had planned. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks and heating them up in embarrassment.

In her dreamlike daze, she thought her own teacher was him. She saw him there, smiling and introducing himself like the first time they met. It didn't help that her teacher looked awfully similar to with his unkept hair and an extremely potent stare that she comically dubbed was the gaze of god

That's it, She rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes. Determined not to let her daydreams fool her. Not even the flying black thing under her desk fazed her. She was going to be a good and diligent student, that's how she got in and that's how she is going to carry herself around. She focused on the teacher who clearly had some things for them to do.

"So, as you all know, I am Uchiha Shisui and I am your homeroom teacher for this year. I will be teaching you guys Calculus and I don't tolerate failure too well so for everyone who DOES fail, I have a special surprise for you," he ended his warning with a cool and easy tone. Everyone groaned, moaned and nodded dumbly before they took out their books to start learning.

She loved calculus, breathed calculus, in her previous school she was the dictionary everyone always referred to when they had problems involving calculus. But her mastery in the subject required her entire attention plastered on the teacher on all times with her notes being written down diligently so that she could revise it later. How was she going to be a dictionary if all she could think of was sleep, sleep, sleep?

Being a good student is hard. Maybe it was because she hasn't adjusted. Maybe it is hard being a good student. She was rambling.

Her head hit table as she groaned loudly. She had her book out and copied down whatever was on the board but she wondered how she would understand it later, because her handwriting was scrawled over like a chicken. If he said anything, then all she heard was the number three and a series of add, subtract and formulas she would never understand because she was so sleepy.

She was going to sleep at the next mention of 5, she was going to sleep. Yes.

'Psst,' she heard someone called out to her. The blonde beside her nudged her and she returned the gesture with a sleepy/annoyed look on her face. The blonde was definitely saying or whispering something and obviously she couldn't hear it.

"What?" She finally said, irritated.

"You've got some nerve, grabbing the teacher's hand like that. You're going to get a lot of angry fangirls coming your way."

"Sometimes when you're sleepy, you just really don't care," she replied, ending the conversation abruptly and resting her head on the table at an angle where Uchiha-sensei couldn't see her sleeping. Her eyes, felt really heavy and she couldn't keep them open anymore. A few minutes wouldn't kill anyone. After all, Archduke Franz Ferdinand didn't die by sleeping.

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The blonde kept nudging her, and she just swatted her elbow away. But the blonde was quite persistent with her nudging that it eventually paid off when the pink haired sleepy head got up and huffed out in annoyance, blinking herself awake and adjusting to the brightness of the room.

There it was again, black and zooming through the classroom in its speed which didn't seem to bother anyone. No one was turning their heads so the black thing flying here and there was definitely something she imagined. She rubbed her eyes, feeling something softly land on the crown of her head before the small weight lifted off.

"What did he say?" She asked, feeling awake enough to focus on the lesson. Her classmate on the other hand, was not focused on the teacher but was quite wide eyed and pointing a finger at her shoulder. Confused, she turned to her shoulder wanting to see what the blonde was fussing about.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

She jumped out of her seat and viciously the cockroach off her shoulder, losing sight of the disgusting insect and again earning the unwanted attention from everyone who had their legs hugged to their chests to avoid a cockroach crawling up their leg. Uchiha-sensei finally walked over to them to see what was the problem and he was quite weirded seeing his students hugging their legs while they looked to the floor scared.

"Something wrong?" He asked Sakura, searching for whatever it is bothering his students.

"Yeah, there's a cockroach in class and can someone hand me deodorant and a lighter so that I can kill it?" She replied, after being handed the things she needed for the insect extermination. While she sneaked around the class like a predator- deodorant in the left and lighter on the right hand while her teacher seemed to find the distressing ordeal funny as he laughed to himself with his fingers hiding the obvious grin on his handsome face.

"Burning it is not going to kill it, you know."

"Well, we don't have a cockroach spray so we will have to make do with what we have and that is, deodorant and lighter," she emphasised by lifting both items at the mention of them. He laughed again and returned to the front so that he could watch the students antics from a better view because he knew what was going to happen anyway.

She bent her back and walked slowly to see whether the cockroach was really under the students feet. She had the deodorant and lignter in a steady grip and ready to be used if the cockroach should launch a surprise attack on her but she's done this so many times in her previous dorm that she was called the cockroach terminator- a title she wasn't fond of and wouldn't mention to her new friends.

"Sakura, it's here!"

She jumped, aimed the deodorant at it and started spraying as she lit the lighter, creating a large burst of flame that even she was worried that the deodorant can would combust. Luckily it didn't and the cockroach was burned, a job well done which she smirked smugly to her teacher at the front who also mimicked her expression back at her.

"See? I killed it."

"The only thing you gave it was an upgrade," he replied back as he pointed to the dead carcass of the cockroach. She looked to the ground and found that the cockroach wasn't dead after all. Actually, it was wiggling it's antenna's and opening it's wings.

And it started to fly.

"How was standing outside the class with a bucket on your head?"

"Even harder than holding two of them on each arm," she replied and took a bite of the onigiri she followed Naruto through the busy hallway.

Her first day wasn't really turning out to be the best of days, as she expected it to.

This morning, she woke up late and wore the wrong school uniform which made her rush back in to change into her current school attire. On her way, she somehow managed to lead herself to the gardens of the school and she wasn't sure how. After asking for directions and running, she managed to reach her class on time to her relief.

But she was met with a burning flying cockroach and a punishment from Uchiha-sensei : balancing a bucket of water on your head while holding two buckets of them as well. That punishment tired her arms out like hell. To think that her teacher knew what was going to happen and he didn't tell her to stop like a responsible adult should. Instead, he watched as everyone ran and effectively killed the cockroach by slamming a book on it.

The thought of his smug smirk after his kill made her so angry!

Luckily, Naruto noticed her darkened mood and brought her to the roof top for lunch to calm her down. She wouldn't be able to reach the canteen anyway, seeing as she had the tendency to get lost easily. Also, she could sense some evil eyes glaring at her and she suspected it had something to do with her grabbing Uchiha-sensei's arm in class.

He rooftop was surprisingly empty aside a few benches, long tables and a few potted plants. This place certainly gave a distinct feeling of serenity as you could get away from the crowd of students and you couldn't hear anything besides the birds chirping here. She loved it here, she loved the feeling of being able to get away. She would definitely come up here to study.

"Don't start without me! I'm hungry too 'ttebayo!" Naruto snapped her out of her daydream , shouting at a circle of students she didn't notice from before. She followed and stayed close to him as she didnt know anyone yet. Everyone greeted her and seemed to accept her addition in the group easily, to her relief.

Today's meals were plain : store-bought bread, store-bought salads and two stuffed bentos. She joined in the meal, taking the tempura from the bento and gave the onigiri she managed to prepare to whoever wanted it.

"Oh yeah everyone, this is Sakura." Naruto said in between munches, realizing that he hadn't introduced Sakura to everyone yet.

"So this is the girl that scared the shit out of you guys. I'm Ino. Sorry for not introducing myself in class, Shisui hates it when we talk in his class," the blonde introduced herself as she took a munch of her onigiri which she moaned 'so good' to Sakura. Sakura stared at her disbelievingly for addressing her teacher by his name so casually. It certainly spoke volumes of her bold character.

"I'm Chouji and this is Shikamaru. Don't mind him, he's always sleeping anyway," the boy introduced himself and his friend who stirred his sleep a little by the mention of his name in the brief introduction.

"I-I-I'm Hinata. Nice to meet you, Sakura-san," the dark-haired girl meekly introduced herself. Hinata was definitely a stark contrast with Ino because Hinata had this polite and friendly air whereas Ino breathed confidence and definitely looked like the type who spoke her mind and is brutally honest to everyone. Either way, she liked them both.

Although, she noticed that there were a few people fro dorm that were missing in the circle, five if she counted correctly. She turned to Naruto to ask about their whereabouts while he pointed his chin to Hinata for answers.

"Kiba and Shino is still in class while Neji, Tenten and Lee are preparing for the club's first meeting today."

"Wait, don't you wait until the second week then you have the club meetings?" she asked, slightly confused at the thought of club meetings on the first day but curious about the versatile range of clubs this school offered.

"Usually, the same students are in the same club so the teachers thought it would be easier to have everything settled by the first day. I-I'm in the painting club, Ino is in the botanic club, Shikamaru and Chouji are in the cooking club while the rest of them are in different martial arts clubs," explained Hinata before taking a small bite of the tempura.

The other clubs sounded okay and she wasn't too enthusiastic about them but the sound of a martial arts club caught the pink-haired girl's attention though.

"How many martial arts clubs are there and who runs them?"

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

The shrill alarm of the school bell rang, signaling the end of recess and the start of the next class. Everyone picked up their rubbish and cleaned up the place before leaving for their respective classes. Hinata promised to give her a list of the clubs by the end of the day so that Sakura could choose the club she wanted to join. Hinata was such a sweetheart, Sakura thought to herself.

"What's your class after this?" Ino asked. Sakura took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and smoothed it out so that her friends could see her class roster. Ino was impressed and noted that most of Sakura's classes like Shikamaru were the advanced classes, meaning she would have to sit with the seniors which worried Sakura.

"Don't worry Sakura-chan, if anyone gives you trouble then you can count on me dattebayo!" Naruto reassured her and she found a small comfort in his words. He certainly had this sincere way of charming people to believe in the things he say, or believe in him entirely.

"Yeah, but Sakura you have art after this which is, Sai-sensei's class. Hot teacher alert," Ino said as she fanned herself. Looks like crushes on teachers were a thing here.

Naruto warned her about Sai's habit of saying whatever comes to his mind unfiltered so she should not take his words to heart. She brushed it off and thought how hard would it be in an art class. After all, she could definitely relieve the tension in her through some random splash of paint. Ino would be with her so she should be in good hands.

She should have listened to Naruto.

Everything Sai was saying to her was insults one after another from the way her art looked like a 5 year olds drawing all the way to how she walked back and forth across the room, gathering supplies and restarting because he asked her to. Each time the result not satisfactory and gradually worsened. Ino on the other hand, had decent skills in art but Sakura felt that maybe he was a little biased to her with his praises and helping her out when she called out to him when he didn't blink an eye to the other students pleas for help.

She rubbed her temples of her aching head. Art was definitely not her best subject.

He came back to her, an empty looking expression on his unusually pale skin. It was terrible and she knew it but even his insults were starting to wear out her patience and she wasn't blessed with buddha-like patience.

"If only you weren't so ugly."

That was all it took.

One little insult from a socially inept teacher, was what landed her into detention. His last insult snapped her patience and punched the fake smile off his face. A number of horrified gasps were heard as he fell down and rubbed the bruised lip, trying to numb the pain from her punch. He stood back and up without hesitation, sent her to detention.

So much for pleasant first meetings.

Of course, who else is better to monitor a spitfire like her if it wasn't her great calculus teacher, Uchiha-sensei?

So they were both alone in the classroom - She sat at the desk in the front row while he was sitting at the teacher's desk and busying himself with marking away the student's homework. She looked at the clock and felt a sense of dread build up in her chest, the club meetings was starting and she was stuck in detention instead of registering for the club she wanted.

"Way to go, Sakura. Pissing off teacher's definitely a good way to leave an impression on them."

"Fuck off," Sakura cursed at her other self. It was wrong to piss of the teacher and her other self had to rub it in.

Perhaps, she could ask the teacher to let her off detention early and promise not to cause any more trouble. At least, no more trouble for the day because she's caused enough of it already. She looked at Uchiha-sensei and instantly thought nope because she knew that he'd definitely say no. So she slumped on her desk, feeling defeated and choosing to sleep the detention off

Hehe

She raised her head and saw her teacher snickering at her. Apparently, he found her misery more entertaining than writing big, red crosses and ticks on his student's works. She sent an angry pout his way as he placed his pen down and leaned forward with his arms crossed on the table. He was waiting, the smiling bastard.

"I don't think my feeling down in the slumps is something to laugh about."

"Oh but the burning flying cockroach was definitely something to laugh about."

"Then why didn't you the responsible adult stop me if you knew it would happen?! It's like you're pranking us for shits and giggles!"

"Isn't that what pranks are supposed to be for? For shits and giggles, hmm?" He asked her back in a jesterly tone, making her huff in annoyance at him and lean back into her seat with her arms crossed like a child throwing a tantrum.

He mimicked her expression: lean back, arms crossed and pouted his lips in mock playfulness. One look, she glared at him distastefully. Second look and she was trying to control her laughter with a stern expression on her face but ultimately failing as she broke out in a smile and laughed uncontrollably.

Uchiha Shisui with his lower lip jut out in a pout was very, very cute. Not that she would say it to him.

He stood up from the teacher's desk, walked over to her, pulled out a chair and sat in front of her. The sudden increase in proximity enabled her to smell the faint scent of cigarettes and the mint gum he was chewing on. She could also see (with the help of really bright sun light) that his hair was a dark shade of brown instead of a full-on coal colored black hair and he had a small dimple of his left cheek which she didn't notice because she was too sleepy to get a proper look at him.

"Want some gum?" He offered, which she took rather warily. She briefly wondered if he was this friendly with his students, able to just walk to a student and start a casual conversation as if they were friends instead of being teacher and student. Besides, he was actually quite handsome up-close and more pleasant outside of class than the firm facade he had in the classroom.

He smiled at her, showing off his pearly whites and making the dimple more prominent. He must've realized that she was staring, which she blushed and mumbled a low apology to him. Directing her attention to the clock again, she sighed wistfully. She will definitely miss the club meeting now.

"I heard from Kakashi-san that you're a new student. Haruno, right?"

"Sakura, actually. Haruno's the family name."

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing here? The school you were from was quite a prestigious school, and equipped with the best facilities. Why come to a school like this?"

"I really, really wanted to get into this school because my parents were talking about this school and how it was the best school during their time. My parent's couldn't send me here when I was 13 and I've been applying to get in ever since," she explained, brushing off his compliment as his pleasant way of starting conversation.

"Why not?" He asked back, curious.

"Money was the problem. I come from a middle class family so it was either get a scholarship or go to another school that was cheaper and since I didnt get a scholarship at the time, the school I was previously in was the best choice."

"Didn't you like it there? I mean, an all girls school that was quite popular nationwide must've had its perks."

"I hated my first year there. I was bullied by the seniors there and forced to do their chores. I only stayed because staying there bosted my chances of getting in here. True enough, three years of applying and being a goody two shoes students did help me get in here," she explained in an abridged version of her experience.

She hated. She hated her first year, especially orientation week.

She was quite famous that year for her rebellious attitude. She would be the one going against the senior's and she would be the dumping ground of chores as punishment. Washing the shoes, doing their laundry, finishing their homework, you name it. Those same seniors were also responsible for a prank on the teachers which they blamed her for it.

She didn't mention her constant crying throughout that year. Yes, she hated the seniors and hated what they did to her but sometimes the things they said got to her, or the way they treated her made her feel like the scum of the earth. She cried at night because of them and funny thing about crying was, her tears left a stain on her pillow so she always flipped her pillows so that people wouldn't see them. Luckily no one noticed them, or they never bothered to say it at all.

"That kinda reminds me of my first year as a dorm student. I was a student at an all boy's school in the land of snow, and I was bullied but not so terrible as you. I wasn't bullied because I was the one bullying them," he inserted his school experience into the conversation, feeling a bit nostalgic when he heard her story.

"What about flying?"

"A common thing and I didn't get caught, surprisingly. But flying when you're in the land of snow seems illogical because it's always snowing and the only place you can go to was the stadium and convenience store. You wouldn't go into the forest even if you were desperate."

"Well, did you camp out in the forest?" She asked teasingly and he laughed. He took out a cigarette, lit it and started smoking in the class room. He looked out the class room window with a calculated expression on his handsome face.

"When you're young, you do crazy stuff. That's all I'm going to say," he said finally as he ruffled her hair, making her pout at him childishly. He looked at his wrist watch and found that there was 10 more minutes left of detention. He was also, very hungry. He heard a loud noise across him and laughed, Sakura was hungry too which she blushed a bright red in embarrassment.

"Is your majesty hungry?"

"Ha ha very funny," she replied in a german accent sarcastically. He motioned for her to get up while she was confused by his invitation. They have 10 minutes left so shouldn't might as well finish detention time?

"I'm hungry, you're hungry, might as well grab a snack at the school canteen," he explained, walking ahead of her and forcing her to scramble after him because like Kakashi, he was tall and his walking pace might as well be her running phase. He noticed her running after him and laughed raucously.

"You want me to slow down, shortie?" He said after slowing down, ruffling her hair and earning a pout from her.

He was definitely ruffling her hair more, a new habit he formed to annoy her and he was going to enjoy it.

"Sakura-chan, you missed the meeting and you're back late. What happened?"

"Uchiha-sensei decided to treat me to dinner at the ramen store nearby which was delicious," replied Sakura to answer Hinata's question. She dumped her bag on the floor and slumped on the dining table, feeling very full and very sleepy.

"Na-Naruto-kun, likes to eat there. Here's the pa-pamphlet I promised you."

"It's damn good ramen and thank you Hinata-chan," Sakura replied as she took the pamphlet from Hinata, scanning it through to see the clubs that she wanted to join and she chose the Mixed Martial Arts club. It would be good to learn more about her fighting knowledge than just the basic taekwando. Hinata handed her a cup of hot chocolate before going upstairs to sleep.

"Before I forget, Neji-kun said that he would reserve a spot for you in the club but you're going to have to prove your abilities against other people first. Goodnight, Sakura-chan."

"Goodnight Hinata," said Sakura as she stood up and walked over to the kitchen. She wanted to get a glass of water but she stopped in her tracks, disgusted by the sight of unwashed dishes in the sink and the smell of mouldy food coming from it. She closed her nose, walked over to the fridge, got her glass of water and dashed out of the kitchen.

She's had enough for the day. She couldn't stand a dirty kitchen but she wasn't going to be the person cleaning it.

The dorm experience is actually real. So review and tell me if I'm exaggerating a bit because really, I dont know whether I was. Anyway, thank you for reading!