Hey! So thanks for all of the reviews on chapter 1! I'm so suprised, but having planned this story for two weeks straight i guess i kinda deserve it . Okay here's some background: If some of you don't know, "Dont Tell the New Girl" is a recreation of my old story (back in 2009) "The New Girl", which didn't really meet my expectations, (only receiving 9 reviews out of 56 chapters).

But from what i remember, i was so young and artistically challenged back then. It makes sense that i never received a fair amount of reviews. SO...NOW THAT IM BACK, im gonna mind rape all of you with my genius writing skills.

Im so awesome.

Oh! Annndd...

Please read and review guys! Thank you!

You know that feeling of intense guilt? Like you've just ripped someone heart out and still have possession of it? Is it still beating in your blood soaked hand? Is that little heart still drumming, trying to survive? And you try to put it back, but you're not a surgeon…

What did you do? What did you do to take that heart? Cheat? Bully? Tease?

And as I stare at the coffin, oh God, that coffin, I could feel his dead eyes staring through the wood right at me. Cursing me, his eyes were cursing me. That ugly face of his was frozen, still and lifeless.

I felt sick, diseased, but why? My eyes needed a break from death, and I looked past the storm of rain and people to see-

I don't remember my dreams, but this one I'll make sure to. As I spring from bed, I reach for a book, a piece of paper anything to write on, then anything to write with. And in big letters I scratch onto the paper with a dull pen, "Funeral." And I read the word, read it until I remember that I wrote it on this paper for tomorrow.

In the midst of my focus the deafening noise of my so called girlfriend echoed from the front door, and apparently i must take my morning time to oblige.

I open the door.
I walk Karin to school.
Homeroom starts.
I listen in class.
Sakura Hanuro is nowhere to be found.
Uneventful day.

The next day came around.

Same thing again.

Same thing after that.

Same thing right after that.

Then something hits me on my way back from school one day. A baseball or a rock, but whatever it was i tumbled backwards and fell onto the dust beneath my feet like a sack of potatoes. My hands bleeding and worn rubbed my throbbing forehead, my pants ripped, and the culprit was nowhere to be found, i looked around baffled, who threw or what landed on my head? And as i sit in dirt i think to myself.

My life is so boring.

All i needed was a blow to the head to snap me back into reality, to remove myself from this boring lifestyle. If a rock is the only excitement i get in a week well...my life was not thought out well.

I needed...a job.

Something to do.

And as if God was the rock thrower himself, a small coffee shop sat beside me, blocking the setting sun. A cool shade rises over my hurt figure. A sign hung limply from the door: Wanted.

This was the start of everything.

I don't care much for Sakura as I did back two weeks ago. I can even say that back two weeks ago I was a childish boy looking for some small hope of love. Now, I realized, defiantly, that love, of any sort, does not and will never exist. Sakura Hanuro is the very reason for my corrupt attitude.

But two weeks back I could've told you rumors and very small details about Sakura Hanuro that not even her best friends knew.

Maybe they didn't know this, but Sakura only has her earlobe pierced on one ear. Sakura also has the tendency to shove her hair behind her ears, and then move it back to where it originally was in less than two seconds. Sakura also has a strange obsession with the color red and cannot keep her eyes off of Negi Huyga. Who I suspect she's been eyeing since she got in Konoha High. Sakura hates being slow quiet and/or timid, so it's odd when she acts her polar opposite during some occasions. Sakura also has green eyes. And Sakura Hanuro, two weeks back, had my heart on lock.

Now, Negi Hyuuga, a boy of great intelligence. His IQ is higher than Naruto's, that isn't a shock, but it's also higher than mine, which throws me off a bit. Negi also has a cousin who Naruto is secretly dating; I know this due to the fact that they sneak into my restaurant every afternoon to have coffee and some lunch. But here's Naruto's problem, which I am not leading myself into, Negi hates Naruto. Naruto likes Hinata. Negi is related to Hinata. See where this comes into play?

Of course this egotistical high school drama is way too dramatic and overly exaggerated for a boy like me. And even if I did care, I always have Karin hot on my tail, who's been a bit too close these past few days. And aside from the annoyance, I'm forced to play Mr. nice guy around her, in guard of my unfortunate secret.

I'm perfectly content with taking orders and serving food to costumers.

Nobody's standing in my way to becoming a quiet loner. I won't allow my perfectly quiet life to get ruined. Never.

As I carefully place coffee onto a table, my eyes swiftly watch the door as Naruto and Hinata quietly come in. Both holding hands and sitting in their normal seats. They know I know about them, but im the only one, not even the parents can guess it.

I walk towards their seats, "Hey!" Naruto shouts. I felt my ears ring, Hinata, apologetically orders tea. And I walk about listening to their squabble about marriage. I give in their orders and can't help but curiously watch from the counter, as the two complete opposites share a kiss.

"They cute, ain't they?" Asuma proposes, his hand cleaning the inside of a mug. I watch as he shifts the cigarette in his mouth to the other side of his lips. Asuma works the counter. He's nice, but I can also find him a bit annoying. "They come here every day." He continues on, "They remind me of my lover and I." I watched as a sleepy smile crept onto Asuma's face.

"You...had a lover?" I couldn't help but ask.

The man nods, "Her name was Kurenai," He takes a puff of smoke into his mouth, blows it into the air. Workers aren't allowed to smoke in here, neither are the customers. But I believe Asuma doesn't care if he gets fired or not, I guess that's his personality, laidback and all. "She was a girl." He places the clean mug into the counter. "She had beautiful long black hair, eyes like freaken diamonds boy, diamonds!"

"Uh-huh that's great." I turned my back on the man; this conversation was dragging on bit too much now. And soon enough boss was bound to smell smoke.

I left the scene, wanting to check up on the couple. I took away their cups and plates, "How was everything?" I give Naruto a inquisitive look, expecting a loud answer i ignored the boy, for my eyes were scanning a girl I knew very well. I girl I knew better than the friends around her.

Sakura Hanuro.

In the flesh.

But why would such an uptown girl like Sakura come to such a rundown place like this? This wasn't the first thought in my head of course, I was merely reflecting on how old Sasuke would have had a heart attack at this very moment. I smirked to myself, yes, I was more evolved now.

I watched as Sakura lead a group of friends across the restaurant, she was wobbling around, chuckling to herself. Her friends were all laughing behind her, cackling at her quick humor.

I ran to the counter, almost as cover, to shield myself. I sat down with Asuma, he was still smoking. And past the smoke I looked behind the booths to see my costumers. Sakura was loud, embarrassingly loud. She was slamming the tables and her friends were laughing some more.

And then it struck me. Sakura was drunk. Not even tipsy, Sakura was on the edge of saying stuff she would later regret. And due to the expression on her friends' faces it already started. Her focus was off and she kept nocking the salt and pepper over.

I slumped down from my chair, ready for my drunken obsession. I walked towards the loud table, ready for orders. And as I stepped in front of her table she saw right through me. Not even noticing the boy in front of her.

What an annoying girl.

"How may I help you?"

Sakura, played with a string of her hair, looking at a speck on the table. Her friends ordered coffee. Easy. Then Sakura's voice popped up, "A beer," I was afraid of this, the girl looked at me with hazy eyes and a ticked off personal. I stood there.

What an annoying girl.

"May I see your license?" I remained authoritative. She slurred, falling back in her booth. "Come on dude, just sneak a drink." She bit her lip, "You won't get caught."

I looked into those eyes. Dude. Dude. I was angry, I hated her. I loathed Sakura. "I'm not afraid of getting caught, I just don't want to see you embarrass yourself any further."

Sakura's eyes became attracted; she bypassed the speck on her table, and looked right into my dark eyes. "Embarrass? You're not my father. Now do your job and get me a drink."

Her friends were worried now, they saw rage in me, and sarcasm in Sakura.

"I still won't get you're a drink, until I see your I.D., dude."

Sakura stood up now, shaky a bit, "Place my order." She furrowed her brows, her fists tightened.

My obsession for two weeks talking back to me, it would've been a miracle for old Sasuke. But now, she's just a nuisance. A customer, nothing else. If she didn't notice me by now, then I'll just forget her. Forget everything she loves and hates. Everyone she wants and loathes.

"Get out." My words were simple, and came out clear as a bell. And then i said them again, "Get out." I was mad now, no scolding a girl the same age as i. The silence was awkward. Sakura huffed and wobbly made her way to the door, not without leaving a good impression of course. She screamed curses and kicked the walls before her friends had to push her out.

That night I dreamt of Sakura.

Worst night ever.

The fog was so misty and patchy I felt like I was swimming on my way to school. But even through the thickness I couldn't help but notice Sakura Hanuro's pink hair. That hair made me antsy, and I could sniff the faint smell of strawberries from over here. We walked an equal distance apart, our steps soft, our eyes looking back and up at each other.

We hated each other.

But before I could even try walking ahead of her, Karin came crashing into my back, snuggling my arm. "Hey, Sasuke!" She cried out, the silence was ruined, the fog just seemed darker now, now, I couldn't even see the pink head of hair walking in front of me.

I mumbled, and Karin took pleasure in my grunt. And then the conversation began, "So Sasuke, Where were you yesterday?" She drags me back a bit, clinging onto my arm, "A couple of friends from our old school were having a party…I even texted you about it."

"I was…doing homework." Of course I was working, the only place I can get away from Karin's grip.

"Homework?" She tugged me back, stopped me dead in my tracks. Her eyes looked right into mine, like a soulless girl, "You're lying."

The fog was now dense, white surrounded me, and the only color was Karin's red hair.

"I'm not lying," I pulled away; "I really was at home doing homework."

Karin clenched her fists, her eyes flashed. Something snapped, a certain thought rose to Karin's head. She was thinking, she was getting ready for a plan to start, "You know what day is coming up right?" She walked ahead. I followed.

"What?" I grunted.

"You know…" her eyes scanned around the fog, "The funeral."

A shock of fear ran down my back. My head rang, and my eyes looked down at my feet. I could feel sweat gliding down my back; my trembling racked my body inside and out. "What funeral?"

Karin was way too loud, I couldn't see how many people were around listening in the fog.

"The death of-"

My hand reacted on its own, my fingers pushed her face back. My palm just covering her nose and mouth. I felt her cringe; I felt my feet move on their own as I crashed into Karin, trying to escape the fog.

"Shh!" Random sounds came gushing from my lips, I spat those words out, a random series of sounds all meaning "shut the hell up".

Then a silence that lasted for what seemed hours. But a smile peeked out from my tight hand, "Hold me." She asked.

"Hold me now." She repeated. "Walk me to school, because I can be much louder than that, trust me." She hugged me forcefully, and stuck her nails into my back, "It's hard to keep a secret as big as yours."

My words shuddered and I felt heat rise to my cheeks a bit, "I -I know."

So that's it for now~

Here's a list of questions you should be thinking of right now:
If you must. please use a sharpy to finish your checklist below:

What funeral could Karin be talking about?

Why was Sakura drunk?

Why is Sasuke sooo OOC?

Why do i hate Karin so much?

When will Dem-chan come out with the next chapter?

Ahh so many questions and im too lazy to answer any of em'!

Please review~ And keep reading! K?