Invisible Girl Chapter Two, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer: All lyrics belong to Brie Larson.

Song Used in This Chapter: Loser in Me, by Brie Larson.

Invisible Girl

Chapter Two

The next day, or more specifically, the second day of school, was off to an annoyingly depressing start. Sakura crinkled her nose when she walked onto school grounds.

Students were already separated into small groups and acting like they had been there the whole summer, protecting their status. The courtyard and hallways were littered with clumps of people, individual cliques and loners alike.

Jocks, Preps, Populars (which was a large group of the jocks and preps combined), Goths, Emos, Future Rockstars of Japan, Skaters, Nerds, Artists, Band Kids, Theatre Troup, Chorus Kids, Gangstas, Whores, Juvenile-Delinquents-in-Jail-at-Least-Once-Already, Normies (dreadfully normal people), Weird Outsiders…cliques surrounded Sakura, all chatting away and laughing.

Sakura looked to her feet, through bubble gum colored bangs.

What hurt the most was that out of the hundreds of groups at Konoha, Sakura didn't fit into any. This had really hurt her when she was a freshman, unable to make any friends, but the pain wore away, and Sakura found it nice to be free from any friend-related obligations.

Looking at her watch, it was 7:20. Homeroom (which was also their first period) started at 7:45. Glancing around, Sakura scanned the premise for any good spot to sit. Her willow tree was abandoned as usual, so she trudged through the thick sea of students, determined to get to her tree.

The popular kids had already claimed all the good stops to hang out at before class. Next to the water fountain for example, and underneath the stairwell (where popular couples stood to make out and hold hands) had already been staked out and called. In fact, the whole staircase had been "reserved". Popular kids found entertainment by pushing less popular people off the stairway, though it wasn't really for the spot – more for the sport than anything.

Sakura sighed as she passed a particularly large group of people. The popular group was basically composed of the preps and the jocks. Her face fell even more as she realized Sasuke was part of that group. They were laughing at some girl tell a story, and a touch of a smile even appeared on Sasuke's face.

Sakura glanced at the girl they were all crowded around. She had pretty green eyes, shiny black hair, and pleasantly formed features. She wore a titled black and white pinstriped beret, and a black and white babydoll fit sleeveless top. The area around the bust was smocked (crinkled in a good way), with contrasting white stitched underneath. The edge was trimmed with lace. (They have this top at Abercrombie and Fitch.) And she wore the sleeveless top over a pair of dark was jeans and black and white polka dotted ballet flats. Her empty shoulders and neck were accented by a Tiffany and Co. necklace.

She sighed. If it took that much just to make Sasuke think about smiling, there was no way she would stand a chance.

Oh well. She would live.

Sasuke leaned back against the wall of the stairs and laughed as Neji and a few other guys pushed a random girl down the stairs. He put on his cool, trademark frown as he watched the fun with Gaara. Gaara rolled his eyes as he listened to his iPod, fiddling with the black studded wristband he wore. Gaara – the only punk kid in the Popular crowd and hot as anything. Sasuke managed the conceal the small grin trying to make it's way onto his face when he thought, Gaara must wear more eyeliner than a girl.

Lee and Naruto crossed their arms as they watched the People Pushing ensue. They were against physical harm to people of the lower status. Shikamaru stood with him, muttering when he was being talked too and rolling his eyes at the troublesome pushing of the people.

They were the odd ones of the Popular/Jock clique. Naruto was attractive with his fluffy blond hair and cerulean eyes, and Shikamaru was seen as the cute genius, but Rock Lee was…just there. Maybe it was the bowl cut that was endearing to some people, but he was a fantastic athletic, if not a bit strange.

Sasuke looked around once he heard that the hallways were quickly calming down and becoming less noisy. Gaara's music burst out through his earphones, the heavy bass and drums fighting their way out of the small white ear pieces. A path was cleared as everyone stepped aside.

The second half of the Populars had arrived.

Four girls sauntered down the hallway. Ino, the leader, Temari, Tenten, and Hinata. Sasuke and the others gave a dry chuckle. So the Slut Strut had begun.

Ino smirked as she approached Sasuke, making sure that her tattered jean micromini skirt rode up even more. Catcalls and whistles sounded in the hallway from other guys. Ino's long legs were exposed to an indecent level as the skirt bounced up while the tiny black tank top she wore barely covered her voluminous chest and left her midriff completely bare. Knee high black stiletto boots clicked on the floor while Ino Whore Walked.

"Sasuke-kun!" Ino squealed, racing towards the Uchiha.

She practically threw herself at him, aiming her shiny glossed lips at his face.

He side stepped, letting her crash unceremoniously into the wall.

Gaara, Neji, Naruto, Lee, Shikamaru, and Sasuke all laughed. They were just as popular as Ino was, so she really couldn't hurt them. Everyone else tried to hide their laughter, failing miserably. Ino peeled herself away from the wall and quickly regained her composure, glaring at those laughing at her, making them shut up almost instantly.

She snapped her fingers, and her whole group of "followers" zoomed to her side.

"Sasuke-kuuuunn," she cooed, leaning in close to him. She purposely let her chest just barely graze his bare arm. "I got tickets to a concert tonight. Front Row. Wanna come with?" she asked with a smile.

Sasuke smirked. "Of course I'll go…" Ino's eyes widened with excitement. "Just not with you," he finished. Her face crumbled.

"Oh, Sasuke-kun, why do you keep trying to hide your feelings about me?" she asked with a pout, flipping her waist length, platinum blonde hair.

Sasuke put on a surprised look. "Really? I thought I got "I hate you," across pretty damn well before, but I guess not, huh?"

No one could stop the onslaught of laughter that followed, and Ino stormed away furiously, Tenten, Hinata, and Temari following her while trying to muffle their giggles.

The bell rang, and the sea of students began to shift towards homeroom/first period.

"Come on, Sasuke," Neji called to him. "Math's upstairs."

They went up the staircase, everyone being pushed to go faster. Sasuke stepped on something while practically being forced up the stairs, and it let out an "Eep!" He turned his head, midnight blue eyes looking for what he had just crushed. Nothing could be seen, so he shrugged it off.

It was trigonometry time anyway.

Sakura winced as she rubbed her sore elbow. The unfortunate left elbow had been what broke her fall as she traveled up the stairs to get to first period.

Stairs just didn't like her this morning – she had already gotten pushed down the steps, and then she had gotten trampled on while just trying to climb back up them. Sasuke hadn't even seen her when he stepped on her. She supposed she hadn't even been in his line of vision, seeing how she was directly behind him on the floor, but still.

It had been one of those days. She took a shower this morning, but her hair dryer broke, so she had to settle with towel drying before throwing her hair up in a messy bun. Only her side bangs were left down, which she spent a good ten minutes rubbing dry and then straightening so she didn't look too hideous.

After the hair dilemma, she had gone downstairs to the kitchen, putting a bagel in the toaster for breakfast.

Big mistake.

The toaster decided to blow up that day, spitting crumbs and other burnt carbs onto her outfit, so she had to change before rushing out of her house to get to school.

Life hated her, but she blamed it on the loser in her.

That gave her an idea, and she scrambled through her book bag, pulling out her notebook. The bell rang at that exact moment.

Swearing, Sakura shook her pastel hair away from her face and raced off to math.

Sakura crept into the classroom as quietly as she could, making sure the door didn't squeak obnoxiously or creak. The teacher was writing on the board and didn't bother looking up, so Sakura wisely decided to shut the door silently before dashing to her seat.

Once she had plopped down into her chair and pulled out her notebook, binder, and pencil, she looked around, wide eyes scanning the room. No one had paid attention to her antics. She shrugged before brushing away some out of place hair. Sometimes it was useful being invisible.

Looking at the teacher, she saw that he was done writing on the chalkboard.

POP QUIZ TODAY. Decorated the board in lovely white letters.

Sakura cringed. Having pop quizzed, or any sort of quiz on the second day of school wasn't such a good idea. Everyone failed them, for one thing. Then again, that might've been the point, Sakura thought dryly, remembering the detention teacher from yesterday.

The teacher passed the quizzes out, and walked past Sakura, not giving her a quiz. Growling in frustration, she reached up and snatched a quiz out of his hand when he walked by again. He didn't notice. She sighed. Social invisibility had its advantages.

Sakura scanned the paper. There were twenty questions; all of which were on the first trig function they had started only yesterday in the last five minutes of class. Shit.

Okay…I know this…I know this…I can do this…I can do it…I…aww, who am I kidding, I can't do this! Sakura thought to herself, the determined look on her face morphing into one of utter despair.

Think Sakura, THINK! She mentally lectured herself. The musician inhaled slowly, taking in a deep breath with her eyes closed. On the count of three, she would open her eyes, and she would think the problems through to get an A.

One…two…three.

Her eyes snapped open, and dropped down to the multiple choice problems, taunting her with her twenty five percent chance of getting them each right.

Paniccc.

Sakura picked up her pencils, and circled random answers with pride. Hey, she might (probably) fail, but at least it was over with now.

She sighed and walked up to the teacher's desk to turn it in. Walking back up to her seat, she saw Sasuke chewing on his eraser thoughtfully as he racked his brain for answers.

Dammit, he looked cute, Sakura thought. She hoped he got an A. You know, A for appearance. He might never notice me, and me might act like an arrogant jerk, but somewhere deep inside of him, I bet he can be a really sweet person, Sakura thought to herself, letting her lips form a soft smile. A disturbed one face immediately replaced her sweet expression. Was I just talking like a psychiatrist? She asked herself, slumping down even more in her seat.

Sudden inspiration of remembrance struck her like lightening shocking the tin-man on a large hill covered in trees. Flipping her notebook to a clean sheet of paper, she took her pen and began writing furiously. The words seemed to flow endlessly through her mind and pen, transforming the thoughts into ink on paper with ease. It was times like this that she loved her pen – after all, the pen was mightier than the sword. And it was considerably easier to write with.

The bell rang.

Sakura packed up quickly, and she went throughout the rest of the morning writing whenever she had the chance and drifting through classes.

By lunch the new song was finished and Sakura had her guitar in hand while she strode out to her willow tree. She paused when she felt a ripple of hunger pass through her. She hadn't eaten breakfast, and Sakura was, quite frankly, starving.

She set her guitar and notebook down by the tree and left to go buy some lunch. No one would steal them after all. It was too isolated from the other students.

Besides, if Sakura's possessions were anything like her, no one would even see them.

Naruto let out a scream while he jumped up and threw the basketball at the hoop.

His aim sucked.

The ball bounced off the red rim, and sprung away from the court, rolling over by the willow tree. Sasuke saw this and offered to go retrieve it. He hadn't forgotten about the person from yesterday, and he wanted to see if she was there again.

Jogging over to the tree, he safely concluded that the mystery person had indeed been there. A guitar was resting carefully against the tree, along with a notebook. Kicking the ball back to the court, he motioned to his friends that he was going to go talk to someone or something. Looking around, Sasuke made sure no one was coming before he decided to hide behind the tree and wait for the person.

After a few minutes, Sasuke's Uchiha Ears pricked up at the sound of someone approaching the tree and sitting down. The guitar echoed hollowly as it was picked up, and he held his breath.

Sure enough, the girl started to play and started to sing.

"My alarm starts to ring and I know,
Gotta get up out of bed,
Even though I'd rather stay here instead.
Drag a comb through my hair I don't care,
That my clothes don't even match.
Cuz today I'm not gonna worry about that.

I wanna be somebody else,
Cuz I'm getting tired of myself.

Wanna waste the day,
So hold all my calls.
Gonna show up late if I show up at all.
Need some time to crash,
So don't take it personally.
Blame it on the loser in me.

Here's the plan stay at home,
Lock the doors all alone.
I don't want no company.
Cuz I got my guitar and my TV.
Order in throw the trash on the floor,
I don't care about the mess.
Cuz today I'm trying hard to forget.

I wanna be somebody else,
Cuz I'm getting tired of myself.

Wanna waste the day,
So hold all my calls.
Gonna show up late if I show up at all.
Need some time to crash,
So don't take it personally.
Blame it on the loser in me.

I just need one day then I'll be alright,
Let me hide away from my so called life.
Cuz I lose my head every now and then,
And I feel just like it's happened again.

Wanna waste the day,
So hold all my calls.
Gonna show up late if I show up at all.
Need some time to crash,
So don't take it personally.
Blame it on the loser in me.

Wanna waste the day,
So hold all my calls.
Gonna show up late if I show up at all.
Need some time to crash,
So don't take it personally.
Blame it on the loser in me."

Once again, the song put Sasuke into a trance, something not even the prettiest girl could do. He frowned. He wouldn't be able to rest until he knew who was singing. He stepped forward, determined to find out who it was.

A stick cracked from his foot.

Continuing forward, he went to go see who it was but –

They were gone.

Frustrated, he quickly formulated a plan. Tomorrow, he would hold a stakeout.

Sakura heaved out a deep shuddering breath at glared at the willow tree she had just sprinted away from. Peeling herself away from the wall she had pressed herself against, she let out a noise of frustration.

Right when she had finished the new song, she heard a noise behind her. And once again, she had panicked and fled. It was actually quite surprising that she managed to evade whatever creature it happened to be. Running certainly wasn't her forte, but when it came to staying invisible…

She pursed her lips while she dropped into a seated position against the wall. She was tired of being followed.

Sakura smirked. Tomorrow she would put an end to it – by holding a stakeout.

A/N: Some people have asked me where they can find Brie Larson songs…

You can buy her CD, "Finally Out of P.E." or, you could just download the songs off iTunes or LimeWire. I'll start telling which song is used in each chapter, to make it easier. You could download at the beginning of the chapter, and then at the end, the song should be finished loading…so you could listen to it. I recommend doing so, because it adds to the effect of reading…

Brie Larson is a pop-ish singer. I'm personally an alternative rock person, but I find her music enjoyable anyway. :D

Great. Expect the next update in a couple weeks.

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