Different kind of Apple Polisher


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Chapter 2

Identify Yourself: Interesting New Additions


"Ino. Psst. Ino."

I sigh as I hear Deidara begin to call my name. Deidara's in the year above for his other classes, but not when it comes to English. Dude sucks at English. He also sucks at not annoying me. Sadly.

I steadfastly ignore him, trying to keep my eyes on the board and whatever Mr. Hatake's droning on and on about. I don't actually need to pay attention because Sakura will just let me copy her notes later, but I need a distraction from Deidara and since I sit next to Sakura (who's working) and Choji (who's focusing all his attention on sneakily transporting crisps from under the table and into his mouth) my only option is to listen to Mr. Hatake.

"Ino."

Deidara is being so loud that I am completely sure everybody else in the class can hear him. Choji stops eating and glances behind me for a few seconds before he looks at me.

"Ino," he whispers. "Deidara wants you."

"I know." I return, unmoving from my position, head still in my hand, and elbow still on the desk.

Choji's brow scrunches up as he considers my reply, obviously confused, but then he shrugs and goes back to eating crisps. I considered going to sleep for a few minutes -there's only half an hour left of class after all- when I suddenly feel something smack my head. I jump in shock and then grimace as I see a paper ball bounce onto my desk. Oh, that little bitch. I risk a quick look at Mr. Hatake and then turn round furiously to glare at Deidara.

"What are you doing?" I hiss through gritted teeth.

"You weren't turning round!" Deidara shoots back defensively. "I wanted to tell you something yeah."

I take one look at the stupid shit's smirk and know the bastard's planning on teasing me.

"What?" I growl.

Deidara's smirk turns into a grin. "I was just going to tell you that my uncle's single un! It's going around school that you're into older men now; just thought I'd help you out."

"Deidara!" I half shriek before recovering. "The only thing that's going around school is your manwhoring ass, and I'm one hundred per cent certain that you got gonorrhoea from that girl Tayuya last year, or am I getting you mixed up with your manwhoring best friend Sasori?"

Deidara's face drops and Sasori, who had been sitting quietly next to his best friend with a bored expression until now, sits up looking scandalised.

However, whatever's he about to say is overridden by Mr. Hatake, who speaks up in a bored tone.

"Talking about anything interesting back there?"

I jump and turn only to see Mr. Hatake leaning on Choji's desk, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh!" I squeak. "Uh, no. Nothing. Nothing at all Mr. Hatake!"

Mr. Hatake's eyebrow rises even higher, but then he shrugs. "Ok. It's your education. You might want to start copying Sakura's notes now, if you want to make sure you keep caught up with the lesson."

I blush maroon and then nod once or twice. Mr. Hatake heads back down to his desk. I turn swiftly and give both Sasori and Deidara the finger -Sasori lets out a gasp of outrage at this- and then I turn back to my work. Sakura is giving me a knowing look, one eyebrow raised. I glower at her.

"I won't copy your work." I growl at her.

Sakura shakes her head and then beings writing down more notes. I turn to Choji.

"Choji," I coo sweetly. "Give us your notes." I yank the boy's notes away from him and begin scrawling down whatever it is he's written; it seems to trail off halfway and instead of words there's just crumbs…but at least it's something.

"Hey, what did Deidara mean?" Choji leans in close and whispers to me as I write.

"What?" I reply distractedly. Is that an I or a T? I squint at the piece of paper.

"What did Deidara mean by you being into older men?"

I glance up at my friend and then shrug. "Eh. I've just decided I'm not going to go for guys our age anymore. I want to go for more mature guys."

Choji rolls this over in his head for a while, quiet, and then he speaks up again. "What like…a man? With a beard?"

Sakura looks up and we share an amused smile before I turn back to Choji. "The beard is optional." I reply.

"I could grow a beard." Kiba suddenly butts in jealously from next to Sakura.

"Kiba, the most you can muster is some peach fuzz." Shino, from next to Kiba, pipes up.

"Hey! Shut it bug boy!" Kiba roars.

"Kiba." Mr. Hatake warns quietly.

"Sorry Mr. Hatake sir!" Kiba replies sweetly and then he looks back at me, eyes huge. "Ino, you don't need to do this. There's plenty of guys our age who would love to go out with you if you'd only give them a chance and let them explain to you that I didn't mean to kiss that girl, I was just drunk and-"

"'Plenty of guys or just you?" Sakura interrupts, raising her eyebrows at the brunette.

"Ok, maybe the last part only applies to me, but-" Kiba goes to wheedle some more, but I'm distracted when another paper ball hits the back of my head.

I turn and gift Deidara with a vicious glare, but he just winks at me, Sasori smirking by his side.

"We're older guys Ino." The blonde grins.

"Yes you are," I reply, feigning thoughtfulness before giving them a deadpan look. "You're also most likely the equivalent of two walking STD's, are incredibly immature and are both retaking English due to the fact you didn't turn up to the exam last year. So mature."

"Comedy Central was doing a marathon of Scrubs that day hmm!" Deidara returns indignantly.

"And we were high." Sasori adds.

"Like I said," I reply sweetly. "So mature."

"What, so you want like…a grandpa?"

I turn back round to see Choji gazing at me, looking more than a little bewildered. I sigh and rub at my forehead.

"No Choji, I do not 'want like a grandpa.'"

"I could be a grandpa." Kiba mutters moodily.

I give him an incredulous look. Sasuke turns around from in front of us and fixes me with one of his emotionless gazes.

"You want to sleep with a granddad?" He questions.

I stare at him in shock for a few seconds, my eyes wide and then I leap up. "NO!" I screech.

Sasuke's eyes narrow slightly and his mouth pulls down a little at being shrieked at, but apart from that he barely moves. "Oh." He murmurs and then he turns back round, satisfied.

"Ino,"

I look up, face scrunched as I recognise the voice, and see Mr. Hatake looking at me.

"After college detention."

I droop. Great.

"Oh no! You won't be able to attend Self Defence class!" Sakura whines.

"Do you want me to tell the teacher?" Kiba asks.

"Mr. Hatake is the teacher." I hiss back before drooping down onto my desk and moping.

Why are older guys so fuddy duddy?


I grumble about my detention all the way through the day. Sakura meets me in the hall as I head to the detention. She's tying her hair up, getting ready for self-defence class. I grunt at her in acknowledgement as I make my way towards my detention classroom.

"Sorry that you got detention Ino," my best friend sighs. "But it'll be over in a jiffy I'm sure. I'll meet you after my lesson and we can go to the coffee shop if you want?"

I pause just before the door to my detention class and let out an exaggerated sigh. "I haven't got any money."

Sakura rolls her eyes. "I'll pay." She assures me and then she watches as I enter the detention classroom.

The noise in here is cacophonic; all the students are messing about- throwing paper airplanes at each other, fighting, laughing, some are even on Gameboys. Huh. This is not what I envisioned detention to look like. I stand there for a few seconds, taking the whole thing.

"Oh hello. You're a new one. Never seen you before."

As I'm addressed I look over to see who's talking to me and holy shit…if it isn't a hot teacher. I stare at him for a few seconds, kinda thrown off balance. He looks about the same age as Mr. Hatake, with black hair, a deep tan and, hey what would you know, a beard. He has a cigarette tucked behind his ear and a pencil in his mouth. Maybe detention isn't going to be so bad.

Hey, Ino, snap out of it. I realise that maybe just gawping at him isn't the best way to start our prospective relationship so I move closer to the desk where he currently has his feet up, leaning back, arms -muscly arms, which are undeniably obvious through his tight shirt- behind his head.

"Yeah, hi," I greet, trying to keep my voice loud enough so that I can be heard over the madness going on behind me. "I'm Ino Yamanaka."

"Nice to meet cha Ino," hot teacher returns, bringing his feet down off the desk as he leans forward. "Welcome to detention. Congrats on avoiding being caught until now."

I bristle. "Hey! I'm the epitome of a perfect student-" Lie. "-I've not been 'avoiding' getting caught!"

"Right, right," returns hot teacher as he pushes a piece of paper towards me. "Sign your name,"

I grab a pencil off the desk and begin signing my name.

"What'd you get caught for?" Hot teacher enquires as I do so.

"Talking in class." I reply, straightening up and examining his face. He really is very attractive, very distinguished looking too. Exactly what I need.

"Ah. That's what I would have guessed. What were you talking about?"

I go red immediately. "Oh, uh, nothing important." I return.

Hot teacher raises his eyebrows at his, but doesn't comment as I feel a presence slope in behind me. I turn just as Shikamaru, my best friend, whacks me with his bag.

"Hey Shikamaru!" Hot teacher greets, raising his hand. "Get caught sleeping in class again?"

"Yes," Shikamaru returns looking bored. "It's such a drag Asuma. I already knew all the stuff Mr. Tenzo was telling me. So bothersome."

I turn and watch as he walks away, dragging his feet, as he heads for a seat near the back. Huh. I always figured Shika didn't attend Self Defence classes because he couldn't be bothered, looks like he actually has a proper valid excuse. I watch as he drops his head onto the desk. I doubt he needs an excuse not to attend anyway. I pout, wondering how I never knew Shikamaru was a regular attendee of detention. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I actually forgot hot teacher sitting behind me.

"Hey flower power, are you ever going to sit down?"

I turn to look at him, an eyebrow raised. Hot teacher grins at me.

"I kinda need to watch the whole class." He explains.

I huff and toss my hair over my shoulder. "I'm a better view than anyone in this class." I return importantly.

Hot teacher shrugs. "I won't disagree with you there, but you do need to sit down."

I'll sit on your lap I mutter in my head, but instead of saying this I simply smile sweetly at him and nod.

"Ok Asuma." I agree.

"Mr. Sarutobi." Asuma corrects.

"Yes." I reply formally and then I walk over to join Shikamaru at his table.

Shika's fast asleep when I get there so I hit him over the head as I sit down. The boy jerks awake, giving me an annoyed look.

"Why are you here? Detention's the only place I can sleep in college without being bothered." He grumbles.

I smile sweetly at him. "I love you too Shikamaru, best friends forever. Now," I lean down low and become business like. "How come you know that teacher so well?"

Shikamaru raises an eyebrow and then raises his head to look at Mr. Sarutobi.

"He's my maths teacher. Asuma's cool." My best friend returns.

"Maths. Of course." I mutter to myself.

Shikamaru's brow scrunches at this. "…what?" He questions.

"Nothing. Hey listen, is he single?" I return.

Shikamaru cocks his head at me a little, looking bewildered. No matter how clever my best friend is, he's pretty dumb when it comes to girls. "Why? Are your parents splitting up or something? Are you trying to set your mum up with Asuma?"

I let out a groan and I'm about to reply when suddenly a boy from behind us, shoots in between us, grinning. He's pale with white chin length hair and purple eyes. He's pretty hot…but I'm not going after boys my age anymore so I raise my eyebrows disparagingly at him.

"Hello." He greets, not looking bothered by my look.

I relent while Shikamaru slumps back down to sleep.

"Hello." I return.

"You're new," the white haired guy informs me. "I've never seen you before. Have you decided to join the dark side?"

The guy looks like he just got out of juvie, so I narrow my eyes at him. "No," I reply. "I just got caught talking in class."

"Oh," the guy slumps down, looking disappointed. "I thought you looked kinda cool, but I must have got it wrong. You're just another one of those prissy girls."

I glare at him, outraged. "I'm not prissy!" I return.

"Then who are you?" The guy returns, smiling now.

"I'm Ino," I reply. "You?"

"Suigetsu," Suigetsu says. "So, Ino, if you're not prissy how come I've never seen you around here before?"

I cross my arms as I reply. "Maybe I'm just better at getting away with things than you are." I suggest.

Suigetsu laughs. "So you're not afraid of danger then?"

I give the boy a bored look. "No."

Suigetsu moves a little closer. "What about dangerous people?"

Despite myself my heart rate begins to increase a little, but I keep my cool as I reply. Grinning, I move closer, till our noses nearly touch.

"Nope."


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