A/N: Two chapters in one day! Yeah!
Chapter Three - Encounters and Bonding
"What's your name hunny?" the red head asks.
I stare at both of them, I'm a bit nervous for a few reasons..
They're freaking GORGEOUS! I feel so unpretty around them and intimidated..plus I don't want them to touch me.
"Isn't it rude to ask for someone's name without giving yours first?" I retort. The mature version of Sasuke snorts in annoyance. The red head narrows his eyes and his smirk deepens. "My my, what a mind this one has. Forgive me my darling, I'm Sasori Akanosuna. Very pleased to meet you." I turn my gaze to the unknown senior sitting beside him. He stares right into my eyes, I almost melt but I tell myself to stay strong and stay persistent. "Itachi Uchiha." He finally introduces himself.
"Uchiha?" I raise my eyebrows. "Yes, is there a problem?"
I shake my head, "No of course not. It's just..no wonder I've mistaken you for Sasuke..." They exchange amused looks.
Sasori takes my hand in his and makes me stare into those lifeless eyes. "Please don't change the subject, you still haven't told me your name..." He brought his other hand up to my hair. Before he could, I block it and take my hand away from his other one.
"Sakura!" I turn around and see my emo savior. "Sasuke!" I get up and take his hands. He pulls me to his side and glares at the two seated seniors.
"Sakura..what a beautiful name for a beautiful young lady.." Sasori winks at me. Blush creeps onto my face and I turn my head to hide it. "You guys are creepy.." Sasuke grabs my tray and steers me away. "Sakura what were you thinking?!" Sasuke didn't even try to hide his anger. We reach the table and Sasuke pulls a chair out for me and sits me down, and slams my tray infront of me. Gaara slips off his headphones. 'What's up?"
Sasuke sulked and repeatedly poked his food with his fork.
I sigh and explain to Gaara, " I thought Sasori and Itachi were you two..so they made me sit there and they harassed me I guess.." Gaara stared at me in disbelief then laughed loudly. Some heads turned to see what was going on.
"Wow, no one's ever mistaken me for that preppy bitch." "Sorry.." "It's all right..really, it's emo boy you better apologize to." He slipped his headphones back on.
I watch the emo boy take a tiny sip of his chocolate milk and focus on his food again.
"Sasuke, I'm truly sorry, I didn't realize you relationship with your brother isn't as strong." I appologized with half sarcasm in my voice.
He sighs and mutters, "Whatever.."
I slide my seat closer to his and lean my head on his shoulder and look up at him with big sorry eyes, "Sorreeee, Sasuke-kuuuuun" I say in my cutetest voice possible.
He looks down and we look into eachother's eyes, my expression softens. Gaara coughs and I shoot up from his shoulder and Sasuke looks away, and says softly, "You're forgiven.."
I slide back over to my food and finish it up.
Gaara chuckles and slids his headphones off again, "So what classes do you crazy kids have next?"
"Art." still-flustered-Sasuke stated.
"All right, how aout you Cherry Blossom?"
"Computers or something like that."
"Coo, me too." The bell goes off. "Let's go. Laterz, Sasuke."
"I would've never imagined, a goth and an emo being best friends." I tell Gaara, "I thought you would've gouged out his eyes with a spork or someting."
"Heh, we've been best friends since, forever! We're not gonna let sterotypes get between us." He smiled fondly.
"Aaww, sounds sweeeeet!" I tease.
We arrived at the computer lab and took two computers in the back. The class finishes filling in and the teacher got up from his computer at the front.
"Welcome, freshman! I am Asuma-sensei. Since it is the first day..we're not gonna do much, but all I want you guys to do is make a school e-mail. It's pretty obvious how to do it, just open the student e-mail program on the desktop and just follow each step from there. Oh yeah, when picking e-mail names and passwords, please make them appropriate..."
I stared at my screen, "Hey Gaa-chan, what should I put for my e-mail?"
"Oh I know," He pulled my keyboard towards him and typed. When he finished, he clicked next for me.
"You dink!" I pull his keyboard away from his typing fingers and input the perfet e-mail for him and click next. I stick out my tongue at him.
firecrotch2theX-TREMExxxxxx.
"Haha! You bitch!" He stole my keyboard again and made a password for me. "Oh my god! What did you put?!"
"I like boobies" He grinned.
"Oh yeah?" I steal his keyboard and type in his password. "What is it?"
"I lick men."
We laughed loudly as the teacher passed by. "Is everything all right?"
After finishing making our e-mails we pretty much just fooled around some more by sending each other stupid e-mails then class ended.
"Well, I got english now. So, I'll see ya later."
I actually have a spare..so I'll spend my time in the library. Ony my way, I take a pit stop inside the washrooms.
Just my luck, Ino and two of her friends(more like clones) stood behind her.
"Speak of the devil," She looked me up and down, "It's Miss Cherry Blossom." She sneered and her friends laughed like her joke was actually funny.
She walked up close to me and roughly tugged on my hair, "What kind of cheap hair dye did you use? It looks so fake!" She laughed and looked back at her friends who laughed with her. "That's not what Sasuke thinks." I blurt out.
They all fell silent. "Speaking of Sasuke-kun," She let go of my hair to circle around me, does she think that's really intimidating? "Didn't I tell you, not to touch?"
She stopped in front of me to give me a dirty look. I stared right back at her. "Oh but Ino, I did more than just "touch" him." I gave her a smirk that I quickly picked up from Sasuke. She narrowed her eyes at me. I see her arm twitch and I swiftly block the hand that tried to make contact with my face. Ino let out a fustrated growl and stormed off, her friends close behind her.
I glare at the door which she just exited from. I brushed the whole encounter off and continued towards my destination.
A/N: Sorry if there's any grammar or spelling errors. I don't really look over them, but I tried to this time.
