Bullet Proof

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters.

Chapter 3: Introduction to the Girl

"A big hype about a big waste…" Sakura shook her head.

"He's such a hottie though! All the girls will be all over him! I can't blame them!" She swooned, clapping her hands together and batting her eyes.

"Get a hold of yourself, Ino. He's probably emotionally constipated…" She was already irritated about this boy – he seemed like within a day of getting showered with requests for dates and random sex, not to mention everyone throwing themselves at him, he would be an arrogant jerk. "Just another person to taint with this school."

"Now, I don't know why in the world you're so bitter about this school all the time… It's not that bad…"

She had a point…

Before she could answer, Choji ran by them, persuing Shikamaru who had stolen a bag of chips from him. The brunette snatched the blonde by the arm, "Ino! Help me get this bag back! We're going to be late if he doesn't stop!"

"Choji let go of me, you idiot!" She called, glancing at Sakura with a pleading look.

The girl only smiled sweetly and waved, letting out a small giggle before turning into her classroom. She was greeted by no one as she dropped herself into her chair. Third row back, closest to the window.

Surprisingly enough, Naruto marched in after she had gotten there, even though he had announced to everyone he was leaving about five minutes before her.

"Sakura!" He beamed, running over to her, allowing everyone to see Sasuke from the door.

Immediately the girls of the class shoved their friends and the boys who looked only vaguely interested (that was pushing it) from their seats to clear a spot.

The kid ignored them all and walked over to where Naruto stood, "Oh… Sasuke, this is Sakura Haruno!"

"Hi…" She broke into a smile, trying to be friendly.

He grunted in response, causing her to frown. "He seems friendly, Naruto…" She muttered. He sat next to her, and gestured for Sasuke to sit in front of him.

Naruto shrugged, because he never really saw anything wrong with the way Sasuke acted. But he had always been oblivious, so she forgave him. "So, Sasuke… You liking the school already?" She tried again with an attempt, but he turned towards her slightly, his eyes bored.

"It would be better if girls like you wouldn't try and annoy me…" With that he turned back around, staring straight ahead, seemingly bored.

Flabbergasted, she pointed at Sasuke, an angry expression swiped over her face as she looked at Naruto. He gave her a sympathetic look and pulled her close to whisper to her.

"He's kind of like that…"

"Kind of?" She spoke loudly, causing a couple people to look at her.

He laughed, trying to change the subject. She took the bait, knowing what he was trying to do – prevent a fight from breaking out. He knew her temper better than she suspected he did. Oh well…

At that moment, Kakashi walked in, staring at all the people fighting over desks. "I don't really want to ask, but I suppose I'm entitled to… What are you all doing?"

"Kakashi sensei! Karin kicked me out of my seat, and told me I couldn't sit there!" One girl whined.

"Bullshit! She did that to me!" And thus another argument broke out between the two.

He sighed, and glanced around, mumbling to himself, "Why do I even ask?" He stopped when his eyes landed on Sasuke, "It seems I have a new student… Why don't you stand and introduce yourself?"

He stood reluctantly, and shoved his hands in his pockets, facing the class. "I'm Sasuke Uchiha… I'm sixteen… That's about it…"

"He has a darling voice!"

"The way he acts is soo sexy!"

Girls began to whisper as he took his seat again, Kakashi raising an eyebrow, "I suppose you're Itachi's younger brother?"

The raven-haired kid nodded, "Well… That makes sense then…" He nodded and sat, "No more fighting, otherwise… Take this time to make our new student feel welcome… Or whatever we're supposed to say our homeroom is used for…"

At his instructions all the girls stood and began crowding around him, Karin shoving Sakura off her chair, "Move it cow!" She hissed, and pulled Sasuke over, trying to gain his attention.

Sakura pushed herself off the ground, her mood being thrown off a cliff it was going so low. She was irritated – that was for sure. Naruto was always pushed back by the growing wall of indestructible girls.

"Well at least I know he won't have a problem getting friends?" Naruto grinned – Sakura couldn't seem to return the gesture…

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Sasuke managed to pull himself out of the mob that was forming behind him. That was cruel what Kakashi had done. With a heavy sigh, he hurried down the hallway. His raven hair fell over his charcoal eyes, as he glanced quickly behind him. Though it wasn't as though he were afraid of these girls – a lot of them were actually kind of pretty, he just didn't like the attention.

He was never used to people fawning over him, and he wasn't exactly sure he really liked it even. He moved with elite agility, quickly advancing towards the math room. Algebra two was a painful class to sit through and he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to. If it was another class like that one – definitely not!

Slipping through the door, he quietly settled into a seat in the back of the room. His eyes averted to the students filling into the room like an engine blowing steam – they all magically seemed to appear.

The girl he noticed most was the pink haired girl Naruto had so quickly fell into step with in their previous class. He didn't know why he had suddenly been so grouchy with her, it had just come out on instinct. Oh well – she would be just another one of those annoying girls like he recently had to deal with, even if she wasn't quite there yet.

She sat close to the window, dropping her things onto her desk, and resting her chin in her palm. Her emerald eyes (what he could see of them anyways) seemed troubled and distant. Either this class pained her just as much as him, or she was thinking rather in depth about something.

He shook his head, trying to remove her from his thoughts, scanning the board to see what the problems were. They looked like they wouldn't take too long to figure out, so he started on them right away in hopes of getting the girl out of his head.

Suddenly a note fell onto his desk, on top of the problem he was just about to solve. Irritated, he flicked it away, but the same one toppled in front of him once more. Glaring, and letting out an exasperated sigh, he dropped his pencil and started unfolding the note.

Call me! He sat back up straight, coolly attempting to find who had thrown the note at him. Though no girl made a gesture, and there was no name, nor number. Rolling his eyes in disgust, he crumpled the piece of paper and chucked it.

Considering how dazed everyone seemed in the whole class (no one liked math apparently) it wasn't a surprise when not a soul but one saw Sasuke throw the crinkled ball. It hit the girl in the head, and she whipped around, ready to punch whoever just hit her precious hair.

She saw the raven haired teen looking at her, and tilted her head, a confused expression sweeping across her face in a disturbing sort of way. Picking up the paper, Sasuke's eyes widened with pure horror as she straightened it out.

The words she read caused a beaming face to explode, her eyes glittering as though her life's dreams had just been granted. He sunk into his seat, staring down at his paper, expressing his anger with scribbles in the margins.

Soon another note fell on his desk, and reluctantly he unfolded it, acting cautious – as though something would jump out and attack him. Inside, with smiley faces and I's dotted with hearts, it said:

Oh Sasuke-kun! Of course I WILL call you! Here's my number sweetie, we definitely will get together! 617-989-6236

Before he had time to even have thoughts about the obnoxious redhead, the teacher called out. "Okay… say the answer out loud if you feel yours is right…" He didn't look up from the text book in his lap. What most people knew was that there was actually a Playboy magazine stuck in the pages, keeping him occupied while the math class dragged on.

Sakura opened her mouth to answer, figuring no one else would say anything out loud. As she took in a breath to speak, another voice filled the room.

"Eighty-two…" The voice was masculine and dark, uncaring, but had an undertone of interest.

Everyone lifted their heads off their desks, or raised their chins from their palms. Glancing around the room, they attempted to find the source of the revelation. All eyes landed on Sasuke as the teacher looked up, also in shock. His feet, previously propped up on the desk in front of him, leaning back in his chair, sat straight now, his boots making a tromping noise as he let them fall to the ground.

Blinking, and setting the text book on the desk, he stood, the magazine now in clear view to the front row.

Over from the other side of the room, Sakura fumed. She couldn't believe what had happened. Always at the top of the class, she could say that it was something she had perfected – had been something she had for the longest time…

And now, on his first day, the stupid idiot who she already loathed wormed his way into her spot. With a glare, she crossed her arms in a huff, and waited for Mesuki to speak.

He was an awful math teacher – still interested more in teenage life (girls, sex, drinking, etc) than actually teaching a class that would learn and aspire from him. That explained why everyone hated math – it was so damn boring!

People watched Sakura in her fume, as Mesuki began speaking. "Okay… That's right… Um, how about number two?"

This time, Sakura got as far as the beginning syllable, before Sasuke spoke. "Three-hundred, nine."

She growled, sitting up straighter as every person in the class watched with amusement – more than they had had in that class in quite a while. A slight smirk flickered on the boy's lips, making the girl all the angrier. Her face became red, and a few people sitting close enough to her snickered.

"Next?" Mesuki seemed to be challenging both of them.

"Ten exactly!" Both said at once. Sakura seemed more eager, though Sasuke still didn't seem like he gave a shit.

He shot a glare at her, wondering why she would even want to get so worked up about it. But fine, he would play her game. Leaning forward and clasping his hands together, he stared at the board, figuring out the problem again in his head.

Sakura's eyes darted from Mesuki, to her paper, and back again, like a dog watching a bacon strip being tossed back and forth.

Now instead of simple amusement, the two triggered interest in their peers, as each waited to see who would win.

This was simplest one, Sakura knew she would get it before that jerk!

Their teacher smirked, as he looked up at the board, "Number four?"

"Two!"

"Five!" came both replies simultaneously.

Whispers erupted, people praising Sasuke and his skill, surpassing Sakura, but people also admiring the pink haired girl for the fight she was putting up against the arrogant ass. Mainly, girls were with Sasuke, guys were with Sakura.

As they both waited anxiously for who was right, and who was wrong – the bell sounded in the classroom. For a few moments, for the first time in history, no one moved. This caused Mesuki to laugh "Time to go! See you tomorrow!"

The students grabbed their things and started to get up, the two contestants reluctantly exiting as well.

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The next class went slow and boring, with no one but fangirls in his class, he was completely ready to leave biology as soon as possible. With every intention of having a good lunch, he went into the room, realizing it was busier than he expected it to be.

Watching everyone maneuver with their own cliques was weird. There were the sluts that followed him around, gushing about one thing or another at their own table, each staring at him, whispering, and repeating the process. He wondered vaguely if they did this to anyone else, or if he was just special.

He watched as a group of semi normal teenagers talked and laughed, eating merrily and taking advantage of their time all together, and he dually noted that was the table Sakura was sitting at. Then there were a few other random tables of people no one cared about, and then there was his brother's table.

They all were rather odd looking people to hang out with, and as his eyes lingered on them, each tensed – probably sensing someone scowling at them. Identical eyes met his, and a cocky smirk was planted on his brothers lips. As Sasuke turned away, as though he had someone he was simply looking for, the grin was nurtured – he could see through his younger brother right away.

A pretty girl with long blonde hair and dazzling sapphire eyes smiled and nearly skipped over to the boy, "Sasuke! Hi!" Her hand was raised and she was about to wave her delicate hand, when his downcast eyes shifted and looked at her.

His mouth was etched into a permanent glower, his eyes deadly enough to kill simply with a one-second glance. The aura that leaked off of him rolled in waves towards her, sending eerie vibes in her direction. A vision of her death by a pencil, fork, and various other things, not to mention a particular person's bare hands, flashed in front of her eyes. With sweat forming on her brow, she side stepped, acting as though she had meant to wave at someone else, and booking it away.

Two people got up from the previously viewed table, as a few groups of students watched them as they approached the young Uchiha.

"Sasuke, huh? Wow… Itachi was right – you look just like him…" The only different was that Sasuke had a smoother face, gentler features.

Itachi watched as the two approached his younger brother. "Why did we decide to send Deidara and Hidan?"

"We didn't want to scare him away with Kakuzu, now did we?" Kisame grinned slightly at the glare he received – the man's eyes being the only part of him that they could see. It didn't bother him though, he glowered at his friends all the time.

"Shut up! I'm listening!" Zetsu glared, turning back towards the three standing in the middle of the lunchroom.

"Please, we look nothing alike…" Sasuke's eyes narrowed.

"Take a seat with us, bitch!" Hidan grinned and laughed, earning a stare from an oncoming short kid with freckles and glasses. "What the fuck are you staring at you little shit!" Jumping in fright, the freshman scampered away. Starting up his laugh again, he put his hand on Sasuke's back and led him over.

"Hello Sasuke…" Itachi allowed a fake smile to grace his features.

Sasuke felt other lunch tables trying to hear their conversation, though it wasn't as though they could. Whenever glared at they would turn and fiddle with something, and quickly whipped back, hungry for more gossip on the Uchihas. Kakuzu glared at them again, and they went back to eating, suddenly no longer interested on the topic.

Sasuke grunted, "What am I doing here?"

"Fiesty, huh?" Deidara chuckled, "We like that…"

"Fuck that Deidara! Bitch, don't you have a girlfriend, not the damn other way around!" The blonde glared, and slapped him across the cheek, having easy access, then Kakuzu as a shield, "You know… That only proved my point further."

"You know, I'd like to see which of them won in a fight!" Zetsu laughed, causing an idea to spark in Kisame's mind.

"I would, bitch!" Hidan pumped his fist in the air, smirking.

"I meant Sasuke and Itachi, smart one…" Zetsu glared.

"That brings to a good idea…" the blue haired teen smirked, "Itachi… I know of your charm… But what of your brothers?"

"What do you mean?" He questioned, turning his head, nonchalantly picking up an apple and tossing it in the air for a moment before taking a bite.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. Show off… He thought in his head.

"I have a challenge for the two Uchihas'… A way to one up each other… finally prove who's best…" A grin overtook his blue lips.

Sasuke's ears prickled with those words, and he straightened, an aura of confidence rolling off of him. Finally – he would prove to that bastard his worth!

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A/N: I know that got a bit long… Sorry :( but at least it's getting somewhere now? :) I hope you enjoyed! And I hope even more that you review!

-zesty-