"Ohmigosh it's about time, Ino!" screeches the pink haired girl of my dreams. "What took you so long?" Her slender hands wind around my forearm in exaggeration. Using her inhuman strength, Sakura pulls me into the blue plastic chair next to her. I take the time to notice how close her knee is to mine; how close her whole body is to mine. The intoxicating scent that is Sakura sends me into sensory overload.

I scoff, saying, "Some bitch had the nerve to take my shower! I was like 'What the hell, slut?' and she was all 'I was here first.'" The lie comes out of my mouth before I can stop it, but I make no move to cover up my mistake. Sakura hates nothing more than liars. "But I'm here now." Leaning in, I lower my voice to an almost inaudible whisper. Small movements in my body allow my leg to move just a tad bit closer to Sakura's as I ask the whole group around me, "What's the deal today?"

As if she feels my very presence so close to hers, Sakura leans back in her chair and crosses her too-skinny arms over her too-flat chest. Her imperfections have never bothered me, nor will they ever, but I can't help but notice when she's on one of her starvation sentences she calls a 'diet.' Jade eyes are covered for a split second by pale eyes lids, blond eyelashes sweeping ever so gently across creamy white cheeks. "I heard this insane rumor about Uzumaki over there," she throws a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of the annoying blonde. "I heard he's secretly gay—gay for Sasuke. I'm not sure if it's true, but it would explain why he goes out of his way for that… that bastard to recognize him." With a snort, she adds, "Naruto can have him, I'm way past done with all that shit Sasuke did to me."

A gasp escapes my mouth at her harsh words, but not because of the revelation of Naruto possibly being gay, but because Sakura seems so over Sasuke when it hasn't even been 24 hours. Thinking fast, I rest a reassuring hand on Sakura's shoulder and say a quick, "good for you, he's not worth it," before turning to my half-empty plastic box of salad. I scan what Sakura has—or hasn't, it seems—eaten. On her tray lay a nibbled on sandwich and a bitten into apple. Frowning, I scoot closer to the pink haired girl beside me. "Aren't you going to eat? You have no one to watch yourself for, right?"

Impossibly green eyes seem to bore into my soul as if trying to tell me something without using verbal language. I try my hardest to uncover the mystery that is Sakura's inner feelings, to no avail. Sighing, I slide my chair back to its original position. After a few moments of awkward silence, Sakura says boldly, "I do have someone to diet for."

My eyes dart to her averted gaze. I try to pull her into my stare, but she is too stubborn to turn her face those few inches. Just as I'm about to continue eating my lunch, a shrill ringing scares the shit out of me. My fork falls with a too-loud clank in the suddenly quiet cafeteria. All eyes are on me. I scoff before shoving my trash into a trash can. Huffing, I walk out of the double doors leading into the main hallway. Tears of embarrassment burn at the rims of my eyes, but I quickly will them back as I rush home.

This is it… Today is the day.

White streams of sunlight slip through the teeniest of cracks of my blinds. Soft swishing noises enter my ears, telling me that it will be windy the rest of the day. Small chirps of innocent birds flit through the air, yet they bring me no peace of mind. The high pitches only annoy my further, sending me into a foul mood worse than the one I woke up in.

Inner difficulties aside, thoughts from just moments ago re-enter my mind. Today is the day I'm finally going to confess to Sakura. I'm going to tell her how much I love her and for how long I've loved her. But I can't just up and say it to her face. The moment has to be right, which is why I hope and pray to Kami that my plans will work out without a hitch.

Yawning, I stretch my arms into the air, only for my hand to land on my dresser, efficiently knocking off half of its contents. Muttering curses, I bend down to pick up the assorted hair and make up products. With that small issue taken care of, I open my closet… and a mountain of clothes stumbles out of the jammed three-by-three foot space. Keeping my temper in check is very hard at the moment, but I grit my teeth and pull out a wrinkled school shirt, along with socks and a skirt. Begrudgingly I pull the articles of (dirty) clothing on before slamming my bedroom door shut. I stomp down the stairs, making sure my parents heard me through the paper thin walls. I once again slam a door, but this time it'd the front door.

A gust of shallow wind slices through my thin white shirt as I realize I forgot to grab a sweater on my way out of the house. This dilemma adds to my sour mood, which is sure to make me explode any second. In my mind I'm hoping that Sakura isn't the first person I see this morning, or I just might go off on her for no reason.

Soft footsteps sound behind me. "Hey, Ino! How are you this morning?" I cringe at the unusually happy voice of the pink haired girl I've known for years. "Inooooo? Earth to Ino!" Her pale hand is waving in front of my face. I take the time to notice how bony her fingers have become with her most recent diet.

Angry, I grab her hand violently. "I don't care," I start, seething, "how important this person may be to you. Whoever he is, he isn't worth you nearly killing yourself! You need to stop starving yourself like this!"

Sakura's jade eyes deaden at my uncalled for comment. She yanks her limb out of my grasp and almost smacks herself in the face from the unneeded force. "You would care if you knew who this person is!" Her face was contorted in anger. All of the emotions she kept pent up over the last two days is fully exposed in her eyes. The amount of hurt I see in her orbs make me want to cry.

"Sakura… If he's so important to you, why won't you tell me?" At Sakura's silence, I go on, "Don't tell me it's still Sasuke. I thought you were over him! If anyone, he's most definitely not worth all of this! And if it's any of the guys I know that you know… Well, I just want to tell you to stop being so stupid over boys like them. Get over your petty crushes and move on! There are more important things in life!" By the end of my accusations, my voice is so loud it's almost a yell. The words coming out of my mouth burn my throat, but there's nothing I can do to take them all back.

Glaring fiercely, Sakura turns her back toward me and begins walking at an insanely fast pace to Konoha High. I let her get a big lead so that there is a large gap between our bodies before I start on my small journey to the hell hole.

I should have stayed home when I felt my mood turn sour, and fast.

Today just isn't going to be a good day, is it?

Authoress' Note: OMG this took FOREVER to get out, and I am extremely sorry! I was going to work on it last weekend, but I remembered it was Mello's birthday, so I got sidetracked. And then I thought I was going to start on Matsuda's bday fic, but that was put off too… But none of these excuses are worth it, because this is such a sucky chappie, and I'm really REALLY SORRY! I just need to end this damned story, and fast.

I should be finishing the final chapter/chapters within the next two weeks since it's CHRISTMAS BREAK! I'm thinking of starting another chapter story. I should be able to update it pretty regularly, too, since midterms are over and the quarter will just be beginning!

Reviews greatly appreciated! Constructive criticism helps, too ;3

Ja ne!