The It School
Chapter Three:: This Is Why I'm Screwed
Written By:: Riz-I
There are some sights a girl does not want to wake up to.
Fortunately, the sight I just woke up to doesn't quite qualify.
I mean, seriously. Have you seen Shikamaru Nara asleep? The boy doesn't even drool.
I sneak out of bed and tip toe slyly over to the sofa where Shikamaru is sprawled. I lean over and- okay, call me forward, but whatever, it's not like you'd have been able to resist- kiss him softly on the lips.
I take a jump backwards and begin spluttering. Ew… gross!! That felt like kissing my brother!! That was revolting!! I rub my mouth furiously with my sleeve. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW!!! I notice I am being watched. I turn my head slightly and hurriedly hide my sleeve behind my back, grinning foolishly while doing so.
"Did you just kiss me?"
Reasons Why I, Sakura Haruno, Am Screwed
One) I made a pact with the devil in disguise last night- and I gave her blackmail to use against me.
Two) I currently have a famous AND genius model camped out in my room which is TOTALLY against the rules and if I'm found out, I'll be expelled immediately.
Three) The famous genius model is Shikamaru Nara, a.k.a. G.M Nara, a.k.a. Genius Model Nara… a.k.a. the L Lawliet/ Light Yagami hybrid of this world. (A/N: Reference to Death Note. I 3 L.)
Four) He is glaring at me.
Five) Because he thinks I kissed him.
Six) Which technically I did.
Seven) Who cares about technically?
Eight) Judging from the way he's heading over here, clearly he does…
Nine) Should I seriously be thinking how hot he looks right now?
Ten) Naruto Uzumaki is stuck to my window with suction pads on his hands and knees.
Eleven) Ditto Sasuke Uchiha…
Ding Dong Ladies and Gentlemen. It appears we have some window creepers. Now there are only two reasons the U Brothers would scale a window this early in the morning. Reason One: They've only just got back in from a night of non-stop partying. Or Reason Two, which, judging from the window they have come to an abrupt halt at, seems more likely: They are continuing on their mission to make Spiller join them in their quest. Better hurry boys. Looks like Sarutobi's already on his way. Remember boys and girls, this was the daily morning Gossip Coffee for all you It Schoolers. Because this is the It School—and this is where it's at. Kiss. Kiss. 0-7-7-L-A-D-Y-L-U-C-K.
I pull open the window and, with the help of Shikamaru, pull the two oversized (and just as overly annoying) bug-boys inside the room. "What are you doing here?!"
"What's he doing here?" Naruto draws up to Shikamaru and jabs him in the chest.
"None of your business. He has my permission. You two on the other hand-"
"Sakura!! You don't understand. Me and the Ice-Queen over here need your-" Naruto is promptly silenced by a punch from the 'Ice Queen' who continues speaking for him.
"Sakura Haruno. I've come to give you an Ultimatum." 'Like I haven't had enough of those to last me a lifetime.' Sasuke seems completely oblivious to my mental turmoil.
How rude.
"The Ultimatum is basically this. Go along or I'll have my father use his, associates, to permanently remove your father from the planet."
"And where do you intend to send him?"
"Mars." He replied, without so much as a hint of hesitation.
Sakura sweatdropped. "You can't seriously be that rich."
Naruto, rubbing his head sits up and nods. "Yeah, actually, he is."
"So why do you need to go ahead with this troublesome sounding plan anyway?" Everybody turns to look at Shikamaru who has pulled his t-shirt on and is currently leaning back into the sagging sofa.
"You wouldn't understand, Pumpkin head."
"Naruto. You mean Pineapple."
"That's what I said, Spiller."
I resist the urge to punch him. "You won't actually send my dad to Mars will you."
Sasuke pauses briefly. "No. I'll just get Dad to send him to Guantanamo Bay or something."
"You wouldn't." . Sasuke shrugs noncommittally and begins making towards the door.
"You coming, dobe?" Naruto springs up and rushes to join his friend. "Oh, and Spiller?" he adds, sticking his blond head round the door. "If you do it, we'll pay you."
"LIKE I'D DO IT FOR MONEY!!!" I scowl.
"Not even for a billion pounds?" Naruto scratches his head and grins at me. "Because seriously, if the plan works… that'll be like pocket change to us." He laughs and then leaves, slamming the door loudly behind him.
Shikamaru looks at me. "Even to an Uchiha or an Uzumaki, a billion isn't pocket change. This plan must be something pretty big"
I'm shaking but I manage to croak something out. "It is."
Mind if I write you notes here?
It's your English book. Why should I care?
You're a great friend. Has anyone ever told you that?
Many. But they were generally after something.
You're such a freakazoid. Hey, Shikamaru. Why exactly didn't you want people to know you're G.M Nara?
Because of annoying and troublesome people like the ones who It-Claimed me.
You don't find that flattering?
Of course not. Much too troublesome, especially if last night is anything to go by.
Well, I guess. You mean you actually heard the entire convo I had with Ino?
Why else would I have laughed. Though that said, the ridiculously small size of the Scholarship Student bathroom is pretty laughable.
My Dorm bathroom's bigger than the master bedroom of my parents' house…
Figures.
Do you want me to punch you?
Not particularly, no.
Whatever. Will you do it then?
Do what?
Don't play stupid with me, Pineapple. Or should I say, PUMPKIN.
Call me that again and I'll- no, hitting you would be too troublesome. I won't write back.
Fine. Don't. See if I care.
Oy, Pineapple?
Nara?
Shikamaru?
G.M?
OKAY!! I'm SORRY!! PLEASE WRITE BACK!! Learning about Mitosis is KILLING me!!
Only if you tell me the plan those two idiots have cooked up.
Seriously, Pineapple, nobody uses the phrase 'cooked up' any more. And I can't tell you. I can only tell you that it involves several very illegal manoeuvres that will require Sasuke pulling all the strings he has to pull in order to prevent his daddy (or the government) from finding out.
And how exactly is it going to make us all supremely rich?
It isn't. It'll only make a select few rich.
How?
Magic.
And the sad thing is, I'm not even lying.
The plan Sasuke and Naruto have is little short of magic. Well, the fact that Sasuke conceded to the fact Naruto came up with the plan was magic. Not the Sasuke conceding part (though actually, that could be), but the Naruto having thought of it part. Because the plan was genius.
Pretty much infallible.
As long as I help them.
But here's the thing, they're rich. Sasuke's family owns the Militia and the Police Force as well as Uchiha Corps. Naruto's family owns the world's largest Ramen Company which makes far more than you could imagine… They can buy their way out of any problems this plan could have for them. Me on the other hand?
I'm here on Scholarship.
I am stashing my books away in my locker when my wrist is caught by the cold, pale wrist of somebody else. "Sakura."
"I already told you-"
"No. I'm going to make you understand this." He drags me over to a secluded spot along the corridor. "I stand to lose far more than you if this plan goes wrong. Don't you understand? I don't win unless you win! I'm not just in it for me."
"Yes you are."
"True. But you wind up benefitting from my benefitting."
"I refuse to help you."
Sasuke sighs. "Fine then, Spiller. I guess you leave me no choice." He pulls out his phone and begins tapping some keys on it. He finishes and then looks up at me with a smug smirk playing on his lips.
"What did you do…"
What is this? I would say The Fox stole his phone, but The Sex has provided evidence that it really is him. My dear It Schoolers. It appears The Sex really does need Spiller for this plan. Because guess what ladies and gents? Sakura Haruno has just be It-Claimed. Well then, Miss H. He now unofficially owns you, should you feel inclined to let him. And come on honey? How long do you think you're going to be able to resist the charms of the boy so aptly named 'The Sex'? Look forward to further updates on this latest predicament. I guess we've really proved it this time, right? This is the It School—and this is where it's at. Kiss. Kiss. 0-7-7-L-A-D-Y-L-U-C-K.
"That's what I did." And he turns to walk away. Leaving a corridor of people flashing their heads from me to him back to me… then back to him.
Because even though they can only see his backside.
It's one hell of a view.
Reasons Why I, Sakura Haruno, Hate Myself
Because I am a noob who is a sucker for a pretty face… and a pretty butt.
But only when they both belong to a man.
"Sakura!"
"What?"
"You never told me this morning."
"Told you what?"
"Why you kissed me."
Oh sugar. Ino Yamanaka has just frozen a few paces behind Shikamaru. "Heh. Heh. Heh." I chuckle nervously. "What are you talking about. What kiss? Were you having dirty dreams. Dirty boy!" I slap him on the shoulder and try to drag him away. Shikamaru shrugs out of it and looks at me confusedly. Feeling two burning eyes on the back of his neck and my pleading glances at him (and I guess being a genius doesn't hurt) he is able to realise who is behind him. "Hmm." He mutters. "I guess so."
"Sakura." Ino calls as I turn to hurry away. "Wait up." It's an order. Oh God. She's ordering me.
"Why is Shikamaru Nara dreaming about kissing you?" Her smile is fake and sickly sweet.
"Maybe because he likes me and not you."
Ino Yamanaka's eyes become sharp and piercing. I can feel the ice daggers she is shooting via them piercing me. "What was that, Spiller?"
"Let me bend down and lick your shoe?"
And then a miracle happens.
Ino Yamanaka laughs. Her eyes crinkle up and her mouth turns up at both corners as she lets out a delighted peal of laughter. She hurriedly composes herself. "It's a shame I have to hate you." She sneers. "Whatever. Make sure he asks me out by the end of the week and I'll see what I can do about you and the U Boys."
"Huh?"
"Well, you do like one of them, right?"
"Huh?"
"Why else would you be helping them in this plan they have going? I mean, it's not like they asked you!!" She giggles at the very thought.
I feel myself bristling, but Ino doesn't give me time to retaliate. "Bye bye, Loser. Remember our deal." She winks and walks away, careful to 'accidentally' kick me in the shins as she goes.
I look up and see Hinata Hyuuga making a beeline in my direction.
She does not look happy.
At all.
I gulp.
"Oh no, Sakura… what have you done now?"
A/N: I think this one's slightly shorter.
My GOD you guys get a lot of scandal in your lives. It actually shocked me... not to mention gave me oodles of ideas. :)
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