A/N: Third chapter is up and running! But first and foremost, I just want to thank everyone for actually reading this crap, and for people who put it on their favorites and alerts. You people are lovely. Special thanks to mango spoons, mesammi and Kajiin for the first three comments. You have no idea how much it means to me that you like this. I have HOPE!

Anyway, this chapter is a monster. It's got to be twice as long as the first two. Poor Temari...I'm putting her through so much! Some conflict in this chapter. Enjoy! Oh, by the way, this chapter's in Temari's pov.

Disclaimer: I had a dream that I owned Naruto, but it turned out to just be a dream. It still belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

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When we arrived at the school, my brothers and I were astounded by how big it was. I mean, we had all seen the pictures, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. And not only was it big, it was beautiful. There was lush greenery everywhere you looked, and it complemented the grand old buildings perfectly. Eventually, though, we picked our jaws up off the floor and tried to look like we were used to this kind of thing. Which was hard to do, seeing how Kankurou was acting like a little kid on Christmas morning.

He ran up the walkway ahead of us, looking at everything with eyes as big as dinner plates, and yelling about how great everything was. At least Gaara kept on his usual emotionless face. If he started gushing, it would be the end of life as we know it.

I felt the same way about the school as Kankurou did. Who wouldn't? It was amazing. We'd never seen one so huge. But the difference between Kankurou and I was that while he didn't care if he seemed like a 6-foot-tall child, I had a reputation to maintain. Even though these people didn't know it yet, I was known for my aggressiveness, cynicism, and all-around hostile personality. No matter; they would find out soon enough.

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After getting our schedules and room assignments (the front-desk lady was so nice it made me want to puke), the three of us tried to figure out where the heck we were supposed to go. We stood there looking like complete idiots while I studied the papers we were given.

"Okay," I said, "how is this supposed to help us? It's telling us the room number, but not where the actual building is that has the room in it."

"Well, figure it out. You're the oldest," Kankurou said, still dazed by the school's grandeur.

I saw some guy walking by us. He was young enough to be a student, but old enough to look like he might be able to help us. Besides, he looked confident. He probably knew his way around the place.

"Excuse me," I called to him. He stopped and turned towards me, pointing at himself and raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you," I assured him. "You know your way around this place?"

He strolled over to us, a cocky smile on his lips.

"Yeah, I know this place like the back of my hand," he said self-confidently. "Need help finding your way around?"

"We need to know where the dorms are." I showed him our room assignments, and he nodded.

"I know where these are. Want me to show you?"

By this time, I wasn't liking the way he was looking me up and down like a piece of meat. I glared at him and said, "Just show us where the rooms are." I hoped he would take a hint, because I really didn't want to get in trouble on my first day.

No such luck. He raised his eyebrow again and smirked conceitedly. "Don't be like that," he said. "Just trying to help, babe." He smiled the smile of a guy who gets whatever girl he wants. Well, not this time.

"You've got too much charisma for your own good, kid," I said from between gritted teeth. "Your best bet is to just tell us where to go, because I really don't have the time to kick your ass right now." My hands were clenched into fists at my sides. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Kankurou and Gaara looking worriedly at me.

That bastard just looked at me and laughed. "Oh, please, you know you want me," he said smugly.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I dropped my bags to the ground and leapt for his throat. I could almost feel his neck between my hands when someone stepped in front of me. In my rage I would have gladly killed them both, but Kankurou was suddenly holding my back by the waist and as mad as I was, he wouldn't let me go. I struggled in Kankurou's arms for a moment, then tried to calm down by taking deep breaths. It took a lot of self-control, but the red haze in front of my eyes eventually faded.

When he felt me stop wiggling, he asked, "If I let you go, will you try not to murder him?" I nodded, and he released me. They were all staring at me, waiting to see what I would do. I ran my hand over my head and took another deep breath. The chauvinist pig I had jumped at was on the ground, staring at me with wide frightened eyes. He was shaking. Good.

But who was this guy who blocked me from getting my hands around his throat? I looked him over. He was pale, with shiny blue-black hair and an expression on his face much like Gaara's.

"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded rudely. He ignored my question, instead turning to the asshole.

"You should know better," he said in a flat voice. "This isn't the first attempt on your life by an angry girl. Maybe you should leave."

The Pig frowned at him and opened his mouth to say something, but shut it when he realized that the guy was right. Piggy got to his feet, dusting off his butt and trying to retain any last shred of dignity that he had left. He looked at me, and, finding nothing to say, went "Hmph," turned on his heel and walked away.

I watched him go, then looked back at New Guy. He was standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets.

"You never answered my question," I reminded him. He looked at me but didn't say anything, and he seemed as if he were waiting. I realized this and felt my face threaten to heat up with the feeling of stupidity. "I asked you who you are." I successfully pushed back the blush, looking impudently at him.

He was quiet for a moment before he said, "Uchiha Sasuke."

"Well, would you happen to know where these rooms are?" I asked, tired of the whole thing and his reluctance to speak. He nodded, and began walking off to our right.

The three of us followed him across the lawn towards another huge building, the walls covered in ivy. At the big wooden door he stopped and said, "This is the boys' dorm. You two can probably figure it out from here." Kankurou picked up both of their bags, and the two of them went in.

When they were inside, Sasuke kept walking straight until we arrived at the girls' dorm. Sitting outside on the big front porch of the dorm were three girls. The one with the long blonde ponytail hopped up and ran over to Sasuke and I.

"So this is the new girl?" she asked excitedly.

Sasuke, seeming uneasy, said, "You should be alright from here," and left in a hurry.

The blonde, seeing him go, yelled, "Sasuke! Come baaaaack!" and ran after him. Suddenly he sped up, running away as fast and as far as humanly possible. When she realized he wasn't coming back, her shoulders slumped and she walked back towards the porch. But as soon as she saw me, she perked up.

"Oh my gosh, you're the girl from Suna?" she screeched. I nodded silently. She gave an earsplitting shriek, and then began bombarding me with questions.

"You're so much prettier than I thought! Although you do look like you just got in a fight. Did you just get in a fight? With who? What's Suna like? Why are you at this school? Which room is yours?"

When she had finished she looked eagerly at me, waiting for answers to her many questions. I chose the easiest question to answer and, glancing at my papers, told her, "I'm in room four-eighteen B."

The girl clapped her hands to her mouth in shock, then grabbed me by the shoulders and screamed, "I'M in room four-eighteen! We're roommates!"

When she said that, the only coherent thought going through my head was, I'm going to need a hearing aid. She jumped around a bit more, then noticed I wasn't talking. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the porch, where the other two girls were sitting there as if this sort of thing happened every day. Of course, it probably did.

"Now, don't be shy," the hyperactive blonde told me. "I'll introduce you to my friends, 'kay?" She didn't wait for an answer.

"This is Hinata." The shy-looking one with the glossy black hair and odd silver-white eyes raised her hand and waved timidly at me.

"...And this is TenTen." The brunette with the two buns smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. I got the feeling that she wasn't exactly loving me like the hyper one was.

Blondie took my hand again and was preparing to tow me into the building when I stopped her, saying, "Um, if you don't mind me asking, who exactly are you?"

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe I didn't introduce myself, of all people!" She smacked herself in the forehead. "I'm Ino. Yamanaka Ino. And what's your name?"

I hesitated before saying, "Temari." I had a hunch that I would be hearing a certain blue-eyed blonde calling my name in that high voice of hers a lot. And I was right.

"Temari, Temari, Temari," Ino sang, grabbing one of my bags with one hand and my hand in her other. "Time to get you settled!" She pulled me into the doorway of the dorm building, Hinata and TenTen not far behind.

We piled into the elevator (it had an elevator?!) and Ino pressed the "4" button. As we went up she chattered about how much I was going to love the school and how everyone was going to love me so much. Amazing how much she could fit into the space of a minute. By the time we stopped at the door of our room, I had found out the following things:

1. The school had really good food,

2. It was extremely exciting here (in Ino's opinion), and

3. Almost every girl in the whole school was obsessed with the Sasuke guy.

Ino was still talking about Sasuke as she unlocked the door and we stepped inside. I dropped my bags on one of the twin beds inside the room and looked around, barely even listening. The room was small, but nice, and at least it had a computer. Hopefully with internet access.

My ears tuned back in as Ino was saying something about emo.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I was saying that the other guys think Sasuke's either emo or gay," she said without missing a beat.

"Is it true?"

"Of course not! If he was emo he'd cut himself and paint his nails and stuff, and I sure haven't seen any scars. And he can't be gay. He just can't. The other guys are just jealous."

I rolled my eyes at her twisted concept of "emo." "All emos don't cut themselves, Ino," I told her.

"Sure," she said, not believing me. "Anyway, I can't wait for tomorrow! Do you have your schedule? Maybe you have the same classes that I do." I held up my schedule and she snatched it out of my hand, comparing it with hers.

"Yes!" she said. "You have Gym with me. TenTen and Hinata have that class too. ...And...Home Ec? Okay. We have History together, and...music. Alright!" Ino tossed my schedule back to me. "Temari, you know what?" she said.

Sensing a set-up, I cautiously said, "What?"

"I think we're going to be really good friends!" she said, hugging me. I stood there, not hugging her back, until she squeezed harder. I put my arms loosely about her shoulders in a sad impression of a hug just to get her off of me. She accepted it and backed off, looking satisfied.

Ino grabbed a towel, said, "I'm gonna go take a shower, 'kay?" and left.

I had never believed the saying "silence is golden" as fervently as I did then.

Crossing the room to the desk against the wall, I sat down and powered up the computer. After logging on, I was overjoyed to find that there was indeed Internet on the computers. Checking my email, I was even happier to see that one was from Amaya. Amaya had been one of my few real friends back home, and the hardest thing about coming to this school had been saying goodbye to her.

The email read:

"hey tem! how's the school? is it as nice as the 'brochure of doom' said? lol but srsly, it sux w/o you. every1 is so phony, u were the only real person here. miss u like crazy. write back or the teletubbies will get you in your sleep D

luv u like a sis.

amaya-chan"

After reading the email, I was hit by a tsunami-sized wave of homesickness. I really missed Amaya, and it was so bad I wanted to curl up in a corner and cry.

But that was something I couldn't afford to do. I reminded myself that I had to be tough, and I clicked the "reply" button.

"amaya! the school's HUGE. and it's rly pretty too. plants and shit everywhere. i met some girls, but they'll never be as good as u. i miss u 2. yeah, every1 down in suna sux ass, I kno, but ur a tuff cookie. u'll find a way, u always do. write back or u'll get hit by an ice cream truck.

luv u like a brother :P jk!

temari-chan"

I shut down the computer and laid back on the bed. I was getting kind of bored, and Ino wasn't back yet, so I decided to visit my little brothers and see how they were doing.

As I left the girls dorm, I reflected back on my day. God, what a day! First the train, then the Chauvinist Pig, then Ino and Hinata and TenTen...and Sasuke. I wondered if he really was emo and gay and everything. I stopped myself, shaking my head as if to get rid of the thoughts. I refused to be a gossipmonger. If I wanted to know about Sasuke, I wouldn't get it from hearsay.

But I really wanted to know. I wanted to know why all the girls were falling over themselves because of him. I mean, he was cute...okay, he was hot. But he seemed antisocial. And I didn't think he was really emo; he was too scene to be authentic. I had known some real emos in my day, and he wasn't it. And it was definitely possible that he was gay. The way he stood...it made my gaydar go mad. And if he wasn't gay, there were definitely enough girls for him to screw a different one every night. So why didn't he?

When I got to the boys' dorm, my mind was still teeming with questions. I went to the third floor and walked down the hall, looking on both sides for Kankurou's room number. I was most worried about him. Gaara could take care of himself.

As I looked on the left side of the hallway, I saw (speak of the devil) Sasuke coming out of a room ahead. He didn't see me as he went down the intersecting hallway. I made sure he was gone, then ran lightly up to his door. Peeking in, I saw...a normal room. How anticlimactic. But then I thought about the fact that I couldn't see the whole room from the doorway. And that Sasuke probably wouldn't be back for a while. And that he'd never find out if I just riffled through his things a bit.

Smothering my last bit of conscience, I slipped into his room.

Looking around inside, I saw that it was, in fact, just a normal room after all. I sighed in disappointment and turned to leave when I saw that his computer was on. And on the moniter was his MeSpace page.

I shrugged and walked over to it. It was as good a place as any to get information on someone, right? Quickly looking over my shoulder, I sat down at the computer and scrolled down his page. Friends, posts, ads...pictures. I clicked the link and found around 200 pictures of Sasuke in various emo-looking poses. Some with eyeliner, some with faux blood. He tried way too hard. Real emos didn't have to try that hard. It just happened.

As for his comments...whoa. Most of them were from guys who wanted to "mirl" (meet in real life). And a lot of them said things that were definitely not rated PG. And...Sasuke had responded in the affirmative.

So Sasuke was the wannabe-emo gay who liked to cyber with other emo gays. Wow. Wonder what all those girls would think. Poor things, they had no idea that Sasuke would never return their advances, unless they grew a penis and dyed their hair midnight black. For some reason I found all of this unbearably funny, and I laughed out loud even though I was supposed to be sneaking.

I was still laughing when I heard a voice from the doorway say, "You aren't the maid." I turned around so fast that I almost got whiplash. Standing at the door was a tall guy, taller than me, with a spiky black ponytail. He was holding a bag of chips and looking at me with an unreadable expression.

My body froze, but my brain was working overtime. How would I get out of this one?

There were two approaches I could take. One, I could use hostility to get myself out. Or two, I could try to distract him so he wouldn't even think about the fact that I was here when I wasn't supposed to be. But the only really good way I could think of to distract him was my boobs. And there was no way in hell that I was going to actually going to try and seduce someone. I'd had enough guy trouble that morning. So, with the whole "boobs" thing out of the question, that left hostility.

That, I could do.

I strode up to the guy and got in his face (or as close as I could get to his face, he was pretty tall). Scowling in my most persuasive way, I growled, "I'm the sub," and pushed past him out of the door.

As I stalked down the hallway towards the elevator, I looked over my shoulder once. He was standing in the door, watching me leave. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I ran and I didn't stop until I got back to the girls' dorm.

And then I realized that I never did check on Kankurou. Shit.

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A/N: WOOOT! They finally meet! Not in the best circumstances, of course...but then, life isn't perfect. Okay, for all you Sasuke lovers out there, please don't kill me for making him the emo gay. I love him too, but I was listening to the Emo Kid song while writing this and I couldn't help myself. And besides that, all day at school people were talking about how emos are all suicidal and my friend and I got kinda pissed about it. Scene kids have totally screwed up the concept of emo. Anyway, enough about me. Review, please! Your nice words keep me alive. Love you all bunches!

Oh, p.s: If anyone has story suggestions, I think I could fit them in. So just lemme know if you've got something brilliant that I just HAVE to use.