Disclaimer: Don't own them. If I did, I'd try dominating the world with Anime conventions, and rally up an army to conquer the world.

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So when Ukeire came to me,

I thought nothing could be better

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Tuesday, March 15

I sighed to myself, staring at my watch. Ukeire said she would call me before I got to school, but I guess that would be a lie. I stood at the door of my apartment, and took out my key. Locking it, I walked down the hallway. I entered the elevator, and I seriously wanted to bang my head onto the wall. I didn't but you know what I mean. I got out of the elevator, and out the door.

As I checked everything I needed in my messenger bag off, in my mind, (pencils? Check. Calculator? Check. Notebooks? Check. Lunch? Check. Books? Check. Makeup that I won't wear, but I'm bringing it anyway? Check. Brush? Check. Tennis ball, and racquet, that I can hit people with? Double check. Everything else in my house? Check.) I felt my cell phone ring.

If I told you, would you listen, would've you stayed? Would've been here, forever? Never gone away- (A/n: I think this are the lyrics to Bittersweet by Within Temptation.)

I quickly picked up my phone, rushing out into my apartment's parking structure. As I crossed the street in my brand new senior uniform, I heard it: "WHOA! What a cute babe!" And I've never been so flattered, and insulted at the same time, in my life.

I came to a stop, and faced the tanned, bleached out blonde surfer boy with a glare. "What did you say, hobo?" I said slowly. Forgetting my phone in my hand, I walked up to the guy, and smiled sweetly. "Well?" he smirked at me.

"You're cute when you're angry. How about you and I go for a drink?" he said. I mentally made a note that he had the worse bedroom eyes. After establishing that in my mind, I curled my fingers into a white-knuckled fist, and slammed him with all I had.

OH MY GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST SAID THAT! I MEAN, WE'RE CUTE AND ALL, BUT STILL! I nodded with myself, my inner voice ranting about how he had such a nerve, and a big head. The guy twirled to the ground, a few teeth missing from his jaw, and I walked away. I shut my phone with a single angry whap.

Still, I shot a glance behind me, he said I was cute… I flushed. Speed walking into the parking structure, and swiftly into my car, I grabbed the pillow I stashed in the back seat, shoved my face in it, and screamed. Removing my face, I blushed again. A guy thought I was cute. A guy. A male. A boy. A man. A sperm producing sex. My face went hot, as I lowered my Honda's mirror, to look at myself.

Okay, so maybe I did like the way the senior uniform looked. It was sailor styled, with a red and black color base, with a tie with the letters, 'KH' intertwined to make my high school's logo. An ordinary skirt (hiked up a little too high, but I can blame Ukeire for that), and a too-tight shirt was basically it though.

("Ukeire! I said I wanted a LARGE! Not a SMALL!" "So? You look like a small to me! You think everything below a large is too tight!" "So?! I'm a large, with an 36A! And it's true!" "No you're not! The lady at Victoria's Secret said you're a 36C! Besides, you're tiny! You, and your dainty little feet!" "Oh, be quiet! Why did I let you buy my uniform?!" "Because I'm f-cking sexy like that!" "…" "Yeah, you know it." "Just be quiet… ugh, I got a damn headache now…" "MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: COMPLETED!")

I sighed again, and shoved the car's key into the ignition, and drove out. The blush lingered all the way until I got to school. There, it got even worse.

"/Cat whistle/ Is she new?"

"Me-ow, I want some of that."

"Dude, she's fucking HOT."

"She has pink hair…"

"Totally looks good on her."

"Doesn't someone else have pink hair at this school?"

"No way! We'd SO notice it!"

"True. Man, I'm jealous."

"Me too. Her eyes are gorgeous!"

"Are they contacts?"

"No, they can't be! They look so natural!"

"She's so pretty…"

"…not to mention hot. Growl!"

Oh my god… I walked through the hallways, feeling every single gaze on me. Feeling self-conscious, I dusted my (extremely short) skirt off, and pulled at my (overly tight) shirt. I smoothed down my hair, and went off looking for my locker.

I can't believe this… I thought frantically. I'm suddenly getting all this attention… I rounded the corner, and flushed some more. It kinda feels… good.

I tucked a piece of stray hair behind my ear, revealing my newly pierced ears. My face burned a hole through the air when a couple of boys walked by. Two of them smirked, and another walked right into the pole. He fell down with a grunt, and I giggled slightly before rushing to help him up. When I saw his face, I asked, "Lee san? Are you alright?"

Catching his eyes, he looked at me with his bug eyes, and- Oh my good lord! My eyes! MY BEAUTIFUL EYES!- … yeah, anyway, his somewhat bushy eyebrows -ARE YOU NUTS?! BUSHY DOESN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT! …were up in surprise.

Rock Lee is his name. He's a really nice guy, really he is, but his sense of style… is kinda out of whack. And I mean, REALLY out of whack. Who wears greenspandex underneath a uniform all year round? Well… two. His hero, Maito Gai (AKA Might Guy), wears the exact same thing (spandex, bowl cut, really fuzzy eye brows… green) underneath a teacher uniform.

"Why thank you, blossom." Lee said, then looked at me with odd eyes, "Hm… I'm not sure who you are. Have we met before?"

I twitched. My inner self fumed even worse. THE HELL?! I WAS YOUR SCIENCE TUTOR ALL LAST YEAR, YOU DIMWIT!

Lee san was a nice boy, even though he was a year older than me. He graduated as of last year. He was the captain of the track team, and spirit coordinator on the student council (for reasons beyond me for how 98 of the student body voted for him). Despite all of this, he was failing in Biology. And guess who was in advance Science at the time. Yeah, of course, me. So I tutored him for all of last year, and not a single word except for, 'Yeah.' or 'Huh?', or 'Thanks'. I think he's here as a teacherette (student teacher), probably for Gai sensei.

"Um… no, we haven't." I looked him in the eyes. I stuck my hand out, "I'm Haruno Sakura."

"And I am Rock Lee! I'm here as a Student Teacher for the all-youthful, most FABULOUSLY DRESSED," insert tears, "GAI SENSEI!"

"DID SOMEBODY CALL MY NAME?!"

Oh, fuck. I thought, as a blur of green and orange, and black, and red, and bowl cuts, came from the sky. I looked up, and saw a broken skylight. Oh my…

"GAI SENSEI!" Lee cried, his hands brought together into a form of admiration to the right side of face. "LEE!" Gai sensei threw his arms out. Lee ran into them as a 'manly' hug.

"Hehehe…" I laughed sheepishly, putting some of things in my locker. I thought it was cute Lee and Gai did that, but it was also… kinda creepy. I slowly made my way farther from the hugging twosome, my face towards them, my body going the opposite direction. My eyes… my perfect. GREEN. EYES! Omg! My eyes!

"What you said…" I whispered to myself. Right as I was about to turn around, I bumped into something. Hard. I fell on my butt with a thud.

"Troublesome… a new girl…" I heard a quiet, yet low, voice. I looked up, and froze. No… not this early…

It was Shikamaru. THE Shikamaru. Ino's boyfriend. That Shikamaru. The one who bullied me to no end. My eyes narrowed in fear, as I stared up at him.

He was handsome boy, I had to admit. But he was more of an ordinary handsome, rather than the cool handsome, or the mature handsome, Sa- I mean, Uchiha san, and Hyuuga san were. His pale peach skin was flawless, and his black hair was nicely kept, swung back into a spiky ponytail. Pointed eye structure, and his height also added to his charming side. I had also heard he's an extremely intellectual type of guy. He plays Shougi, and Go, and has even played in the National Championships.

My eyes sudden calmed down as I went through the many facts I knew about him in my mind. I heard a sigh, then my eyes centered onto his hand right in front of me. I sent him a questioning look from my position.

"Need help?" he said plainly. I snapped back into the situation, and ignored his hand, then got up myself.

"Uh… no thanks. I'm fine. Sorry." I said in a hurry. He did nothing, but he did eye me like I was nuts. I gathered myself up, and ran off.

"H-Hey! Wait!" he said in a slightly raised voice. I ignored the call, and kept running. He shouldn't have seen me. He's gonna tell the others. He's gonna tell them. They're gonna hurt me again. No. I won't let that happen. Clack. Skid. I ran faster, hoping I didn't drop anything.

I went through a week of transformation to get away. I'm going to a psychotherapist named Sai because of him, his friends, and his girlfriend. I was already hurt once…

Why me?

Shikamaru bent down, and picked up the black MOTOKRZR. He fingered it, and the thought, This is an expensive one… came up. He realized the girl was running away, and he tried to call for her, but she didn't listen.

He stared at the phone. Slowly, he pocketed it, and said to himself, "Troublesome…"

A girl, one he had never met in his life, had dropped her cell phone, and had to run away from him. And his gentlemanly pride wouldn't let him keep the phone, and his genius mind wouldn't rest until he knew her name.

"Ah, ah, ah…" I panted. I leaned up against the locker, and slowly breathed, in and out.

Shikamaru was going to tell his friends about me. My new look. My new clothes. My being here. He'll say I don't have glasses anymore. They're going to hunt me down. Oh no…

Sasuke's gonna see me. He's gonna see me. No, he can't! I won't let him! I want to go home! I quickly went for my pocket where I has slipped my phone into. Shock went through my mind when I felt it wasn't there.

"My phone… where's my phone?" I patted myself, looking for it. "No…" I whispered. You dropped it… my inner self said. We dropped it… in front of…

… in front of… I thought in a panic, as I sunk onto the floor, a hand on my over-sized forehead. I ran it through my pink locks, as my two minds thought:

Shikamaru.

Shikamaru walked through the hallways, his hands in his pockets. As he strolled, he touched the phone again. He was curious now. Who was that girl? Was she new, or had he just never seen her before? No, that wasn't possible. He memorized every person at this high school, and not once, didn't he know a name. From the geeks, to the jocks, he knew them all.

The girl had pink hair, and extremely bright green eyes. Pretty, really. Very exotic. Maybe she was a foreigner? Yeah, that had to be it. He had never seen anyone with pink hair, and green eyes.

But… the only other place he had seen green eyes at this high school was… he shook his head. It couldn't have been her. No, didn't that girl wear baggy clothes? Yeah, she did.

But deep inside, he knew he was just making excuses. That's when the bell rang. He whipped out his schedule, and headed off for his first period: Advanced Calculus. Oh the joy of life, and numbers. Shikamaru smirked, and walked off.

A day at Konohagakure High School was like any other high school. You got two breaks (a 30 minute one in-between third and fourth, and lunch -which is an hour- between sixth and seventh), and you had a total of eight periods. Every period was about 50 minutes long, but the highlight of every day was study hall. Yes, that's right.

Study hall was the main thing of everyday. Why? Because they were fun. The best (funny) teachers were hired specifically for these jobs. From a class for sleeping, to a class to learn about slots, it was a special class for everyone.

I sighed. Then there was me. I stared at my schedule one more time, eying the very last class on my agenda. To make things worse, it was my homeroom too…

"Art class?" I asked myself. I don't remember that listed on the elective paper. From what I can remember, I chose Photography as my class. I sighed again, and made my way through the halls. The class was in Room 13. Just my luck, it had to be a cursed number, and it was way on the other side of campus.

Our school is pretty old, maybe 70 years old, or so we're constantly renovating to keep it safe (or enough so that it looks safe). No one knows, but this one particular room never gets touched. It's as old as the school, (smells like it too) and rarely anyone uses it. Some say… it was haunted by the first principle's ghost, who also used to teach in that very room.

I shivered. Great. My homeroom was a haunted piece of junk. And this was supposed to be the greatest year of high school?

Well, it was definitely my luckiest. Not ONCE did any of the 'Populars' (aka, Ex-Best friends, and their Bfs) see me (I dodged them) in my classes, break, or lunch. Some times my luck just hated me, and would go right when I wanted it to go left. But I guess today was my lucky day.

I groaned this time, and stood still for a second. Besides being old, it was also very dysfunctional. Who would place a school on a hill, then have one single room at the bottom, hidden by trees? Apparently mine did.

Konoha was known for it's lush trees, and beautiful scenery. Including grass, flowers, and hills. Yes, the fabulous thing known as a hill. A steep one at that… with no way to get down without being late, or avoiding getting dirty… but… I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Seeing no one, I took a step back, before leaping into the air, and landing perfectly on the soil (also known as dead grass, weeds, or I'm-still-here-but-barely grass).

Room 13. It stood silently beneath the shade of the much larger trees. Light bled through the branches, and lit up the soil (or whatever I listed above), and what looked like wood chips. The building itself was older looking: it was shaped like any other class, but the mammoth windows were covered by window shields (which were rusty from age), and the door was behind a screen.

I slowly walked towards the old structure with fascination. It looked… pretty. How could it be haunted?

Once the door handle was in my reach, I quietly took a hold of it. It was slightly warm, meaning someone was already inside, and had only been in there for maybe a minute or so. After this resolution, I opened the door.

The door opened. The teen's head swiveled towards the entryway, awaiting who else was joining this hell. I gagged inwardly. It was going to be a nerd. I'm always stuck with the nerds. Or at least with someone horrible. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see them any time soon.

"Oh… wow…" someone whispered.

I cracked an eye open slightly. My eyelashes blocked a few inanimate objects from sight, but I didn't care. I switched over to the figure at the door. And for a moment, I felt like taking another second to close my eyes, and open them again.

Petite. She was small, yet tall enough to reach my chin.

Red. The apple for her cheeks were a natural flush of red.

Peach. Her lips were a delicate color of peach, with a plump lower lip.

Cream. A complexion of pale cream colored skin, with absolutely no flaws.

Pink. A long, soft-looking head of pale pink.

When his eyes hit her eyes, he stared.

They were green. Emerald green. Viridian green. Jade green. GREEN. That deep, shadowed, yet, happy, and filled with light, GREEN. They were solid, freakish, and breath-taking. A beautiful, beautiful, shade of green.

Though he was amazed, he couldn't help but feel that gut feeling he had seen those gorgeous eyes before. He felt as if he knew them very well…

I looked at all of them. My eyes looked at every single one in the eye, trying to read them, as I tried to fight my horror.

They were all here. The Populars. They were all sitting in the same class. And I had it with them.

"…Aw fuck." Ukeire slapped her forehead, running. Her bags bobbed up and down in a rush as she ran even faster when she heard the bell ring. A badge glistened, a picture of her on it.

"Crap, crap, CRAP!" she cursed to herself, as she went through the halls, and towards the room. She jumped off the hill, and towards the room. When she touched the door, she swung it open, and jumped in. "I'M NOT LATE!" Everyone practically screamed. Or maybe it was just Sakura, who was standing in the doorway… her face glaring at her. That when Ukeire realized she was sitting on the girl. "Oh… sorry."

As she got up, Sakura hissed, "What are you doing here, Ukeire?" the said girl smiled, and waved her off.

"Take a seat first, young lady!" she pushed her towards the closest seat next to a pleasantly cold looking guy who looked like he needed some pink in his life. Sakura just froze, as she let the girl push her.

After a second of trying to regain herself, Sakura asked in a whisper, "Ukeire. Answer me!" Ukeire winked, and whispered back, "You'll see."

Sakura hmph'ed. The boy next to her did nothing, except stare off into space. His girlfriend began ranting when Ukeire began putting her things on the teacher's desk.

"Hey! You're not supposed to put your things there! That meant for the teacher!" she said, sounding more snobby than she might have known. Ukeire shrugged.

"So?" she looked at the boy's girlfriend. "The teacher won't care." the other girl was about to object when Ukeire added something, an evil glint her eye. She smiled at the girl, and said something no wanted (and no one really expected of an 17 year old)...

"Who says I'm not the teacher?"

Oh yes. Ukeire IS the teacher o.o

Or is she?

Lol.

And sorry about the 'He-She' thing, but I want to keep that for the next chapter :P

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