Sorry this took so long. I was supposed to have it up the day after I uploaded the new Under the Heir chapter. Enjoy!


And the sun has fallen

And the backbeat's telling truths

That you want to hear

And you want to hear again


It was lunch and Sakura was in the cafeteria, playing a third wheel to Naruto and Hinata.

She only had one class for today—an elective called Publicity Techniques at 9:00 in the morning and she had upset her to have to get up so early in the morning for just the one class she had today.

Luckily, Naruto was in the same class as her while Sasuke had chosen a different elective course. After their class, Naruto invited her to have lunch with him and Hinata and Sakura couldn't see a reason why she couldn't tag along.

Over her meal, she watched the two lovebirds charming the crap out of each other with their googly eyes and their entwined fingers.

Sakura had been just as in love as they were once. Over a year ago, she was in a relationship with Uchiha Sasuke. They spent a lot of time together in his room when Naruto was out with volleyball friends.

Sometimes, Sasuke would take her out of town or just ask her to come with him on a road trip that usually ends up in some motel or sometimes at the Hokage's cliff where they would drink beer and fool around.

Her love life was almost perfect. Almost. In campus, their relationship was practically invisible. He would only hold her hand under the lunch table. It was hard to coax him in public when he was pissed because he would only give her the cold shoulder when she tried to be sweet with him.

Little by little, Sakura started to notice what was wrong with the relationship than to cherish what was there until she finally spoke out.

They broke up midway in their third year of college. Whether it was Sasuke who had completely blocked her out or Sakura who had given up, she wasn't so sure anymore and she didn't care to find out.

Naruto brought a small piece of cake to the raven's lips. Before Hinata could even take it in her mouth, her pale eyes went over to Sakura's and she instantly tensed at the attention.

"I'm sorry," the pinkette said before concentrating on her lunch.

Hinata pulled away from the blond grasp. "It's okay, Sakura-san. I'm sorry… This must make you feel uncomfortable."

"Are you kidding? I feel like I'm the one making you uncomfortable," she huffed.

"N-No, you're not," said the Hyuuga as she took the fork from Naruto's hands and ate the cake herself. "So, how is your first week of classes?"

In the back of Sakura's mind, her inner self groaned at the thought of the first day of her last year in the university. She didn't show up in class having woken up some hours later after the class started.

"I'm doing well," she said in a nonchalant tone. "Film was nice but I guess Naruto told you all about it. Sasuke had to move to another seat because your man practically peed his pants when Dr. Jiraiya introduced himself in front of class."

Hinata giggled while Naruto's cheeks were tinted pink.

"You haven't watched any of his films yet," protested the blond.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "If they're anything like the books he writes, I don't think I want to. What about you, Hinata? How's vet for you?"

"Really good but microbiology is so much harder that it looks," Hinata sighed. "But I have a classmate, Shino, who is helping me out. Oh, I have to meet him at the library today. Naruto-kun, I have to go."

"What? Now?" Groaned the blond. "Okay then. Text me when you get to the library, okay?"

Hinata grabbed her backpack as she got up from her seat before she dipped down and planted a quick kiss on Naruto's lip.

"Bye, Sakura-san," said the raven. "See you soon!"

Sakura watched Naruto watch the woman gracefully turn away and head for the exit of the cafeteria. He smiled to himself and Sakura was itching to tease her friend but she decided against it and moved on to discuss a more important topic.

"Hey, Naruto, you sent the questionnaire to Kakashi-sensei last night, right?" The blond nodded. "Did he say how long it was going to take until he would send it back?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. He said he was going to send it back on Saturday."

"Saturday, huh," she said as if she were speaking with herself. "Well, that should give me plenty of time to do some advanced reading on Friday. Let's meet Saturday after your 12pm. But anyway, are you doing anything else today?"

"Nah," he said. "I didn't know Hinata was going to meet with her friend so I assumed we were gonna hang the whole day. But since she's busy, you wanna go back to the room and watch a movie? I just downloaded a torrent of Dawn of Justice and Clockwork Orange."

Sakura smiled. "Clockwork Orange sounds good."

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"Holy shit, man," she groaned, gesturing at the television screen. "Just let them leave. How many more rounds can this guy possibly go?"

Both their eyes were transfixed on the vivid colors of the movie Clockwork Orange while they were seated on the space on the floor between Sasuke and Naruto's beds. The lights were out.

They were on the scene when the protagonist was having a threesome with two women.

Naruto laughed quietly. "Gotta say, I envy the reboot time. The guy can go for hours and I don't think he's running out of semen just yet."

Sakura passed him the can of Pringles with her clean hand but Naruto declined before sticking his hand into his bag of Cheetos.

"So," she started absentmindedly. "Did you and Hinata do the nasty yet?"

The blond almost choked on the last handful of chips he stuffed in his mouth and she snatched the remote from the edge of the bed and hit pause before she assisted her friend by handing him her water bottle.

Naruto took it and chugged the whole thing.

"God dammit, Sakura-chan," he said after catching his breath. "Don't ask questions like that out of nowhere!"

Sakura laughed. "I'm sorry, okay? I was just curious. We did just watch a sex scene so the thought just crossed my mind. Wait, hold that thought."

Her phone, which she placed on Naruto's side table, vibrated twice and she retrieved and unlocked it with one hand.

From: Deidara
Received: 14:21
Message: Hey.

Deidara hadn't contacted her ever since she arrived home at the dorm after their date last Sunday. Yeah, she was itching to text him to ask how he was or whatever but she didn't want to bother him. And she was too busy.

He had been the first guy she went out with after her breakup with Sasuke and she was so afraid of so many things.

But at least now she wasn't worrying about Deidara losing interest in her.

Maybe he'd seen other women when he wasn't texting her and they decided to ditch him so he was going to her for rebound. Maybe he texted her because he felt guilty for not reaching her?

Whatever it was didn't matter because she felt relieved that he'd finally texted her again.

To: Deidara
Sent: 14:22
Message: Hey

"Who is it?" Asked the blond as he pounded his chest with a balled fist.

Sakura shook her head. "Just a classmate from another class. So, you haven't answered the question just yet. Did you and Hinata do the dance without the pants?"

Just as soon as Sakura asked the question, the door opened and Ssauke stood in the doorway, looking at the two of them with both intrigue and annoyance. Of course, annoyance was an emotion easy enough to detect on the Uchiha's face.

The slightly raised eyebrow, however, was a dead giveaway of his curiosity. He might as well have asked them "What the hell is going on?"

"Movie?" Sakura asked with faux sweetness, patting the space next to her.

Her phone vibrated again but she schooled her expression when she opened her phone.

From: Deidara
Received: 14:22
Message: Go out with me Saturday?

Sakura put her phone away and focused on her ex-boyfriend who was still standing in the doorway. She wasn't sure why but all Sasuke's messages asking her out and all his naughty whispering suddenly rushed back to her.

Sasuke closed the door behind him but didn't join them on the floor. Instead, he seated himself on the edge of his bed.

"Clockwork Orange," he stated in a matter-of-factly tone. "Watched it already but don't let me get in the way. I just have to get an article done."

Naruto shrugged and pressed play on the movie while Sakura opened her phone and kept it out of Sasuke's line of sight (not that he would even care) and composed her reply to Deidara's text message.

To: Deidara
Sent: 14:27
Message: I can't go out on Saturday. Busy. Next time, okay?


Deidara was hoping he could get a little distraction this coming Saturday.

His Saturdays were only scheduled with project consultation and so far, he was doing great with his project and he didn't need his professor to criticize it. Not yet. Not when he was so inspired to do it. His professor could at least let him finish it before pointing out all the flaws.

Today was his free day and he decided to spend the morning molding the clay for his sculpture before his alarm rang and reminded him to finish his mixes for his gigs.

Then he realized if was looking to date Sakura, he was going to need another source of income than the Valkyrie.

But of course, that wasn't guaranteed just yet.

Sakura was the first in a long line of women that he had asked on a second date just because he didn't get to nail her on the first. Sex was off the table. He was just genuinely curious about her.

During the last few days, he had been busy with his classes and his sculpting project for his final.

He hadn't completely forgotten about her during the time. In fact, a part of him hoped that she would text him first but after not hearing from her for the third day in a row, Deidara was frantic.

Deidara hardly got any sleep last night, wondering how he could see her again.

He didn't even know what she did. Was she a waitress? Did she work in some fancy company? Did Sakura even work? Was she a student like him?

His only free time this week was Saturday since he had classes at lunch hours and had a few gigs later in the evening.

If she said no or said she already had plans this coming Saturday, then he was going to take it as a sign that it simply wasn't meant to be with this girl.

From: Sakura
Received: 14:27
Message: I can't go out on Saturday. Busy. Next time, okay?

Okay, now he was torn. He told himself he was going to let it go if she declined. But she was hoping to see him after all.

"Hey," a voice said from behind him, making him almost jump out of his skin.

He turned around and found Sasori who he'd been friends with since sophomore year sitting on the window sill that led to an emergency fire exit. Between his fingers was a roll of paper whose smoke was thicker than that of a cigarette's.

In the middle of editing his music, he received a text from the redhead who was looking for a place to hang since his classes had just ended.

At first, Deidara thought it would be a good idea to have the company of a fellow art student and fellow talent at Akatsuki Productions. It would be nice to exchange artistic views and all.

However, he instantly regret his decision when he opened the door to a red-eyed Sasori.

"Asshole," sneered Deidara. He put his phone next to his laptop before he pushed the computer chair from the desk to allow himself room to get up. "You smoke that shit out of here, yeah."

His friend was high and the blond was almost tempted to push the guy off of the sill and confine him to the fire exit. But there was a police station across the street and he doubted Sasori would put out the joint and waste a good stick.

"But there's a guy downstairs," he said, almost in a dazy voice. "I think he saw me."

Deidara cursed under his breath and pulled Sasori away from the window and shut it. "Just smoke it in the bathroom and fucking suffocate to death. I don't want my place smelling like marijuana."

"What's your problem," asked Sasori, wading through the living room. "It's not like you haven't smoked this shit before."

"I stopped smoking joint and cigarettes and whatever it is there is to smoke, okay?" he said before resuming his work. "Besides, I wouldn't smoke in here if I were you. Neighbors are snitches, yeah. If you wanna finish that shit, do it in the bathroom or you're out."

"Whatever."


She and Ino barely saw each other in their dorm room this week.

While Sakura had been busy with her Communication workload and buddies, Ino was busy balancing her academics and her social life just as Sakura suspected she would be doing.

Some nights, Sakura would arrive in the dorm where Ino was just getting ready to turn in for the day if she wasn't already asleep. One time, it was the other way around. The other nights, there would only be a note behind the door where they hung their jackets saying "Out Partying. See you in the morning!"

But they never did see each other in the morning.

Sakura's normal routine was to get to bed early and wake up at 3:00 in the morning to study in the Concentration Zone in their dorm which was empty around those hours. By that hour, her best friend had already arrived and was out cold under her sheets.

After Sakura accomplished all she had to, she would return to the dorm only to find Ino already on her way to the bathroom or to class.

It was a Sunday evening and Sakura had just come back from Naruto and Sasuke's room after two whole days of research and revisions. Their adviser had just approved their survey questions and Naruto and Sasuke were tasked to visit all three production studios this week.

Ino was blasting The 1975 on her laptop. She was in a tank top and pajama shorts while Sakura wore denim jeans and a soft green shirt.

The blonde practically ran to her and threw herself to her best friend.

"Forehead!" Ino exclaimed. "I missed you so much! Man, I have never missed you this bad."

Sakura wriggled out of Ino's arms. "Missed you too, Ino."

"Whatevs," she said before flopping down on her mattress. "So I went back to the Valkyrie this week. Tuesday, I think. I was expecting to see your beau there but he wasn't."

"Maybe he's only scheduled on weekends?" Said Sakura with an unsure shrug. "I don't know."

Ino raised a brow. "Waddaya mean you don't know? I mean, you are dating, right?"

Sakura shrugged again. "I just didn't hear from him this week. Deidara did text me last Thursday. He asked me out but I was busy yesterday so—"

"What did you tell him?" the blonde said, her voice raised in alarm. She propped herself on an elbow and looked at Sakura seriously.

"I told him I was busy but I did tell him we could go out some other time."

"What did he say about that?" asked the blonde quietly.

Another shrug. "I don't know. He didn't really reply."

Her roommate groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm. Sakura ignored the reaction and proceeded to retrieve her towel from her cabinet. She'd yet to take a bath today and after a whole day on Naruto's bed, she was more than excited for a good bath.

Now that she thought of it, Deidara never did reply. Maybe he'd lost interest? Or maybe he was discouraged by such a casual no from her?

It wasn't that it didn't bother her. She just wouldn't let it. Deidara was probably the first in the long line of men she'd have to go through again to find the right one.

Or maybe he could be the one.

"You blew it," groaned Ino, tapping the spacebar on her laptop. The music stopped. "You had a perfectly great guy and from what you told me, it sounded like he was trying to get into more than your pants."

Sakura unintentionally slammed her cabinet door. "Well, what was I supposed to do? Ditch the biggest paper of my education to go out with a DJ I barely even know?"

The blonde didn't dignify the question with even a sound and Sakura left for the bathrooms in peace.

There weren't a lot of people inside the shower rooms. One two cubicles were taken and by the time she'd placed her shower caddy on the hook, the other person had gotten out, leaving her alone with whoever was left.

She hadn't even pulled her shirt off yet when she heard a sound from somewhere else in the bathroom.

First there was heavy breathing and sighing. And then there was the familiar sound of skin on skin. Whoever was left in here must have thought they were alone. Obviously, there was more than one other person left with her since she two individuals panting.

Normally, Sakura wouldn't be fazed by this. This wasn't the first time in her four years of college that she walked in on people having sex. In fact, she'd walked in on stranger places to have sex in.

Truth be told, she was a little turned on right now but not too bad that she had to take care of it. Yeah, sure, she missed sex but Sakura never actually tried to pleasure herself. Well, not since she started dating Sasuke, at least.

But what she heard next was enough for her to grab her shower caddy and run quietly for the hills like some ninja assassin.

"N-Naruto-kun," she heard the woman mewl.

Her eyes widened and she froze on the spot. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to stay for the whole audio broadcast but her instincts nudged her to grab her stuff and tiptoe the fuck out of the bathroom.

It had barely been three minutes since she left the room.

When she returned, Ino had resumed her The 1975 session with her nose buried in some medical book.

Blue eyes rose from the pages of the book and looked at Sakura menacingly.

"So you finally realize that you were actually wrong beca—"

The pinkette interrupted her best friend. "Hinata and Naruto are having sex in the shower room."

"The fuck?!"

Ino jolted out of bed, practically pushing Sakura from the doorway as she made a quick beeline to the shower. Sakura watched from the inside of the room as Ino stepped carefully into the shower rooms.

Seconds later, the blonde ran for their room and shut the door behind her.

"Well?" whispered Sakura.

Ino nodded frantically. "Yup, that's Hinata alright. But we can't be too sure about Naruto."

"As if Hinata would let another guy do what's being done to her," said Sakura incredibly. "Plus, we've got one other way of confirming whether it is Naruto. Give me a minute."

The pinkette rushed to her bedside table and grabbed her phone.

"You're not—"

Sakura interrupted her roomie. "We have to know."

To: Uchiha Sasuke
Sent: 19:55
Message: Hey. Got bad reception? I've been calling. Ask Naruto if he still has my flash drive.

From: Uchiha Sasuke
Received: 19:56
Message: He's out.

To: Uchiha Sasuke
Sent: 19:56
Message: Know where? Kind of important. Gotta find him.

From: Uchiha Sasuke
Received: 19:57
Message: Hinata's room. Where else?

Ino and Sakura's jaws dropped to the floor. Slowly, they turned to each other in awe. Neither of them could speak.

All these years, they knew Hinata was the kind and sweet girl from across the hall. She wouldn't hurt a fly. And while every other man was fantasizing about her and her very impressive chest, neither Sakura nor Ino ever thought of her like that.

Of course, Sakura wouldn't. But Ino. Ino's libido was stimulated by both genders but because Hinata was so sweet, Sakura never heard the blonde talk about the Hyuuga that way.

"Well," sighed Sakura. "Naruto never did answer my question. I asked him if he'd already—you know—did it with her. Sasuke came in before the moron could answer but I don't think he planned on telling me."

The blonde ran her hands through her hair. "Hinata-chan. Not sweet Hinata-chan. My god, how could Naruto defile her like that?!"

"You're just mad because you didn't get to ever picture her naked."

"Damn right, I am!"


He wanted to see Sakura last Saturday in hopes that it might actually inspire him to continue working on his final piece yesterday. But since she was unavailable, the clay of the sculpture in the corner of his apartment already hardened.

Four days. That's how long Sakura could inspire him without actually talking to him.

Was it weird that he was actually able to measure just how much someone inspired him?

Sakura was a natural mystery and pink was a color he could barely use in his drawings and paintings. But ever since he met her, all his submitted art pieces were subtly touched with pink.

But he couldn't carry over his fascination with Sakura to his final piece and it tore him to not know why.

Perhaps he had to see her again.

It was an easy drive from his apartment to campus though he was still half an hour late for class. Stupid alarm. Because he woke up late, he threw on the first things he pulled from his dresser which happened to be a blue shirt and black denims.

By the time he'd slid the door open, the class had already begun. The students were all pulling out their notebooks while the professor was talking to a pink-haired student in front of class who looked a lot like—

Wait a minute.

Just as he stopped to take a good look at the student in front, the professor noticed him.

"Ah, you!" Their instructor said, pointing his finger at him. "Yes, you, late guy! I was just about to discuss a paper with the class. The activity will require a partner. Since everyone's already paired up, you two latecomers can mate and produce an insightful paper."

Sakura looked up from the professor and her jaw practically fell to the floor as she gave him a look just as disbelieving as the look he was throwing her.

She was wearing a black shirt over dark skinny jeans while a hoodie was draped over her shoulder. Her hair was tied in a ponytail carelessly.

The professor nudged Sakura to move to the aisle and approach him and she did as she was instructed. She walked up the aisle and he allowed her to squeeze into the row he was about to sit in.

He liked sitting by the aisle.

He dropped his bag under the table and watched her do the same from the corner of his eye.

Slowly, he leaned to his side and whispered. "Hey," before he sat back up.

"Hey," she said quietly.

When he looked at her, Sakura was slipping on the hoodie. By the time she'd put it on her ponytail was a mess and she pulled the hair tie from her easily identifiable pink locks.

"I didn't see you last week," said the blonde.

"Stupid alarm didn't wake me up right," she groaned while rolling her eyes. "Do you have any notes on the lecture last week? Or can you catch me up? Anything?"

Deidara swallowed the hard lump in his throat before he answered sheepishly. "I wasn't really paying attention last week."

"That's okay," she said.

He watched as his new partner bent down and reached for her bag to pull out a thick ass notebook and a pencil case filled with colored pens and tiny Post-It pads.

"We'll catch up later," she said, flipping through the pages of her notebook. "You don't mind if I take notes, right?

Deidara subtly raised his hands. "By all means, yeah."

A few minutes after Sakura started focusing on the lecture, Deidara had pulled his laptop from his backpack along with a set of wireless earphones. He only had to pass this class.

It didn't really matter to him if he learned anything in Philosophy or not. Usually, for minor subjects, he used the time to design or sketch out his prospect for a sculpture or edit music.

Unless the professor says the quizzes are a significant part of the grade, he just borrowed—or secretly borrowed—his classmate's notes and studied the night before. It worked well for him. He was graduating, wasn't he?

Every now and then, Sakura would raise a question and he would spare her a very intrigued look which she was too busy to notice.

It was strange. Two years as a DJ at the Valkyrie and he never met the women he flirted with inside the campus. Save for the one woman he once saw at the courtyard of the university a few weeks after their encounter, that was it.

He never saw them outside of their short skirts and heavy makeup and intoxicated state.

Deidara had already seen the woman beside him without alcohol. She was bold but at the same time very careful. Sakura was amazing when drunk and even more amazing with sober.

This was the first time he had ever seen her without makeup and she was still stunning. It was in her smile.

And for some reason, Classroom Sakura reminded him a lot of Hermoine from those Harry Potter movies. With or without credit, she was going to ask and answer a lot of questions.

It couldn't be just so the professor remembers her, he knew. She had pink hair. Anyone would remember the girl with pink hair in their class even if she didn't do much talking.

The Sakura sitting beside him right now was a student in all sense. Her attention could not be pulled from the lesson even though he accidentally turned off his earphones and his laptop blasted loud music for a good four seconds.

Everyone in the room turned to him. Everyone except the professor and Sakura.

After the professor dismissed them, Deidara shut his laptop and slid it into his pack while Sakura closed her notebook and pulled her bag from under the table.

"What's your hurry?" Deidara said with a chuckle.

"Nothing," she said with a smile. "I'm just used to running out of the classroom first. Saves a lot of time. Plus, I have a major subject at 3 p.m. so I have to get lunch… Well, brunch. Wanna get something to eat?"

He smirked. "I've got a 12 p.m. major so… Brunch sounds good."


It was all so surreal for Sakura.

Just last night, she had been so worried that she might actually have blown it and now, across the lunch table at the Liberal Arts building was Deidara.

On their way down the building, they discovered that they've both been going to the same university for four years though he arrived in the university a year earlier than she did.

Apparently, he failed some pre-requisite major subject during his first year and was held back ever since.

"What are you taking up, anyway?" asked the blonde as he unwrapped the cheap burger he bought.

Sakura shrugged. "Communication Arts."

"Ah yes," he said, resting his elbows on the table and leaning in with a smug look. "You artsy people with your cinematography and your Spoken Word Poetry. You're the crowd at indie music festivals."

"Screw you and screw that stereotype," she retorted as she rolled her eyes at him. Deidara laughed. "What about you, huh?"

"Fine Arts," he said, suppressing a chuckle. "Sculpting to be precise, yeah."

This time, it was her turn to smirk as she spoke. "Ah, you artsy people with your Picasso and your Da Vinci and your Venus de Milo."

He raised a brow at her but innocently looked away when he threw her a mean look. Instead of entertaining it, he merely took a bit out of the burger and drummed the fingers of his free hand on the table.

Sakura raised her brow. "What?"

"Venus de Milo's the only sculpture you know, huh?" he said as he failed to hide his smirk.

She huffed. "For your information, I know plenty of sculptures. I just thought saying Venus de Milo would make me sound, you know, snotty like you art majors. And yes, that's what everyone in campus thinks about you guys."

He shrugged. "Screw the stereotype."

Sakura opened the plastic container which held her pesto pasta brunch and started digging in immediately. She didn't at all mind that Deidara was looking. Let him watch her eat!

As they did during their midnight coffee at the business district, they kept exchanging each other questions and stories. Only this time, it felt a little bit more open and honest.

Maybe it was because she didn't know he was a student too.

"The Viper?" he said with a twisted grimace. "We've only been there once. After the owner creeped the hell out of my classmate, we never went back. There are a lot of other drinking places around. Have you tried Miss Marta's?"

The last of the pasta was finished and she threw the disposable fork into the plastic container before closing it.

"Yeah but it's too far away from the dorm so we hardly ever drink there," she said before taking a sip of her iced tea.

"Too far away from the dorms and I met you at Valkyrie. Wait, you stay at the dormitories?"

"Yeah. Me and Ino. You remember her right?"

He laughed. "Yeah, I do. The blonde girl, right? She's a party animal. I recognize her. I've seen her throw up somewhere in the club once or twice. I don't know. But I've seen her."

"So what about you? Where do you stay?"

"My apartment," he answered. "Not far from here, yeah. I got the place to myself."

It was weird seeing him like this. After meeting him at a club and seeing him perform as a DJ, Omphalos University was the last place she ever thought she would see him again. In fact, she didn't think she was going to see him at all anymore.

She watched him rock his chair and was trying her best not to get him to sit still so she could take a good look at him because she still wasn't believing her eyes.

Sakura then remembered the paper and opened her notebook.

"So when do you wanna do it?"

Deidara almost missed his timing to pull his chair back to the table and nearly fell. Sakura shrieked but her hands were quick enough to cover her mouth so she'd muffled it.

When he finally regained balance, he shot her a puzzled look. "Do what exactly?"

It dawned on her that they were talking about his apartment when she asked him when he wanted to do it without specifying that it was an insightful philosophical paper due next week.

"The paper," she said. "You know? The one Prof. Ebisu paired us for?"

"Oh, that," he said with a relief before he looked off in the distance with an analytic look in his eye. "It's due next week, right? I was thinking we could just wing it and do it on Saturday or Sunday."

Okay, wing it. She repeated it to herself.

Sakura was as studious as scholars got. She valued her education because she knew she lacked talent. She didn't know how to sing or dance or play any sports so what she lacked everywhere else, she more than made up for with her intellect.

Usually, if she was paired or grouped with strangers, she was the one to take the lead. If others refused to follow, she left out their names in the final output. Sakura was the kind of student hated most by Ino.

Probably by Deidara too.

"Okay, then" she said pursing her lips as she noted it on top of the page where she'd written down the lecture for today. "Wing. It. On. Sunday. I'll probably just send you some links you can read from."

Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

From: Yamanaka Oink-oink
Received: 11:35
Message: EMERGENCY! 12pm deadline! I forgot to send my quiz! In my laptop! PW: rapunz3L Filename: "Screw this paper im done FINAL" thanks mwa

"Well," she said, sliding all her stuff into her pack and stood from her seat. "Ino needs me to save her ass again. I'm sorry I have to leave a little early."

Deidara checked his phone for the time before he got up and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"No big deal," he said. "Class is in half an hour, anyway. It's a long walk from here to the Fine Arts building, yeah. Nice seeing you today, by the way. I'll just text you, I guess."

She smiled. "Or I can text you. Whichever works. See you!"


So they finally met!

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