Deidara sat on one of his suitcases and stared at Itachi Uchiha. No matter what when he arrived on campus, he always saw Itachi first. Even though they were roommates, Deidara found Itachi to be really annoying most of the time.

"I brought a carton of smokes," Itachi bragged as he unzipped his black medium-size Tumi duffel and showed Deidara the edge of the Camel "unfiltered" box. They were in Richards' lounge, waiting to get room assignments. It was just a normal common room—the meeting spot where the guys watched SportsCenter, shared sausage pizzas, and flirted with cute girls during visiting hour—but still, the lounge felt English and regal. The cream-colored plaster ceiling was fifteen feet high, with dark wooden beams, and there were comfortable, worn leather armchairs scattered all over the place. An old TV that got satellite service loomed in the corner. On the floor lay a huge, ornate Oriental carpet. Careless cigarette burn holes made the rug look even more historic.

"That'll last you about a week," Deidara scoffed, stroking his long blonde bang in his face. Itachi and Sasuke smoked like fiends. Itachi would do it right in front of Richards even though smoking was forbidden on campus, but the faculty constantly looked the other way. It might have been the Uchiha's stunning good looks—all had; deep daring onyx eyes, raven or blue black hair, fair creamy skin, athletic, lean, tall, and good cheek bones. But more likely, it was that the Uchiha's practically fund the school, were legacies, and built a wing of the building. So Itachi and Sasuke could pretty much do whatever they wanted, without getting as much as a warning.

"You bring your weird girl cream with you this year?" Itachi teased.

"It's moisturizer," Deidara clarified.

"It's moisturizer," Itachi echoed in a high-pitched tone.

So what if Deidara took good care of his skin? And liked nice clothed and shoes and liked his deep conditioned blonde hair to be just so? He liked to keep his nails clean, breath fresh, hair perfect. His less-clean friends busted him to no end. But so what?

"Who do you think they're gonna room us with?" Itachi asked running his fingers through his hair.

"Don't know. Maybe Hiro. Unless he gets a single again." (Hirofumi Nonaka is from DearS-total playboy). Hiro's dad invented the soft contact lens and openly used his wealth as leverage to his son's advantage. A majority of the parents bribed the school, but it was always secret.

Itachi snickered, he and Hiro used to be close until he saw him as competition for the ladies.

"Maybe we'll get stuck with my brother." They burst out laughing.

"Nah—but I swear if we get Hiro…" muttered Deidara. Just the sound of that name Hiro Nonaka made his blood curdle.

"So how's Kenko?" Itachi recited in a shy voice. She and Deidara met at a party in Boston.

Deidara sighed and stretched his arm. Last April he had started going out with Kenko Wood, who went to Millbrook Academy, after Hiro stole his old girlfriend Kia from him. Kia was the twin of Lira, Itachi's main girl. Both were the daughters of Orochimaru.

"We broke up two weeks ago."

"No shit, you cheat?"

"Nah."

"What then?"

Deidara shrugged. They'd broken up, because he never got over Kia. He and Kenko were on the Harwich main beach in Cape Cod making out; he accidentally called out Kia's name. Oops. Kenko pulled up her bikini top and ran away crying and wouldn't accept any of his calls.

"Well, Lira loves it when I call out other girls' name. She likes to fight for my attention."

Itachi rubbed the back of his neck and looked as if he were reminiscing.

"Whose stuff is that?" Itachi said as he plopped onto one of the couches. There was a whole pile of boxes and red, white, black stripped suitcases, that didn't have an owner yet. Everyone else took their things.

Hiro came in also wearing prep ware. His face in its usual smirk and his neck length brown hair shining. He sat on the couch next to Itachi's. The room was silent. Deidara finally shrugged.

"Don't know." Hiro looked at one of the tags.

"Ino Yamanaka…the Ino Yamanaka?" Hiro's voice was its usual sultry tone. Itachi sat up and Deidara yawned.

"Yo Deidara, Ino's in this dorm! She's hot and wild…nice."

"I sat next to her on the train she's cool." Said Deidara.

"Yup, she's a cutie. Articles say she's a boozer though." All three nodded to Hiro's comment.

Ino walked in slowly and looked around. Itachi sat up again and cleared his throat. Hiro stood up and Deidara turned to face her.

She stood there looking glamorous as her eyes met with the boys.

"Um, excuse me." She walked to her things and put her duffel and Samsonite down. She rummaged through on of the stripped suitcases and pulled a box of Salem cigarettes.

"Yes," she said quietly. She sniffed them and stuffed the carton into her duffel. She turned around and hugged Deidara.

"Hey, Deidara."

They broke apart and he gave her a smile.

"They have you down as a boy?" he asked. She shook her head and plopped down next to Itachi.

"No, they just sent my things to the wrong dorm." The three boys nodded. Itachi every now and then stared at her chest chewing on a toothpick. Deidara could just tell what Itachi was thinking: with big tits like those you certainly aren't a guy. For Hiro he could tell also: what a beautiful girl. I wonder if she would enjoy my, um…coffee. His friends annoyed him sometimes.

"I'm Itachi Uchiha." He seductively held his hand out.

"Ino Yamanaka." She shook his hand blushing at how handsome he was. Of the seven boys milling around the lounge, she was with the three hottest. Deidara was gorgeous, with his flawless skin, perfect gold hair, and long eyelashes, but he was almost as pretty as she was. LoL! Ino liked boys a bit messier and rougher, for they were usually good in bed. Like Itachi and Hiro. Itachi had long black hair pulled into a loose ponytail with a few strands in the front, nice creamy skin, hypnotizing eyes, and a gradulant smile. He had on a yellow dress shirt, with the yellow and cream prep vest over it, with black skinny jeans(boy version). Hiro had the same outfit except his was blue. He had neck length gleaming brown hair, nice cheekbones, fair complexion sort of tanned, and he looked so hot. He would glance over at her smirking ever so often.

"I'm just supposed to wait here until someone helps me lug all this stuff to my room." She looked at Hiro with interest and he could feel it. Ino loved the chase, but she was also craving Itachi's attention.

"So, hang out with us." Hiro finally spoke. She nodded and Itachi sent him a glare.

"So, Ino papers say you're pretty wild." He whipped a blueberry out his pocket.

"I'm corrupt, I guess. Me and brother just paint the city red." They all nodded. She sighed and fidgeted with her top, sitting next to Itachi was difficult.

"So um, you guys have to hang out in the lobby before your assigned your rooms?" Itachi grinned at her.

"Nah. We're just screw-ups, so we're stuck here until they tell us where to go." Deidara shook his head.

"Don't listen to Uchiha, the Leaf teachers are just assholes."

Ino giggled and Hiro turned his head in her direction. He smiled at her.

"So Ino, do you enjoy…coffee?" She nodded.

"Best thing to help me get over my hangovers before I go to my guidance counselor."

Itachi snickered. "Guidance counselor."

"Yea, she blamed my endless partying and well—dating—methods on low self esteem. I just to the courses to get out of class. Plus her and the magazines make me feel special."

"You a junior right?" She nodded. Hiro could always tell.

The boys laughed at her. Ino caught Itachi staring at her chest.

"Is something wrong, Itachi?"

He smiled wryly, and then cocked his head. "You're very pretty you know that?" He twirled a strand of her hair on his finger. She played with her fingers.

"Thanks."

Hiro scoffed. "Still, using that lame line Uchiha." Ino was in love with Hiro, he didn't force himself on her, and he took his time.

"Shut up coffee man." His attention returned to Ino. He pushed his blueberry back in his pocket and stood up. Then he stripped off his shirts and rubbed his knuckles against his tanned muscular torso. She was amazed. He looked down at her, smirking.

"You wanna feel?" She nodded slowly and he took her hand. He guided her beautiful fingers against his smooth body. She felt as if her mouth would drool. She withdrew her hand and choked out a chuckle, blushing crimson red. Itachi wheeled around and found a fluffy white towel in his duffel bag.

"I'm gonna take a shower wanna come?"

"Ahh…"

"Inappropriate," said Deidara shaking his head. Itachi left the room.

Hiro sat next to Ino and stretched one arm over her side of the couch.

"So there's a party in this lounge tonight. Maybe you wanna come?" Hiro stated smoothly, giving her his sexual look.

"A party. Good thing I brought like 4 bottles of vodka, man." Hiro chuckled and Deidara smirked.

"I mean it's gonna be casual so just stay in this outfit. It's a one person verbal invitation so don't bring someone else." She nodded smiling and bit her lip. She found herself tied between two irresistible guys. She noticed Hiro had his dress shirt open at the neck revealing a silver rope chain. His hair was also feathered and layered and his eyes were brown and gold flecked. Hiro really likes Ino. She wasn't like the other Fair Isle sweater, Gucci sunglasses, Barbie-goes-to-boarding-school Leaf girls who took it all for granted. Like sure she was rich and famous, wild and promiscuous, but there was still some innocence in her. She was so real and easy to talk to. Now all he had to do is keep her away from the Uchiha's, Sasuke and Itachi and he would be fine.