Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. :p

Title: President Of My Fan Club

Summary: I think I have a problem. Firstly, it turns out that the president of my fan club doesn't like me at all. Not one bit. The second is that she's a money hungry girl who's making profit off of me. And the third? I think I'm falling for her. SasuSaku.

Languages I've used: English, Spanish, Korean, Russian, German, French, Traditional Chinese, Greek, Portuguese, Italian

- cominci! -

I had hoped it was a dream. But the rush of memory fell over me in my dream-like state. It had been the last day of school, March 25th, the buds of my namesake still folded in their green cocoons, hidden in the masses of viridian foliage. Like the deal went, the fan girls had kept their promise and left their raven-haired amour for the remainder of the week. It was a feat too remarkable to comprehend, seeing how obsessed they were over him.

The remembrance of his embrace flamed by cheeks. I drew the covers of my bed upwards to me, trying to hide my crimson face from the morning sunlight. Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I hadn't hugged men before. I had affectionate uncles, a father, male friends, and yes, one boyfriend who all held me tight in their arms at one time or another. However none of them had been so devastatingly good looking as Sasuke had been. (Though their personalities made up for it, unlike a certain someone.)

The few seconds of his grip around me seemed to have lingered on for endless minutes. My arm had hung loosely by my hide, and all my ears heard were the tick-tock-tick-tock of my wrist watch, a humming melody that played alongside my erratic heartbeat. I won't deny that I did enjoy the hug. After all, it isn't everyday that a handsome boy hugs you for your birthday, as mortifying as it had been. It was bad enough that everyone was watching this little scene of PDA, but the fact that Ino had practically drilled a hole into my back with her finger to make me hug him back was utter humiliation. And shame. What had I been thinking? I was his #1 fan girl, after all- I should have returned it the moment he touched me. (I really hoped no one noticed how I let go immediately after I hugged him...)

The gift was, as all things from Ino were, overly dramatic and rather unnecessary. As the other students from homeroom milled in, the blonde-haired girl had jumped around, shouting to the world that, "SAKURA-CHAN AND SASUKE-KUN JUST HUUUUUUGGED!" From the corner of my eye, I had seen her prance to Sasuke, smirking as she sang something smugly into his ear. He had merely scowled and swatted a hand at her, shooing her away.

Equally agitated was Uzumaki Naruto himself. He had been smiling when he walked in, but upon hearing the news, his face fell, the wide grin replaced with a deep frown. It didn't suit him at all. He had stared at me with a gaze that clouded with a sullen emotion I wasn't used to seeing. Moments later, when Naruto had caught my eye, he waved and laughed, covering up his chagrin with a façade.

Uzumaki Naruto, I thought, staring blankly at my ceiling, I wonder what you see in me with your eyes. I turned in my bed, the mattress shifting under my weight. On the last day, as I had approached the main gate of Konoha High School, Naruto had stopped me. He had brought me over to an area shaded by trees, not so secluded, but it was much quieter than the rain of farewells that were being exchanged on the open campus.

The blond had walked around for a few moments, pacing over the grass before approaching me. His anxiety was obvious. "I just wanted to say good-bye, so, uhh," Naruto had trailed off, pausing before sticking his hand out at me. "Good-bye?" I couldn't help laugh at him, not meanly, of course, but his actions were so like him it was amusing. I had taken his hand, my fingers wrapping around it, and I tried not to notice his face had turned a bright pink.

"And, well, umm, I also wanted to ask you something," Naruto had added, his hands now stuffed in his pockets, eyes on the floor. They had darted up to me. "That is- well, if you want to, Sakura, I mean- what I'm trying to say is, c-could we hang out over the break?" He had rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his face contorted to something like a grimace tinged with regret. It had been surprising to see Naruto so unsure of himself. I wasn't used to him without his exploding confidence and energetic attitude. However, I knew the reason why. It was a deep down gut feeling that I wished not to recognize, but I knew it was a fact: Uzumaki Naruto had a crush on me.

Me.

Not Hinata, but me.

I had to word my responses carefully. I didn't like Naruto that way, as much of a great guy he was. Not to mention he was reserved for Hinata (that is, if he ever stops being so dense.) A cheerful smile had spread across my face as I nodded. "Sure, Naruto-kun," I had said, and he immediately brightened. I had felt guilty at my next statement: "We can call all our friends and hang out at the pool or something." His face had fell, jaw slacking with shock at the misinterpretation of his words. His reply had been quick.

"That's not what I-" Naruto had cut off mid-sentence, the look of disappointment covered with a grin. "I mean, that sounds great-ttebayo!" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Naruto, but this is all I can give you. I had smiled back at him, curt, strained, before turning to leave. I had exited the main gate, walking briskly, my hand clasped tightly around the straps of my bag. And then, I had heard it: the heavy pounding of footsteps against hard concrete, approaching quickly towards my direction.

My first thought had been, "Oh no." I had turned to face him, inside begging him not to have the courage to say the unspoken words of his heart. He had been breathing heavily, cheeks flushed. Naruto had placed his hands on his knees, bent over in comical fashion to express his fatigue. He looked down at the ground, collecting his breath before speaking in a clear, yet wavering voice, "Sakura-chan, I-I have something to tell you. I like you." His bright blue eyes had traveled to my face- stunned, speechless- before cracking a nervous grin. "Surprised, eh? I bet you didn't expect such an awesome guy like me to fall for someone like you."

I couldn't help but break out in laughter at his comment. Naruto was too much of a nice guy. I had swung my bag at him playfully, and he had grabbed it with his hands before it collided with his arm. Our fingers had brushed for a moment. Startled, we had tore away from each other, his face bright red and mine pained. "Naruto," I had said gently, "I'm sorry. I really am, but I don't like you that way." It was my turn to crack a joke. I leaned over and smacked him on the arm, smirking. "An awesome guy like you doesn't deserve a person like me, ne?"

He managed to return the look, though it was weak. "Of course-ttebayo." Naruto had sighed loudly, placing his hands behind his head and looked above to the sky. "I need a girl with bigger breasts, of course" he said, grinning impishly at me. I had gasped loudly as I hit him once more, laughing. We had separated later, exchanging farewells.

Today was the first day of my second-year. April 5. Sighing, I drew the covers off of my body and got out of bed to prepare for school. Another year, I thought musingly, walking to the bathroom, I wonder what it holds...

School started the same as usual, with Kakashi-sensei late for homeroom and my friends shrieking as they caught sight of me enter the room. It was nice to be back, though the break was relaxing. I had found my place in Konoha High School. Amidst the deception of being Sasuke's fan girl and President of his fan club, the endless hours of studying and work, it was fun.

This year, our teacher's had changed completely, save Gai-sensei still being our coach for Physical Education. That man still sent shivers up my spine whenever I looked at him. (I think it was the eyebrows.) So far, the teacher's were relatively kind and friendly, though I missed some of my old teachers, like Iruka-sensei. He had taught us math first-year, and besides from being a complete pushover, his class had been fun to be in. Hinata missed English especially, since her favorite teacher had been Kurenai-sensei.

"You can always visit," Ino offered as we waited for our next class to begin- which was, ironically, English. Hinata nodded morosely as a little sigh left her mouth. The blonde's eyes lingered down at her desk before pausing, back straight with alarm. "Wait- who was teaching us English again?" We leaned over Hinata's desk, which contained the schedule for our entire homeroom class.

Three pairs of eyes stared at the name neatly printed next to ENG. 2-1: MITARASHI ANKO. Ino's screams were drowned out by a loud noise. "Helloooooo, class!" a woman's voice announced, her foot lowered from kicking the door open, "Get in your seats, pipsqueaks. We have a lot to do." She had a curvaceous figure that was accentuated by the tight black shirt and tan skirt she wore. Fishnet stockings ran mid-thigh before knee-length boots covered the rest of her legs. A light-colored trench coat topped off her outfit.

Oh my God. We were screwed. Mitarashi Anko not only had the reputation of being Konoha High's best English teacher, but also the craziest out of the staff. She was a vigorous, maniacal slave driver, as the former second-year students had described her. And we had the luck of having her for the rest of the year. I turned to Ino grimly and she mirrored my look, our faces more of someone who was going to eat their last meal than face an English teacher. But really, there was no difference.

A week passed by and Anko's class turned out to be much less dramatized than what I had expected. I had sighed in relief, as did the rest of my class, and scolded myself for falling for such ridiculous rumors. I should've known better- upperclassmen loved to terrorize the younger ones. A wry smile tugged at my lips as I stepped into English class. It was Monday, school becoming a tedium after the restful weekend. Anko leaned back in an office chair she had brought in (the regular chair was one like the student's) and had her legs propped up on the desk. Her eyes were closed, but I knew she wasn't sleeping.

The black board contained three words, written in a scrawled penmanship belonging to Anko: Read the handout. I walked over to my desk and dropped my bag next to it, plopping down into my seat. "Can you believe this?" Ino muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. I looked at her curiously. She shook her head and nudged the sheet of paper on my desk towards me. "Just read it. You'll understand then."

To: My incredibly unfortunate class of this year

From: Your kickass teacher

This handout contains everything you need to know about your first and last project of this year. Don't get so happy yet- it counts for a majority of your final grade. As you obviously know, this is English class. Next year, most of you will take the SAT and TOEFL in order to get into a college abroad. If not, you'll need this skill anyway.

The curriculum provided by the school is enough to pass these exams. However, they will not help you fully understand and speak English fluently. This project will test your knowledge of this language and provide you with the skills to become like a native English speaker. The project will require you to write various styles of literature IN ENGLISH (no, really?) and be read aloud in class. More details will be provided later. Oh, and also, you will be working with a partner of MY CHOICE. (If you ask me these stupid questions later, you will be forced to write your name out with your ass in front of the classroom. Don't waste my time. And yes, I am talking to you two- Uzumaki and Inuzuka.)

And one more thing- although it is not mandatory now, you will be required to speak only English in this classroom by next month. Failure to do so will result in cruel and unusual punishments. That is all.

LOOOOVE,

Anko-sensei :) (haha, not.)

Ino's eyes looked murderous as I caught her gaze. "It's not that bad," I offered. She grumbled and turned away from me, propping an elbow on the desk to cup her chin with her hand. Okay, maybe it was. But then again, I had passed English last year with a high average, unlike Ino who had...well, failed. Badly. I turned to Hinata, who merely stared at the sheet of paper. The dark-haired heiress had received full marks in the class. The only other ones to get a perfect score was Uchiha Sasuke and Nara Shikamaru.

I sighed and shook my head. Anko got out of her seat and pounded the blackboard with her fist, the loud noise grabbing everyone's attention. "I'm going to read the partners now. Go sit with them after they've been announced," she said. Ino clasped her hands in prayer, mouthing words silently. I smiled lightly, shaking my head. Hinata was in a similar position, though her eyes were open. I saw her mouth the word "Naruto," her hands folded in her lap, head bent.

"Suigetsu and Karin," Anko called out, almost lazily. The red-haired girl let out a shriek of protest before Suigetsu, already next to her, clasped his hand over her mouth. He grinned at her as she pushed him away. "No whining," Anko drawled, smirking, "You're stuck with them for the end of the year. Ino and Shikamaru." The blonde squealed as she got out of her seat to sit next to Shikamaru. Being a genius in everything he did, Ino would have no problem passing English this year with his help.

"Kin and Kiba. Kagura and Sai. Michiko and Gaara," Anko read the names out slowly. Hinata had her hands clasped tightly together, looking desperately at her desk. "Naruto and Hinata." She let out a small noise of surprise, cheeks red, before scurrying over to join the blond. There were only a couple of kids left without partners now, including Neji and Tenten. I suspected they were going to end up together in the project. Smiling smugly when their names were called, the couple walked over to a corner in the classroom, their cheeks slightly pink from the jeers from their peers. "Sasuke and Sakura. Tayuya and Chouji. Tohru and Lee. And, finally, Emi and Shino. That's all. Get together now," Anko finished.

She must have read wrong. She must have, or else there was no way...

I couldn't move. Not even when a shadow fell over my desk, the quiet, cold voice calling my name with annoyance. My eyes rose to meet his black ones. "Are you ready yet?" he asked, raising a brow at me, mouth turned to a frown. I smiled at him sweetly and nodded.

Ugh. This was so not the way to start the year.

This was written without much editing done, so I apologize if it sucks. I wanted to get this up soon, so it was kinda rushed. Blehhh. Anyway, yay, the second-year is finally here! They grow up so fast. *sighs* HUGS and KISSES to those of you that reviewed: Mischievous Naruto Fan, VALLED, Cady, rainbow spell, gaarasracoon, beachbabe999, LOVING YOUR STORY :D, AnimeFreak218, fumiko-chan, Spazzmatic Strawberry, Animegal9215, kerapal bubbles, Yami-Tsukiyomi, Luna Rei Harmony, pirateKitten 11893, SasoLOVE111, and Akemi Akira. Thank you guys so much! I really appreciate them! :)

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I'm relieved that you guys liked my Sasuke POV. It was strange writing like him though...I don't think I would do it again willingly. Or, at least, until much, much later. :) I hope you guys liked this chapter, so REVIEW if you did! I love you guys *heart*

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