Interlude

Sakura stared at the mess hall. The mess hall was, well, a big hall with enough lightings to qualify it as a giant photo studio. The girls looked around; when did so many people appear all of a sudden?

After a while of moving forward, they got their turn to pick their lunch. The pinkette tsked at the food choice but picked out a milk carton, salad and a turkey sandwich anyways. She glanced back and took a jumbo choc chip cookie as well.

"This is weird," Ino commented as she looked around for a spot to sit. Sakura couldn't agree any less. Temari just glared at whomever she could.

"…maybe we could go outside and eat…?" Hinata said as she inched away from the people rushing for their food.

"No need, Hinata. First day here, so we should just try and find a spot inside, I guess,"

"What about the horde of girls over there? We could just pick them off, one by one,"

"Temari, we're not bullies,"

"Point taken, but we could always use my idea if we get desperate, care-bear,"

"We're not desp-" Karin stopped as a loud whistle grabbed their attention. And look at that; it was Suigetsu and Kiba, standing side-by-side and waving at the group. Karin smacked her head sideways on a nearby wall as she sighed dramatically. The others weren't as much perturbed though Ino seemed to have vanished she was nowhere to be seen.

Meanwhile, Ino stared at the sky as she leaned onto the windowsill. The blonde had already seen the boys and made her escape before the dog could see her as well. Too bad she couldn't take Karin with her or else Karin's food would've splat on her face, what with the super-speed and all.

Ino herself was only having a sandwich and a juice box; as much as she'd like to hog, her stomach didn't allow her the pleasure. The extra food would be eliminated and that would be through puking which Ino didn't want to do, of course.

She sighed. Holding nothing but her lunch in her hands, she drew up a chair and sat down. And then wondered where the heck did she run into exactly. Staring around, she found out soon enough that she was in the Art room. Empty easels, shelves full of art supplies and a wall dedicated to the best works. There were blank canvases along every empty patch of wall they could lean on. The blonde was interested, definitely. Maybe she should sign up for the club.

But either way, she now knew what to do when her break started.

"Admiring my students art, yeah?"

"Yeah…" Ino was happily nodding. And then, she realized it.

She whipped her neck around so fast that it cracked loud in the room.

"Ouch, yeah…"

Sakura stared at the scene in front of her. Naruto was wolfing down food as he talked to the girls about how their day. He would turn and recommend classes to Hinata as well.

On another table behind him, Neji was busy glaring holes to the back of Hinata's head. Tenten was sitting quietly and having her pudding.

Beside her, Shikamaru yawned as he chewed on an apple, his head still nestled between the crook of his arms. Temari was busy with her SP3 again. She rocked her head to unknown tunes as a spoon dangled from her mouth.

Karin was eating her lunch semi-peacefully as Suigetsu sat right next to her, one hand on her waist, eating a sandwich while smirking. A frown, showing plenty of her teeth, was stretched on the red head's face.

Ino was nowhere to be seen. Kiba was sitting dejectedly beside Naruto, adding in one of his jokes ever now and then.

Sakura glanced at Sasuke beside her. He was content having his tomato salad, sweet-sour soup and orange juice. He was reading a novel as well. Other than the occasional sigh, comment and glancing back at her, Sasuke did nothing else.

She didn't know whether he was the only one normal or the fact that he was the weird one for being normal.

Oh, and Sakura forgot to mention the number of holes she felt being pierced into her head. There were girls sitting on all the tables around her, glaring at them like there was no tomorrow. A table full of guys were staring at them as well.

There were other cute guys for goodness's sake! Like that dude with no eyebrows! Or his brother! Considering they weren't sitting in the cafeteria, she thought about some other people. Uh, that dude! Rikiku! That carrot-head! Uh, no, he was too tall. Or maybe, that boy, Lee! Okay no, not him.

You realize you don't have much options except for the six luscious ones sitting here.

Point noted.

Yes, the girls had each and every reason to stare at the boys. Especially at the newbie girls.

They had much to learn about fangirling.

Do not interact with the object directly.

They aren't objects, idiot.

Don't question my authority!

Yes, mother.

"Did you write down all the notes from the first period?" Sasuke asked suddenly, interrupting her musings.

"Yeah, though I missed a few words while he was dictating," Sakura replied back, going through her bag for the said book.

"It's okay, I'll take it later at home," Sasuke replied as he went back to his reading.

There were hisses as Sakura gulped. This was ridiculous! What happened to her freedom and rights?

That's a myth babe.

Yeah, thanks for cheering me up.

Welcomes.

-Selection

Temari stared at all her teachers. What the hell? Were all of them that weird? Or was it just her conscience?

Sakura was staring at them as well. In fact, the whole class was pretty much doing the same, all having a single stream of thought.
How the heck did they even get admitted here?

English sir had a very huge bang covering the left of his face. He was a nice man, though he was the no-nonsense type. He kept on wandering off topic and after minutes of talking, he'd suddenly jump back to topic.

French was just plain weird. The dude had a bandage across his nose, very messy hair and kept on mentioning random jokes about the Spanish dude. Whoever that was; Temari didn't know since she opted for French. He was a flirt, that was for sure.

Chemistry was sweet enough. The woman had a twisted sense of humor as she laughed along with their dirty jokes and corrected them with a threat or two. But she talked about the vice-principal and booze every now and then.

And now, as she sat on the table beside the housemates with her SP3 blasting some dubstep, she wondered.

I'll be going through this daily…

OH woe! Who did Ino mess with? Who are the mysterious teachers? And when will the fangirling ever stop? Tune in for an epic story of unepic proportions.

Does this mean that you are stupid?
Shut it.

PS: Enjoy.