Yes, yes, I updated love me or what? –wink- ok, so here are the answers to some frequently asked questions concerning the previous chapter.

Yes, Sasuke and Sakura did indeed have sex. She was 16 and there will be more on that later on.

I'm sorry to my few reviewers who requested lemon. I'm sorry guys, I know it would probably fit in somewhere, but I already tried writing it out on paper and no matter what I did it just sounded…kinky.

Concerning Ino, right now, she's barley even in the story but she'll be so very important soon enough.

Ok, I suppose that's all. Oh, and I know many of you guys thought Sasuke would be the one who somehow ended up in her house, but you all must remember, this is my unique style of writing.

Expect the unexpected.

Seriously, if you don't you'll like explode while reading my future chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

X

I gaped at Garaa who still didn't even seem to notice I entered.

"Gaara?" I croaked my eyes narrowing slightly, what the hell was he doing here?

Gaara finally looked up at me and raised an invisible eyebrow "what?"

I stared at Gaara curiously "Gaara, this is…" I pointed around the kitchen "my kitchen," I waved my hand toward the hall "and my apartment," I pointed at the cereal her was examining "and that, that's my cereal."

Gaara shrugged indifferently and place the cereal box on the table, dropping the pieces that were previously in his hand on the table impassively. I watched as the some of the round, puffed rice rolled off the table and onto the tiled floor.

"Gaara?"

I asked again because really, this is my house after all and no matter how hot he currently looked leaning against the table, his lean, broad frame slightly hunched, Gaara still didn't belong here.

"What?" he again asked as if it was completely normal to just walk into my house whenever he pleased.

"How did you get here?"

"The window."

I opened my mouth to ask him more, like why he wasn't in school or how he got in, seeing as I closed and locked the window before I left, but I was quite certain I'd get answers that would not really answer anything.

"Well, do you want to eat something?" I asked rolling my eyes and gesturing to the cereal on the table.

I stared at me with that look that clearly said 'are you always this stupid?'

"Or we could go out?" I suggested, he looked so cute, him and his non-emotional face and I just couldn't resist.

He said nothing but headed for the door, I guess he didn't want to go out with me.

Ignoring the slight pain of rejection, I kind of stood there waiting for the door to slam behind him when I heard Gaara exasperate

"Are you coming?"

"Of course!" I jumped and ran toward him, smiling brightly. Gaara rolled his eyes but I ignored it, closed the door and followed him out.

YES! WE'RE GOING OUT WITH HOT GAARA!

"Where do you want to go, Gaara? I mean there are so many choices, but really, I don't want a meal or anything, I'd rather have ice cream!"

He stared at me, eyes as cold as the November breeze and hissed "in this weather?"

I laughed and spun around, barley even tripping on the icy sidewalk, "Gaara! I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream! No matter the time, date or weather!"

Gaara rolled his eyes at my childish antics but I felt unusually trouble-free and completely able to do anything…even talk to Gaara as if he was like a friend or something.

"So, Gaara, are you going to buy me ice cream…or not?"

"You said you wanted to go out to eat, why should I pay?"

I gasped at him in false disbelief; seriously, I didn't mind if Gaara didn't pay, he's not my boyfriend or anything.

"Gaara-kun, it's just common courtesy for the boy to pay for the girl."

I gave him a girlish smile and took his hand in mine, not entwining them, but just holding them together.

Gaara rolled his eyes again, looking only slightly annoyed when I gave his hand a little squeeze.

I led the way through the frosty streets of Konoha, toward the small ice cream shop at the edge of town. I considered a café for a while, but ice cream on a cold day like this would be more memorable, I think.

We entered the ice cream shop and I grinned when the warm air passed though us.

The shop was decorated for Christmas, yet another holiday that leaves poor people like me with even less money than originally.

The store, which used to be a faint, pink color, was now decorated with snowflake wall paper. The room was illuminated in a bright light and the tiles were a bit slippery due to the remains of other people's snow-covered shoes.

I guided Gaara to the front counter where a cheerful looking woman stood, a huge smile plastered to her pastel face.

"Hi," I greeted happily leaning my left elbow on the counter while the other still held Gaara's captive.

The woman's smile brightened considerably and my eyes brushed to her name tag that read:

'Hi! My name is Kamiille how may I help you?'

In white, bold letters.

"Would you two like to try our weekly sundae? It's three scoops of creamy ice cream with a chocolate syrup topping, and lots of crushed nuts."

Gaara seemed to open his mouth to protest but I quickly beat him to an answer.

"We'd love to try that! It sounds tasty, we'll have one please."

I watched intently as the woman scooped ice cream into a large bowl.

Pink at the bottom, green second and finally orange on top, Kamiille then shoveled a large amount of toasted nuts on top, added thick chocolate syrup and then an additional measure of nuts on top of the hardening chocolate.

Kamiille place the ice cream on the counter and stuck two long, pink spoons on the side. She shot us another smile, obviously proud of her work.

I took my wallet out, but didn't even get a chance to open it; Gaara was dragging me by my hand back to a table.

"Wha--" I glanced back and saw Kamiille placing something in the register, I realized Gaara paid for me.

As he pushed me into a hard, empty seat, I beamed at him.

Our hands finally left each others.

Without looking at me, Gaara took the chair across from mine and stared at the chocolate syrup accompanied by crushed nuts streaming down the side of the bowl.

"Gaara" I sing-songed finally getting his attention

His eyes met mine "Thank you for paying for me, but I was just kidding about all that common courtesy crap."

Gaara shrugged indifferently and I plunged a spoon into the strawberry ice cream.

I chewed thoughtfully and sucked at the sweet taste. After I swallowed a small mouthful, I pushed the bowl toward Gaara.

"Try some" I said licking the back of my spoon.

Gaara glared at the ice cream as if it said something rude to him and I rolled my eyes.

Giggling, I scooted my chair closer to him and stabbed my spoon into the ice cream once more, except this time I took a spoon full of orange sherbet.

I waved the orange glop at Gaara's face in a teasing manner before gently pushing it against his lips.

Gaara opened his mouth slightly and I pushed the spoon in, after pulling it out I watched for his reaction.

I couldn't help but notice how very adorable he looked sitting there with a trail of orange juice leaking from the side of his lips, his jaw moving up and down slowly.

Damn…he looks sexy…

I agreed fully with my inner self and decided to look a bit more closely at the trail of sherbet trickling from the side of his lips.

When my face moved closer, I thought him to move his face back, surprised, I would not have been disappointed if that happened, actually, I expected it.

I didn't however; expect him to press his lips firmly over mine.

There wasn't lots to think about, most thoughts ended up leaving my head.

The only thing that I really did consider was the tang of orange cream. And that like Gaara, it tasted so good.

I broke away from him quickly and giggled a little reluctantly.

"So…" I gave him a shy smile "What does this mean?"

He shrugged indifferently and stood up, his chair making a soft scraping sound against the tiles.

"Nothing." And he left the shop.

I ran my tongue over my upper lip only slightly confused. I was just a kiss after all.

And not a very GOOD kiss either.

So I decided to stay and finish the ice cream.

After I pushed the orange sherbet to the side, of course.

X

I've always hated the school uniform; leave it to education to suck the individuality out of everyone.

But surprisingly, when I pulled on that small, plaid skirt and tight, white shirt, I felt good.

I guess, in a weird sense, school completes me.

After I stuffed my load into the brown messenger bag I rescued from Sasuke's I peered into my father's room

He actually isn't on a business trip for once, he was sleeping in.

"Bye" I whispered before walking out the front door and into the early frost of November.

After walking for five minutes, my legs began to numb and I decided to shift into high gear and run to school.

My breath came out in shallow puffs and my throat began to ache but I kept running, I grabbed a lock of pink hair and wasn't even surprised to find that instead of soft silkiness, my hair was hard and clustered together.

Oh, just perfect

I smiled, however because at that moment I finally approached Konoha High.

I let the familiar surroundings envelope me as I ran up the concrete steps. I was only gone three days, yet it seems an eternity.

I opened the glass doors and stepped inside.

The second I entered, everyone stared. I mean really, they just gawked at my heavily coated figure walking innocently toward her locker.

I saw — well, more like crashed into the reason.

I fell backward on my bottom; I quickly pushed my legs together before anyone saw anything and glared up at Bitchaki.

The bruise, I was quite proud to see was still as ugly and purple as the moment my fist rammed into it.

"Hello, Nataki," I said casually hoisting myself up and dusting the side of my skirt nonchalantly "How are we this morning?"

"I can't believe you decided to rear your ugly face here again." She sneered and her 'friends' giggled stupidly behind her.

"I could say the same for you."

And I flounced off to my homeroom, leaving a gapping Bitchaki and snickering bystanders.

I slid the door of my first class open. I entered and immediately saw Tenten waving at me from beside Neji who gave me a small smirk…I could have even been a smile.

I spotted Hinata looking at Naruto, who surprisingly enough, was seated next to Sasuke.

I walked over and took the empty seat next to Hinata. She turned to me with a withdrawn smile and I patted her shoulder softly, silently telling her I knew how hurt she is when Naruto doesn't realize she is his perfect girl.

I took off my soft pink coat and draped it over my chair.

My attention twisted to Bitchaki, who was now entering the room, her bulging cheek moving up and down with every graceful step she took.

Many teens amongst the class stifled their laugh, I on the other hand laughed loud enough for nearly everyone to hear and loud enough to make a fat-faced Bitchaki turn an amusing cherry color.

She turned to where Sasuke and Naruto were sitting, clearly ignoring me and her eyes widened.

"Sasuke-kun," she said, her eyebrows furrowing "you aren't sitting next to me today?"

Sasuke seemed to not even be listening to her. So I did the 'kind' favor of answering for him.

"Well, apparently not since, as anyone can see, he's sitting next to Naruto-kun…or is your vision being obscured by that cheek of yours?"

Hinata hid behind her hands and Naruto, along with practically everyone else (exceptions on Sasuke) began laughing hysterically.

Oh, I am SO good

And I am, because Bitchaki slammed her books on the nearest table in the front of the room, sat down and proceeded to turn her head to the side, so almost no one could see the bruise.

I chatted animatedly with Hinata about what's been happening while I was away, which was pointless, really, because I've had Tenten and Hinata tell me about it everyday when they came over.

But it gave us something to discuss.

The topic was cut short when Kakashi strolled lazily into the room.

"Hey," he drawled leaning on his desk "I'm told to remind you that the dance is tomorrow in the gym and today is the last day to buy tickets."

The class erupted in talk about the formal and I slammed my forehead on the table.

"You are coming aren't you, Sakura-Chan?"

"Hinata, they're just not my kind of thing and besides, I don't have anyone to go with."

"Tenten and I don't have partners either, not all dances are for bringing a boy…" but even as she said it, I saw her pearl eyes slide softly over to Naruto, the oblivious idiot she fell in love with.

Yet another reason love is such a waste of time, you don't land in love, you don't walk in love, you fall in love. And all you get out of it is a heart shaped scar…that really never does away.

Skye pointed that out yesterday.

"Please come Sakura-Chan?"

Hinata interrupted my musings, but I knew that even if she was asking now; Tenten would force me into a dress if she had to.

"I don't know."

Unintentionally, I mean really unintentionally, my eyes glided to Sasuke. He seemed, as usual, to be deep in thought about something and completely ignored Bitchaki's gross winks at him.

I smiled and the small hope that maybe he wouldn't take her to the dance crawled up my neck.

"Sakura?" my head shot up so fast I swear I heard it crack. I looked at Kakashi who held my science notebook in the air.

I looked curiously at it and then at my bag that was slightly open.

Odd, I don't remember taking anything out…I slid out of my seat but as soon as I was standing, every part of me screamed to sit down.

I walked slowly to the front of the room, my feet dragging slightly because they wanted so much for me to turn back.

I took the notepad from Kakashi and whispered a small thank you.

I looked at the notebook closer; my name was scrawled across the front. I flipped through the pages, science notes, random doodles…this was mine.

But something felt so out of place.

You know when you get that throw-uppy feeling in your stomach and it does flips as if it were a professional skater or something?

I wasn't so sure about the sensation so I pushed it aside as I turned to go back to my seat.

I knew I was right about it almost immediately when I felt goose bumps creep up the back of my neck.

I expected everyone else to feel it too, I expected several people to be sniffing the air suspiciously and I wondered why no one was gazing at the room nervously, like I was.

As I approached my seat, I saw a girl scurry away from Hinata.

My eyebrows furrowed, this was so wrong, that girl was one of Nataki's followers. They usually never even gave us the time of day.

"Wha—"

PFFFT! SLAT!

The sound echoed across the room and I looked down at my seat in horror. My gaze went up to the class; everyone stared at me with mirrored wide eyes until Bitchaki let out a snort.

Then slowly, everyone began snorting, the snorts changed to giggles and the giggles turned to relentless laughter. Mocking laughter.

I stood up from my seat, a gross slosh-y sound was heard and my skirt stuck slightly to the seat.

I examined the back of my skirt and Hinata let out a scream of horror, I pulled the whoopee cushion from under me.

The cushion was a faint pink color but it was slashed with red.

And that's when the cold, screwed up truth came crashing down on me. I looked at my seat and felt my cheeks redden.

My seat was covered with crimson color paint, which was undoubtedly now on my plaid skirt.

"Need a pad Sakura-Chan? If it was my time of the month I would have come prepared."

The classes' shouts of amusement where louder than before and Bitchaki gave me a sly smile.

Tenten ran over to where Hinata and I stood frozen. Immediately she began brushing my bottom with her hand, Hinata quickly joined her, trying to get as much off of my skirt as possible.

I didn't even notice, I was busy glaring at Bitchaki.

SOMEONE MUST DIE…

Inner Sakura was right. Ok, so I punched her lights out, but this, this was just too embarrassing.

"Sakura-Chan!" Hinata whispered frantically "I didn't even k-know what was going on, that girl j-just asked me ab-about yesterday's assignment…I di-didn't even notice anything on the s-seat next to m-mine Sa-Sakura-Chan, I'm so so-sorry!"

I didn't say anything, I believed Hinata of course, but my mind was else where.

In a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, Bitchaki was being eaten alive by flesh-hungry, evil alligators.

"Sakura," Kakashi sensei asked concerned "do you want to go home?"

This only seemed to make the class laugh even louder and made Tenten scrub even harder at my ass while Hinata anxiously cleaned my chair with a piece of paper.

I was about to answer 'yes' when I realized something—this was my first day back, I couldn't go home, I had to catch up on my lessons and what not. I have to stay in school today…

I under estimated Nataki.

She's a stupid evil genius.

This is the part of the story where I, the much older and wiser Sakura decides to interrupt.

This is the moment in time where the much younger and stupid me got reckless. Revenge doesn't make anyone happy, but see, I was so consumed with my hatred for 'Bitchaki' that I didn't see how brainless I was being.

I didn't notice that slowly; each prank got worse and worse.

They actually got so bad, that I ended up not caring who was suffering anymore. Whether it was 'Bitchaki' or not, I wanted someone to get a taste of my reprisal.

Even if that someone was me.

And I didn't notice that after a while they stopped being harmless tomfoolery and turned into things that would send even the previous Inner Sakura running for cover.

I knew back then, as I know now that no one is perfect, perhaps that's why I continued to act a fool. I suppose I wanted to be bolder, braver and…to be able to say 'I beat the most prestigious teenager in Japan at her own game'

I was an idiot.

I'll admit that now, but I couldn't back then…too bad.

…

I needed revenge, everyone thought I farted; people who hadn't witnessed the scene here would either hear about it or think I was having huge menstrual issues.

"Sensei!" Tenten exclaimed standing up "Can we like get a pass to the bathroom or something?!"

"Oh," Kakashi-sensei took a pen and scribbled something on a pad he took out from his pocket "here"

Tenten grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the front of the room, snatched the paper from our sensei and, ignoring the cackles from our classmates, yanked me out of the room.

I leaned against the wall, disregarding the fact that a red imprint of my butt will most likely be left there.

"Come on, Sakura, I'll cover you from behind." And she did, I dragged my feet ahead and Tenten strayed behind, making sure my crimson ass was out of site.

"I can't believe she did that! I mean, what kind of sick person plans something like this, what kind of person goes through with those kinds of plans!?"

We approached the two doors at the end of the hall; I led the way into the girls' bathroom with Tenten still ranting in my wake.

I held the door open for her but Tenten just shook her head, pushing me inside before her.

I looked at my reflection in the foggy, glass mirror.

My cheeks were still tinged red by my obvious embarrassment but besides that, I looked ok.

I turned to see my backside. I let out a sigh of defeat; Nataki knew what she was doing.

The whole back of my miniskirt, along with a bit of my shirt was covered in thick, red paint. I almost felt tears well in my eyes and only forced them down when Tenten ran several pieces of wet toilet paper over the back of my skirt.

"Sakura-Chan," Tenten grunted several minutes later "the paint won't come off!"

"Maybe I should take it off and try?"

"Yeah," Tenten sighed, overwhelmed and dropped the toilet paper, which was still pretty white, on the ground.

I went into a small stall and bolted the door closed. I pulled my skirt off; I closed the toilet seat and sat on it, drawing the miniature plaid onto my lap.

I grabbed a handful of toilet paper and dipped it into the water that was filling up in the grimy sink.

I rubbed endlessly at the huge red stain but no matter what, the blot wouldn't budge.

WHAT KIND OF PAINT IS THIS?!!

I sighed in defeat after ten minutes of rubbing and Tenten asking me if I was o.k. a couple of times

I pulled the skirt that was slightly damp on again and stepped out.

Tenten was sitting patiently on the dirty floor and sat up hopefully when I exited the stall.

I shook my head and turned to show her my rear.

"Sakura-Chan…the stain seems to be getting smaller?" I gave her a soft smile at the lie she fed to make me feel better.

"I don't know what kind of paint that bitch used but she did a hell of a good job picking it out, no matter what I tried, the paint won't come off!"

Tenten rubbed her head against a stall door and looked helplessly at my skirt.

"What do we do now?" she whispered lifting the edge of her own skirt "You want to go home and change?"

I shook my head and looked at my dollar store wrist watch—almost time for second period.

"Nope, Nataki thinks she beat me, well, I'll just have to show her no one beats me."

"Sakura-Chan?" Tenten asked uncertainly, but I was already out the door, letting it swing leisurely behind me.

By the time I reached the door to Kakashi sensei's room with Tenten tagging nervously behind me, the bell signaling the end of homeroom rang.

Teens filled noisily out of each class and letting out a frustrated sigh, I was about to walk in to grab my bag and coat when Hinata came out holding our messenger bags.

I gave her a grateful smile and took my carrier from her.

"Is my coat still inside Hinata-Chan?" I asked covering my buttocks with both hands.

Hinata shook her head in confusion

"That's just it, Sakura-Chan," she whispered "all our jackets are gone."

I opened my mouth to say something, like 'what the fuck?! Who stole them?!' or 'why the hell would someone steal my coat?!'

When I realized something.

I'm really not giving Bitchaki any credit at all. Although she looks stupid, she's an evil genius.

And then I realized something else, something even more disturbing that Bitchaki being semi-smart:

It may just be hard to beat her.

So as Tenten, Hinata and I slugged to our next class, Tenten talking endless trash about Bitchaki and Hinata nodding solemnly, I decided that even if Tenten thought it was sick and wrong, I'd get revenge on that bitch.

She needs to know her place.

The little whore swaggered past us grinning like no other, her army of beautiful rag dolls following her obediently and laughing at my misfortune.

Nataki obviously thought this was over; that she'd won.

Someone (me) needed to show her this wasn't over, that in fact…

This was only the beginning.

X

Kurenai sensei was about to lecture us on the importance of using grammar in our everyday lives when the bell rang, indicating the end of the class.

Everyone shuffled out side and she waved at a couple of students.

I bit my bottom lip, and after telling Hinata and Tenten to go on without me, I walked to the front of the room.

I was only slightly offended when the people lagging behind made rude gestures at the back of my skirt and approached the teacher's desk.

"Kurenai sensei?" I asked leaning my hands on the small table

"Yes?" she asked barley even paying attention to me and instead filing papers.

That's when I became aware that she hadn't looked at me all period.

"Um, sensei, I don't know if you know why I didn't make it to class on Wednesday—"

"You got suspended." She answered simply finally looking—well, glaring at me.

"Could I re-take the test sometime?"

Kurenai sighed heavily and glower at me, her red eyes flashing dangerously.

"No,"

I let out a sound of protest and was about to whine when she held up her hand, silencing me.

"You got suspended Haruno, you and suspension just don't go together, you made the mistake and I'm afraid you must suffer the consequences. I expected more from you," she continued, standing up from the chair and pacing in front of me "you should have walked away, or told someone, control, Sakura, control, you had it once, what happened to it?"

I stood there, my eyebrows furrowing

"I don't even know why you did it, perhaps Nazi did deserve it, but does that make it right? Of course not! I'm so ashamed of you, you were above her Sakura, but now what are you? Are you her equal? Do you want to be her equal? Or…or are you below her?"

"I am not!" I shouted at once, firing up "You could have just said no!" I shrieked, stomping to the door.

I slammed it so hard, the glass shook, and after readjusting my bag on my shoulder, I stomped to science with all the dignity I could muster.

Ignoring people's amused remarks about my ass.

X

I entered my last class of the day, history. It had been a long and terrible day of offensive remarks nad cruel imitations.

But it would (finally) be over in just an hour and I could begin planning Bitchai's downfall.

I sat next to Tenten, as usual. But then I remembered the project that had caused all this madness and I needed to know the grade.

Of course, the easier and nicer thing to do would be to ask Asuma sensei my grade, because that would save a lot of time and trouble. It would also show Asuma I cared about my grade, so I'd be considered responsible.

But, Sasuke was in spite of everything, was my partner, and so I suppose the funest thing to do would be to ask him.

After all, fun beats responsibility every time.

I got up from my seat, Tenten not even noticing I'd gotten up because she was chatting with Naruto.

I walked leisurely to the table Bitchaki shared with Sasuke.

"Sasuke?"

He looked up and Bitchaki, as always, made a scene.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, because of the whole 'my skirt is covered with thick red paint' situation.

As I expected, people turned to look at us, but their eyes immediately fell to my ass.

After seeing my annoyed expression, Bitchaki looked almost happy I came over, because see, Sasuke's table was like placed on the far end of the room.

Where everyone could get a clear view of the back of my skirt.

Stupid bitch

All thoughts of finding out my grade left my mind.

I, instead, thought of a new, brilliant plan. Not that it was enough to get Bitchaki back of course, but it was something that would piss her off pretty bad.

My plan to get her back would be far more thought out and…evil and…deranged?

To get her angry however, I 'tripped' over the leg of the table and because of being 'unbalanced', I landed on the soft, comfy lap of Sasuke.

"GET OFF!" Bitchaki shrieked standing up

"Sorry," I whispered quietly a blush covering my cheeks, I meant it to be a fake, practiced blush, but it turned out to be quite real because of Sasuke's hand somehow landing on my upper thigh.

My small revenge, however, was not over.

I was being rather 'clumsy' today, and while 'trying' to get off of Sasuke, his face landed in the crook of my neck.

And to make it worse, I giggled.

Shrieking again, Bitchaki attempted to push me off.

I laughed lightly, the blush still on my face I walked awkwardly to my desk, where Tenten gave me a soft high five under the table.

Although I realized that this probably encouraged the fact that I was Sasuke's whore, the look on Bitchaki's face was enough to keep me smiling for the rest of the history class.

Because after school was a whole other story.

X

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