Sasuke POV

OVER 1100

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OMGSH.

You're kidding me, right?

This is ridiculous. I will be uploading as much as I can today, but probably no more than 3 uploads. This counts as 1.

It's still a lot, but school caught up with me.

Here you go.

SHE'S LIVING LIFE IN PLASTIC

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Let me hear you scream if you want some more…

I walked into Biology. I was ready for anything but today. I would have to see Sakura sitting in front of me.

I don't think I could handle that just yet. Why couldn't Sakura just get over the fact that she annoys me? I like her as a friend, but honestly… and all that crying yesterday just makes me feel like a jerk. I hope she stops trying to make herself into something she's not.

I took my seat as the students started to pile in. Iruka began to scribble things onto the blackboard as everyone took their seats. And then she came in.

And that's when I got really mad.

When did she dress up this much? Is she still trying to play with my head after I told her that it really bugged me?

She threw her umbrella down next to her chair and took her seat.

Something inside me snapped. Victoria Secret cologne…? Ino used to tell me it was the best and really caught attention (not like I cared, which I told her). Sakura was turning into a fashion zombie wannabe. She was turning into Ino.

My hands clenched into fists on my desks as I sank in my seat. Sakura opened her text book and began to do the assignment she had missed while she was at her first visit in the nurse's office.

I tapped her shoulder. Wait, why did I do that?

"Yes?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me. Oh my god. Oh god. She didn't. She was. Oh god.

She was wearing make-up. She's looked like a Fake. She wanted to be one. I could tell by her scared and confused face that I had been scowling at her.

"Sasuke?" She whispered, and all I could do was stare into her eyes, my scowl fading.

I guess I'll never be good enough.

"MR. UCHIHA!" Iruka gasped as one of the desks went crashing through the window.

Just seconds ago, with rage, I had picked up one of the desks and chucked it at the window.

I panted, my eyes fixed on Sakura. The pieces of broken glass scattered the classroom. Sakura's jade eyes were misty and alarmed.

"THAT IS SCHOOL PROPERTY!" Iruka gasped, and then I shot him one of my death glares.

Iruka gulped. I stormed up to the front of the class.

"Detention, Mr. Uchiha." Iruka said firmly, handed me a pink slip with a glare. The whole class was silent as I stormed out. I started to run down the halls, and that's when my battle with Itachi filled my head again.

"Itachi." I hissed. Itachi sat on his throne, smirking at me with those sharingan eyes.

"Brother. What a surprise." Itachi cooed and I clenched my fist.

"Shut up. It ends now, Itachi." I shouted, pointing a finger at him.

"Let's not get too hasty, Sasuke. We both know how this is going to end." Itachi murmured, brushing past me. He looked very calm. It was making me angry.

"If you know how this is going to end, Itachi… then why don't you just drop dead now and spare all this trouble?" I whispered harshly, turning around to see him sharing my scowl with me.

Itachi just stared, his hands behind his back.

"IT ENDS NOW!" I cried, and ran towards him with full force.

"Ah, Mr. Uchiha. Welcome." Tsunade greeted me. Kiba waved at me, a big smile on his face.

"Yo, Sasuke!" Kiba called, and I realized Neji was with him.

My fists were still clenched as I walked up to Tsunade, handing her the slip of paper. Tsunade nodded, crumbled it up, and kicked her feet back up onto her desk. She put on her reading glasses and began to read a text book about the human body.

I sat down next to Kiba, grunting.

"What did you get in here, for?" Kiba said, putting on a New York accent. I just scowled in reply. Kiba gulped.

"Well," Kiba sighed in annoyance, and then grinned, "Don't you want to know why I'm in here?" Kiba smirked slyly, nodding as he drummed his fingers on the top of his desk as he turned to face me.

"You're always in here." I mumbled, and my migraine started to die down.

"Quit ruining it, Sasuke. It's really good." Kiba whispered. Neji just grumbled.

"Neji has a funny one, so if mine bores you his will cheer you up. Believe me." Kiba added in again, pointing his thumb at Neji, whose lip was twitching.

"Okay, Kiba. Why are you in here?"

Kiba smiled. "Well, I gave Kakashi a Swirly."

"Swirly?" I blinked, my hand relaxing.

"You know, the one where their faces are jammed into the toilet." Kiba smirked proudly.

I chuckled. "I guess that was a pretty good one."

"How about you, man?" Kiba asked.

"Let's hear Neji first." I suggested, and Neji waved his hand at us, signaling us to go away. Kiba laughed loud, causing Tsunade to send us a death glare.

"Neji punched Raidon Tokushima in the face and broke his nose." Kiba whispered, snorting.

"Nice." I grumbled, smirking at Neji. Neji blushed, turning his head away from us.

"Neji got upset because someone insulted his gorgeous hair." Kiba sighed, and moved his index finger in a circular motion by his ear, rolling his eyes around; signaling Neji was a little crazy. Neji saw this and slapped Kiba in the back of the head, a vein in his forehead throbbing.

"His hair is cut now, though. I thought Neji liked it this way." I raised and eyebrow and Kiba chuckled.

"No… Neji got upset because Raidon-san said his old hair made him look like Hinata on crack."

My face got red and I snorted, trying to hold in a burst of laughter that was just inches away from hysteria.

Neji missed his old hair, and he got upset when the other guy had tried to comment on his new look.

Same old Neji.

"Just quit giggling." Neji mumbled, his face scrunched into a scowl.

Kiba and I opened our mouths and our mouths were twitching, but all that was coming out were wheezes or gasps for air.

We finished in a couple minutes, but then Kiba…

"So, what did you do?" Kiba asked, whipping tears from the corner of his eyes. I slammed my fist down on the desk, which made Tsunade jump out of her seat.

Kiba and Neji looked shocked and confused, their eyes wide.

"Sakura Haruno." The words escaped my lips… I didn't miss a syllable