A/N: Summary sucks. It's not even what the fic is about. Any ideas for titles? I need them desperately. I really really suck at coming up with titles, and summaries, and junk like that. I wasn't in Algebra II in 8th grade, I was only in Algebra. (I was not blessed with a math brain.) So I am not going off experience for that part. I just wanted my two main men to seem ultra smart. Although personally I think Sasuke is a bitch for going off with Orochimaru THAT LONG TONGUED BASTARD! ;;coughs;; Yeah here's chapter 2. (I love the semi colon) And my boyfriend is fine, for those of you who didn't ask.
We would have made room for you, Sasuke.> they say, as they close in on me. They talk some more, but I tune most of it out. Stuff like 'Hinata is a loser', and 'She isn't worth your time'. I'm thinking 'Ha, they're stupid. They think I'm interested in Hinata. They obviously don't understand the concept of a platonic relationship.' And not only are they insulting my friends, but I swear all the perfume they're wearing is making me sick. My olfactory glands are sensitive to pungent odors. Finally a lady waves me over, and I jump up with false enthusiasm before the conglomeration of too sweet smells makes me vomit. I sit down in front of a pleasant looking woman who (thankfully) isn't wearing any fragrance. She talks to me about my grades. 6th grade; 4.0. 7th grade; 4.0. And you get a cookie if you can guess what I'm making this year. (A/N: For those of you who are stupid, 8th grade; 4.0. And you're not REALLY getting a cookie. Sorry to have led you on.) Anyway, I get signed up for all honors classes. I'm way ahead of my grade in math; I'm in Algebra II currently. I'm supposed to sign up for Trig in 9th grade, so I have to go talk to some math counselor about that. Damn. She points me toward a small group of nerdy-looking kids talking very animatedly to a nerdy-looking man wearing a Dungeons and Dragons T-shirt. I groan inwardly and start walking. Their conversation halts as I reach them. Then the D and D man smiles brightly.
"Hello!" He says. "We were just discussing the hidden algebraic and geometrical concepts in the new release of Dungeons and Dragons." I want to cry. Then he has the audacity to ask me if I would "care to join them." I am about to open my mouth and reply in a not so positive way that will knock that freakishly cheerful smile off his face when a squeak issues from the small girl beside me. I turn my head slightly and look through the corner of my eye at the cause of the high-pitched noise. It's a guy I've never seen before, with red hair and a tattoo on his forehead. Heavy eyeliner frames his dark mint green eyes. He walks up to our little family and glances at each of us. I notice his eyes linger on me for half-a –second before turning to Mr. Happy, whose smile is frozen in place.
"Are you the advanced placement math counselor?" he says. His voice is surprisingly cool, and light, almost mocking in its airiness. Captain Nerdo nods.
"Uh-huh! These 3 students over here all registering for trigonometry next year. I expect this one right here is too." He says gesturing toward me. I nod, because if I open my mouth, there's a very good chance I'll insult Lord of the Dweebs. We all hand him our sheets and he signs them, checks them off and hands them back to us. "There ya go!" He looks at me expectantly.
"Thanks." I force out. But I can't help/resist adding, "And there are no hidden algebraic or geometric concepts in Dungeons and Dragons. It's just, a stupid, game." There. That wasn't too insulting, and yet it was still greatly satisfying. I hear red head chuckle/snort softly. It's a pleasant sound. He has a very nice laugh. And for some reason, I want to make him do it again. What would make him laugh? What would he find funny? What does he like in general? Whoa, wait. WTF? I ignore the cold stares I'm getting from the D and D mind slave junkies and purposely avoid red-head's eyes. What is his name, anyway? Am I going to have to keep calling him red head? Wait again. I just thought 'keep.' That would mean I would be thinking about him beyond five minutes from now. Which I won't be. El Dorko tells me to go talk t o the ROTC representative, that he'll help me finish registering. There is no more cheerfulness on his face. I rejoice mentally. I turn, and with my better than normal peripheral vision, I see red head looking at me. This shouldn't mean anything, because they're all looking at me. But my stomach rises up a few inches anyway, like I just swallowed helium. I bet it would sound like I had, too, if I was to try and speak right now. But I don't try to. I just keep walking and looking for whomever it is I'm supposed to be talking to. I see him, and my first thought is 'Whoa. When did Hinata become a tenth grade male and join the ROTC?' Then my brain picks up the details; masculine facial features, short hair, broad shoulders, no boobs. This is a guy. So he's either Hinata's two-year older male identical twin, or they're just related. I walk up and sit down in front of him. He tells me to hand him my sheet. I do. He makes some seemingly very forced small talk about me being in Trig. Something about him going into Trig next year too, and how I'll probably be in his class. Then he tells me to talk to the person beside him, an old lady who smells of cats. I begrudgingly get up and sit in the chair in front of her as somebody else takes my seat. I glance at the occupant of the chair I occupied mere seconds before. It's red head. I look at his form as he hands it to Hina –chan's relation. Gaara. That's his name. It's…unusual. Exotic. I tell my mind to shut up, it's annoying me. I turn my head to face cat woman and proceed to pretend to listen to whatever it is she's telling me about English classes. In reality, I 'm listening to what the Hyuuga who's not Hinata is saying to…Gaara.
"So, you just moved here?" He asks. I can't help but notice that he doesn't sound as strained as he did when he was talking to me.
"Why do you think that?" Gaara asks back.
"Because your records aren't exactly here. There's a piece of paper with your name, age, current grade, and test scores. As well as your GPA. Your test scores seem to totally contradict your grades. With these kind of brains, you should be making at least a 4.0." I'm thinking 'Well damn. I am making a 4.0, and he didn't compliment me or anything.' Gaara isn't making a 4.0. So ha. I feel a bit better.
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(5/23/05)