A/N: Yeah, it's been a looooong time since I updated Dangerously Sixteen. Yeah, this story is going to have a lot of twists and turns and some of them might intercept each other. You'll see what I mean later on ;. I'll try to update frequently, but if you are a high schooler you should kind of understand that I also have to juggle with SAT classes and schoolwork. I am a person who has poor time management and I am famous for my procrastination. There should be an award for that. I read your reviews in my emails and oh my gosh, you guys are smart! You're catching on! Try not to spoil it for others though. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter. I tried to make it long. Happy reading
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NOTE: Does anyone know how to space out the paragraphs? Mine are very squished up and ugly.
Title: Chapter 16
The room was squared shaped. There were a few windows that let in the light in the small room. There was a large oak desk in the center of the room.
A man who seemed to be in his early fifties was smoking a small cigar. He let out two translucent puffs of smoke.
"I'm not sure what I can do about your son. He has continuously missed school for a month. His standardized scores are dismal, and I have heard complaints from the staff regarding your son's behavior on campus," the man informed his two visitors in a hoarse voice. After awhile, the man wheezed a little and then coughed.
"I apologize for your inconvenience, however there is nothing I can do for my son. He is just a kid, just be lenient on him," said the visitor who was the son's mother. She was dressed in a sleek black blouse with a black pleated skirt.
Her son let out a nonchalant sigh and leaned against the leather chair.
"Do you find this amusing Nara Shikamaru?" the principal questioned the teenager.
"Amusing? You're puffing some shit and you're wheezing horribly. Yes, I find it amusing that you are wasting your time with me here in your office when you could just fast forward your time and roll over and die," Shikamaru pulled out his arms and rested his head on it against the chair.
"Shikamaru! That's no way to speak to your principal!" his mother scolded him as if he was a little child. She turned to the other adult and smiled weakly, "I apologize deeply for what my son had said. A lot of things have been going on" his mother defended her son.
"A lot of things have been going on? Mrs. Nara, I do not quite comprehend what you are trying to say in this conversation. I have informed you that your son has been missing a month of school, and he is failing. Now, let me just keep this conversation short and succinct. If I do not see any change of improvement in your son's academic profile, I will have to drop your son out of our school," the principal strictly said.
"Drop him out? Isn't that too hars" Mrs. Nara's eyes gaped open.
"Do I make myself clear, Mrs. Nara?" the principal clarified himself. He has had enough of the two and leaned forward with his cigar in one hand. His devious chocolate eyes pierced Shikamaru's mother and the smell of nicotine wafted into the small room.
"Bah, let's go mom. I don't want to deal with this shit," Shikamaru got up from his seat and went over to his mother's side.
"And if you drop him out? What will you do?" his mother ignored her son.
"There is a juvenile delinquent school around here ma'am, I will be happy to make some arrangements for your son," the principal smiled.
"Mom, let's just go," Shikamaru grabbed his mother's arm and led her out of the room.
As soon as the two left the room, Shikamaru helped his mother walk by holding her by the arm. After the meeting, Mrs. Nara looked like as if the meeting with the principal sucked the life out of her.
"Don't listen to what he said. I'll be all right," Shikamaru tried to calm his mother down.
The two made their way down the hallway and passed some doors. They entered the school's lobby and into the parking lot.
"Shikamaru, I want you to stop this nonsense right now. You should know that I am your mother. I am worried about you now, actually, for the first time. What am I going to have to do with you?" Mrs. Nara's eyes welled up.
Shikamaru softened up and touched his mom's face, "Don't worry mom. I won't drop out, just don't worry about it ok?"
Embracing her son, Mrs. Nara whispered, "If only your father was here, oh Shikamaru, we've gone through too much obstacles," Mrs. Nara pulled away from Shikamaru and looked at him, "From now on, I want you to come home before 10 at night and whatever it is that you are doing alone in your bedroom has got to stop. And do not keep anything from me, I am your mother and I have the right to know what is going on in my little boy's life ok? I only want what is best for you. Please, understand that," Mrs. Nara proposed.
"Whatever you want, mom, can we go home now? The campus freaks the hell out of me," Shikamaru put his hands in his jean pockets and started walking to Mrs. Nara's car.
His mother listened and unlocked the car doors.
"OK NOW EVERYONE GIVE ME 20 RIGHT NOW! GO GO GO! UZUMAKI I DON'T WANT YOU LAYING AROUND NOW. WORK THAT BELLY RIGHT NOW! HYUGA, DON'T JUST STAND THERE. TAKE THREE LAPS AROUND THE TRACK RIGHT NOW, YOU ARE IRRITATING ME!" the PE coach blew his whistle at the students.
From the distance, Ino came running in her blue tank top and black track shorts. She arrived with a blue duffle bag and pulled out a water bottle to hydrate herself.
"Sorry coach, my mom made me late," Ino greeted his coach with staggered breaths.
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE LATE OR NOT. GO JOIN HYUGA WITH HER THREE LAPS RIGHT NOW!" his coach disregarded Ino's excuse.
"What the hell? I'm not going to run. Can't you tell that I ran already?" Ino threw her bag to the grass.
"Well missy, what seems to be your excuse then? Enlighten me," the coach approached the blonde. He peered over her by six inches.
"My mom woke up late, and couldn't get the car running and so I had to take the downtown bus and then had to drop off at this gas station. And then these pedophiles whistled at me so I had to take the taxi and then I got stuck in traffic and so I yelled at the driver to step on it, but he wouldn't listen because he was listening to some stupid techno music. So I got out of the taxi and didn't pay his five bucks and so I ran all the way from down those five blocks to here," Ino explained.
The coach softened and then whistled hard at her, "THEN GIVE ME FIFTY RIGHT NOW! AND AFTER THAT FINISH THOSE THREE LAPS OF YOURS AND TELL UZUMAKI TO STOP HANGING AROUND HYUGA. I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY FONDLING HERE IN MY CLASS!"
"Oh no, Lee, come on somebody will see us!" Ten Ten tried to pull Lee off of her. She was pushed against the lockers while Lee was caressing her skin. As he made his hands under her top, Ten Ten squealed in pleasure and pulled his hands away.
"Shhh, no one will know Ten Ten," Lee smiled as he was kissing her cheek.
"I don't want to do it out here. Somebody is going to see us!" Ten Ten's voice was muffled in her boyfriend's kisses. Lee pressed his hips against Ten Ten and slowly made his hands down to her skirt.
"Lee…" Ten Ten moaned in pleasure.
Lee's hands caressed Ten Ten's inner thighs and then felt the silky fabric. Right when he put his hands inside, footsteps were heard from the other side of the hall.
The couple straightened up and groomed themselves and acted like nothing was going on.
No one was there.
"God, that scared me," Ten-Ten let out a sigh of relief as she rested against the lockers.
"Come on, let's go somewhere where no one will find us," Lee's eyes glistened with mischief. Ten Ten gazed at him and then her face lit up.
"Oh, no," Ten Ten coyly played with him.
"Oh, yes," Lee held her hand and planted kisses against her soft baby skin.
"Oh, no Lee," Ten Ten playfully answered.
"Oh, yes," Lee held her hand and dragged her to the nearest room and locked the door behind him.
The fresh aroma of French bread and the regular cafeteria drifted into the thin air in the school cafeteria. Students who just came from the track team came rushing in with water bottles in each hand. Girls in tight skirts and tops were looked over by the football players in the right corner of the room. The intercom just came on with an announcement from the principal.
"Good afternoon, this is your principal speaking. Tonight there will be an annual Cheerleading competition. Our team will be competing with five other cheerleading squads from prestigious schools. I expect you all to be there to cheer our squad on! Chess club will be meeting next Tuesdays due to a change in the club board's schedule. There will also be an orientation regarding financial aid for seniors who will be entering into a four-year college next year. Have a good lunch," the intercom blasted into the cafeteria.
"Like anyone really listens to that," someone in the lunch line spoke to the cafeteria lady who was pouring sauce on another student's tray.
Loud chats were heard from the cafeteria into the halls of the high school campus. Sakura came and opened the door into the cafeteria. When she arrived, she noticed that the cafeteria didn't become loud anymore. The pink-haired girl approached the lunch line and got a red tray and slid it to the next aisle.
The cafeteria lady gave her a grave look on her face when she handed Sakura the meal of the day. Ignoring her, Sakura walked to the end of the lunch line to grab a carton of milk. When she got to the corner of the room where she and her friends usually ate, Sakura felt as if the entire student body's eyes were watching her.
Sakura tried to not pay attention, but she couldn't help but listen in on some whisperings behind her. Her friends were supposed to meet her at lunch period, they were probably late. They always were.
The junior opened her carton of milk and took her first sip of the cold beverage. When she drank her milk, the cafeteria went silent.
"Did you hear what happened to her?" murmurs from the crowd went on.
"Yeah, it's so sad,"
"Where are her friends? Does she even have any?"
"She's so mean, she deserved what happened to her,"
"Poor Sakura,"
"I'm glad I'm not here right now,"
Sakura overheard some students' conversations near her corner. She got up and threw her milk away and kept her sandwich with her and placed the tray back to the cafeteria area and then closed the door behind her. Coincidentally, when she left, the cafeteria became loud again.
So they knew, Sakura thought. Sakura held onto her lunch and walked across the hallway. She arrived at her locker and stared at it. She had Chemistry next and an open period. She didn't bother getting her textbook out.
Sakura walked on and realized that the hallway was empty. She wondered where everyone was at that time.
Sakura knew that she couldn't go back to the cafeteria again. For the past few weeks at school, rumors were flying high about her situation with the rape. She has been coping with it for a few months now. Maybe around two. The though of thinking about what happened that night, scarred Sakura's memory.
It was an innocent night. She was nearly drunk and she wandered out into the alley alone. Sakura should've known better that at night, you never know who's walking down the street behind you.
If only she could've stayed inside the club with everyone else, but she felt lonely in there. Everyone were in their own little universe at the club. Sakura knew that Ino and Shikamaru were getting it on, and Kaede was flirting with Itachi. Hinata was trying to strike up a conversation with Naruto. But what about her? She was just one of the group.
What happened to her sense of pride?
Sakura sighed and then headed to the restroom when she heard a pang coming from the Janitor's closet. Weird, she thought. No one is supposed to be in there at this time.
She ignored it, and then walked on but she stopped when she heard familiar voices giggling behind the door. Sakura went over and opened the door only to find Ten Ten with her underwear on and Lee with his hair messed up and his pants down.
"Sorry," Sakura quickly closed the door and ran toward the bathroom.
When she went into the bathroom, she went into one of the stalls and sat on the toilet. She stared at the bathroom stall. It was painted red.
Sakura felt her stomach grumble. She looked down and found that she still had her sandwich. Sighing, Sakura unwrapped her lunch and took a bite into the sandwich.
Ino emerged from the shower and wrapped a towel around her and went into the locker room. Other girls were in towels and blowing their hair dry. Some were evaluating themselves in front of a full size mirror.
Ino dried her blonde hair with a towel and put on an over sized T shirt and a pair of jeans. They were all she could find in her room since her mom threw her clothes out the window.
"They're so immodest! I don't want boys at your school to think that my daughter is easy!" her mother's words throbbed against the side of Ino's mind.
Over the past few weeks, Ino has been getting into arguments with her mom, partially because her parents are getting a divorce.
Ever since she was 9, she knew that something was up with her parents. She would always ask her mom why dad always left home and never came home until a few weeks after that, and sometimes it would last to months. When Ino graduated from sixth grade, she would come home on Friday nights where her parents wouldn't even speak a word to each other. Her dad would always go out for a walk and her mom would cook quietly in the kitchen. Lately, she hasn't paid much attention to the problems her parents have. Ino has enough problems of her own now.
One of her friends was raped, another is in love, another is too shy, another is just too darn stubborn, and many more.
Ino has had too much to juggle on her own. For once, she just wants to escape her problems.
Ino remembered when her parents told her that they were getting a divorce. It wasn't until after her sophomore New Years Eve dance that when she came home, her parents were in the living room with the tragic news.
They've been married for twenty-two years, and now they want to call it quits? Even though Ino hasn't have had much good luck in her love life, she knows that divorce not only tears two parents away from each other but also the family.
Ino looked around in the locker room to see if anyone was looking at her. All the girls left for lunch, and she was the only one in the room. In her duffle bag, she rummaged through and got out a cigarette.
She got out a lighter and puffed a few smokes and then sat on the bleachers. She closed her eyes as she held her cigarette in her right hand.
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