Okay I did this in like…short minutes okay so wth I don't care really, go away if you don't like crappy rushed stuff…
Gaara: Like usual...man she made it confusing this time...if you see bolded things its itachi , italics are flashbacks and normal is 'the girl'.
Itachi walked down the hallway with his cool new shades and brand-name clothing.
'Worth it posing for those middle aged ladies…' thought Itachi.
He had just signed another contract to wear clothing. Heck, he didn't care, he was getting paid dammit! Paid to wear clothes!
Girls dropped their books and stared in awe at the tall, handsome boy who was too cool to be true.
'Ehhh…what the heck…I only got an 89 for this!' a girl with glasses shrieked as she looked over her essay. 'Damn, the stupid fat geography teacher, damn you!'
'HAHA! Look at what I got! All you need to do is flirt with him and you get awesome marks! It's obvious isn't it? He writes all those porn books…' said another girl.
'Shut up Ellie, you have 36, 20, 36 man…'
'Well it's not my fault you're ugly!'
Sitting at the same table was the one girl who ever stood against Itachi, well, everyone in the 'Study Hall' during lunch was nerds who were so preoccupied with their studies to care about Itachi.
But that girl could have won any guys heart, except she wasn't that type of person.
She wore a large, black hoodie with black pants. Well, to tell you the truth, she would be camouflaged if she stood against a black background. On the outside, heh, just another weird, creepy goth. On the inside she was still burning from that moment Itachi broke everything she thought she believed in.
'I want that cd! Pleassee! PLEASSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE!' a young girl stood pointing at a CD with Itachi doing a cool-don't-touch-me pose.
'No.'
'Please!' cried the girl.
'No.'
'Come on, he isn't like those foolish guys who sing one song that makes it in the chart then goes downhill! He has feeling in his words! '
'Hey! Wake up Aiko!' the girl with glasses half-shouted.
The girl with the hoodie snapped back to life.
'I told you not to call me that!'
The girl with the glasses half glared at her. 'It was somewhat conspicuous that your hormones were elevated by the contemporary workload which consequently resulted in you abnormally more depressed than accustomed.'
The other girl sitting with them made a 'tch' sound and looked away.
'Look, I'm okay, just stop calling me Aiko.'
'What's wrong with Aiko anyways?' said the girl WITHOUT the glasses
'Ellie, you are popular and pretty not nerds like us, go away!' the girl with glasses half-shouted at her with futile actions.
'Tch, whatever Alex.' said Ellie. 'Look, why do you want us to call you Cearo anyways, its stupid.'
The hooded girl remained silent.
The two other girls took it as a dismissal and continued their argument about marks.
Aiko lay on the bed with her headphones on listening to the cd.
Death, die, whatever
Just make sure this lasts forever
Don't dream about nothing
When you've got something
Don't turn your eyes away from me
It's not her, then or she
Aiko just loved his voice. She loved his style and his inspirational words. He was such a cool, solemn person on TV but Aiko knew better. She had joined his fanclub and knew he was a kind person inside fighting away all the negatives about teenage rock stars.
I'm the one you want,
No time to fool around
Don't try to be cool
Don't try to be flaunt
Just know foreva, I'm here
He's nothing
Lemme feel your hear in my ear
Aiko almost sung along if her sister was not sleeping in her room. 'One day' she thought, 'One day she'll meet him and they'll discover what is forever.'
Aiko lay on the backyard porch. The sun was gleaming small rays through the dense clouds above. She glared at the sun.
It was the only thing that saw her face now. The pretty face had gone pale and the light flush that once dominated her cheeks were not there anymore. Computer games and cloak-like garments had stolen her youthful looks and turned her into a pale creature.
She lay on the grass staring at the sky through the one-sided glass box. No one would even know she was there. It was those dumb magic trick things that her dad had used.
A small droplet suddenly fell.
No it wasn't her crying, it was the sky crying as if acting on her side.
Those memories of her naïve and stupid past haunted her like a repetitive movie. She tried as hard as she could to push it out of her mind and live on. But…she couldn't…she had loved Itachi that much.
The droplets fell faster, smacking the glass. Aiko stared at them, unblinkingly.
She willed them to stop…she willed them to stop falling…
The raindrops only fell harder.
'If I knew he was such a bastard…' she thought in frustration.
She kicked the glass in frustration and it made a hollow ping noise. She shut her eyes and willed it all away.
Itachi looked around the room. A whole new year for him to start messing around. All the female teachers loved him and aced all his assignments. He smiled at his French teacher. The teacher blushed slightly and looked away.
All he needed to do was to continue this. On the outside all he would be a cool, murderous like guy and everyone would fall for him. Guys and girls alike.
The only problem was his Computers class. He had failed last year and he didn't care much as long as everything else pulled his average up. The computer class was a dork class where the only things the teacher did was sit at the front of the class staring at his laptop and typing away at mustang speed or doing whatever he chose. As long as everyone was silent, he didn't care much.
He handed out all the assignments and projects out at the beginning of the year and told them all to finish it by the end. He just looked at it and passed the student.
However, Itachi being the rebel of the class merely glared at the computer screen. Everyone in the class was nerds. None of them cared about Itachi and his 23 in the course, none of them could be intimidated by Itachi's superiority.
So, therefore, Itachi just failed the course without a doubt.
'HAH! I'm done! YEAHH! Free time for the rest of the year!' exclaimed Alex.
'Oh come on…I don't get this assignment man, it tells you to label every piece of hardware but the lamp isn't included right?'
'What? There's a lamp…oh shit.'
Aiko merely typed away furiously, ignoring her friends' quarrel. She had finished everything way sooner and was in a chat room.
articSURFclam: 'So…what's your name?'
demonOfdemons: 'I don't know you'
articSURFclam: 'Hey! We go to the same school don't we?'
demonOfdemons: 'So…?'
articSURFclam: 'Just tell me, I know you're in my computer's class right here right now…'
demonOfdemons: 'So…?'
articSURFclam: 'Come on…okay fine, whatever…do you play FFF?'
demonOf demons: 'YEAH! What level are you? I'm still a noob…'
articSURFclam: 'Eh…well I'm just level 20…'
demonOfdemons: HAH! PWN YOU…I'M LEVEL 56!'
Aiko actually giggled inwardly…she hadn't talked to much guys who shared her obsession over online games.
articSURFclam: 'HAH PWN YOU EVEN MORE! I just leveled to 92!'
demonOfdemons: 'Oh.'
articSURFclam: 'Look…if you do my homework, I'll level you!'
demonOfdemons: '…'
articSURFclam: 'So…what do you say?'
Aiko considered it.
demonOfdemons: 'Okay.'
articSURFclam: 'WHOOHHOOO! YEAH! I LUV YA! OKAY, HERE'S MY EMAIL, JUST SEND ME THE HOMEWORK AND I'LL LEVEL YOU! g2g…bai!
1:46 PM: articSURFclam has left the room.
Aiko's heart fluttered slightly but she willed it to stay calm. The words 'I love you' made her slightly uneasy.
'Hey Itachi! I just met this girl who can do our homework for us!' Kisame half-shouted.
Itachi smirked.
Just before class started, Mr. Hatake (computer teacher, no relation to Kakashi or else Alex/ Ellie would be madly in love with him.) had just yelled at him and said he never met such a stupid student before.
He even said he was sure he would fail this course.
Itachi was rarely ticked off, but Mr. Hatake was just plain pushing it. He smirked harder as he thought of the possible 90 and up that he could shove into that old and graying man.
Yep, this year was gonna be fine as long as that demon-girl/guy was gonna help him out.
Aiko sneezed.
END!
Gaara: O…kay…
TB: My, dearest Gaara, you doth teachest the torches to burn bright!
Gaara: (edges away) Um…
TB: OH GAAARA! IF I WERE A GLOVE ON YOUR HAND!
Gaara: Oh…Shakespeare eh, yeah, he kills writing skills.
TB: Refuse thy father and deny thy name…
Gaara: Oh shut up…(knocks TB unconscious) Er…okay, next time she updates will be after Easter…if she wakes up…