I won't Cross these streets until You hold my hand

I was going to have to go to school. I don't think I could stand another mother-rant it's really too much for me. With all the shit I have to deal with, the last thing I need is an angry menopausal woman who vents her pent-up rage about how her butt is getting saggy and the fact that dad doesn't want to have sex anymore, on her only child: me. With that being said, I rush off to school, the place of learning and fun. More like the place of drug dealing and drive-bys. But what's the difference?
When I got to school I saw the usual. Ino the most popular girl; and probably the most bulimic girl in Konoha High puking up a storm with Bri, Brianna, Brittany, Summer, and Autumn. Hinata being...Well,Hinata-like. Kiba peeing on stuff with his dog. Shikamaru sleeping while saying "troublesome...",obviously stoned. Shino quietly talking to himself in a corner. Neji, staring down a squrriel Lee prancing around to "Beautiful Soul" by Jesse McCartney in his SKINTIGHT green jumpsuit, reenacting a scene from Bambi 2. I had to look away...THAT DAMNED SUIT SHOWED EVERYTHING.
"IT'S LIKE HE'S FRICKING TRYING TO SMUGGLE GRAPES!" Inner Sakura screamed while she covered her eyes from the evil but it didn't stop us from being temporarily blinded.
This was going to be a long day. English. The usual; no one paying, the deaf philipino lady who claimed to be our teacher, any mind. I mean who gives a flying fuck if the comma goes there or you capitalize after a period! it all sounds the same when you read it. Gym was going okay until I had to partner up with Sharpova; the obese chick with the unibrow who somewhat resembles a monkey humping a heifer, well, she attempted to do the splits. And let's just say Sharpova decided to announce she's going commando in public without saying a word; right in front of me. I spent a lot of time in the school therapist's office after that ordeal. Just in time to miss the only class I don't mind: art. But just in the nick of time for history. Oh lord. We were simply asked to name a country and some dumbass yelled out "UTAH"
So we had a hour and a half lecture about the difference between countries and states. Not that I was a big fan of learning but, goddamn let's move on to something; say a little out of the SPECIAL EDUCATION level. And math. Ahhh, math. Not only am I the only Asian who has natural pink hair but I'm also the only Asian who is bad at math. I hate math with a passion. If I ever had the chance to meet the person who invented math I'd rip his (it's most likely a man) eyeballs out, chop his balls off and trick him in to eating it. Then I'd slice every limb off his body slowly with a dull butter knife then drag him by his hair to the nearest car, slam the door on his head and drive for about fifty miles, dragging his limbless body across the steaming asphalt. Unless he was hot then it's a completely different story. But I doubt that, I mean what hot guy ever invented any thing? Yeah, that's right, none, nada, zip, zero. So yeah; you get the basic idea. Math sucks big time. End of discussion. Finally the school day ends. With Lee announcing to the whole school his eternal, youthful, burning love for me, in return, the people that actually cared were loudly contemplating if I was really a guy because there is no possible way to use the words 'Lee' and 'straight' in a sentence unless there is a 'not' or 'no fucking way' in front of it. A nice topper on my wonderful day. I had no plans what so ever after school because I'm a loser, so I figured I'd walk down to the Seven Eleven by my crap-apartment, buy a Slurpee and a king sized Snickers, settle in to my pajamas and watch the Gilmore Girls while wallowing in self pity. What I didn't count on was running head first in to metal pole then tripping over the curb, face planting in to cement. I picked myself up, praying to God no one saw. "Sakura"
"Sasuke! oh shit! um...what are you doing here?" I frantically flapped my arms, trying to dust myself off, praying harder than ever, that he didn't see me face-plant in to the sidewalk.
"um...I live near here. Are you okay? Nasty fall." he said, trying to suppress his laughter.
"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! THAT DAMN POLE CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE THEN THE CURB OF THE SIDEWALK LURCHED AT ME, SIDE SWEEPING ME, MAKING ME LOOK LIKE I TRIPPED WHEN IN REALITY I GOT MY ASS HANDED TO ME BY INANIMATE OBJECTS! GODDAMMIT! THEY'RE LIKE FREAKING NINJAS!" I started to flip out.
"That's a likely story." he mused, probably thinking I was crazy.
"Yeah, damn straight. File that one under strange but true." I spat back. "Haruno"
Then I turned around to meet with none other than Neji Hyuuga. "Whaddya want, pretty-man? I'm busy." I rolled my eyes at that guy, psh, always acting like Mr. tough. "For you to move your ass so we can go to Uchiha's" he raised his eyebrows, as if to add, not that you're invited or anything. "Whatcha gonna do over there, Hyuuga? try to rape him"
"You can come and watch Sakura-chan" Kiba teased, as he playfully poked Neji's arm. A little to playfully if you ask me, an excuse to touch his arm, perhaps? I wondered if they were a couple.
"Yeah, Sakura you should come..." Shikamaru grinned sheepishly, still baked, thanks to Ino's party. 'what is up with all these hot guys popping up outta nowhere?' Inner Sakura pondered Then came to the conclusion that the writer is too damn lazy to give them a proper introduction but quickly decided it was okay because they were all so goddamn hot. "Sasuke?" I gave him the please-can-I-come-over-to-your- house-look "Hn"Sasuke...Hn-ed. "I'll take that as a HELL YES!"Inner Sakura,smirked. As I followed the Sasuke and the guys to his apartment.