Series: Naruto
Setting: AU
Prompt: 13. Test
Rating: T
Word Count: 1, 891
Warnings: Language
Summary: No matter how far away you try to get from someone you always seemed to get stuck with them.

His Analysis

Getting settled into a new school usually was a nuisance for any teenager especially branching out into the social system to mingle with the other students so your time would be spent in making new relationships that would last for a life time or until you moved schools. No matter where it was or what year it had been, the classes always split up into the noticeable pairings that clung together drawing in the types from all over the place. He had been given a welcoming guide around the premise to properly show him where to go and who to look out for by the Senior School Council President as well as the subtle hints of after school clubs to join especially since the newspaper was looking for some fresh new faces to dig for information.

Lunchtime these groups became more predominate crowded around the cafeteria and other parts of the grounds easily labeling each one for who they are. The beauties, the jocks, they were the popular one of the school and ever though they all worse the mandatory school uniform you could still tell they were. Accessories and two sizes too tight for the girls, heavily polished by layers upon layers of makeup covering up the marks of surgery that hadn't properly healed from the nose jobs their parent's had forked out for. The jocks always had some kind of sports equipment around with them, usually a basketball hooked under their arm to bounce at the random moments discussing the upcoming away game when they were gawking over at the beauties, commenting on which one they nailed on the weekend. Further down the line there were the geeks, a group that he would have easily belonged to if he actually wanted human contact. Every moment was talking about the latest games, who had finally reached level 70 in World of Warcraft and who had found the best shrine on the internet for their character of choice. They had evolved from the previous of having their nose buried in books dropping that glasses wearing pimple faced image to evolve into a variety of forms, some good looking others not, all shapes and sizes but all have a love for their consoles and television shows of choice.

All and any group you could think of were accommodated for as well as those rebellious ones that had people cursing and squealing at the same time for their stick it to everyone attitude. Self proclaimed bad boys and their sleep with everyone skanks trolling around doing nothing productive with their time except for drink and smoke it away, not worried about the future since the life of a street worker is quite productive, unless you end up dead. It wasn't like Itachi has singled out any of the packs to hate, each he equally detested with the labels pushed upon them because it was the way of society, just that none he fit in so he became what was considered a loner hiding away from them all for a moment of peace and quiet instead of having to listen to the bullshit of gabber except for class that was, another beginning of the day drawing almost to the end of first week with a couple more classes to explore.

Thankfully his lessons were somewhat more advanced than the others being accepted into Advanced Placement to nurture the willing minds in preparation for college to come, what he wanted to do there not even Itachi was sure of, what they wanted him to do was more than clear. Follow family tradition was what was drilled from a tender age only that it wasn't in his interest to carry that out so options were still open. Letters started to flood in from prospective campuses wanting him to join their illustrious institution given his bright mind and his financial background, the generous offerings that families gave was something they were all after. Only one would be chosen eventually. Still he couldn't fight the present with those loudening cheers of rambunctious teenagers that had attention spans of peanuts to start a ruckus.

Each one of them had a tale of what happened on the weekend and who they were with, parties, social outings, spoken gaming events that they were victorious in, the everyday talk that kids their age had causing throbbing sounds repeating in his head from the acoustic incident brought on by the group of girls squealing when one revealed that she had now lost her virginity. None of that caught his interest for a moment, only turning to look at the door with another loud sound approaching, hopefully followed by a teacher only that was once again missing but there was one other familiar face in the crowd. The one he had already crossed paths with, the blue eyes locking onto him in a glare as he took his seat quietly for once seemingly holding a grudge against him for their altercation. Amazingly he had enough brains left in there to be in such a high level class.

"What are you lookin' at?" the blonde growled back at him with a shove of his head in a threatening way toward him. Seems he was still very bitter.

A clearing of a throat brought the level down to silence, all eyes turning back towards the front of the class finishing off all conversations with the arrival of their teacher. Chatter started up once they saw her appearance expecting the old geezer Hatano to be teaching class, maybe he had croaked it during the break. Not that they minded the new one that looked like she was fresh out of university and probably optimistic in teaching them in some kind of relate to the students way but most of them weren't concerned with that especially the boy's who were gawking over her body, the girls whispering how pretty she was.

"Welcome to AP Human Geography. I'm your teacher Takako Yuri" Light fingers rubbed the side of his face at the fiery red head with breasts double the size of what you saw on most people out on the street, the way her shirt was just like the other girls being two sizes to small to cut the flow of oxygen off could have seen her as one previously but there was some thing for certain, Miss Takako was not a full blooded Japanese. "And this semester we will be studying Human Society and its Environment" All long as she had the brain to back up that filling shirt then that was all he cared about. "At the end of the class I will be giving you all your assignments to be completed by the end of semester where you will be giving your final presentations to the class but for now turn to page five and we will begin"

Escalating groans told her that they weren't happy about that, silenced quickly to get back to their work typing up notes and sneaking in IM during the class until the clock ticked closer to the end of the class and books and all laptops were to be closed while she handed out the paperwork to everyone. A few confused faces at what they were looking at, some a bit stunned getting the wrong impression from it but all were looking for explanations. The teacher explained that this year was something of importance in a life of a student, that final step moving into the adult world on their own leaving childish natures behind. What they were to do for the next six months were to casually observe their designated partner to see if they could notice changes in their patterns to accommodate this, also normal lifestyle between the groups taking notes of their actions.

"Isn't that called stalking?" Reactive chuckles came from the comment of the smart ass, of course someone had to be so ludicrous to come up with that one.

"Only if you use binoculars" Takako retaliated smugly certainly able to give it out if sarcasm came towards her. "Now your partners" One by one she rattled off the pairs getting some groans unhappy with their choice and others cheered from being placed with friends, the unsatisfied ones trying to barging their way out of it thinking they were going to have to actually spend time mingling with the groups getting involved in their lives. Shaking her head she once again explained it was surveillance and not interaction.

End of class sounded drawing bodies out of the seats to move towards the next, Deidara throwing his chair back into place utterly pissed off with who he was placed with more than definitely going to give the teacher a large chunk of his mind. "I am not partnering with him, un! Why the hell did I get stuck with that bastard" he cursed pointing solid fingers in Itachi's direction who was still packing up his gear. Anyone but him, he didn't want to delve into his life, in his own mind he wasn't even worthy to be in his.

Tapping the collection of books in her hand they fell back into place, sighing at the aggressive blonde that she had heard more than her fair share of stories about him. "First surname with the last surname. You are at the top Deidara and Itachi is the bottom"

That was the worst reason he had ever heard of, just because he was the first person on roll call and he was the last, she should have just drawn names out of a hat or something. "I don't care" he sulked turning away to jut his lip out having a hissy fit. Then again he didn't have to do it, he could have just made some lies up and said he was some very quiet person who always read a lot and never changed because he was a nerd and then submit that in. She wouldn't know the difference at all. Seeing the taller male leave, he wasn't going to let him walk out so quietly especially if he complained about it thrusting his shoulder into his rib cage, squaring his eyes off not backing down in his decision to change even if she wasn't going to allow it.

Itachi's focus reminded dead ahead at the blackboard, not faltering for a moment because he was being threatened into saying something, instead opening his mouth up to speak his mind about something else. "You afraid I might find out that you are only rebelling against the world because your mother doesn't care and spends more time focused on her career than her own son and that your father spends his days drinking away his sorrow and beating you up because of the bitter divorce he was dragged through"

Deep red shifted towards him in a harden stare that caused Deidara to be temporarily dumbfounded, a fleeting reaction quickly turned to balling his fists up tensing all muscles in his body wanting to take another swing at him for trying to analyse him like that. "Shut up! You know nothing, un!" he yelled in a retort, loosing up one of his fist enough to shovel the brunette back into the desk storming off out of the class and down to corridor. He was completely off… his father did not beat him.