Cute. No, screw that, hot. The guy, I mean. Blond, short, hot…
Okay. Let me start over.
The boy that stole my chair is really cute…hot. He is short from what I can see, and has spiky golden hair and ice blue eyes and strange markings on his cheeks. You know, he can have my chair.
The heavyweight sensei gives me my schedule and I walk like a robot into the classroom. I plop down across from hot-blond-boy. My face is burning when I feel him tap my shoulder. I look over sloooowly.
"Hey. Can I see your schedule?" he grins. I give a squeal and edge away, but toss the paper at him. He raises an eyebrow, but reads it, and smiles. "Cool, we have art and biology together."
My chest is beating loudly and I feel it through my "Backstage Pass" t-shirt. He grins at me again (what sharp teeth, like blue-skinned guy) and hands me my schedule. I stare obsessively at the spiked wristbands sliding down his thin arm. Punk rocker.
People file into the room at the last second looking panicked. Guess this class is really hard to find. The teacher stands up and starts to lay down the rules, like they're the law. I sit and watch him with hawk-eyes. I don't dare talk in his class. Though it is funny how he is sweating and red-faced.
From the side of the room I see two girls snickering. It's the same spastic blond from before, again, and she's talking to a tiny girl with vivid pink hair. Pink. This school is so awkward. Suddenly they are cackling so hard Pinkie raises her hand in the air and waves it, the rubber bracelets sliding down her wrist.
Heavyweight eyes it. "Yesss?" He slithers like a snake.
"I was just wondering. If I poke you in the stomach will you say 'Ooh-ooh!'" She slapped her palms on her stomach and laughed. The class erupted in laughter, and I even rolled forward on that one. He did look kind of like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.(1)
He squinted, but couldn't say anything, because the whole class was calling him names so he couldn't pinpoint one person. Instead, Teru-sensei got a wicked grin and polished his forehead with a tissue. "Well class, I think that outburst speaks for itself. We now have signed seats by tomorrow."
We all groaned, me being the loudest. Everyone tossed glares at Pinkie. Now I can't sit next to blond-cutie.
Class went on dully. I stopped paying attention.
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Algebra is probably going to be my favorite class, for all the wrong reasons.
A sultry looking dark haired boy is there. Cracking me up already, getting me scolded. This boy with a bored-looking expression is there too, and he always says something smart to make the teacher grumble. Choji (a hungry boy from middle school) won't stop eating and leaving chips everywhere. He makes me laugh because he looks like a plump teddy bear.
I told him so and he smiled.
Some creepy boy with purple makeup and silver fingernails is there too, making stupid jokes that makes me snort to tears. He always smiles at me when I do. There are other people too, but they don't interrupt as much and aren't as funny.
I feel bad for laughing, because our sensei, Kakashi, is really nice and funny himself. He keeps his face covered up, but he's cute, you can tell from his eyes only. He has unique snow-white hair even though he is like, mid-twenties, I guess.
We have work on the first day. He's explaining it and I'm just staring at my paper fish-mouthed, feeling my eyes water. With all these cute and funny people in the class that I suck in, I feel even more embarrassed at my faults.
"Hinata. Ah, a Hyuuga. I'm sure you can answer number four, as you're staring at your paper so hard. What is the correct statement?"
My cheeks heat up and I gaze slowly at him. My mouth is dry, but I decide to be smart since I really don't know. "I-I don't know, s-sensei. Don't c-confuse me with m-m-my Nii-san." I prop my head onto my hands, smiling smugly. "I'm not a self-loathing snot."
Kakashi-sensei doesn't flinch, but the class giggles. Uh-oh, I think I said the wrong thing to this one. "Hinata, would you see me after class?" He turned to the overhead and went on with the problem. My face blew full-on tomato red while everyone "Oooohed."
The bell clanged, but it sounded more like a death toll for me. Two after-class stops on my first day. I stare at my desk while everyone shuffles by, and someone taps my desk lightly.
"He's a prissy-ass fruit. Don't worry about him." I look up and see creepy purple-makeup boy smiling at me. I smile. "I failed him last year. I should know." He waves at me without turning, and disappears into the melting stream of students. I listen to the loud chaos outside while I wait.
Kakashi-sensei takes a long time fixing his folders, and walks over to me casually. I can't help feeling like I'll be late.
"Hinata." He states and sits on the desk next to me. He analyzes me with his eyes, and I feel like I'm being x-rayed with his blood red left eye. "You don't have to act like the rest of my students. Be yourself. As for me, I'm sorry for calling on you like that. Just tell me next time, okay?"
I mutter "Okay" and look down. I feel like I'm about to cry, and I know my face is puffing up, which happens before I start whimpering. He takes out a note and scribbles something on it, hands it to me, and walks back to his desk. I hurry out of the room as the class starts to fill up.
"Who does he think he is? Being 'understanding?'" I snarl, wiping at my eyes, which must be red, as much as I've been crying today. I'm so mad I don't even look at my schedule, just march through the empty hallway to my next class.
The bell rings but I march on. I finally reach the giant double doors and feel the color drain out my face. My next class was P.E. Ugh!
I push past the doors and a tall, young man looks at me, then smiles. I freeze. He looks just like Lee, must be his dad or something. I walk slowly up to him and hand him my schedule and the yellow note. "I-I have a n-note…" I mumble. He takes both and waves to the thirty or so kids scowling on the gym floor. "Alrighty, I'll look at it. Just find a spot, Hinata. Ah, you're a friend of Lee's." I nod but don't see his expression and walk to the very back, plopping down on a yellow dot.
The kids are murmuring. "Is he seriously walking in those shorts?" It's the pretty girl from the bus stop, the one in the gang. She's laughing, but I won't talk to her now, even though earlier I would have. She's definitely in what my father calls a "bad crowd."
"Mmmm, I don't mind," says purple-makeup-glittery-nails guy from last class, smirking at the sensei's butt in the atrocious yellow-green shorts. I stare at him fish-mouthed. He was…gay? I mean, okay, wow.
"Uh, Kankuro." Someone up ahead grimaces. "He's way too old."
"Not that body." Kankuro purrs, and I snicker. I think this class won't be so bad, even though I get seriously owned at sports.
"Alright class, I'm sure you know, but this period is Physical Education. Now, in high school you usually take a certain sport the whole year. This class is different, just like middle school, so you take different things year-round. Youth need to be diversified!"
"What's his name?" I lean forward and ask to no one in particular.
"Gai-sensei." Kankuro is still undressing him with his eyes, which is a little creepy. "Last year I didn't have him. He's new. Rawr." I laughed at his purr. Kankuro does sort of look like a cat.
The period goes by really fast, surprisingly, even though all I know so far is Kankuro and the pretty girl. We just got a bunch of papers and a huge lecture about "sports and youth." I talked to Kankuro pretty much the whole time, and he's really cool. At the end when the bell rang, he let out a sigh. "Thank God. I was gonna lose it if he said 'youth' one more time."
I giggled. "Y-you horndog."
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I've actually been dreading lunch, but it was really easy to find a table. Tenten was there, waving like crazy, and we giggled about our day as we held our spot. She told me to get there fast, because people were "fucking thieves."
Soon enough Kiba and Shino arrived, and Shino seemed amazed at how much my hair had grown. I was such a showoff about it. We all walked to the Kiosk, which was a neat little place outside that apparently sold better food than inside. "Get here first, or don't get here at all," Tenten told me once again. "The name of the game is speed, Hinata. People will not hesitate to kick your ass in line. You shouldn't either."
After we took the long walk back and sat down, scarfing down our food to talk, I felt pretty confident about my day. It sucked, and it rocked, so it was cool.
Suddenly there was a loud commotion near the trash cans, and it turned out to be the same gang of bullies messing with some people. Just then, a light bulb went off in my head.
"Hey Tenten," I turn to her, and she looked up from her Caesar salad. "Can I ask you something? Since you know about things, and all." I nibbled on my noodles.
"Sure." She chewed on a lettuce leaf like a mouse.
"You see that gang of people?" I nodded so I wouldn't have to point to attract attention. "There's a little girl who hangs out with them. Who is she?"
Tenten opened her mouth abruptly, but stopped. She gave a small grin, devious, and just stuffed her face with salad. "Her name's Haku. That's all I know." There was a sing-song in her voice that told me she was teasing me, but I didn't ask further. She'd tell me later. Maybe there was too many people.
"Why? You know 'er?" Kiba asked, his face all smeared with barbecue from his chicken. Sometimes I think he is just a barbarian, but in a lovable way. I shrugged. I didn't want to bring up the bully party I saw earlier in the day. I wanted to keep the conversation light.
"She's in A-lunch," Tenten told me. "You won't see her here."
Oh, I wasn't worried about that. What about Bandana-dude?
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(1) Some of you might not know who the Pillsbury Dough Boy is. He's a white chubby…something or other that goes "Ooh-ooh!" when he's poked, and he's a mascot for Pillsbury rolls and stuff.
Sorry it sucked. I'm trying!
It is getting seriously boring though, no need to tell me that.