Title: Bully
Summary: Being a Senior in High School is supposed to be fun right? WRONG. What's fun about getting swirlies every week and being shoved into lockers on a daily basis? "Oh Sakura he picks on you because he likes you." "Mom, what fantasy world are you living in?"
You smell like toilet
"Ino, it was the worst day of my life." Sakura sighed and closed her eyes as she lay on her bed, still adorned in her school uniform.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad. I mean, was the guy cute?" she asked, giggling.
Ino's optimistic attitude was starting to get old pretty quick.
"Ino! He shoved me into a locker! A locker that I was stuck in for 7 hours. 7 hours I could have been learning. BUT NO-"
"Sakura! Chill girl. Breathe." her friend soothed, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by her friends outburst.
Sakura took a deep breath and started to count to ten. 1.…2.…3.…
She tried to think of things to do that would take her mind off of the day she had had. Maybe she should read some more Icha Icha, or maybe do all the homework she had been assigned since she missed all of her classes.
Yeah. She should catch up on her homework.
There was a series of soft knocks on her bedroom door before it cracked open and her mom stuck her head in.
Sakura's mom looked a lot like her, only she was 40 years old instead of 18, and her hair was a darker shade of pink than her daughters'.
She also didn't wear glasses, and had a much fuller chest.
Not that Sakura was flat chested, it was just her mom was packing a bit more in that department.
Just as the young girl was starting to get creeped out by her mom's stare the older women began to speak.
"Oh Sakura, he picks on you because he likes you." she stated, still staring her daughter down with that sad smile.
"Mom." Sakura stated calmly, gathering all of her moms attention.
"We met today." she informed her, not expecting her mom to change her opinion whatsoever.
"Love at first sight!" her mom yelled, getting more optimistic and excited by the second.
All these glass-half-full attitudes were really starting to frustrate her.
"Mom, what fantasy world are you living in?"
"When a boy likes you in high school, he doesn't make fun of you." she continued.
"He gets you drunk." she mumbled under her breath, turning her head to glare at the wall.
"That's nice dear. Well get some rest you've got a big detention tomorrow!" her mom informed her excitedly before slamming the door.
"Your moms crazy."
"Tell me about it."
It was Tuesday morning, and Sakura's second day at Leaf High. She had made sure to get there extra early so she could hurry up and find her classroom before anything out of the ordinary happened.
'It was just a bad day. Everything will be fine.' she told herself, taking a deep breath and continuing her quiet walk down the hall.
It was deserted. So deserted that she wondered if she was even allowed to be here this early.
She tightened her hold on her back pack straps, thinking of how she would love to be reading right now, but she had forced herself to stash her precious book away so she could watch where she was going.
She didn't want a repeat of yesterday.
Finally, she reached her first class. Pushing open the door she grinned when she saw she was the first one there.
She happily walked all the way to the back of the classroom and took a seat by the window in the second to last row. Her favorite place to sit. She just loved window seats.
She sighed, opening her back pack and sliding out her favorite reading material.
'At last.'
She sighed and began to read, barley aware of the students that entered the classroom after her.
Before she knew it, the class was full of chatter and the teacher had arrived.
"Okay class," he began, turning to write the lesson plan of the day onto the board.
She politely put her book away and got out a pencil and notebook, along with a few pens just in case. Glancing at the board, she saw the teacher's name was Mr. Hatake, and to her extreme pleasure, he seemed to be nice…and a little attractive.
Sakura shook the thought from her mind and continued to take notes. She was determined to make straight A's senior year, just as she had all through high school and elementary. Nothing was going to stop her. Nothing was going to go wrong-
"You're in my seat."
Sakura looked up to see who was talking to her, only to come face to face with Kiba, who's name she remembered from her visit in the principal's office.
"I don't see your name on it." she shot back, wanting more than anything for him to just leave her alone and let her have her glorious window seat.
Kiba gave a short, very fake laugh. He was clearly not amused at all by her.
"Excuse me?" he asked in a semi-disbelieving tone. He was obviously not used to being stood up to, but then again, Sakura wasn't used to getting thrown into lockers.
"Kiba, please take a seat." the teacher chimed in, eyeing the two students sternly.
"I would if Ms. Specs here would get out of it."
"Another glasses joke? Really? Grow up." she continued to take notes, attempting to ignore his glare and the snickers that were escaping the students that had turned to watch.
"Kiba. Seat. Now. See me after class." Mr. Hatake ordered, quickly becoming annoyed at being interrupted.
He gave her one last spiteful look before turning to walk to the front of the class, making sure to push her notebook and pens off of her desk, sending them clattering across the floor.
She let out an annoyed sigh, leaning over to pick up her fallen school supplies.
She picked up her notebook and placed it messily on her desk, not bothering to straighten out the crumpled pages before leaning back over to start picking up her pens.
"Here."
She would have smiled and said thank you, but the student who was currently handing her all of her pens was Sasuke Uchiha, the very same guy who's locker she had been trapped in.
He just so happened to be the one who was sitting directly behind her. She hadn't even seen him come in!
She couldn't help but be a bit angry that he had waited until the end of the day to open his locker at all. Did he carry all his books with him or something?
Unheard of…
Then again not many people carried around as many books as her, which brought her back to the memory of Sasuke finding her dirty novel.
Sakura snatched the pens back as quickly as possible, mumbling a thanks and turning around in her seat to hide her rapidly reddening cheeks.
The lesson went on and she found herself enjoying the class. The work was taking her mind off of all her problems.
"So," Sasuke began to whisper behind her. "do you read those books for the plot or…" he left the question hanging, and she could clearly hear the suggestiveness in the way he had asked the question.
Should she answer? No. No of course she shouldn't answer, what a stupid thing to do. Maybe she should just feign ignorance.
"Or what?" she asked, making sure to use her most innocent voice.
Perfect, there was no way this guy would-
"For the sex." he stated, no longer whispering but using a normal inside voice.
A few students in the row next to them gave them weird looks, waiting for Sakura to respond to Sasuke's strange, seemingly random comment.
At least that's what it looked like they were doing, since they were staring directly at her.
She suspected Sasuke was probably eyeing her, waiting for an answer.
Thankfully, Mr. Hatake saved her from the humility by asking Sasuke to answer a question. The attention was ripped from her and she bowed her head down in relief.
The lesson ended and Sakura gathered her things and walked out, taking her small schedule slip from her pocket and checking what her next class was.
Without warning, strong arms wrapped around her legs and she was thrown over a muscular shoulder.
"Hey! What the heck are you doing-" she stopped short as twisted her head around to find that familiar dark brown hair.
"Oh no.." she groaned, pounding her fists against his back and kicking her feat around in the air violently.
But nothing seemed to be working. What the hell was he made of?
A few students shook their heads, ashamed that they went to school with such a horrible person, however, no one stopped to help. No one even tried to say anything.
"Suigetsu! Open the door!"
Sakura stopped her kicking and screaming to try and get a look at who he was talking to.
The guy had white hair, the tips of it had a bit of blue on them, like he had once died it all blue and now it had grown back out.
Before she could fully analyze the newcomers appearance, a horrible, putrid smell filled her nostrils and she clasped her hands over her mouth and nose.
She only knew one place that could smell this disgusting and still be allowed to be stationed in a building.
The boys bathroom.
Kiba carried her across the dirty tiled floor and stopped in front of a stall.
'This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.' she thought over and over, though it didn't seem to be helping.
Suigetsu opened the stall, holding it open while he put Sakura's legs in a firm, secure hold, so that she was unable to move them.
Sakura's hands shot out and grasped the edges of the grimy toilet bowl to stop herself from being submerged in the gross toilet water.
She let out the loudest scream she possibly could, her arms shaking as they began to give out.
She was losing strength.
Her glasses slipped off and landed in the toilet bowl.
Shortly after, her hands slipped and she quickly held her breath before she felt her hair becoming soaked. She closed her eyes and blew air out of her nose, trying her hardest not to get any water inside of it.
Kiba dunked her head underwater three times before he finally let go of her completely, as did his friend Suigestu, and she fell onto the floor, her hair sticking to her face, reeking of toilet water.
The two boys walked out of the bathroom laughing hysterically.
As soon as the door closed behind them she used her thumb and pointer finger to get her glasses out of the water. She wiped them on her shirt just as she felt her throat tighten and her face heat up.
She was going to cry. She was going to cry and it was only her second day of school.
She heard the door to the bathroom open and she quickly blinked away her tears and stood up, preparing herself to be humiliated further before she even got the chance to clean herself up.
Putting her glasses on, she sniffed and walked out of the stall, keeping her eyes downcast as she began to walk as fast as humanly possible past whomever had just entered the bathroom.
She felt the familiar sensation of someone grabbing her bicep and she quickly looked up, fear building in her stomach.
It was Sasuke. Again. Was he stalking her or something?
She saw the corner of his lips twitching. He was obviously trying not to laugh. At least it seemed that way.
Honestly, she knew how ridiculous she looked, but did he really have to laugh right after it happened?
"You smell like toilet." his face remained emotionless, even after his bizzare statement.
Charming.
Usually if Sakura was having a bad day at school she could look forward to lunch.
But this time she couldn't.
She had no friends.
And she couldn't even go to lunch because she had detention.
Detention with the guy who just told her she smelled like a toilet.
It was official. She hated her life.
Hmmm...don't think I like this chapter very much...Whatevs. :P