"Mom, can you please tell Raoul that he doesn't have to come into the dorm with me? This is embarrassing."
Tenten tried to balance a cream-colored Chanel quilted purse and a black Jack spade laptop bag in one hand and a giant Hermes shopping bag in the other while cradling her platinum sliver against her shoulder. Her parents' personal assistant, Raoul, who was like two pounds and looked like a total nerd, struggled to lift up two of her boxes. He would a couple steps, stop and wheeze with his inhaler, and start again.
"Honey you need his help," her mother cooed in her suburban mom—botox—drunk accent on the other end of the line. "You can't carry all of those heavy things by yourself!"
Tenten groaned and closed her phone. Everyone else carried their own stuff—no matter how loaded they were. Drivers just left their bags on the curb in front of the dorm. It wasn't as if anybody was going to walk off with your shit! But her parents, Aguri and Hanae Takahashi of New Hampshire, babied her to no end.
Her parents were the biggest phonies ever and she hated it. Her father, the most prominent plastic surgeon in the tri-state area, was known for the highest percentage of fat he could lipo out of a patient in a single sitting. And the only time her mother accompanied Tenten to Breckwidge was when she was still an eight grader touring the school. Their marriage was a sham. Her mom has had breast implants, lip surgery, the works. They have been faithful to each other since Tenten turned 3. They even sleep in different rooms.
"You really don't have to help me, after driving all this way." Tenten smiled apologetically. She'd have to remember to send him some hot/cold packs for when he got home.
"It's fine," Raoul replied in an exhausted voice, while trying to balance a box. He set it down and waved at her as he walked back to his car.
When she unlocked her dorm room, to see her best friend, sakura who had perfect parents—her mother the best wife a Governor ever had and her father proudly spoken about. But, no—she took it all for granted.
"Hey," Tenten said in a low voice.
"Hey, yourself." Sakura leaned against the window and crossed her arms.
She looked like she spent her whole summer exercising and feeding off of Trident gum. Her hair was shoved into a messy low ponytail and she had that slightly dazed look.
She looked kind of stressed and very thin.
Sakura was cute and pretty in a preppy way—she was the captain of the cheerleaders and the best field hockey player. Tenten had milky white skin, but she got a tan, her eyes were olive and gold, and she had beautiful brown hair. When she was little she used to put into two buns, but now wore it out. Her features were very fair and delicate. In other terms she was gorgeous.
It was weird seeing sakura and comparing herself to her again. Tenten was usually the thin one, but still managed to have a half way decent chest. But sakura just didn't look like sakura. Last year, it was Temari, Sakura, and Tenten. But then Sasuke came in the picture and everything changed.
Sakura was good at getting people to do what she wanted. She convinced Hiro to dump Temari, steal Kia, and leave Deidara out in the dust. Then she convinced Itachi to date Lira even though he would still cheat, Temari wanted Kiba but convinced Kiba to go out with Hinata. She brought together Neji and Tenten and went around Temari again and dated Sasuke. Temari wound up with Shikamaru but after she got kicked out of school the two called it quits.
"Did you highlight your hair," Tenten asked. Sakura smiled. Sakura had light red streaming through her hair drawing in her emerald eyes.
"Yea, I wanted a change."
"I like it," Tenten declared. "It looks awesome."
Sakura loved to show Tenten up. Tenten rested her laptop bag on her bed.
"So how come you didn't call me all summer?"
"I…called you," Sakura stammered, widening her eyes.
"No, you didn't you sent me one text message—in June."
"Well, you didn't respond!"
"I…" Tenten's phone began to rung. It was Neji.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." Sakura left the room.
"Hi, Neji." She started to smile.
"Hey babe, you think about it yet?" Tenten shuddered. She had spent the summer with Neji and his family in California. One night when everyone had went out he proposed that they should have sex. She told him she'd think about it.
"Uh…I'm still not sure."
"That's okay. Hey um…you going to the party at my dorm tonight?"
"There's a party. Uh…sure I'll go." She was glad he was so understanding.
"Look, I'm not gonna force you to do anything. You know I'm already experienced so I won't bite." She half chuckled.
"Um…look Neji I'll see you later…I really want to take a shower." He chuckled in the phone.
"Okay, I'll be thinking about you all hot and steamy." She couldn't help but to laugh and hung up the phone.
She loved everything about Neji. His soft long chocolate hair. His beautiful lavender eyes and his body was perfectly built. But, she was just to afraid to give him what she knows he's dying for. She'll just give him another blow job and cool his hormones down.
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"I'm looking for Ino Yamanaka." A wolverine looking man came in the lounge.
"Well, that's Mr. Azuma, he's looking for you," Hiro whispered in her ear. She sighed and stood up.
"I'll be there tonight…bye you guys." Deidara and Hiro nodded. She walked up to Azuma.
"I'm Ino Yamanaka," she half squeaked.
"I'm Azuma Sarutobi. But, just call Mr. Azuma." He glanced over her shoulders at the pile of boxes and suitcases.
"Well, boys I'm gonna need your help bring these things across." Hiro and Deidara smiled and picked up a box each. Azuma picked up her heavy Lois Vuitton trunk and Ino grabbed her duffel and one of the stripped suitcases. They all emerged to the Grench dorm and had to lug up all three flights to her dorm. They placed her things down in front if room 301.
Azuma sank to the floor exhausted.
"Uh, you boys take over. I need a medic." He slowly went downstairs and the three went down also. When they dropped the last items in front of the door, Ino leant against the wall. Hiro leaned his arm on the wall; his hand was right above her shoulder. He was panting really hard and looked tired.
"See what I do for—you—Ya—ma—naka." She blushed and he softly caressed her cheek.
"Make sure you come tonight." She nodded.
"Thanks guys." They nodded and walked back down they stairs. Ino forgot her Samsonite and rushed down the stairs. Walking across the field she bumped into a tall, blue black haired, onyx eyed boy. She dropped on the floor and he smiled down at her. He looked like a mini version of Itachi. He reached his hand down to help her. Her pulled her up and she noticed he had a semi-version of her dad's outfit. Dress shirt untucked, with black paint stained skinny jeans.
"You should be more careful." His voice was serious but his facial expression friendly.
"You paint?" She had to ask. He smiled at her.
"Yea, names Sasuke Uchiha." She shook his hand.
"Ino Yamanaka, I met your brother…is he your brother?" Sasuke demeanor changed.
"Unfortunately." He smiled again.
"Well, um I paint watercolors, I draw too," she squeaked. Having a father who's artistic has its benefits.
"Your not like other girls, I can tell. But, your still wild. I read about you all the time. You make my wildness seem dull." She half laughed.
"Thanks, I guess."
"Um…when classes start why don't we paint together?" He smirked at her.
"Why not…look I gotta pick something up, see you around?" He nodded and both walked away.
Okay, correction. She now had three boys to deal with!
She walked back up to her room and opened the door. Ino pulled all her things into her room and let out a big breath.
"Uh, hello." Ino said breathless. Sakura was wrapped in her towel and Tenten holding hers.
"Who are you," Sakura asked eyeing her.
"Ino Yamanaka, I'm your new roommate." Sakura couldn't believe that the gorgeous blonde that outdid her partying was in her room.
"Sakura Haruno."
"Tenten Takahashi." Ino nodded. Both girls felt a twinge of jealousy of how confident she was. Sakura wanted to destroy her. Sakura pointed to an empty bed.
"Well, I guess this one's yours Ino." Ino opened one of her suitcases and took out some sheets. They were blue with quite butterflies on them. She spread it on the mattress and brought over her other suitcase. Sakura walked over to her. She noticed how great Ino's highlights looked and remembered the article talking about her following that too.
"Ino Yamanaka of New York, right?" Ino whirred around. She stared at the pink haired girl
"Excuse me?" Sakura scoffed.
"You're like the tabloid queen."
"Says the martini dancing girl." Ino returned to unpacking her things. Sakura green eyed her stylish clothes and I don't give a fuck manner.
"Hope you have fun here." Sakura walked back to her bed. Tenten walked over.
"Don't mind Sakura she had a bad summer," added Tenten
"Honestly Tenten I could care less about her." Tenten wished she could have that pride.
"Have you met anyone else?" Ino shrugged and sat on her bed.
"Just a couple of guys. Itachi, Deidara, Hiro, and I think…Sasuke." Tenten giggled.
"Those are the most popular guys on campus. Sakura raced over to her.
"Excuse me did you just say Sasuke, Sasuke Uchiha!" Ino nodded.
"That's my boyfriend," Sakura said proudly and then flipped her hair and continued dressing herself.
"There's a party in the Richards' dorm, would you like to come," Tenten asked.
"Hiro invited me already." Tenten giggled again and Sakura stood up. She wore a jean mini, with a yellow top and drew her hair into a ponytail.
"Hope you like coffee," Sakura muttered. Tenten walked back to her bed.
"Hope you like Leaf." Each girl had their own closet. Ino began to hang her things up and pretty soon she was organized and finished. Tenten did too, but Sakura still had some stuff to unpack. The three girls lounged on their beds. Tenten and Ino on their laptops and Sakura reading a book.
"So Ino, what sports do you plan to play?" Sakura asked. She sounded chirpier.
"Lacrosse. I've been playing since middle school."
"Field Hockey," said Sakura.
"Tennis," said Tenten.
"Any boys you like," Sakura asked. Ino knew better than to answer truthfully. She had dealt with many cases like this with news reporters.
"Nope." Sakura nodded and Ino sighed.
She and Sakura were going to have some problems.