-Chapter Nine-

-Just One Scene-

Gaara looks angry. More than angry even. I've gathered that he wants to rip someone limb from limb slowly and painfully. I wonder who.

"-that absolute bastard!" Ok, so it's a guy. "-who does he think he is saying things like that about you!" Wait, what?

"About me?" I ask, looking up from my English essay. He stops pacing and turns to me, pale green eyes startled.

"Haven't you been listening to what I've been saying?!"

"Not really." He sighs, the ghost of a smile flitting across his face before he plonks himself down next to me.

"You're dating Uchiha." He says. I gulp, was this what's made him so mad?

"Uh..yeah..."

"I heard him talking to the Hyuuga."

"Hinata?" I ask, teasingly. He glares at me.

"Neji was talking to him about you, laughing about 'him and the emo freak'." I roll my eyes. I'm too used to people calling me emo to be bothered. "Then Uchiha said that you're 'just a good shag'." My heart stops beating. Well, obviously it doesn't since I would be dead, but it feels like it.

He said that? Gaara would never lie, but Sasuke seemed so sincere, though he did want to have sex desperately. Who to believe? I know the answer already, but I don't want to believe it. My ballpoint crunches to tiny shards of plastic in my white-knuckled grip.

He will pay for ripping my heart out.

In Drama we're performing a piece we were given a while ago. It's about a rich guy who's engaged to a rich girl but then he thinks he falls in love with this poor girl only to find that she was tricking him to get her hands on his money. Sas-...Uchiha is the rich man, Sakura is the rich woman and I'm the poor one. Typecasting much? Anyway, due to recent events, I've changed the script. Not that Uchiha and Sakura know. At the end of the performance however...

"I'm not just going to be some rich bastard's whore!" I cry angrily. Sakura looks confused at the unexpected change, but, displaying more intelligence than I originally thought, improvises, looking shocked and slightly defensive of her fiancé. "I'm not just a piece of rubbish that you can throw away when you get bored and I'm not yours! I'm ridding myself of you." I glance at Sakura who's managing to retain her character, "you're welcome to him."

The I stride off the stage leaving a slightly puzzled Sakura and an ashen Uchiha. Applause exploded from the rest of the class, even the people who don't like me, and an enthusiastic drama teacher.

"Excellent, Naruta, your interpretation of the script was riveting! The raw emotion you poured into it!"

"Thanks." I mutter, not used to getting praise from any teacher other than for my art. I hurry over to my seat next to Kia.

"That wasn't in the script." She murmurs out of the corner of her mouth.

"I know."

"Was it real? You know 'rich bastard's whore'?"

"Yes. My way of breaking up with him publicly, but without anyone knowing."

"You always were a drama queen."

"Why thank you Miss. Martin."

"You're welcome Miss. Uzumaki."