Beta-reader: Terror-Of-The-Crimson-Night
Chapter: Two – No Way!
Type: Story – Incomplete
Word Count: 2,203
Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then it's obviously not mine.
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"No girl's soccer team! No way!" I very nearly shrieked. That's right. No girl's soccer team. Nada. Zich. Zilch. This fact right here is shriek worthy (not much is shriek worthy to me.) Hinata frowned and nodded, still not understanding the fuss. "You're joking right?" I tried again sounding desperate and even pleading for the other answer.
"S-sorry," She replied (stuttering as per usual) shaking her head "but th-there are o-other s-sp-sports." oh wow. She's trying to help out even though she doesn't know the problem (I'm loving her all the more, she's completely adorable).
"So?! Soccer is my thing! Why isn't there a soccer team?" I was back to shouting (which was most definitely earning us stares), but I don't really care (to either statement).
She looked hesitant and unsure. Oops, guess I'm making her uncomfortable. "Err…w-well…n-no interest." her words left me dumbfounded. No interest?! How can there not be interest?!
I hadn't even realized I had voiced my displeasures and until she shifted uncomfortably and mumbled an 'I don't know' and sounding as if she was hoping she hadn't set me off again. Instead I took a deep breath (because yowling isn't going to get me anywhere) and huffed out said breath, "Fine lets just get to class before we're late." I grumbled, not wanting to make her any more uncomfortable than I already had. Double oops. I smiled sheepishly then, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I just really love soccer."
She nodded understandingly and seemed relieved that I was done kicking up a storm, even if she wouldn't say so aloud (very considerate, this is so adding to the whole totally awesome thing she has going on, but won't reveal.) "W-well, perhaps y-you could tryout f-for the b-boys t-team."
This got me lit up and gleaming in seconds. (What an idea!) I wish had though of that. I grinned widely, "Hime, you're a genius and a life saver." (Don't ask about the nickname. It just came out and I think I'll keep calling her that cause she is kinda princess-y) I had chosen to tackle her into a bear hug and proceeded to shake her this way and that for her brilliant problem solving contribution.
"S-Sakura!" She squeaked out, obviously unaccustomed to my behavior. I quickly set her down and picked our stuff up. She knelt over as if I had scared the life out of her, and with the way her cheeks were red, I figured she was.
"Sorry." I apologized with an impish grin, still excited at the prospect that I wouldn't have to give up soccer.
"I-I'll see you l-later, then." She stated (and where the hell did that come from? How'd we switch topics so quickly?), waving and I couldn't help but be confused. Why is she leaving? Is she that uncomfortable around me? I looked around me and realized she had left me at the front office. Oh. Thank you, Hime!
"Bye!" I shouted after her, just as she rounded the corner. I then turned to the door and walked in. The secretary looked up. She had short black hair and matching eyes. (Pretty)
"Hi, Haruno, Sakura, I'm new."
"Oh yes, Miss Haruno. I'm Shizune. Here is your schedule," She handed me a paper, "your planner," a small booklet, "your temporary ID" a little card, "and a map of the school." and another piece of paper.
I nodded, smiling. "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome. Oh and you'll be called down later today to get you picture taken." She smiled back at me.
I nodded once more and left the office. Then remembered Hime, I turned back around entered the office once more.
She looked up, and her face expressed her confusion, "Did you forget something?"
"Actually, I did. Who do I talk to about sports and all? Cause I heard there's only a boys soccer team and that's the sport I want to play."
"Oh, talk to Coach Gai, I'm sure you can work something out."
"Thanks." And then I was down the hall. I hardly heard her return 'welcome'.
Mmkay, first period: English. Teacher: Sarutobi, Asuma. Room: 255.
So I looked at the numbers above the doors on my right, 245 and 247, and to my left, 246 and 248. Oh okay, that makes sense. I kept to the right, 249, 251, 253… 255! Okay, time for an entrance.
Entrance being I open the door and hope no one pays me too much attention (and hoping that Hime is in this class). Mmkay, I learned a long time ago that when I hope for something, it doesn't happen. First the class stopped talking and then (like they rehearsed it or something) all of them turned to look at me, including the teacher. But the teacher had an expectant gaze so I used that as an excuse and headed straight for him. So as it turns out, the door is at the front of the class, no wonder everyone stopped to look at me. And they're still watching me because I have pink hair. Have I ever mentioned that I hate being the center of attention? Well, I do. Dearly so. Honestly, I wanted to turn to my new classmates and snap at them. But that could give the wrong first impression plus make possible enemies. I don't need that right now.
"Haruno, Sakura, correct?" When I nodded he turned to the class, "You may sit–"
"By me! Let her sit by me!" OW! That kid is loud, I turned to where the racket came from, he wasn't that hard to find. A blond-haired, blue-eyed guy in nearly all orange was flailing his arms about to get my attention while also pointing to the seat right in front of him. The seat was also conveniently to the left of Hime. Yes! She's in my class (honestly, I was doing a victory dance in my head, because doing so physically is just…no, not happening).
Still I waited for Asuma-sensei to give the okay, when he did I head straight for the desk. "Hey Hime." I could totally hear the grin in my voice, I wasn't even thinking about how others had heard my nickname for her.
She smiled back at me, "H-hello again, S-Sakura."
Blondie looked back and forth in between us, "You two know each other."
I nodded, "I ran into her in the school yard, literally."
Blondie laughed, "Nice. I'm Uzumaki, Naruto, dettabayo" Well, loud or not, he seems like a great friend to have.
So I smiled at him and nodded my acknowledgement, "Haruno, Sakura."
"Miss Haruno, I'd hope you aren't planning to start your year here off as a trouble maker." Oops. Naruto snickered behind me (note to self: get him back later).
"Sorry sensei, that's not my intention" I heard more snickers but I smartly chose to ignore them (because I was sure to lose my temper if I didn't) and pay attention to the lesson that Asuma-sensei had returned to teaching.
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The bell for the period had finally wrung (English is sooo not my thing).
"So where you from?" Naruto asked first thing as the three of us stood up and I took out my schedule. Just as I was unfolding it, it was snatched from my hands. My head snapped up to demand the blonde to give me back my paper only to find that he did have it. Some kid with brown hair and red fang marks on his cheeks (is he a vampire or something? Or maybe a mutt. Cause you know, that's what he really feels like. A dog lover and all that, I mean) had.
I was about to tell him (with chagrin) to give the paper back to me when he grinned in a way that slightly off put me. "we have three class together, cutie."
Cutie? Cutie?! Where the hell does he get off–
"Kiba!" Naruto exclaimed, tugging me to him so abruptly all I could was stumble into him. "She's mine. Don't go thinking she's going to be another girlfriend of yours."
Oh. Now I get it. He's one of those players that date a girl for a week and then dump her because there's someone cuter. Seriously I hate guys like that. Girls aren't pastimes (I mean at least most girls don't do that and those who do…well they just aren't part of the statistic) they're human beings. I'd stood up straight, so that I was no longer leaning on him because I don't typically do such things (and Hime was looking kinda downcast about such a thing. I bet she likes him. Note to self #2: drag all details out of her later)
He laughed. "Just greeting the new girl, Naruto, didn't mean anything by it. She seems more jock then cheerleader anyway. And pink isn't my type."
Now I frowned. Ohhhh so now I'm not good enough for you just because I'm myself? Tch. Whatever. This guy is going to continually piss me off. I can just feel it (woman's intuition as Anko would say).
Naruto snorted. "Good. Now hand over her schedule."
Thank you. I lifted my hand to reach for it only for the blue eyed teen to take it just before I could do so myself. Oh come on! Seriously, give it back people. It's just a piece of paper, not that hard.
"Aww, this is our only class together." The guy pouted like a five year old, because inside, I'd be willing to bet he is. Most guys are. Immaturity is fun though, I can't remember how many times I've stuck my tongue out at someone when I didn't know what else to say and wasn't angry enough to just walk away….wait that sounds wrong. I don't walk away if I'm angry…oh right. Hit the guy (because girls typically don't tick me off, again snotty I-think-I'm-all-that girls don't count) then stock away. There we go. That sounds much better.
I snapped my index and thumb in that oh-darn manner while managing to look insincere about the whole thing as I smiled as sweetly as I could. "Now give it back. I'd like to where the hell it is I'm going"
"Oh so she does curse." He noted handing it back.
"u-um." Hime's timid voice cut in.
I turned to her, smiling. "Yep." Because I love Hime and never ever will she piss me off like these two brats.
"C-can I see y-your schedule?" she indicated to the piece of paper that I still haven't even glanced at since I found my way to this class. But at least she asked unlike some people. Brats. That lot of them.
"Only if you can get through a full sentence." I teased lightly.
She frowned slightly "o-oh o-okay." Then as she took a deep breath, I chuckled.
"I was kidding Hime." I cleared up seeing as the poor flustered girl, who for one reason or another, kept blushing cutely every time I called her 'Hime' (Is it embarrassing for her? Cause I already know she's not the type to correct me if she doesn't like it. Not to self #3: Ask her if it bothers her, make sure she means her answer)
"Hey, why do you call her that?" Naruto asked curiously as Hime blushed harder. Aww. She does have a crush on him. How cute! She kept her eyes on the paper even though I know she'd already scanned the whole thing. She just seems to be one of those 'smart but cute' girls to me.
I shrugged. "Cause. Hinata can be shortened to Hina which sounds like Hime. And besides she's kinda princess-y to me. You know, in that elegant, cute sort of way."
He nodded grinning as he turned to Hime. "Hime huh? I like it!"
Honestly, she looked so cute right then (but she always does, so cute, so pretty, so elegant. Hime really does fit for her) as she froze in place slowly looking up from the paper in her hands. I reached out and easily tugged it from her grasp. "Ja." I stated, already turning my back on the will-be-cute-perfect-couple, that of course is if Naruto stops being so oblivious to the poor girls affections.
I sighed to myself. And this is partially why girls rule. We are typically much more intuitive to how someone is treating us unless we ourselves don't want to acknowledge it (do I even need to say that the Barbie-doll girls aren't included?).
I got halfway done the hallway before I realized I still had no idea just where the hell I was going. So logically, I stopped and looked at my paper. Completely forgetting I was in people's way that were getting to their next class. In fact I didn't realized it until I'd located period two only to find myself pushed into a locker as an aura of cold passed by me, the guy not even pausing to say sorry or anything.
"Hey! Asshole! There's as such thing as 'can you please move?'. Ever heard of it?"
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