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I kinda just stared blankly at the scene infront of me. Nothing was going through my thick head. Nothing. What was though, was spider-man and me making out, and Sasuke. I wish he wasn't in my mind but he was.

At least he wasn't staring at me, he was actually more or less staring at the teacher, which really surprised me. How could any freaking human being listen to that teacher and his constent chatter. When I turn to listen all I hear is blahs.

Blah.

Blah.

Blah.

I really wasn't in the mood to learn about new chemicals, I didn't finish my homework ethier which adds another bonus. I tried to hide myself behind the girl infront of me but it was really hard. The girl was pretty much a midget, and she was also trying to hide herself with the boy infront of her. I felt pity for the person at front.

I added some shading to my sketch. Of who you may ask? Spider-man. He was such a sexy beast. People looked at me like a lunatic when I talk about spider-man, but really, who can blame me? People who hate spider-man are freaking retards, they should just go die in a hole.

I had millions of comics which I collected with my allowance stashed every corner of my room. Sasuke on the other hand, I laughed at myself for even giving him a second of my mind. He was, well, different. Well no shit he was different, he was albino, he was cold, he was scarey, not to mention he was hot.

What I don't get is why he has to stare at me every so often. Lookie lookie boy, Ino's just diagonal from you, look at her not me. She has more to look at too, like her butt. I never really got to look at him for more then a few seconds.

That's when it struck me, how would I exactly call him hot if I didn't even look at him? It was tempting, but I couldn't. What if he was staring at me and if I turned around and he caught me staring. That would be bad, what would be worse if Ino caught me staring at him. Shit, i'd be screwed.

Okay, it was really really tempting now. I had to get over this, but maybe if I causually look at everyone then it wouldn't seem suspicious. It would of been easier if he was infront of me. God.

I fiddled with the pen with two fingers and started my run. Person by person I looked, my cheek resting on my palm and leaning a little to the left of me. I looked bored and causal, like everyone here. Noone would notice.

I kept twiddling the pen between my fingers and kept looking around, thats when I jumped on him. My eyes examining his face. Woah, he was really attractive. No wonder everywhere he went eyes would dart at him.

Green eyes met red ones. I quickly averted my gaze from his, how the hell does he know when i'm staring? He was working in his textbook for Gods sake.

I was blushing hotly and pertanded to act normal, I continued my runs of looking at people, and attempted to ignore his staring eyes. He wasn't a quitter. As my eyes landed on the last person in our class I shifted hands, so my right hand was supporting my cheeck and I stared at the window on my left.

Not much a an eye catcher out there ethier. Half dead from boredom, I was about to raise my hand and ask for a washroom pass, when I finally caught something the teacher said.

"Tommorow we'll be testing some of the chemicals, do pages four to six in your textbooks, see you all next week." Yes. Bing bing bing! Next class, no more boredom, no more staring, no more Sasuke. I almost screamed in happiness, but instead smiled. Jumping off my seat and nearly making the girl beside me trip along the way. I headed towards the door, but not before our eyes met.

This may sound really corny, but when it happened, it seemed like everything else around me, the noise the people. They all became blurs and silent. What the fuck is this?

Something untangled everything in my brain and as though someone plucked it in, it happened. Love? Was I in love with Sasuke? The boy with so much pride it was obvious you could see it around him. He was like a bitter after-taste.

You know like, candy for instant. Some candy look really appealing and once you take a bite, you find it really good and finish it off. But at the end that horrible bitter taste appears in your mouth and you regret trying it. He was more or less like that. Weird.

I got knocked out of my trance with a hard poke to my shoulders.

"Ino?" I stared at her, I could see anger in her eyes and annoyance.

"Sasuke was staring at you for more then half the class!" I cringed. She noticed too, that's when I realized most of the population in the class who were girls, were standing right behind Ino. Hands crossed, or on theid hips. They glared at me, demanding an answer.

"..Uhm, I thought he was staring at you." I mumbled, how lame was that excuse.

"No, he wasn't." Wincing, how pathetic was I? I'm getting scared of Ino just because some guy was staring at me.

"Oh," My brain started working again, so it was jello. "I remember taking a 'Kick Me' sign off my back at the end of class."

It seemed that relief rang through everyones veins, even Ino. They gave me those fake giddy smiles blew kisses at me as goodbyes. Bitches.

"He must of been thinking how stupid you were." Ino stated. Her face full of joy and relief.

"Yah." I replied, bitterly, Ino really changed since seventh grade.

She was like me, before when we were younger. Except she was in love with batman. Spider-man and batman. We were weirdos, freaks, but we didn't care. We had fun and plenty of laughs.

But half way through the year, Ino's farther sprang into a freaking millionare and that's when everyone started noticing her. Didn't she realized the obvious? They noticed her cause she was rich.

She started dressing better, designer clothes, heels, jewelry. Make-up, that we commented very clearly was replusive, she used plenty of it. Lip goss, hairdos, lasered pearly white teeth.

Everything, that's when she became popular. The most popular girl in our school, who was in grade eight, Misumi, talked to her, and apperantly they became grand friends after that. Except Ino didn't stop at just being popular. She had to control. She soonly betrayed Misumi, and that made her the most popular girl in school.

When she entered highschool, it was worse. She became a bitch. The people that we said were fakes, they have nothing more in life, nothing. She was now one of them, but the worse was the day she announced batman was the gayest thing on earth, aside from spiderman.

Wow. What happened to my bestfriend? I really didn't get it. One day she was my bestfriend, the one I could talk to and tell secrets and knowing she would never tell a soul, and the next day she was this bitchy highness of popularity.

Populars stuck together. It was like they had their own language.

Hey popular, come join the populars with us.

Sure popular, i'm coming.

I knew it, everyone who had lives knew it. Every single one of them hated eachother. It didn't matter about the inside shit, it was outside that counted. Populars must stick together, acting like bestfriends, laughing those giddy laughs, hanging out and boy gazing, but when one of them needs help, they don't care.

Actually, it was better. They didn't give a shit, but instead use her problems, make rumours, kick her out of the crew and all of them move up a notch. While that ex popular is sulking alone, since noone would talk to her, she was a bitch who would? She crys and crys. Many have tried to surpass Ino but they couldn't.

It was clear that if you'd try, you would die, literally. Ino could do the worst of things. Really, she could make your life miserable, which also meant if they were whores to me, Ino would get pissed off. That was still there, sort of. She'd still protect me, at least she hasn't betrayed me yet. Hense the word, yet.

She knew I was a freak a loner, an unpopular. Who wouldn't, I walk around the halls everyone knows i'm a freak. Always carrying ethier a book, most of the time comics of spider-man, or my sketch book filled with spider-man.

I didn't really care though. I didn't give one thought about being popular, rumours, they were just shit, but if you believe those rumors your worse then shit. I was happy, and satisfied with my life, and whoever would bitch about me, my only advice was simple. Stop thinking about my life and try improving yours.

I opened the swinging doors and entered the gym. I wasn't the best in gym, but I wasn't the worse ethier. I pushed open the change room doors and almost threw up. They were all, and I mean all doing useless things. They were putting on makeup, lip gloss, perfume. It's gym guys, were playing basketball, not walking on some runway.

I changed quickly. Throwing on my t-shirt and shorts. I saw many girls giving me disgusted stares, but they couldn't do a thing. Even though Ino wasn't with me, they still wouldn't bitch at me. They'd probably think i'd run to Ino and tell her. Fagots.

I ran inside the gym and quickly sat on a bench. Tying my shoe laces tightly i got up and did laps around the gym.

The whistle ran and we all stopped and listened.

"Okay, i'll be calling your names and giving you a coloured jersey, that indicates which team your on." He continued, staring at us with his black beady eyes.

I sat there, on the floor, waiting for my name to be called. Watching people get up and grab their jerseys I became a little impatient.

"Sakura," I quickly got up, and walked over to him. He gave me a gold jeresy, I stared at it for a few seconds before looking up at him. "Your on team gold." Well no shit.

"Now get in your teams, full court, first up are green and red." I sat down on the bench and watched the game. Red was loosing badly, since most of the people on the green team were on the basketball team.

"Sakura," I turned. No fucking way. "Guess your on our team eh?" She stated, her arms crossed. Well maybe it was a little obvious, I had a freaking gold jersey on. She glared at me, but quickly stopped and faked a stiff smile. I just stared, she turned around and walked towards her team, our team.

"Oh my god.." I whispered. Indeed I was frightened. Standing there, six of them, oh god. I knew them, who wouldn't? Populars. Fucking god damn populars.

Keirin. Idiot of a blonde, she was a bitch who really cares about her looks, apperantly laughing her ass off and flirting with Naruto. Who was, also a blonde with those childish antics. He was one of those people everyone would laugh with. Like if everyone was bored, and he suggests soccer, everyone would play, but if he left, everyone would just get bored and leave too.

Annu, she had the the perfect girl attitude, that aura around her. She'd act nice to people who were lower then her, but she would just bitch about them after. She having the time of her life with Kiba. Kiba, the freaking dog lover. He would take risks and chances, he wasn't scared of shit and I guess lots of girls like that.

Natarii, she was just a bimbo who laughed at anything. Even if someone said hi, she'd laugh. Sitting beside her was Gaara. Had no idea why the hell he was popular. He seemed like a freaking emo, I tried to pertand those cuts on his wrists were my imagination. I guess it was because he was attractive and rich.

What the girls all had in common were that they were bitches, whores, and bimbos. The boys, had way to much of an ego, and so much pride they could burst any second.

I stepped over to their side and quietly sat on the bench. I sat at the very edge, almost falling over, but the distance wasn't that bad. Gaara was a few inches away from me. I jumped up as the sound of the ring of the timer started. Green won, and the whistle blew.

"Gold and Blue, your up." Ah fucking bastard. They all stood up, I was a little behind. They made their way towards the center of the court and everyone stared at us, them. The other team, consisted of people with lives and wackos. I should be on their team.

Keirin made us huddle around, what the hell.

"Guys, let's beat their friggin' ass, if were loosing, which we won't," She stared at Naruto, Kiba, and Gaara. Basketball players. "Just do our normal thing."

Normal thing? I was confused with that. "Oh, and Sakura," I stared at her, eye brows raised. "Don't do anything you'll regret." I glared at her.

We all went to the center, and waited. The other team were scared, I knew they were. Who wouldn't, fighting against the populars, weren't the best. Even though they could win, they don't. Instead, they loose on purpose, just so they won't be in trouble.

The whistle blew and the ball was up in the air. Everything was a blur right after that. They were like lions. They were wild and fucking fierce. They were insane! Nothing could stop them, everyone was gaping.

Basket, basket, basket. Win, win, win. Oh my god.

I just stood there like an idiot, but soon, I was on the ground like an idiot. Everything stopped, they all turned to look at me. I winced in pain, my head hurt. Alot. That's when I noticed that pale hand sticking infront of my face.

I looked up and stared. Semi confused and semi shocked. Gaara just offered a hand. What the mother hell.

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