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How ironic is this? Emo kid, who I had to admit was very attractive, but those badly cut up wrists were not, just offered a hand to get my fat ass off the ground.

I kinda just sat there, oh, don't worry, I made myself in a more comfortable postion. I knew everyone was looking, we've been in this position for about a minute. His hand sticking infront of my face, my eyes staring at his stained wrists.

That's when I finally got the courage, and pass the fear, to take his hand. It was like a ride on an amusement park. I went up super fast, hair whipping across my face. I was light, but I didn't think I was that light.

I stood straight stiff and tall. He gave me a blank look before grunted. He what? He grunted, who the hell grunts? That's when we heard the only sound possible. The swish of a winning basket. We all turned around and stared at the red head who just made a shot.

"What the hell!?" Keirin yelled. Her arms shaking up and down pointing an accusing finger at the red head. I inwardly cheered at her. Noone would ever do that, not even me.

The girl shrugged casually before replying bluntly. "He didn't stop us," She pointed to the bench where our gaping gym teacher was. "So it's not my fault you guys were distracted and we weren't."

"Distracted?! One of our teammates fell on the ground, we had to help her, you retard!" Yah right, teammate my ass.

She shrugged once again and grinned at her. "Not all of you had to help her up, actually it was more like he helped her, you bimbos were just standing there."

I laughed. Really hard, and I mean laugh like tears almost falling right off my face. The red head turned to me before chuckling herself. It was the stupidest thing ever, she and me, laughing our heads off as everyone else just stood there silently. I could see she wasn't someone who cared about looks or popularity.

Actually, I wanted to talk to her after gym class, which should be in a few minutes. I kind of felt pity for the girl too, I knew that they were going to kill her. I mean murder her, but she probably knew that too, I was glad that she wasn't afraid.

I turned to look at the clock and smiled. Gym was over and so was my team. I shifted my body and made my way to the change room. She followed along, we left a gaping audience and fuming bitches.

"I can't believe you did that." I commented as I began taking off my top.

"Eh, I don't care what those douche bags think."

"You know your gonna die soon right?" I asked casually, I couldn't help smile.

"I know," I finished putting on my shoes and scrunched my gym clothes in a ball. "My names Tayuya." She said, her eyes glinting.

"Sakura," I replied. "I'll see you later Tayuya." I waved goodbye and left for my next class.

That was more or less the best gym class ever. I started up the stairs and was about to grab the handles of the bar, but I stopped. I had to make sure that the person I was seeing across the glass window on the metal door was right.

The person blinked. I was right. Sasuke. The thought crossed my mind, maybe I should just go to the other door, it would probably be safer.

I didn't get the choice, he opened the door instead.

Now, across from me, an inch or two away from me, stood there. Staring, again. I stared back too. His blood red eyes were starting to intimidate me, before I or he could say anything, someone else did for us.

"Sasuke?" I turned around and looked. I sighed, it was them, they were like magnets. I think the populars all had some sort of radar in their heads. They knew when and where everything was happening.

"What's this?" The blonde gave a fox like grin and started nudging his brunette comrade. "Lookie lookie Kiba, Sasuke's getting it on with the pink chick."

"Sakura, not pink chick." I retorted, my tone flat. I turned around only to meet Sasuke's hostile glare. I sneered at him and took a step to the side. Pushing the metal handle and flinging the door forward, I stepped out and made a sharp turn to the left.

As more and more distance I made from the populars, I turned to the right of the hall way and cheered.

"Yes!" I jumped, grinning like a manic. I had just made a great exit! Better then that crappy one at lunch. People walking down the hallway gave me looks and widened eyes, they probably thought I was on drugs or something.

"Fucking wacko." I glanced beside me, The bronze haired girl "whispered" to her friend, but I knew she wanted me to hear it.

Another thing I didn't get was why judge someone before you get to know them? Yes, another clique saying but really. There are some people you could tell straight away. Like, the populars, yes, just the way they act, and treat people you could tell. They were popular would be something that would cross your mind.

But in a case like this, just because I was acting like someone outside our world doesn't define me as a freak or a someone mental. In my case, I was jumping for joy, but since you didn't know and only see me in that position, that's all you can think.

You can't just base someone right off the chart, you should know why their doing it. People calling you names cause they are saw you doing something, like picking your nose.

So what? Don't you? Everyone picked their nose before, and farting? It's natural, don't tell me something like, I only fart once a month.

Does it matter so much what other people do? You think starting rumours would get you popular, knowing many things you feel like your 'in' or something. Being nosy isn't cool, it's far from that.

People come to you to see if you have any other news, you tell them and you feel wanted, but if someone comes up and asks if you have anything to share, and you tell them know.

They immediately leave you and that feeling of wanting to be cool gets back to you. Couldn't you see that they were using you? People are just caught up with their own actions that they couldn't stop.

What was worse was when you start making lies in those rumours. Not only would people know something, they would be believing lies.

But when rumours start for the populars, it's always ethier something good. Noone would start bad rumours about them. I didn't get it, they were just like us, human beings. How do you base someone off as popular, a freak, or normal? Populars, it's obvious they get privileges.

For example, something like a seating plan. When a popular gets out of their seat to sit with their friends, and you get out of your seat to sit with your friend. People rat you out but not the popular. Even the teachers know when someone's popular or not.

The teachers don't bitch at the populars, when their being loud they smile and ask polietly as possible if they could be quiet, if it was for a freak, they'd tell you to shut up.

They say you can't get popular, you just get it. It's in your blood. Being popular. I think its just plain stupid shit. Noones different, everyones the same, it doesn't matter if your popular or not. Who really cares? The whole school does.

You dream your whole life is to be popular, know how it feels that everybody likes you, talks to you, laughs with you. You'd think it would be priceless how much joy you would get, even if it was for one day.

When you look from the distance with your eyes, they seem perfect, but if you look twice its just all lies. Lies. Flithy dirty lies, you'd be better off a freak, outcast, wacko, anything else then them.

Fake laughs, fake promises, fake friends.

Really, who'd want to be like that? You? Woah, you must be really low then.

I ignored the girls and continued to hop to my locker for my last class of the day. I looked at the row of lockers and counted the numbers looking for my locker.

123

124

125

126

127

128

129. 129. 129.

I did my combination and it opened with a click. Opening the rusty orange locker, I stuffed my gym clothes in the corner of my locker and grabbed my history textbook and lime binder.

I closed my locker with a slam and shut it with my lock. I skipped my way to the stairs and climbed up. Up, up, up, and up. I walked straight and walked through the blue door.

"Sakura," I looked infront of me. Ino, but she looked very angry with me. her voice was harsh and flat. "Keirin and them told me that she saw you and Sasuke together after gym."

I reared my view to look behind Ino's shoulder. Instead of Keirin, I saw Annu, smiling in anticipation of what would happen. I glared at her before turning my view back to Ino, I gave a resuring look.

"Ino, get a grip, we didn't even talk," That was true, we just stared. "I stepped on his foot and he was glaring at me." So what if that was a lie. It was a little white lie, nothing that could harm her what so ever.

"Really?" She started laughing and started hitting my shoulder in a playful manner. I stared at Annu again and only recieved a look of confusion and surprise, which a grinned right back at.

Got that right fucking bitch. The teacher told us to sit down as she started class, I walked to my seat, which was behind Ino.

Apperantly today we were to start a new world research team. We were suppose to chose a country to research on with a partner and folow the booklet of questions we must answer. Later on, a presentation would happen where we would compare our graphs and research to the class.

Most of the time we would be paired up by the teacher, the reason, some people were left out and couldn't find partners. Which, in theory, they would ethier be plucked in another group randomly, but the embrassment would stay forever. I guess the teacher must of had some pity for us.

This time, it was different. I got to choose our partners. Reaching forward, ready to poke Ino and ask if she'd like to be my partner, someone else beat me to it.

Raian. He smiled some god like smile and Ino just nodded like an idiot. Me, who was staring at the pair walking farther into the distance. My finger, which was totally ready for poking was still hanging there in the air.

I sat back down and sighed, glaring harshly at Ino and Raian. He took my partner! Bastard.

Ino was the only possible choice I had. Everyone else here was a, well they weren't my friends, nor someone i'd work with. I'd just wait and get paired up with someone who didn't find a partner ethier. Well, at least that was what I hoped for.

"Wanna be my partner?" I rough voice asked. I slowly turned around and started my coughing stage. Chocking to death, and gaining attention by the minute, the person asked again.

"Wanna be my partner?" Still coughing, I managed to get something out.

I nodded, still shocked and very very frightened. Hense my chocks. Finally giving the last of coughs, I turned to look at the mighty ask-er. The whole room apperantly had their eyes on me.

Didn't get why everyone always had their eyes on me these days. Even the God damn teacher looked at me from the chalk board. I thought about what my answer would be. He probably couldn't take rejection well, he would most likely kill me if I said no.

He looked like a serial killer. If I said yes, I would probably regret it, and if I had to go to his house to do the project, which I most likely would, ugh. But then again, what other options would I have?

I sat up straight and coughed once more to make sure my throat was working. I looked up at his eyes and gave a small smile. With all my courage I answered his question.

"Sure, i'll be your partner Gaara."

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A/N: Haha, what a retarded chapter, seriously this was probably the worst chapter xD. I'd really aperciate it if you reviewed, listening to your comments make me smile and gets me in a happy mood to write :D Thanks for those who already reviewed, your the best!