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I was fidgeting, it was obvious. Even though fifteen minutes had pass, people were still staring at me and apperantly my history partner. I turned my head and gazed at his cut wrists. My eyes widened. He was printing so quickly as his wrists flicked back and forth, to my surprise, his printing was really neat. Neater then mine.
I sighed and slouched in my seat. I was totally useless, not to mention this project was fucked up.
"What country are you doing?"
"Huh?" I asked blankly. He gave me a pity look and I flushed. " Uh, i'm doing, uh," What was I doing?..
"Your suppose to write what your doing on the board." He answered in monotone, annoyed by my stupidity.
"What?" I turned my head around and looked at the board. "Oh.."
On the black chalkboard was a list of countrys, and beside some were names.
"Okay," I turned to him and gave him a grin. I hope that would repay my stupidity. "I'll go choose right now."
I pushed my chair back, it made a loud screeching sound. I cringed, getting up and slowly making my way up to the board. Grabbing a yellow piece of chalk, I looked down the list.
Not many choices were left, to my disadvantage.
Angola.
Netherlands.
Panama.
Hmm...
The sound of my chalk scraped against the chalkboard as I wrote my name beside the lucky country.
"Panama?" Gaara asked, giving me a blank stare.
I nodded happily, skipping my way towards the table. "Panama, it has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
He rolled his eyes, I lost my control and just stared at him. He was really attracting, no wonder he was popular.
"Why do you hang out with those bitches?" Ah fuck. There goes my life, Haruno Sakura. Got fucked and died. It was silent between us, I didn't know if he was thinking of a response or wondering how he'd kill me.
But before I even knew it, he opened his mouth and actual words came out of it. "I don't know."
I blinked. He doesn't freaking know?! How stupid is that, why wouldn't he know. I wouldn't care if he said he liked them, or they were his friends, or they were his sex toys! Anything would of been better then I don't know.
"Ow." I was pushed forward, hitting the desk. The period was over and school was done, I saw Ino give me a glare. She was going to attack me once I leave this room.
"Uhm, i'll see you later Gaara, let's work on this another time, bye." I sputtered out, grabbing my books I rushed out the room. I followed the crowd, trying to blend in.
This way, Ino will have trouble picking me out.. it isn't hard finding someone with pink hair. Screw pink hair.
I stumbled upstairs, almost crawling, as I lunged for my locker I quickly tried to find my special orange dented one.
I yelped in joy, spotting my skunky locker.
Fiddling with the lock I happily did my combination. It opened with a click. Stuffing everything I didn't need into my locker and taking everything I did need, I shut the locker, closed the lock and sprinted down the hallway.
"You can't date him." I stopped. I knew it was rude, but I had a right to be a little nosy. I had a crap day.
"He's a freak, and very immature." I knew that voice anywhere, along with the bitch attitude. Keirin. "He's nothing close to popular, and hello, you are."
I wasn't getting it. "What does it matter if he's popular or not..?" The girl trailed off. Wrong move, she triggered Keirin's bitch mode.
"Because it'll fucking ruin your reputation not to mention ours!" She had an ego as big as the CN tower.
"He's a wacko, a freak, you can't date him! Populars do not date anyone outside of populars. I'm trying to help you here, if you keep dating him you'll get kicked out."
Populars can only date populars? Are you kidding me? That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard.
"But hey, if you really love him you can be a freak like him too." The sound of heels clicked through the hallway and I silently listened to the girl who was left behind with her troubles.
"Tomasu..?" I heard her voice crack. She can not be doing this, what the hell is wrong with her?
Ditching the person you love just to be popular? Why would anyone do that? It hurts , it hurts yourself and your loved one. Populars date populars, its stupid. Retarded. You don't have to date someone whos popular if you are youself.
If you love them, who cares? Really. Popularity is nothing you really want. You don't get anything from it. It may seem like it, getting invited to partys, being looked up at, everyone wanting to be like you. but popularity is the worst thing ever.
You lie to people, you betray your friends just to be popular, you can never trust anyone knowing rumours would start. You have to keep all your feelings bottled up inside you.
How could anyone live like that? The pain, everything. Everything you do is to impress people. Your flawless, that's what it all seems like outside.
"We need to talk.." She said quietly. She was too chicken to meet him, so instead she'd break it down to him on the phone eh?
"Look, it's not working between us. I just want to end things before it gets to deep."
"Bye." Hang up. Click. Sob.
If you truly loved someone you would cry. She shed those tears. Hiding in the little corner crying her heart out to be popular. Popularitys like that, it grabs your heart, and rips it apart. You can't feel anything now.
She had a chance. She could of said no, but she said yes. Finally popularity got a hold of her heart and now she'll never be the same.
Popularity's just wonderful. It's simply divine, but in no time you'll be crashing head first on the ground, and noone will be there to catch you or help you up.
What do you think of me now? So lucky, so strong, so proud.
I straightened and turned the other way. My sneakers were silent as I made my way slowly down the hallway and down the stairs.
Pushing the front doors and greeting the wind with no defence what so ever.
I walked to the parking lot where many cars had parked. I glared at the loud noise that was coming a few feet away from my parking space.
"Hey, lookie lookie, it's Sakura." Thanks for telling the obvious dumbass.
"Hi." I stated blankly, quickly unlocking the car and ready to seat myself in.
"So, Sakie," Sakie? What the fuck, Sakie, oh God, what has become of the world? "You coming to the party on Friday?"
"No." Never. If all of you are going to be there, God no.
"Aww, come on, it'll be the bomb."
"Aww, are you really that stupid to understand what no means?" Okay, so uncalled for, but seriously the look I just recieved was freaking laugh my ass off funny.
I felt the chills run up my spine, again. I averted my eyes to stare at him. His blood red eyes stared back to me. What I noticed was they had a special glint in them. I smirked, and got in the car.
Starting the engine I reared out the parking lot and into the street.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Uh no. I knew who was calling me, and I was really ready not to answer it. Unless I wanted a spaz of a lifetime.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
I sighed, Ino really didn't know what the words give up means, I mean who cares if Gaara wanted to be my partner?
Ring.
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Maybe shes freaking out cause he didn't choose her. I giggled happily at that, but then again..
Ring.
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That's when finally the answer hit me. He liked me. Well, i'm quite sure that's what it is, why would he be hanging with me. Okay, not exactly the term 'hanging' but..yah..
Ring.
Ring.
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What would happen if we started dating? Wait, but he's a popular, i'm a fucking wacko..but would he care about his popularity?
Ring.
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Well, I guess he would, he hangs with them after all... but he doesn't seem like the kind to really care about popularity..
Ring.
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If we did start dating, what would Ino think. Oh God, I shuddered.
Ring.
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Would he kiss me right away? Or take it slow.. I feel stupid thinking of this.
Ring.
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Would he stop being emo and let those cuts on his wrist heal? If I ask him that, would he be offended? Wait, I shouldn't, if I start dating him I should love him for the way he is...and those cut up wrists..
Ring.
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Wait love!? Ahh, why the hell should I be talking about love?
Ring.
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What would Sasuke think of it?..
Ring.
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Sasuke?! Oh my God..do I like Sasuke? Do I like Gaara?...Ah fuck, I think I like them both.
Ring.
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This is stupid, their populars, bastards, and they would never like a freak like me. Just look at me. Spider-man loving retard.
Ring.
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I should just stick with spider-man. He's way hotter then any of those two..
Ring.
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Then again...
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ahh i'm so fucking screwed.
Beep.
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A/N: I'm sorry guys, I haven't updated in forever, I kinda just had a writers block..hense the really really really crappy chapter and the annoying Rings. I really aperciate runjumpfly07. You got me going and trying to update. I aperciate that you actually cared and sent me a message. I love you! GLOMPS xD. Thanks for all those who reviewed too! Your like the things I need to keep going! Sorry for the crap chapter again, Review please :D