While he was actually pretty worried about what Sasuke planned to do with Hinata, Naruto had his own problems to deal with; Ino.

"And if you ever call me a whore in front of anyone again I swear I'll castrate you."

Yeah okay, he'd like to see her try. "Ino, why are you always complaining? I don't mean any of that."

She gave that gasp the Pops and Preps do. "Ugh." Naruto opened the door for her, without any form of gratitude from Ino. "You know, some people say thank you when others open the door."

"Shut up," she ran her fingers through her long hair, grabbing a hair tie from her wrist and pulling it into her trademark ponytail. "Some people have an IQ that are higher than their ages."

He didn't know what an IQ was..but he wasn't going to let her win. "Some people have the decency to wear shirts that cover their stomachs." He eyed her belly button ring, finding it mildly provoking.

Ino stopped walking, and fully turned to him, "And you don't like it? You don't like the cheerleaders that make bikini's look modest?" She watched his eyes, "You don't like fivehead and all her other preps? You don't like girls like me who wea-"

"Girls like you?" he pointed his finger, "There is no girl like you. I've never met a more rude, disr-"

Ino looked behind her, "You know what fuck you, I have things to do." Standing behind them were a few guys he somewhat recognized.

Naruto looked too, as Ino was already walking away to the group of boys who were Pops. "Things..or guys?"


There was something about the center seat in the classroom that always caught Neji's attention, whether it be the fact that he could get a perfect view of the board and everyone surrounding him, no one knew. But he was seriously regretting it, because now it made him the ideal bullseye for Tenten's spitballs. Who knew she was smart enough to get into a class with him? When Mr. Sarutobi turned his back to write something on the board, Neji looked back at Tenten murmuring her to please stop. What he also didn't know, was that Tenten also had perfect aim, and shot the spitball straight at his forehead.

He was furious, and had half the mind to hit her. Neji also had a great amount of self control, which was running thin, so instead he raised his hand and asked to use the restroom. As he was getting up, the same girl raised her hand to go to her locker, apparently as an emergency. So they ended up leaving the classroom together.

"You think being a nuisance is cute?" he questioned her once they were outside the room.

Tenten put on her best innocent face, "Me? What did I do?"

Neji closed his eyes and thanked the gods for their blessing on his self restraint, because this girl was testing his patience. He made his way towards the bathroom, "Lairs go to hell, you know?" She followed him, up to the entrance that is, "What have I lied about?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone? Don't you have to go to your locker?" he turned the handle on the door, but she caught his arm, "I actually can't,"

His eyes studied her face, "Why?"

She rolled her eyes, "We're not those sophomores Neji, we're older, more mature; juniors. It'll be easy to get along, besides..how bad would failing the eleventh grade look on your resume?" Neji now had a glare on his beautiful face, "I do not like you. And I'll drop out of highschool before I become friends with you." She let go of his hand.

Neji swiftly walked in the boys bathroom, not batting an eye to notice Tenten's hurt look.

Whatever, what did she care? He was a Prep, she was an Athlete, and there was a reason why the school had its groups. So everyone could see where they do and don't belong. This whole program was a joke. And Neji was a prick, an ugly prick, with no friends. Okay, that was a lie. But she didn't hate him any less, Tenten was about to walk into the classroom when the bell rung. Grabbing her bag she jogged outside, and towards the track; she had to blow off steam.


"You should draw a picture of me!" Sakura suggested enthusiastically.

Kiba eyed her face, the color of her hair, and the brightness in her eyes might be tricky to accurately depict. Looking at her pleading eyes, he thought it was worth a try. "Mm, kay."

Her face lit up again, "Thank you!" she hugged his waist, for she was too short for his neck. Kiba awkwardly patted her back, "No problem..say, is this your natural hair color?" as if it actually was.

Sakura let go, "No, it's actually brown." Like his..

"So why do you dye it?" Sakura had no reason to want to stand out, her fierce eyes and shortness made her easily distinguishable in primary and middle school, so the pink hair wasn't really necessary. "It was a bet in sixth grade, and I guess I liked it so much I kept dying it."

He nodded, pulling out a few pencils and setting his canvas up, "Sit down." his hand gestured towards the stool. She did, and after fumbling with his pencil and roughly drawing her face shape, Kiba smiled, "Do you wanna go to the park?"

Sakura frowned, "Don't you wanna finish my picture?" He actually did, but it was such a nice day outside. "We have time, lets go." he begged. Shrugging she got up and walked outside with him, it was three in the afternoon and the sun was shining brightly, the crisp october wind blowing leaves in all directions. Kiba watched the colors, yellows and oranges, that would soon turn into deep reds and browns.

"What's your favorite season?"

Sakura's long pink hair bounced as she looked up, "Spring,"

He should've known, Spring was the time of life and plants growing from the harsh winter weather. Autumn, his favorite, was the death of plants and harvesting what summer gave, and he knew it was awful, but there was something so, so captivating about the warm colors of fall.

"Oh, I like Autumn." the weather was also perfect, not too sunny, sometimes rain, and a cool breeze.

She caught a small leaf in her hand, and tucked it behind his ear. "You're beautiful."

Kiba was mortified, this was like a scene in one of those cheesy chick flicks, except with the roles switched. And what the hell? A leaf instead of a flower? He ended up laughing though, "Im not beautiful," his voice cracked, imitating the female role. Sakura laughed too before keeping things going, "My love, your beauty burns more than a thousand splendid Suns."

She didn't really know what she was saying, but that sounded roughly what they would say, the rest of day consisted of Sakura and Kiba reciting movie quotes.

"I'll be back."

"Luke, I am your father."

"That is so fetch!"


Maybe if she plays the song loud enough, I can actually get deaf and won't have to listen to her nagging. But maybe that was just wishful thinking, because Shikamaru knew Temari would never hurt him enough to leave a scar. Sure she'd verbally and physically abuse him. But that was just her, she did that to her younger brothers too.
In the past week they've actually managed to get along best out of the rest. Shikamaru only wanted to smoke and watch clouds on the roof, and Temari only wanted to bang her drums and deafen him. "Why do you do you hair like that? You look like you have a dead pineapple on your head."

He could've replied that her hairstyle made it look like she had four pineapples on hers, and that they were same color. But he knew how much she hated it when he ignored her, so thats just what he did.

Temari looked away, "Tch, you always do that."

He wanted to see how short her temper really was. Shikamaru knew she had an infamously low one, but he had to experiment, it probably wasn't smart, but there was nothing better to do.

"Stop looking at me." she demanded.

"Stop!" he still wouldn't take his eyes off her, or respond. And Temari was not someone to mess with, she thought he knew that. She grabbed his ear and screamed, "STOP."

That did it. Shikamaru shouted and ran to the other side of the room, clutching both his ears, shrieking, "Woman, what is your problem?" his voice still hoarse from shouting.

"Oh, now you decide to reply."

She watched him frown, so cute. "And I don't have a problem, just don't like being ignored is all."

Temari was never ignored, not with that volume. She always spoke really really loudly. "You look like a loser, spending your senior year with a sophomore." he laughed, "Are you enjoying this? Do you like spending time with your me? Or are you too lame for your senior friends to hang out with, so you have to be with underclassmen?" but his laughs were cut short by her mouth, she was..kissing him? It wasn't his first, and judging by the way she was pushing her tongue down his throat, it wasn't hers either. But it was most definitely without a doubt, the best either of them had ever had. She pulled away, much to his dismay, only to have him pull her back in.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the bandroom, undisturbed.


Hinata Hyuuga was not stupid, and Sasuke knew this well. But her grades proved otherwise, how come she was failing?

"Why don't you ever go to class?"

She looked up from her book. That was the first thing Sasuke had said to her since the car when they left school. He brought her to a bookstore, cozy, she thought. Her black eyebrows furrowed, "N-no one notices me anyway, there's not really a point." she whispered, priding herself that she only stuttered once.

No point? Did she think just because they were getting along and passing the program was going to get her to the next grade? Did grades really not matter to her? "If you fail the grade, this programs not going to save you."

Hinata looked down, her bangs successfully covering her eyes. The first and last time she'd gotten the highest grade on her test, Sakura and other girls gave her mean looks. It hurt so badly, Hinata wouldn't go to school for the next week. That was back in kindergarten, she purposely flunked all her tests after that, up until high school. Thats when she started not going to class altogether. There wasn't any logic in going to a class she'd fail anyways.

"I don't mind." she murmured quietly.

Sasuke shook his head, girls.

He grabbed the notebook he was helping her do her missing assignments in, and scribbled something down, before claiming to leave. Hinata never really paid much mind. She said bye, and before finishing her chapter, she looked at what he had written and her eyes went wide.

Sasuke had left her his phone number.


I know this was somewhat short, but I really like this chapter. Thank you for all your wonderful comments, you're all so kind :D

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