Author's Note: Ugh, I can't upload on time, cause I'm sick, and then yesterday my internet completely cuts out, so sorry this is a bit late, anyway, enjoy. Also, as I continue writing, I feel like my story is missing 'zing', especially compared the the other one I've written. It's a hard feeling to describe really, but if you understand what I'm saying, and you have some advice, please please please feel free to share it. It would be greatly appreciated, as would critiques and reviews, thanks!

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear thatShit, wrong one. *ahem* Naruto is not my intellectual property, blah blah blah, so on and so forth. ONWARDS WITH THE STORY.


I rolled off my bed and into the floor and groaned loudly. "I don't want to go." I whined. I turned my head and saw my laptop sitting under my bed. I pulled it towards me and opened up the wasn't much for traffic on my blog, same as it was yesterday. I struggled to push my self up and onto my knees. I knelt on the floor and look around my room, shaking off my sleep-drunkenness. I took a shower and changed into my uniform. Rui was in the kitchen sitting at the table and scribbling on some blank ledger lines.

"I thought you were supposed to finish that project while I was making supper last night?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, Starforce Wonder Brigade came on and-" I interrupted her.

"Wait, you didn't tell me? Come on! You know that's my favorite show!" She looked at me quizzically.

"You mean you're not going to sass me?"

"Hey, as long as the rent is paid, I don't care. Was it a rerun?"

"Yeah, you didn't miss anything, don't worry." I sighed deeply and walked over to the fridge and grabbed the lunch I had prepared for my self the night before. I made some toast and then sat down across from her. "So, hows your blog going?" Rui knew a little bit about my blog, but certainly not that I was stalking people just for something to post.

"It's not too bad I suppose." I shrugged. There really wasn't much to say. I finished stuffing my toast into my face before running out of our apartment and down the stairs. I walked briskly down the street and to the bus station to meet up with Ino. It was a few minutes before she arrived. I looked over at her "You know, this week has been a whole lot of nothing. Even though I've skipped out on lunch to talk to Itachi, I've barely learned anything. I don't feel like I'm getting any further than small talk." I slouched against the concrete pole of the train station.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me to be honest." Ino shrugged. "You're not exactly, how put it nicely, interesting."

"Wow, you're a bitch." I laughed and gave her a smirk.

"You know it." She laughed. "Seriously though, this was bound to happen." I sighed.

"Yeah, you're probably right. The day hasn't even begun and I'm already looking forward to lunch. Hopefully it comes quick." Unfortunately that was not the case, class dragged on as slowly as ever.


"Finally! Lunch time!" I stood up from my desk and stretched my arms high above my head and yawned.

"Are you going to the music room today?" Sakura said, without looking up from her textbook. Even during lunch she was studying.

"Nope. I'm going outside, I have had enough with this! I'm going to plant my rear down and stuff my face."

"Wait, are you giving up?" Sakura looked at me, surprised.

"No, of course not. I just need a break." The concern dropped from her face, and she turned back towards her textbook. It was fairly out of character for me to give up on something and willingly admit defeat. I stretched even further and yawned once more. Tenten and Ino had already left, and Hinata was reading a book. I grabbed my lunch, and left the classroom. I walked down the stairs to the first floor and out of the side entrance. I found a nice shady spot underneath an oak tree and sat down, leaning against the trunk. I watched as some students used their lunch period to practice for the sports festival.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" My heart skipped a beat and I looked up. Itachi was standing there, looking at the students on the track field.

"Go for it." He quietly sat down. "You're not in the music room?" I was surprised to be honest, considering that's where he's been every day this week.

"The music club is practicing the folk dance for the sports festival, so it's fairly loud. I'm surprised you didn't notice."

"I wasn't feeling up to adventuring in the halls today, especially considering I brought extra lunch." I started to unwrap my lunch box and eat quickly, while still trying to appear somewhat graceful.

"Ah, I see." We sat in silence, but not awkward silence. Something about quietness with him wasn't uncomfortable or weird feeling, as I've learned over the past week. I watched a girl walk by and eye me. Whether it was in curiosity or animosity was beyond me. She looked back to the cellphone in her hand and tapped away at the screen quickly before putting it in her bag.

"Are you participating in the sports festival this year?" It was probably a stupid question, he didn't seem like much of the 'school spirit' type.

"I'm not doing any events, but I helped organize some of them." That doesn't surprise me. "And you?" I finished the bite of food I had in my mouth.

"Tenten and I are doing the three-legged race. We won last year, so we're hoping to make it a streak." I didn't want to sound like I was bragging, but I was bragging. "You should come watch." I grimaced slightly at the suggestion. He probably had better things to do than to watch me trip over my own feet.

"If I have the time, I will." I hope he wasn't just blowing me off because he wanted to be polite. He was hard to read. It had fallen silent again, save for the shouts coming from the track field ahead and the occasional small talk. After a while I had finished my lunch.

"Well," I stood up, gathering my things, "thanks for keeping me company while I ate." I smoothed down my skirt. He continued to look at the field.

"No need to thank me."

"I'll see you around then." He nodded. I walked off back toward the school, leaving Itachi sitting under the tree. I made my way across the grounds, and then into the school. I pulled out my data book and wrote down a few more notes. I certainly wouldn't consider Itachi and I friends, but I suppose I was a bit closer to him than any of the others. I flipped through the pages. I've tried to talk to everyone in here except for one. Him. I muttered curse words under my breath. Maybe I was being over dramatic, but I really had no desire to talk to that one. My impression of him over the last week hasn't improved in the slightest.

I stared down at the miniscule information I had on Deidara. I puffed my chest out and put my arms on my hips. I can do this!. I looked under what I had written for interests. Going by this, he's probably in the art room. I closed my book and slipped it deep into my bag. Now's as good a time as any. I breathed deeply and walked inside the school, making my way to the stairs and climbing up to the third floor. I shuffled nervously down the hallway, planning out my strategy. From what I've observed, being cute and sweet won't get me anywhere. To be honest, I don't think cute and sweet would work with any of the Akatuski, seeing as that's their fan girls' main approach. I don't think cute and sweet work with anyone in general now that I think about it. I stood in the doorway of the art room, and like I suspected, he was sitting at a desk, staring at a lump of clay. I waited a few moments before opening my mouth to speak.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer, yeah." My eyebrows knitted together. Why I ought to...

"If I wanted something good to look at, I'd just look in the mirror." I spat. Oh that was smooth. I did a subtle fist pump before Deidara looked up at me, small smirk on his face. He seemed impressed by my audacity.

"That wasn't half bad, hm." He looked back down. I hesitantly walked up to the desk he was sitting at. He somehow felt volatile. It would be wise to choose my words carefully. I sat on the desk next to him and pointed down at the lump of clay.

"You got any plans for that?" I asked flatly, lazily pointing at the ball.

"You think I'd just sit here staring at it? Of course I have plans, hm." Someone's a bit grouchy.

"No need to be so snippy." I was having difficulty telling if this was his regular attitude or if he was just in a bad mood. It seemed to be the latter, given that he was at least tolerable the other times I observed him.

"No one said you needed to talk to me." Oh, jeez, snippy is a bit of an understatement.

"Well, I didn't think you'd be this much of an asshole." I snapped without thinking. I should have thought that through. I grimaced for a moment, it was too late to take the words back, so I decided to let it roll, hoping it sounded natural. I hopped off the desk and spun around, giving a lazy salute."Later dude." I made sure to sound unimpressed. I turned around and walked out of the class. For a few moments I heard shuffling and the screech of a chair on linoleum. I wanted to turn around, but doing that would only make me look less confident. Once I was out of sight, I cringed and leaned against a wall. I slapped my forehead. Well, I made an impression, it definitely wasn't the right one. Not like I care much what he thinks about me anyway, massive asshole that he is.


"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!" I sprinted down the street from my house, my phone buzzing in my hand. I picked it up. "I know I'm going to be late, just another two minutes and I'll be there, I swear."

"No, you already missed the train."

"What?!" I ran faster down my street, lungs burning. "You're kidding." I paused between each word, catching my breath a bit.

"No, I wish I was." I could tell that Ino was serious. There's no way I'd be able to run to the school in time to make it.

"Gotta go." I forced the words out and hung up my phone shoving it deep into my school bag, clutching it to my side. My damp hair whipped around my face with my bangs glued to my forehead. "No. No. No. No!" I reached the intersection on main street just as the ominous red hand glowed on the crosswalk indicator and traffic passed through. I slung my bag on my shoulder and started thumping my head against the pole. "I'm never going to get there on time." I groaned and heard the purr of a motorbike.

"Hey, you want a ride?" I threw my head back in frustration. Now I'm being cat called, just shoot me. "Yo, Bambi!" I twitched.

"What!?" I screeched. I didn't have the patience to deal with some douche-canoe that tries to pick up school girls. I turned and my vision was instantly drawn to the blonde sitting on the motorbike, with his hand resting on the empty spot behind him. "Oh, uh..." I stared in disbelief. I called him out on his shitty personality yesterday, and now he's offering me a ride? Is that what it takes to get a guy's attention these days? And they say women are complicated.

"Do you want a ride or not, yeah? The light's about to change." I straightened up. There was absolutely no way that I would make it in time if I didn't get a ride.

"Fine." I said flatly and ran over hopping on the back. I've never been on a motorbike, but there's a first for everything, right? I stepped my leg over, trying to keep my skirt down in the process. The light quickly flipped to green and I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around him. "Pretty sure this is illegal!" I shouted. School rules definitely prohibited this, and neither of us had a helmet. What the hell am I thinking?

"Police don't patrol over here, don't worry!" He shouted over his shoulder as he continued to keep his eyes on the road. I rolled my eyes and shut my mouth. I'm not going to be late, and I'm desperate. We rode through the backstreets of the city and then turned up toward the school. I had never gotten to school this late before, but even so, the crowd of girls were still gathered around the entrance. First staring with anticipation, then slowly shifting into confusion. The consequences of the situation I was in finally made sense to me. Deidara drove the bike to a stop in the school's parking lot.

"Uh, thanks for the ride." You could hear the confusion and hesitation in my voice. He got off and stood there for a moment, looking at me.

"Still think I'm an asshole?" I thought about it for a second. Was this some weird kind of apology? Is he trying to prove wrong or something? He seemed to be in a good mood.

"A bit, yeah." I shrugged and smirked. Thankfully, he didn't take me seriously.

"Wow, I offer you a ride out of the kindness of my heart, and you still think I'm an asshole, yeah?" He pretended to be hurt. "Maybe you're just a bitch." He smirked and we started walking towards the school.

"Oh, that's probably true." Ahead of us I could see the group of girls, while hearing a strained sigh from the blonde standing next to me. "Oh look, that's my cue to leave." I ran ahead and wiggled my way through the crowd, the girls eying me, some curious, other jealous. I made it through the gates and was walking toward the front entrance and I could feel their glares on my back. I heard them start squealing. I walked past the offices and bypassed the first-year hall, heading up to my class on the second floor. I quietly slid the door open and stepped in. Ino looked at me in disbelief.

"Dude, did you sprint the whole way or something? How the hell did you—have you thought about trying out for the Olympics?" She looked at me in shock. "I didn't think you were that athletic, man you put on a good act in gym." She muttered.

"No, I got a ride. There's no way I can run that fast or that far." I walked over to my seat and slouched in my chair.

"Who gave you a ride?"

"Uh, you know, it's kind of a long story, and I would really need to explain it, and-oh look Kakashi-sensei should be here soon. Let's just agree that I flew here on a broom. I can assure you that you'll hear about it later."

"Wait, what?"

"You'll see, trust me."