Authors Notes:lol. I love this story. But editing sucks. DX I didn't have spell check on the program I originally wrote this on and my spelling sucks so you can guess just how much of a pain in the ass this was to edit. XD Anyways, I'm also starting to realize some of the characters are a little ooc in this story... I'm sorry about it, I'll try to prevent that. XD Hope you like the story so far!

Warning:Yaoi. Cursing. More nonsense in later chapters. XD

I hate school. I really do. It's evil.

I guess before I start on my current predicament and turn of horrible luck I should tell ya about the after math of the little 'mall incident'. Actually things were okay after we got out of that store, if a bit awkward. People kept staring at us the whole day like we were just the most fascinating people on the face of the planet. I guess I've almost started to pity Orochimaru at some point in the day though. The guy was mistaken for a girl about twenty times, and each time he would just shrug it off or glare at whoever said he was a girl... Well until it hit number twenty. That time he completely blew up in the guys face. The guy he yelled at ended up running off screaming and I think he might have actually pissed his pants. What can I say, Orochimaru's scary as hell when he's mad.

I at least got some decent stuff to wear. I can finally not look like a total dork at all hours. That's kind of nice. At least I don't have to stay in the school now. I've gotten pretty good at sneaking off the school grounds without anyone noticing.

At the moment, though, I'm headed for my first class. Algebra. Why god, why? Not only is it my first class but it has to do with math of all things. Math is my absolute worst subject. I only passed last year because I sat next to Tsuande and she just let me copy the answers off her paper. I'm so screwed...

Just to make things worse the teacher seems to have some grudge against me or something. It's kind of annoying because I just met the guy and he already hates me. Trust me I can tell when a teacher hates me, most every teacher I've ever had does.

And just when I thought things couldn't get any better. You know that guy I was talking about who kept hitting on me? He's sitting right next to me and he won't stop winking at me and trying out these god awful pick up lines from hell. Seriously, just kill me now.

"Jiraiya!", Mr. Evil math teacher yells,"Pay attention, and stop day-dreaming! Oh, and tell you're boyfriend over there to stop talking! He's disrupting my class!" Now that's just cold dude. A few of the guys around the room laughed. I just stared boredly at the front of the class as the teacher writes random stuff on the chalk board. Holy shit. Are those letters? I can already sense failure. Joy. At least it'll piss of my parents.

I think I fell asleep at some point because I woke up to the sound of a bell ringing and the sound of someone next to me giggling like a school girl. I just glare at the guy next to me, who's smiling and just winks at me again. Letting out an annoyed groan I grab my bag and walk out of the class extremely pissed off and frustrated.

The next couple of classes go about the same way. Teachers hate me. No understanding of the subject of the class. You know, basic private school hell.

Then the lunch bell rings. You see in any normal situation I would love the fact that I got to get out of class for a while. Not now. I can pretty much guarantee that lunch will be a total hell on earth, considering the ways have been going for me recently. God I sound so bitchy and angst and shit...

Sure enough when I finally get to the lunch room, that happens to be on the opposite side of the school from the class I just got out of, there isn't a single empty table. Not to mention all the good food was already long gone by now.

"Hey! Jiraiya!" Oh god. I turn around to see the familiar face of that same gay kid smiling at me and waving me over to his table. I just let out a sigh, realizing I really don't have much more of a choice, and sit across from him at the table. He's got this huge grin on his face, like he's just the happiest guy on earth. It's kind of annoying because I don't wanna give the guy any ideas or anything but he's just smiling in a way that makes you wanna smile back. Now that I think about it he looks almost kiddish. He's got this kinda long shaggy brown hair that hangs in his face a bit and a rounder, almost cutesy looking face. God, he's like an overgrown kindergarten student...

"Hey, Jiraiya. I noticed that you weren't in the cafeteria when I got here and I didn't want you to end up having to eat gross leftovers or anything so I thought I'd grab you something and save you a spot to sit. He pushed a tray with a piece of pepperoni pizza and a coke in my direction and I actually smiled. He may be a total pain in the ass and kind of stalker-ish but at least he isn't completely useless.

I pick up the piece of pizza and say a quick,"Thanks!" He just grins, his weird, redish eyes lighting up,"No need to thank me, I'm just good like that," and he gave me another one of those weird winks, leaning forward slightly, like he was trying to seduce me or something. I take a quick bite of pizza, god they have good food here, and say as casually as I can,"Don't get me wrong, I'm completely thankful for the whole saving me food and a place to sit thing, but I just don't think I like you like that, I'm straight."

His face falls for a second before that goofy looking smile takes over his face again,"But we can still be friends. Right?" I can't help but smile back, the guy's just one of those people who seems to be able to get you to do that, and I reply,"Sure. Just no more hitting on me." He kinda starts to laugh in this really weird way that, for some reason, makes me think he doesn't laugh often, and smiles.

"So, have you made any friends around here yet? Other than me of course", he ask me calmly. I think on that a moment, wondering what exactly I consider a friend,"Not really. Most of the guys around here just aren't the kinda people I would hang out with, you know." He nods and I can't help but ask,"Hey, do you know anything about a guy named Orochimaru? Long black hair, weird golden eyes."

He nods and says, taking a sip of his coke,"Yeah, I've heard a bit about him. I'm a sophomore ya know. Even though the guy's only a freshman he hung around the school a lot. Probably because his parent's died when he was seven and his legal guardian is Sarutobi, the principal. Supposedly he went kinda crazy when his parents died. That's why he's so weird and anti-social."

Well. That would explain that outburst in the mall. Now I really do feel sorry for him. That's gotta suck having your parents die when you're only seven. Heck, it would suck having your parents die period. I guess that also explains the almost bi-polar behavior.

When a silence fell over the table I couldn't help but scan the cafeteria, looking for the familiar long black hair. He was sitting at a table in the back corner of the cafeteria, reading instead of eating his lunch. It's kind of weird because he looks oddly pretty. There's this window right behind him and the sunlight is hitting his pale face perfectly. I shake my head and turn back to my lunch, driving the very thoughts from my head. He isn't pretty. I shouldn't be looking at other guys like that or thinking of them in that way at all. It's weird.

Suddenly the bell signaling the end of lunch rings and I look over to the guy sitting across from me,"See ya, dude. Thanks for saving me a seat." I get up to go throw away my trash and he follows shortly behind. It looks like he didn't eat anything out of his lunch at all. Weird. Just as I'm about to walk off to next class I turn around and ask kinda awkwardly,"Hey, man, I know I'm a total moron, but your name just slipped my mind. What was it again?"

He just smiles again like he does whenever I even look at him and replies calmly,"My name's Madara. Uchiha, Madara."