Authors notes:Hello! Yeah, this story is taking longer to update and edit that I would honestly like. Too much damn homework. But, anyways, I really do hope that you guys like this story. Also I would love it if I could get more reviews. I don't know if this is just a rather unpopular pairing or what but normally my stories are much more popular than this by this point in the story. Even if you tell me that my writing sucks at least I'll have something to work with. XD Oh, and I'm not going to put the warnings up on every chapter anymore. It's kinda just a pain in the ass to write (I'm a lazy bastard) and I've already put it up the last couple of chapters. :P

I think I love gym class. You see it's one of the few classes I know I'm good in and it comes with perks this year. Because of the gym clothes I get this one period of the school day to get rid of that god awful tie! That thing is fucking evil man. It tried to strangle me! And if I loosen it even a centimeter the teachers yell at me, and give me shit about it till I tighten the damn thing to the point I can't breathe again. I'm seriously tempted just to set the damned thing on fire.

Anyways, the gym teacher's late and everyone is basically just sitting around the gym. I'm just sitting there, enjoying the break from yelling teachers, when I hear a certain creepy and all too familiar voice say,"Hello, Jiraiya." I literally jumped and spun around to face him. The guy said that right next to my head! He chuckled at the look on my face and asked in an overly innocent tone,"What's wrong, Jiraiya? Did I scare you?" I glared at him and replied harshly,"No! Why would I be scared of you, Orochimaru!?" He simply shrugged and said calmly,"How should I know? You are the one who jumped when I simply spoke to you." I nearly punched him. Nearly. He's just too girly looking to hit... Okay, actually I don't know why I didn't punch him I just didn't. "You were right next to my head! Anyone would be creeped out!", I exclaimed in my defense.

He just chuckled in that creepy way he did, and before I could say anything about him being a freak the gym doors slammed open. A man I assumed was our gym teacher walked into the gym and yelled,"Ah, the exuberance of youth! You're all full of it!" We all just kind of stared at him like he was crazy. He completely ignored the weird looks we were giving him and continued,"My name is Might Guy, and I will be your gym teacher!"

Gym was weird. In fact we really didn't do anything. Basically some kid asked what the hell was with Guy's name and he went on this long rant about how every guy in his family had been named Might Guy. I spent the entire period just sitting against the wall next to Orochimaru. Why he sat next to me the entire time I really don't know. I'm also not entirely sure why I didn't move, but I didn't.

He was also just so quiet I kinda forgot he was there after a while. So, of course, when Guy released us to get changed the snake bastard nearly gave me a heart attack by randomly asking right next to my head,"What class do you have next?" I jumped and he let out an almost evil sounding laugh. I'm starting to get the feeling he does that on purpose...

I just started to head to the locker room and said angrily,"None of your business." He didn't say anything but basically stayed right beside me the whole way there. When we finally got into the locker room and I started to pull my shirt off I turned to Orochimaru... Who was still right beside me.

"Any reason you're staring at me getting undressed?", I asked glaring at him, throwing my gym shirt in the direction of my locker. His face was completely flat as he said calmly,"I was merely curious." And with that extremely descriptive and helpful answer to my question he walked off to wherever his locker was. Curious? About what?

I reluctantly, and rather unhappily changed back into my stupid, ugly uniform and grabbed my stuff. I heard the bell for the next class ring and started off towards my next class, AP Literature.

I don't know why but I seem to be really good at writing. I guess I can't be horrible in every school subject. I was looking forward to the one class I might have some chance of doing well in. Literature was one of the few 'constructive', as my parents put it, things I liked.

But I was horrified when I walked into the class room. Sitting in the back, next to the only available desk left in the class, was a pale boy with bright golden slit eyes, and ridiculously long black hair, smirking in my direction. Orochimaru. I could seriously have just died right there.

How did he end up in this class with me? Was he really stalking me? Was I really just that unlucky? How did he get here before me without me seeing him pass me in the hall?

His grin only widened at the look of horror on my face, and even though I couldn't hear anything his shoulders were twitching the way they do when someone's laughing. The sick bastard.

I groaned inwardly and walked over as slowly as humanly possible to the seat next to him. It was only that much worse because the classroom was small so the desk were shoved to the point they were nearly touching. Shit. I could finally hear him chuckling when I sat down, and muttered a quick,"Shut up, Orochimaru."

The teacher walked in a few minutes later. He had silver hair and looked bored as hell. He didn't even say a word but just wrote an assignment on the board. He then sat at his desk and pulled out a book, completely uninterested in everything. Wait... Is that porn he's reading? Can he have that in a school?

We had to write a two page paper on a subject of our choice. I was actually kind of excited about it until I read the 'must be school appropriate' part. Damn. They just have to ruin all my fun don't they?

I eventually decided to write about some weird thing I remember happening during the summer. I know that's a really stupid and completely boring thing to write about but I really couldn't think of much else.

So I started to write about my, now that I think about it, boring summer and was finished with the stupid thing with thirty minutes of class left. What a boring assignment. Oh well. If things kept going like this the rest of the year I knew for sure I'd pass.

I laid my head down on my desk, using one arm as a pillow, and soon got bored to the point I nearly fell asleep. That's when I felt an ungodly cold hand against my own. I was able to keep myself from jumping, but I did spin around to glare at the grinning girly-boy next to me,"What the heck? Did you shove your hand in a bucket of ice or something?"

He just pulled his hand back away from mine, and ran a hand through his long hair, saying calmly as ever,"I didn't do anything. You had your arm on my desk and I decided to shove it off instead of waking you up." I decided to look down and see for myself. Huh. How did one of my arms end up across his desk?

"You could have pushed my actual arm instead of giving me a near heart attack! Besides, I wasn't even really asleep,"I retorted lamely. Orochimaru was quiet a minute before actually knocking my arm of his desk and asking in his annoyingly calm and smooth voice,"Can I see you're paper?"

I just quirked an eyebrow at him, and asked flatly,"Why?" "It's simply because I'm curious about your writing ability. You must be at least somewhat skilled in literature to make it into this class,"he replied instantly, like it was just the most obvious thing in the world.

I just handed him the paper and decided to take a look at his. He was done with his work too. His paper kind of creeped me out, though, just because of the morbid topic, and the way he described things. It sounded like something out of a horror movie. Why in the world did he chose to write about his parents death of all things? I actually felt a shiver run down my spine but I couldn't get myself to stop reading the damn paper. As it went on it actually got to be really sad and a lot less creepy. If even half the stuff written in his paper is true then I understand why he's so freaking weird.

The paper was snatched out of my hands before I could finish the entire thing and Orochimaru handed my paper back to me. He put his paper back on his desk and said in a flat tone,"You should write about something you actually care about. When you write about things that have no true meaning behind them, or are of no significant importance to yourself then the work is of a much lower quality and isn't even worth writing in he first place."

I wanted to glare at him but I knew he was right. Things I wrote always came out better when I cared a lot about the subject. Too bad I didn't have much I really cared about that wouldn't get me sent to the principals office...

Just then the bell rang and I dropped my half-ass assignment on the teachers desk where everyone else dropped theirs before walking off down the hall to my next class.

In all honesty I don't remember too much about those next two classes. My mind kept drifting off in directions that chilled me to the bone, much like the person they were mostly about.