Author's Note- I feel so bad for not updating I'm not even asking for reviews.
Disclaimer- I do not own naruto. Nor will I ever.
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Pop.
Growl.
Pop.
Snap.
Pop.
"PIG, STOP POPPING THAT DAMN GUM!!!!!!" Sakura held the remainder of her blue ballpoint pen in her hand.
Said platinum blonde raised a pencil thin eyebrow, then slowly and deliberately popped the gum once more.
"Oops." Her tan legs fanned out over the silk sheets on her bed, and Ino leaned over her book, slight cleavage showing under the thin white wife beater.
"My bad." She said again, popping it once more, then spitting it into the floor, right into one of Sakura's Converse.
Glossed pink lips curved upwards.
"Ino-pig," Sakura emphasized, "would you kindly get your gum out of my shoe?"
Pop.
"No."
"Then," Her smile widened, "I might have to do this."
She threw her broken, ink spattered pen right on top of Ino's favorite silk pair of panties.
Pop. Growl. Hiss.
"Bitch."
"You looking in a mirror, pig?"
The platinum blonde girl of 18 stood up, then promptly stomped to the door and out, but not before throwing a, "I'll still beat you, forehead!" behind her.
It had been a few days since the mall incident, and Sakura had heard nothing from Sasuke. Nothing. Period.
Which, by the way, did more than piss her off. Where the hell was he? Honestly....
"S-Sakura?" Hinata popped her head in through the partially closed door, her violet-ish hair dripping water droplets onto the carpeted floor, "Your mother c-called on my cell. She w-wants you to c-call her b-back."
"Alright," The pinkette jumped off of the top bed and landed gracefully on her pink and white sock clad feet, "did she give you a reason? I mean, I've had my phone off all afternoon. It's dead. I didn't think it'd be much of a bother."
Sakura bit her plump lip worriedly.
"S-she didn't sound t-too bad," Hinata assured her, slipping into the room. She shivered in the cotton, thin towel that wrapped around her thin body.
"Thanks, Hina," Sakura laid a hand on the girl's shivering shoulder before unplugging the sleek phone and tiptoeing outside. She lowered her body onto a stone step and leaned against the wall, her fingers, nubby from a habit since she was 4 of chewing on them when nervous, shaking as she dialed her mother's home phone.
"Moshi moshi?" Sakiko answered, after 3 rings.
"Mama! Is everything okay?" Sakura bit her lip, "Hinata said to call...."
"Oh, everything's fine. I just wanted to tell you...oh, I don't think everything's fine. Gaara found out, Sakura. He's more than angry. I don't know what to do! Yukie doesn't understand. She just thinks he's a nice man that wants to take her for a vacation. Sakura? Sakura?"
The phone slid to the ground as Sakura's emerald eyes filled with tears.
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In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Sakura's breath was uneven as she did a cartwheel once more in preperation for the tryouts.
In.
Out.
Why did he have to find out? How was it fair? He didn't care in the first place! He left her for Ino. He probably had a life, anyway. Why did he dare interfere?
In.
Out.
"You'll kill yourself if you keep going like that," A lazy voice called from the doorway.
"I-" Cartwheel, "don't-", flip, "care."
Flip.
"Fine then. Even though I was nice enough to come over and offer to take you to lunch. Friends, of course. I have a girlfriend."
Sakura wiped sweat from her forehead and grabbed a waterbottle beside her.
"Shikamaru?" She squinted her eyes. The guy that she fell over! "Hey!"
Sakura took a swig. She didn't feel like going out with anyone, friends or not, but....maybe it would be good for her to forget about that in some other way than killing herself. Maybe.
"Sure," She smiled, "I'll come. If the offer's still up."
"Mind if more than me and you go?" He asked. It seemed hard for him to talk this long...maybe he was used to staring at the clouds. Doing. Nothing.
"Not at all." Sakura slung the Nike dufflebag over her shoulder, "Can I bring a friend?"
Ino could trash their place all she wanted tonight. Sakura felt like having fun, despite the nawing at her heart.
"Yeah. You better get cleaned up first, though. I don't think Choji would like a sweaty girl at his place."
Sakura slapped his arm playfully, already feeling like she had known him for years.
"Okay, I'll take a shower," She vowed, "I'll be done in an hour, probably."
"Fine. I'll be at the steps near your room. Be ready, or I'm leaving without you."
Sakura was pretty sure he would if she wasn't.
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The next chapter is pivotal. I know this is short, but quality over quantity, right?