I was sitting there- in those hard metal chairs that the school takes out for special occasions.

I was slouching like always; not giving a damn about anybody's conversation. Which must have been weird, because people were poking me and asking if I was all right. And like usual, I gave em' this big grin to show that I was perfectly fine.

Even when I wasn't.

Because you see- on that day, I was feeling pretty anxious. About what, I don't remember.

But I do remember that after a minute of just sitting and staring, the valedictorian walked out on the stage that was decked out in front of us.

She didn't bother to cover up much, but then again she never did. Her chest was bouncing up and down with every step she took, and really...I didn't want to stare- but it was considered a crime for me not to.

And while I was watching her parade around like some fuckin' fairy, the kids around me started to settle in and tone their conversations down to a strained whisper.

Once the room got quiet, she stood real still up at the podium and gave us this cheeky little smile. I smiled too- wondering if she noticed me in the crowd.

"How do you all feel!" she started off by shouting- holding her arms out in some sort of victory pose.

Some kids shouted back in the same energy and liveliness, but I remember that all I was doing was biting the tip of my thumb and trying not to cat-call.

Course' she didn't give me two shits of day- why would she? She hated me. Her sister hated me. Pretty much her entire family hated me.

But that didn't stop me from trying to always get her attention. Why? Because she was beautiful.

…Absolutely stunning.

I remember sitting up straighter, even though those chairs were screwing with my back; leaning forward and giving her my undivided attention.

And whether she realized she got my attention or not- she continued her speech about how proud she was of us. Proud that we managed to survive four of the most grueling years school had to throw at us.

I held back a snort of amusement- because I knew she had never stepped foot inside Uzushio before.

Konahagakure's jailhouse for those who don't know.

And not only that, but the fact that she was some sheltered rich brat who didn't know what actual hard work was.

Who never cried for the right things- and who never sweat because of the pain.

But once upon a time, I showed her everything. I played my cards right and I swept her off her feet- showed her that it was okay to break the rules and have a little fun.

But maybe fun wasn't the right course of action for her- because fun landed us in the hospital. Not her- not me- but her cousin.

And from that day on- 'happily ever after' changed into get the hell away from me. But really- I don't mind that. Because after I had my fun, she decided to cut ties with me. And I didn't mind that either.

She gave her preppy little graduation speech- the entire speech written down on her fifty or so notecards- and we were free to go.

Because that was just some mandatory pre-graduation ceremony. Everybody had to come an hour beforehand so they could sit, stare, and then leave- for 'practice', so we knew what to do when the actual thing came rolling by.

Not like we needed it.

And as the hoard of kids crowded up the hallways, I managed to grab little Ms. Valedictorian's arm and pull her into an empty class.

Course' she tried to shout and whatever, but I pinned her wrists above her head and smashed my lips against hers. And sure- she fought it. Hell, she was a good kicker too- nearly caught me right in the ticker, but she missed by an inch or so, giving me a split second to find a better position to hold her to the wall.

I remember when I pulled away to bite at her neck- she let out this squeal that sounded absolutely beautiful.

But she was naturally soft-spoken without a microphone- I knew that. She knew that. We both knew it- and we both knew that she wasn't anybody to mess with unless there were other people to back her up.

Meaning- if I got her alone in a room such as that one, there wasn't shit she could do about it. And there wasn't shit that she would do about it.

She was mine for four minutes at the least, and she soon decided it was just easier to let me have what I wanted. And that was a good choice- because I'd been frustrated for weeks before the pre-grad ceremony, and I needed somebody by then. I needed her.

Her neat and press black hair that was always straight at her shoulders were now messily splayed all over her flushed face. Her bangs were shoved off to one side- her cheeks now a crimson red as I trailed fingers across her pale skin.

And I remember how she breathed- so quickly, tried to do it quietly...but couldn't. She was whimpering my name, saying it over and over-

Naruto, Naruto…Naruto..

And she kept on panting, crying, moaning-

I trailed my hand up her leg and pressed against her, still leaving marks on her delicate neck and bare shoulder.

She knew what I wanted- she knew I was going to get it one way or another-

...

And then you probably can guess what happened after that.

Despite the fact that she hated me- she loved me. Would do anything for me. Anything at all.

I left her in that classroom once we were done without looking back though, and I swear that I still remember her crying out my name again- wanting me to go back to her and hold her like how I used to.

But I knew that'd never happen again.

Never.

So I turned my head, ignored the call and went to lunch. And what we had for lunch? I can't recall.

All I know was that I felt better.

Happier than I did all week.