Author's Note: Hello everybody! First up, shout-outs! Lotus2490, Rose Tiger and Kurosunanokazuo, you all rule! I love you all! Next, a warning. There are extreme Uchiha obsessions in this next chapter. You know how Sasuke is with his major league obsessive personality. I guess I kinda just imagined a 'normal' Itachi the same way. Hence, we have the Uchiha brothers going all old-school fairy tale about their crushes.

Chapter 3: Crushes in Class

"Good morning class my name is Kakashi-sensei. Not Kakashi, not Kak-sensei, and not K-dog. This is how it goes, you read the chapter at home, I give you a test at the end of every week. You don't do your homework, you fail the tests, you fail the class, its that simple. I really don't care if you pass or fail, its all the same to me if I have you next year or not. In class, I really don't care what you do. You let me read, I let you do whatever. We understand each other?"

"Yes, Kakashi-sensei," the class chorused at the silver haired teacher with his face hidden behind an Icha Icha book.

"Good," he replied, then sat down behind his desk and swiveled his chair around so his back was to them. He had never looked at the class once, and it appeared they were to be left to their own devices. Immediately every student pivoted in his or her chair and began to talk, quietly but animatedly, to one another. Three decks of cards and a multitude of paper airplanes were produced from nowhere, cellphones and ipods where whipped out, and History class became a sort of makeshift study hall. Who said high school students weren't resourceful?

Sakura and Ino sat in the front, both with compacts out to get a good look at the Pack, who all sat in a cluster at the back of the room, Naruto in the middle leading a kind of group discussion that looked interestingly like a conspiracy in the making.

"What do you suppose they're up to?" asked Ino, pressing a hand to her mouth to stop her giggles as she leaned into Sakura, angling her mirror to get a better view of Naruto.

"I don't know," Sakura squealed, "but I bet its against a ton of school rules!"

"Naruto-kun is such a bad boy!" Ino practically shuddered with excitement.

Sakura really did shudder, pressing her fisted hands to her mouth in barely contained delight. "I know! He's so dangerous, but also really dreamy! Oh, I wish he'd given me his jacket! Then everyone would think I was his girlfriend!"

"I'd give anything to be Naruto-kun's girl," Ino sighed.

"Well, not anything," Sakura reminded her, somewhat more soberly.

Ino smiled. "Yeah. There is one thing I wouldn't give up."

Sakura nodded. When they'd both first decided they liked Naruto, way back in third grade, they'd made a pact that they'd never let it come between them. Whichever one Naruto picked, the other would support her and be happy for her. No matter what. They both knew all too well, Naruto was not the kind of guy who liked girls who let boys affect their friendships. They'd heard him tell his friend Shikamaru as much, and they were not likely to forget it in a hurry. Naruto's word was law, as far as they were concerned.

***

Sasuke sat at the back of the room, in the corner opposite the Pack, simply content to stare at the angel. The longer he looked at her the more he was convinced she was one. She was beautiful, more beautiful than anything or anyone he'd ever seen. She was a vision, a work of art, some heavenly masterpiece that god had made as a reward for some wonderful thing mankind had done. He wasn't sure what it was or who had done it, but he was eternally grateful. He hadn't lived until he'd met her. His eyes hadn't seen until they'd caught sight of her. His heart hadn't beat until she had made it race. He wanted to be closer to her, but he didn't dare leave his seat and approach her, expecting that she was still angry from their earlier encounter. He could see now that he'd been foolish to think a goddess could be won so easily. This would take work, time, care. He would have to be patient, plan his moves carefully, show attentiveness and dedication. He would overwhelm her with his charm, sweep her off her feet, lure her into the dazzling world of his affection and never let her go. Only then could let himself be lost in those shining green eyes. Only then could he run his fingers through that soft pink hair. Only then could he hold that beautiful, curvy body close and kiss those cherry lips.

Sasuke simply couldn't wait.

There was also the small matter of his competition. Under normal circumstances Sasuke would consider a guy like Naruto no threat, but it seemed his cherry blossom was as completely infatuated with the blond as all the other girls in this school. He would have to do something about that.

***

Two rows before Sasuke, directly in front of the Pack, Itachi was having a similar experience. While the younger Uchiha was busy hungrily eying his pink-haired angel, his older brother was losing himself gazing at an angel of his own.

Itachi's was the same age as Sasuke's, but they were nothing alike. She had long dark hair, pale, pale skin, and perfectly white eyes like pearls. She was slender, willowy, shy, timid as she tugged the leather jacket given to her by Itachi's new rival in love just over an hour ago tighter around her shoulders. She was wearing a blue, sailor school uniform ensemble, but not a slutty one like the pink haired girl Sasuke was drooling over. On hers the sleeves and skirt were long, the blouse not so tight and clingy, and this one had stockings. Itachi wanted more than anything to see what she was hiding under those prim and proper clothes, but in a way he was glad she wore them. He didn't want any other man to see what he had decided, the moment he'd walked into this class, was going to be his. Hinata Hyuuga would be his. And soon.

Itachi shot a death glare over his shoulder at the blond biker boy and his gang of cronies. He went unnoticed. It was all for the better he supposed, it was best not to lose the element of surprise. By the overheard gossiping of the fangirls he was able to find out that his Hinata was the 'lucky girl' that 'Naruto-kun' liked. That, of course, meant war.

It didn't take a genius to figure out he liked her. It also didn't take a rocket scientist to tell she liked him back. Itachi would have to find a way around this if he was to claim the pearly eyed beauty for himself. In all his life he'd never wanted a girl so badly. Being 17 he was no virgin, and neither was Sasuke for that matter, but that was beside the point. None of the girls he'd had so far had made him feel this way, and he'd never wanted one as badly as he wanted Hinata. So really, that settled it. Naruto Uzumaki would have to be destroyed.

***

Hinata knew it was silly. It was a jacket, nothing more. And yet, he'd given it to her over an hour ago and she was still giddy. Giddy! She felt lightheaded. Years and years of watching Naruto from afar, trying both to and not to make things of every sidelong glance, every brush of shoulders in the halls, and she was still obsessing over this. She shouldn't be. She really shouldn't. She should know better, after all this time. Naruto was a bad boy, a troublemaker, a street fighter, the kind of guy all the girls wanted to have crushing on them and a girl like her shouldn't even be thinking about. A good girl, an heiress, the oldest, obedient daughter of a very powerful man from a very powerful family. She was a good girl. And Naruto was a bad boy. She shouldn't be thinking this way, about the two of them, together. And all over a jacket. She shouldn't. But she was.

She leaned her chin on her hand and tugged the thing tighter around her again. It wasn't cold inside, but she didn't want to take it off. Half out of the instinctual knowledge that if she did it would immediately be torn to ribbons by every other girl in the room as each tried to snatch it for themselves. Half out of the fact that it still smelled like him. She really didn't want to let that smell go to waste. She wanted to breath it in for as long as it would linger. She inhaled deeply through her nose. It really did smell like him, the warm scent of motorcycle fumes and ramen. It smelled like body heat, his body heat. Yeah, she didn't want to let that smell go to waste.

She sighed. She had it bad, didn't she?

Hinata toyed with an oil stained sleeve. Naruto's family wasn't exactly small time either, was it? They might not have been old, powerful blood, but they had serious connections. Jiraiya, one of the greatest writing talents of the age, and the Senju family that had dominated local politics for decades. New money, old money, young power, ancient power, what did it matter really? Influence was influence, and Naruto's dad had influence. His mother wasn't local, she'd come from a city some ways off, but supposedly there her family had been the big noise. For generations they'd been the big noise. Influence was influence, no matter how or where. So really, it wasn't such a bad thing for her to take an interest in Naruto. He was of her class, his family of her caliber, right? Her father couldn't object. Could he?

A scrap of paper flew from nowhere and tapped lightly down onto Hinata's desk. For a moment she just stared at it, hardly daring to believe what it was. It was folded several times into a triangle, and at first glance she might have thought it a stray paper football. But it had her name scrawled across the outside. Her hand trembling, she worked it open.

Milkshakes at the quad? After school?

Hinata stared at the invitation, eyes wide. Then she whirled around to look behind her. Naruto, chin resting on the arms crossed over his desktop, looked back at her with puppy dog eyes and an almost sheepish smile. It was him. It had to have been. He'd passed her a note. Asking her out. On a date. After school. Today! Unable to breath or even see properly, Hinata nodded shakily.

Naruto beamed at her.

Author's Note: Yeah yeah I know I screwed with Itachi's age a bit, but hey, they're supposed to be in high school at the same time. I needed Itachi to be a bit younger. Also . . . the Uchiha brothers are plotting against Naruto! Will they join forces? Will they try and trick Sakura and Hinata? What will they do? No seriously, what will they do? I have no idea. And, from now on they are no longer Sasuke and Itachi. They are . . . the Uchiha Brothers! Having Itachi around has done wonders for Sasuke hasn't it? It hasn't effected his obsessive personality though. Hm, some things never change. Having a crush on Naruto is much better for a girl's health, and her social life, than having a crush on Sasuke, no?