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Chapter 4: Enter Stage Right: A Wrathful Baa-chan

So Tuesday was going pretty well by my standards. Granted, I hadn't even gone to first period yet, but there were definitely a few less glares in the hallway (when I mentioned this to Kiba, he said I was delusional but I think I'm right). I walked through the hallways to my locker alone today, which was a pretty rare thing. I liked walking through the hall with at least one other person. If I didn't have anyone to talk to while strolling through the hallway I tended to people watch. Except I always looked at people a little too long and they noticed and got weirded out. I stopped at my green locker, number 1145, and quickly opened it.

"What the-" Empty cans and some other items poured out of my locker, hitting me and then tumbling to the glossy school linoleum. I peered down at the cans and my eyes almost popped out of my skull. The cans were no ordinary cans, but an assortment of beer cans, and the other items I easily recognized. Condoms and cigarette packages. What the hell…

A buzz of snickers and whispers reached my ears and I whirled around, face turning bright red in embarrassment, to see everyone in the hall with their eyes on me and the shit that fell out of my locker. I looked back at the pile of stuff which most definitely was NOT mine. How the hell did that stuff even get there….never mind I take that back. I think I know who did this.

"What am I even supposed to do with all of this…?" I muttered angrily as I kicked one of the cans down row of lockers. That bastard! Was this payback from the punch or was this because I saved carrot top from the spoiled brat's rage?! That bastard was probably laughing his ass off right now. Hahaha. Yeah super funny. Put all the stereotypical scummy stuff in the outcast's locker…how creative teme. Dammit I better clean this shit up before any teachers see this though. The only one that would give me a break would be Kakashi-sensei, and the worst one would be-

"Uzumaki!"

Oh shit. "Heh…hey, Baachan…"

I may not have been suspended but I had detention every day after school for a month! A fricken month!

"I'm gonna screw that bastard's pretty face up so fucking bad," I muttered angrily to myself as I made my way to third period.

"What was that, brat?!" Tsunade baa-chan turned back to me with a pissed off face.

"Nothing." I scuffed my foot angrily against the linoleum. The lady was still mad at me! And she had been screaming at me for over two hours! Hell, I would have rather been in class and that's saying something.

"Then be quiet!" We were now outside my third period. (A/N: The door is open for the classroom)

"For the love of fucking Ramen, give it a rest you old hag! I said I didn't do it!" I yelled. Jeez I had been proclaiming my innocence for the past couple of hours, didn't she get it yet. If I didn't know she loved me like a son, I'd think she was being bribed by Sasuke.

"What was that?! Talk to me like that again and I'll hit you so hard you won't wake up for a month!" She yelled back. Both of us were glaring at each other, fists clenched at our sides. We both lost our tempers really easy, especially with each other.

"You heard me, Grandma!"

"You little brat! Start acting your age!" Wow! Seriously, she was playing the age card. Fine, I could so go there.

"Start dressing your age!" I retorted. I watched with satisfaction as her jaw dropped and then she scowled at me.

"That's it Naruto!" She started advancing on me. Oh shit, not good! See while normally a principle can't hit a student I was an exception since the old hag was actually my god mother (though no one but me and my friends knew that). Last time she punched me in the face and the whole side of my face puffed up like no other for a week and it fucking hurt.

"Shit!" I shrieked and made a dash for the open classroom right next to Tsunade.

"Get back here, Naruto." She yelled in return. I had gotten a few feet into the room when she grabbed a hold of the back of my shirt.

"Ah! Baachan don't kill me!"

"You-" A throat cleared from somewhere and Tsunade and I looked around the room. And it was full of people…lots of quiet people who looked completely dumbfounded. The pull on my shirt slackened and Tsunade dropped her hand to her side. She gave a curt nod to Mr. Mark, and a withering glare to me before stomping out the door. The glare clearly said, "This all your fucking fault and I'm going to skin your ass for this". I gulped and turned to the class who was looking at me like I grew a second head. Awkward…

I walked as quickly as possible without running to my desk next to Temari. She wasn't looking at me but when I sat down she turned to me and I could see the tears brimming in her eyes and her shaking form. And then, with everyone still watching me and now consequently Temari, she burst into a laughing fit. I couldn't help but grin, and soon we were both laughing so hard, tears were rolling down our cheeks. I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe and very little sound was coming out. Kiba has kindly informed that I look like a mentally-challenged seal when this happens. After a couple minutes we realized that everyone's eyes were still on us and we slowly calmed down.

Mr. Mark made his way to me, eyes sparkling maliciously. What was this dude's issue with me?

"Do you have your homework?" Okay, he clearly knew the answer to that. And I mean come on I just walked in the room, you think he'd just give me a break.

"Oh well I guess that's a detention." He said, a smile forming on his lips, when I didn't respond. Wow, so now my lack of homework meant a detention. This guy made it up as he went along. I glanced at Temari and judging from her angered expression he hadn't checked anyone's homework but mine. He smiled at me (evilly I might add) and went back up to his desk and pulled out the little sheet of paper you give people for detentions. I was very familiar with those little suckers. I narrowed my eyes. You know what, fuck it.

"Sorry to disappoint you dickhead, but my schedules full for the next month so you can just keep that." I stood up announced in front of the entire class. Mr. Mark and every other person, including Sasuke (oh yes I was watching him too) looked shocked. I could practically hear their jaws drop! Haha! They probably didn't know I was talking about detentions…nope I'm pretty sure they do. But still it felt great insulting that guy! Temari and I high fived while a pissed off Mr. Mark shoved the note back in his desk. Fun fact that I learned through my many detentions: A teacher's detention is no longer valid if it doesn't happen within three weeks. And since I was booked for the next month I couldn't possibly get any more. Kind of makes me feel awesome until I remember that I have detention every, single, fucking day after school for the next month.

The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly. Sasuke was gone from gym class. I heard Suigetsu and Neiji talking about how he had some sort of appointment…not that I was specifically prowling around gym class with Kiba in tow looking for Sasuke to find out where he was…definitely didn't do that. I left study hall early to make it to English class early just in case Sasuke came back from his appointment and had some crony waiting to beat my ass or something scary along those lines. My life was kind of sucking in the past two days because of that dude, and I didn't want it to get any worse. Why did he hate me so much anyways? Hadn't he ever been rejected before?...probably not.

Once Gaara left (because he always walks me to English because he's such a nice person…I want to give him a hug…I'll do it when I see him next time), I walked into the deserted room. Kakashi had seventh lunch and was always late for class, which didn't start for another ten minutes since seventh period wasn't even over. I went to flip the light switch but paused and instead gripped the switch between my index finger and thumb. I slowly moved it to the middle and let it go, watching as it moved back to the bottom. I tried again and it moved up this time. The next time it went up. The time after that it went down. Ugh! Why wouldn't it stick in the middle! Okay this time it'll work. I got eyelevel with the switch and carefully lined it up until it seemed to be in the dead center. I mentally threatened the switch by cursing it into oblivion if it didn't stick in the middle, and then let go.

"..!" It went down. It fucking flipped down. This thing is rigged. Rigged! I glared at the light switch. Oh yes, the light switch was clearly the culprit.

"Were you just trying to balance the light switch between on and off?" I whirled around to see Sasuke leaning against the door frame watching me with an amused smirk.

"…no." I held his gaze for a bit then looked away. Ugh, that was such a guilty move!

"Dobe." He muttered. I glared at him. I really didn't like that nickname.

"Aren't you supposed to be at an appointment, teme?" I bit out. Jeez why couldn't he just be like a normal kid and say, 'hell there's only one period left, I'll just call it a day and go home'. An elegant black eyebrow raised.

"How did you know I was at an appointment?" He asked, his voice full of smugness. How can someone be that smug when asking a question!...oh shot the appointment. I looked to the side, not wanting Sasuke to look at my eyes, afraid they would give away the fact that I had been looking for him in gym and overheard his friends. Yeah that wouldn't inflate his already huge ego anymore…

"Stalking me, dobe?"

"Like I'd ever stalk you, teme." I said, but my face was quickly heating up. I swear to god I think I have a blushing issue. I looked up to see him push himself off the doorframe and start towards me. Oh yeah, that disgusting, annoying, irritating, self-righteous, gorgeous, sexy smirk reminded me of something.

"Teme! Come any closer and I guarantee I'll give you another bruise." I warned. I should have stopped there, but the anger kept building and I was on a roll. "You asshole. I have detentions for a month, a whole fucking month, because of that shit you left in my locker!" I thought I saw Sasuke lift an amused eyebrow but I wasn't paying attention to him for I was now pacing around and making angry gestures with my hands. "Now Baa-chan will tell Iruka and he'll be all disappointed, and if Jiraiya finds out I'll get some speech about maturity that will turn into him reading his latest 'novel'. Ugh! And Gaara, I managed to hide it from him for today, but I he'll find out and I don't even want to know what he'll do then." I gulped in a breath of air. "And now Kiba will have to stay after school to give me a ride home, but I don't want to make him do that so I don't have one. Ugh and it totally cuts into my free time." I rounded on a very amused looking teme, pointing at him accusingly. "And you! What the fuck was that even for? Do you have any idea the looks I'm getting from every person in this school! I could have gotten into some serious shit like getting expelled or something!" I finished and though I was panting slightly now, I gave Sasuke an unwavering glare. A few seconds passed and he just stared at me in amusement.

"You know what I don't even want to hear it, you bastard." I snipped and went to an empty desk in the middle of the far row of desks by the window. I sat down and rested my hand on my fist, staring angrily out the window, not really seeing anything.

Of course. The whole room is empty, and I made it quite clear I don't want to talk to him. But no. He sits right in front of me and turns to face.

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot, dobe?" Che. Bastard. Yes, it may have been mentioned on a few occasions.

"Has anyone ever told you leave them alone? Probably not, so this will be a first. Leave me alone." I hissed. Yes, you are a super attractive person. And if you weren't an A-class asshole then I'd be flattered.

My comment earned me a sneer. Damn aren't sneers supposed to make a person ugly? How the hell did he get such good genes?! "God, you're annoying." He muttered.

"Then stop bothering me!" I retorted angrily because for some reason his insults were really bothering me. Wait why is he leaving? I watched as he got up and walked out of the room, not turning back to look at me once. I wanted to rip my heart out at that moment and angrily question it as to why it suddenly hurt. Why should I care if he left? I wanted him to leave in the first place. If someone really cared and wanted to talk to you they wouldn't leave.

My scoff echoed in the empty room. But Sasuke didn't care, stupid Naruto. Duh. Shit why am I getting fan girl tendencies? This has to stop. Next thing you know I'll wake up and my hair will be the color of a flamingo and my forehead size will be doubled.

I wanted to laugh at my own lame analogy but I just couldn't muster one.

When people started to slowly trickle into the room, I immediately spotted a familiar black head of hair and quickly looked the other way. The entire class I had to physically force myself to not look in his direction. I had no friends in the class and as I've mentioned before English class sucks balls so I sat there and doodled for a while before I decided to draw a picture for Gaara of Gaara. In a panda suit. I giggled to myself as the sketch progressed. I wasn't half bad at drawing which came in handy when doodling out my thoughts…and for graffiti, obviously. Speaking of graffiti, that gave me a great idea. I put my pencil down and discretely whipped out my cell phone, sending a group message to Kiba, Gaara, Shikamaru and Temari. I set it back in my leap and continued my drawing. When I finished Gaara, it hit me that the picture needed one more touch. I glanced at the clock. There was fifteen minutes left, perfect amount of time. I started drawing furiously and by the time I finished I still had six minutes left of class.

"Nice drawing." A voice said from next to me.

My heart stopped for a moment and I jumped in my seat, turning to see Kakashi-sensei looking at my paper. I glanced around the rest of the room to see everyone diligently working on whatever he had assigned (not that I knew what it was since I hadn't been paying a bit of attention).

"You scared me Kakashi-sensei." I said, still clutching the fabric over my heart. His eye crinkled, letting me know he was smiling. Oh yeah, I may have forgot to mention because I'm so used to it but he wears a black sleeve thingy over his mouth. Don't ask why, I've never asked him and I never will. Frankly I don't want to know what's under there if it's something nasty. He then walked down the aisle, checking to make sure everyone was working, and reprimanding the ones that weren't, well except for me.

I looked at my drawing. It was of me in a fox outfit and Gaara in a panda outfit. We looked so cute. It decided. That is what we will be for Halloween. Which is in…um…a month, yeah, a month. Sweetness. Sparing the paper one last adoring glance (Can't wait to give it to Gaara!), I grabbed my phone to see everyone's reply.

Kiba: You're a fucking genius! Hell yeah I'm in.

Temari: Definitely ;)

Gaara: I look forward to it (I could feel the sadistic aura from just his text)

Shikamaru: I'm in

I grinned wickedly and stuffed it into my pocket just as the bell rang. People started rushing into the hallway and I squeezed my way through, finally slipping out of the group as it dispersed after passing the door. A familiar redhead was leaning against the lockers across the door waiting for me.

"Gaara!" I squealed running towards him, my paper grasped above my head with both hands. Hm I kind of feel like someone's watching me…oh well, they are just jealous I didn't draw them a picture. (A/N: Sasuke watched from the doorway, perturbed by the jealousy he felt seeing the dobe. But what the fuck was that idiot holding in his hands?) And of course I glomped him. (Remember I had to hug him for walking me to class!) He sighed irritably but for some reason didn't push me off like he usually does. I wonder why? Anyways I pulled back and let go of him, shoving my picture in his face.

"Look at the picture I drew of us! And look we are holding hands!" I said excitedly. Gaara took the picture and looked down at it a small smile forming on his lips. Suddenly I became way of a really angry gaze on me. I turned and looked around the hallway when I saw a glaring Uchiha looking directly at me. What was his problem? The smile dropped from my face and my expression became a one of confusion. Whatever…someone must have just shoved the stick up his ass even farther up.

IAMALINEIAMALINE-STILLALINESTILLALINE-YUPEVENOVERHEREIAMALINE

"Like I'd give your disrespectful ass a ride home. Find your own ride."

"Oh please, please, please Baa-chan! I'll never be mean to you again!"

She sighed. "Look I would give you a ride, but I have to be at a meeting for the principles at the local high schools in like ten minutes and I don't have time." She looked totally sincere. I gave a sigh of my own and prepared to tell her that it was okay.

"I'll take him home, Principle Tsunade." A smooth, velvety voice spoke from behind me. My body went rigid and I stared straight ahead. Don't ask me why I wasn't turning around, I just really didn't want to look at him. I mean was he bipolar? He had been so snippy and bastardy earlier and now he wanted to give me a ride home…the mental red flag that he was up to no good went up in my head.

"Why Mr. Uchiha that's so kind of you." Tsunade gushed. Bleh. Don't talk to teme like that Baa-chan. He's really an evil prick! Don't fall for the face! Don't do it Baa-chan.

"It's my pleasure. I'd love to help." He basically purred the last part and looked right at me when he said it. I ignored the tingling sensation that went through my body and looked at Tsunade. There was no way she missed that tone, right?...Wrong. I whipped my head away from Tsunade's smiling face and glared at the school that way I didn't have to see either of their faces. Both of them sickened me. I'd probably get indigestion if I looked at them any longer.

"Naruto, why are you pouting? Thank Mr. Uchiha." She reprimanded me harshly. Oh I see. Sasuke gets the nice tone, but not me. I turned to Mr. Uchiha and gave him a completely false smile.

"Oh, Mr. Uchiha, really you flatter me so by offering, but I couldn't possibly!" I proclaimed with so much over-dramatics, I had a hard time keeping my face straight. I stared at Sasuke, whose eyes turned hard at my mocking him.

"Itai!" I whined as a hand whacked me in the back of the head.

"I'm sorry about that. He lives at 1345 Oakton Avenue. Do you know where that is? (Sasuke nodded like a little suckup)" She said kindly to Sasuke then turned the full force of hell's fury on me. Scary! "Behave yourself. Or else!" She said in a tone that scared the shit out of me before she waved goodbye to Sasuke-teme and left. I watched her go then turned to glare at Sasuke, who was smirking up at me from behind the wheel of his expensive looking black car. Wait, expensive looking black car…

"Teme! You're the one who almost ran Kiba over last week!" Sasuke's eyes widened fractionally, then returned to their wow-I'm-so-cool-no-emotion-state. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said calmly.

I scoffed. Riiiiight.

"So in exchange for giving you a ride home, I was thinking-"

"I don't want I ride home from you." I spat. He probably wanted some sexual favor so that he could put me on a list of conquests. No thanks. I'll walk.

"Let's play a game."

"Fuck no."

"You need a ride home don't you?"

"I'd rather walk thanks."

"Don't be such a child. I won't rape you or anything."

"…yeah somehow I don't believe you." I gave him hard stare. Yeah right. I trust him about as much as an alcoholic in a room full of beer. Annoyance and anger flashed in his dark eyes.

"I won't do anything." He gritted out. His sounded really annoyed. Bonus points for me for annoying the teme.

"Yeah you're just doing this because you're such a nice guy." I replied sarcastically. What was left of his smirk vanished, replaced by a tight line.

"For fuck's sake, just get in the god damned car." He growled angrily. His angry eyes were glaring at me now, actually scaring me. No wonder carrot top was scared of him, he snapped in like five fricken seconds and man was he scary when angry.

I dropped my gaze and opened the door to his car. My hand wrapped around the cool metal, and I wondered if something was seriously wrong with me that I'd get into a car with this guy. The leather was smooth and I slipped into the seat, situating my bag in between my legs on the car floor. He stepped on the gas pedal and the car drove through the parking lot. It was completely silent. I peeked over at Sasuke, whose hard gaze was fixed on the road. I glanced out the window. Then back at Sasuke. Then the window, and then Sasuke again.

"Would you stop fidgeting?" He snapped, briefly glaring at me before returning his gaze to the windshield. Was I fidgeting? I couldn't even remember why I was angry with this guy because all I could feel was the heavy tension in the air. Was it just me or was there a tingling sensation in my arm making me want to reach over and touch him…god that's so weird…clearly I need to be getting more sleep.

"Sorry," I mumbled, my hands started to twist and knot themselves together. He looked over at me again, this time sighing and no longer looking angry. You know it's kind of weird that he is spending so much time with me…actually, I think spending time with is stretching it a little. It's more like seeking out. Usually if he did anything with a girl he would give her the cold shoulder for the rest of eternity, with maybe the exception of another hookup. I kind of want to ask him why? I glanced over at him. His profile is so…gorgeous.

I tugged my face in the opposite direction when I realized I was staring. I am definitely looking into this way too much. I mean wasn't it more fun to chase a rabbit before going in for the kill?

Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard

When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard

Fuck! That's my phone! I recognized my ring tone for Gaara and shoved my hands in my pockets searching for my phone. I came up with nothing and pulled my hands out and reached for my backpack.

Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6

Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6

Where is the damn phone? I glanced at Sasuke feeling extremely self-conscious about the really loud ringtone and the fact that I couldn't seem to find my phone.

Like a G6, Like a G6

Now I'm feelin so fl-

My hand wrapped around my phone and lifted it from the bag, quickly hitting the talk button.

Want to come over? I smiled as Gaara spoke through the phone. It always amused me how he never bothered with the hellos or introductions. "Totally!" I exclaimed, glancing sideways at Sasuke when I realized how loud I was talking. He was looking at me from the corner of his eyes with a frown.

"Oh, but I'm not home yet. I had detention." I grumbled shooting Sasuke a glare which caused him to smirk. Why? I glanced at Sasuke again. "I'll tell you when I come over." Fine. And then the line went dead. Gaara didn't do goodbye's either.

"Who was that?" Sasuke asked.

"None of your business, teme." I replied cheerfully, looking forward to going to Gaara's house and the ramen I would steal from his cabinets.

"Hn." Wow. A whole syllable.

"That was such a gay ringtone by the way, dobe." Sasuke said after a few moments of silence. I whipped my head around to look at him in anger and shock.

"It is not! It's an awesome song, and totally not gay!" I snapped at him. I love that song!

"You're probably right. You would be an expert on gay stuff wouldn't you." My mouth fell open for a moment in shock before I scowled at Sasuke. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! He obviously likes guys as well if he was going around trying to kiss me because last time I checked I don't have boobs or a vagina.

"I'm pretty sure you would know too Sasgay!" I retorted. He fully turned towards me, his fists balled in his lap. Oh, did Sasuke not like that name? (insert evil mental chuckle) I vaguely registered that we were no longer driving, but parked in front of my house.

"Excuse me?!" He snarled.

"You heard me, Sasgay. You hypocritical ass!" I snarled right back. A smirk formed on his lips but his eyes stayed full of anger.

"You shouldn't use big words like hypocritical. You'll strain that pathetic, little brain you have!"

"UGH!" I yelled in frustration. I grabbed my bag off the ground and threw open the car door, scrambling out quickly. I'd had enough! I didn't look at Sasuke again as I slammed the door shut with all my might and stomped around the car and across the driveway. Sasuke started backing out of the driveway, and at the same time I looked down to see a decent sized rock by my feet. I grabbed and without really thinking about any repercussions I looked up and chucked it at the black car that was now at the end of my driveway.

A large smile spread across my face as the rock made contact with the passenger window. I stood there smiling for a moment until Sasuke slammed on the brakes, his car halting where it was (I could only see the passenger side since it was positioned like it was ready to drive away on the street right before my driveway). I heard the car door open on the passenger side and the moment I saw Sasuke's absolutely furious face I hightailed it into my house and locked my front door. I quickly ran to my backdoor and locked that too just in case. Loud, furious knocks came from the front door. I ran up to my room and took out my phone. "Uzumaki!" I heard Sasuke holler from outside, but I just ignored it. That stupid bastard! He was always insulting me. If he thought I was going to pay for the damage to his car he had another thing coming. He could pay for it himself and instead of the $1000 allowance he probably got a week, he'd have to suffer with only $500. Stupid, spoiled rich teme! God, everything he did pissed me off a hundred times more than anything other people did.

Group Message to Kiba, Shikamaru, Gaara, and Temari: Get the supplies ready! We are doing it tomorrow morning! Be at school at 2 am.

I clicked send and tossed my phone onto my orange comforter before running downstairs to get some supplies form my garage.

Naruto's ringtone for Gaara is Like a g6. I was listening to it on my ipod and I thought how funny it be if Naruto had this as Gaara's ringtone and of course Gaara knew about it and didn't like it.

Oh and I don't know if any of you noticed but I changed Naruto's school schedule around from the first chapter because I had to make some alterations so that some things could work better in the story.

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