"They're nice enough." I said after I had carefully put all of my school things back into place though all I wanted to do was crawl into bed. Tenten was in her room working on homework and had asked how the first two tutoring sessions went. Her chair swiveled from facing her desk to facing where I stood in the door. My hand went over my mouth when a yawn tried to work its way out.

"What do you mean by interesting?" She said around the pen sticking out of her mouth. There were ink stains on her hands and I guessed that she had started on our homework when classes let out. "What are their names? Maybe I know them."

"Kisa-ame and Hi-dan were today, an-and tomorrow I'll be m-meeting with Deidara." The pen fell from her mouth and onto the floor.

"Are you kidding me?!" She yelped, leaping up in excitement. "Are they dreamy?! I've heard they're dreamy!"

"They-They're okay, I guess." I said, taking a step back from her out of my confusion.

"You haven't heard? They're part of the Akatsuki!" She squealed. I covered my mouth over another yawn, not really understanding what all the excitement was about. "The Akatsuki is a group of the hottest guys on campus. Their parents are all incredibly powerful so that explains why the criminal record was swept under the rug." She picked her pen back up off the floor and stuck it back in her mouth. "The only downside is they've got a psycho fan girl following." I cringed, feeling a headache coming on.

"Th-That doesn't sound go-good." My phone chimed with yet another text message. It was from Hanabi, my younger sister. My gut tightened when I realized that I hadn't responded to any of the messages I had gotten earlier. Tea first, then I'll respond to everyone.

I settled back down at the chair at my desk, letting the tea steep while I responded to everyone. Naruto's was saved for last. I just didn't know what to say. My homework loomed in front of me, so I quickly typed out a message. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but it was kind of a last minute decision. I'll see if I can come visit home soon.

My phone rested, facedown, on my desk while I got started on my homework, tea finally steeped and perfect drinking temperature. As soon as I set the drink back on its coaster, my phone started buzzing with a phone call. It was Naruto. I squealed with surprise and threw my phone across the room.

"Are you okay?" Tenten came into my room. "Oh, god, are the death threats starting already?"

"W-What? No, I just got a ca-call from Naruto-kun." I chewed my lip, not liking the thought of receiving death threats for doing a job.

"Oh, your boyfriend? Why would you throw your phone like that if it's your boyfriend?" She grabbed my phone off the floor, checking the screen. "You have a voicemail." I grudgingly took the phone back. "Ex-boyfriend?"

"I lo-lo…like Naruto-kun and he do-doesn't know I ex-exist." I mumbled, swiveling to face my desk to wrap my hands around the steaming mug before swiveling around to face her again.

'That's obviously not true if he just left you a voicemail." She crossed her arms and leaned against my bed frame, looking wryly at me. "Boys are just a little thick in the head." I took a long sip of my tea before setting it down and reaching for my phone.

"Yeah," I said, rolling the phone back and forth in my hands. Tenten smiled at me a little bit.

"He'll come around. He would be an idiot to let a girl like you go." She left before I had a chance to protest. The little voicemail icon seemed to mock me. I chewed my tongue as I unlocked my phone and put it to my ear.

"Hey Hinata, I guess you're, uh, busy with all your new school friends or something. (Or homework, you idiot!) Oh! Yeah, what she said. But—Hey! Give that back!

Hinata, this idiot doesn't know how to leave a voicemail like a normal person so good luck with your homework, text me later! Byeeeee!"

Naruto and Sakura were always around each other. Some people said that they make a cute couple but Sakura always laughed and said that there is "no way in hell I would date this idiot." Naruto was in lo-he liked her a lot. The thought made me feel sad. Naruto liked Sakura but she liked Sasuke and Sasuke didn't really seem to like anyone, though his fan following were obsessed with the idea of him falling in love with them. Sakura knew I liked Naruto and she said the same thing about him that Tenten did.

I sighed, putting my phone back where it was and instead reached for my tea. My homework wasn't going to do itself, after all.

…line…line…line…line…

"You're Hinata, right?" I looked up from where my textbook lay on the table, to meet eyes with someone I would have thought was a girl if I didn't know that Deidara was male. His hair was longer, almost past his shoulder blades, currently back in a ponytail. It was a pretty blond that complimented his blue eyes. He grinned at me, sitting down. "You're a lot cuter than the last girl they tried, yeah. She was a butter face." He chuckled a little bit at his own joke, pulling his planner and passing it to me.

It was mess to say the least. There were assignments in the margins and doodles all over the pages but I could make out a few words. He had the messiest handwriting I'd ever seen.

"Wh-what do you want t-t-to start w-with?" I gently pushed the planner back towards him. He shook his head.

"I can't jump in like that after a long day of school." He grabbed a pencil and a blank sheet of paper out of his backpack. "We have an hour and a half of tutoring. We can chat for a few minutes, un." He scrutinized me for a moment before starting to sketch loosely on the paper.

"O-okay," I said, closing my book and putting it back in my backpack so I could focus on him. I wrung my hands, not certain where to start. "What's yo-your favorite sub-subject?"

"Art, yeah." He looked up at me, smiling a little bit in a way that made my stomach feel funny. "My teachers hate me because I draw so much on my tests and assignments." He made a face and I giggled. Conversation with him was really easy. I could see why so many girls claimed to be in love with him. He was great at making you feel like you were the only person in the entire world. I kept trying to take peeks at what he was drawing but he would slyly move the paper just out of my view.

"W-we should get st-started." I said, noticing that fifteen minutes had already passed. I really didn't want to get fired on my second day.

"Yeah, I'm finished anyways." He said and used the tips of his hand to spin the paper to where I could see. My breath caught in my throat. He'd sketched a picture of me. In the picture, I had my legs tucked under me and my head was tilted back. He'd made my neck look so long and elegant. There were butterflies in the picture, and one was resting on the hand I had on my collarbone. The other hand was behind me, my weight on it. "Do you like it?" His eyes searched my face.

"It's beautiful!" I said breathlessly. He grinned, sliding it the rest of the way towards me.

"You didn't stutter that time." He mused, looking pleased with himself. "I'll give you a color copy for your birthday, un."