Due to a rather annoying case of LSS (Last Song Syndrome) on the song 'High School Never Ends' by Bowling for Soup, I decided to make a high school fic. But, no, this isn't like all the other high school fics. This is the not-so-typical kind.

This is, obviously, my version where…

Sasuke isn't a such a pretty boy snub, where Sakura isn't a nerdy bookworm with the history book permanently tucked under her arm. Ino isn't the flirt and Shikamaru isn't boring but still, he's smart. Naruto isn't such a hybrid (half-idiot, half-moron) and Hinata wouldn't throw up of embarrassment. Tenten's not going to be so neglected and plus, Neji isn't that anti-social.

Call it OOC. I call it Original. –falls over and withers at own temporary conceit-

Like majority of the high school fics around, there's a party or something like that. But, here, it's not the prom. It's the Annual Graduation Ball… which is close enough.

Enjoy and please don't hesitate to leave a review, flames or not since this is my first high school fic.

Note: Tenten's Point of View.

Disclaimer: Heck, I don't own Naruto. But I own this story. And since that's the case, I'm satisfied.

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Chapter One:

'Wanted: A Date to the Grad Ball for the Batch Sissy'

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"Luke," one of my best friends altered his voice to make it sound like Darth Vader's, "This is your destiny." He grasped my shoulders firmly and gave me a stern expression, trying to seem serious despite the chuckles he was stifling.

"My name's not Luke. You're talking to the wrong stranger. And you know, Neji," I tried to talk with a forced beam, "I never really watched the Star Wars series, you know. And don't make that voice; it freaks the hell out of me, damn it."

Hearing that out of me, he rolled his pearl eyes and took his hands away from my shoulders, "Gawd, Tenten, Star Wars isn't a series. Family Guy is a series. But Star Wars? No. It's a trilogy."

All I could do is roll my eyes and mumble "Whatever" under my breath. He takes things too seriously.

"Anyway…" he said, placing his hands back on my shoulders, gripping them too tightly and once again imitating Darth Vader's voice, "I am your father."

I shivered at hearing Darth Vader's creepy muffler-like tone again and I almost yelped, "Alright, I get it! You want me to get the guy. Yeah, yeah! Now just quit it with the voice and let me do the job." That did the trick. He let go and turned to Lee to hear what he had to say.

He just gave me a wink and thumbs up and said, "You can do it, Tenten! Woo him like Romeo serenading Juliet in James Bond's singing voice under a yogurt cheese moon!"

That's the problem with my pals. Neji is the typical boy who used to be a real hell of a bully back in elementary. Now a fan of Sci-Fi movies and Harry Potter, he did his best studying the language the elves used in Lord of the Rings and even managed to flawlessly copy Darth Vader's accent.

Lee is like a cheerleader. Even though he is the school mascot, he'd encourage you to go for it no matter how dangerous. Even if you were going to jump off the fifth floor, he'd be screaming, "Go for it!" (Which happened last year) and he never fails to make the worst pieces of 'poetry'.

But, hey, I'm in no position to speak. I'm the drama club's director and I do nothing but fail Calculus and History class and play Grand Theft Auto with Neji. He always beats me there, which isn't such a deal.

In weeks, we're going to be graduate students. And, along with the dumb proms we've attended last year and last month, there's the Graduation Ball, usually held the night after graduation or on graduation night itself.

Graduation Ball equals to having to fuss about getting a date… again.

So, here I am, leaning on my locker beside Neji's, eyeing Sasuke Uchiha: one of the many guys who gets three swirlies a day… and still manages to look decent. Believe me. Lee has experienced swirlies all his life and he looks freakier by the minute. Maybe that's how Lee really is.

"What are you doing still gawking like that?" Neji said, making me stop staring at Uchiha just pass me by. Only now did I realize that he had come out of his Chemistry class after the second dismissal bell, "You said you're going to ask him to the Ball, right? Then, get to it!"

Then and there, he gave a quick shove and I was forced to join the flow of the packed hallway. I realized that the dumb high school traffic has brought me closer to Sasuke despite the fact that he's walking briskly.

Taking a glance at the pick-up lines Neji wrote for me on my wrist, I tried to choose one.

Should I say "Is it you or is it hot in here?" or "What's your sign?"

Okay, maybe none.

And with such concentration (even walking has seemed to be so difficult), I snapped the numbness out of my limbs and walked towards Sasuke. A meter away… A foot away… A step away… An inch away…

Oh, fudge!

I hit him.

"Hey," he growled rather lowly, "Watch it." As our shoulders rubbed, I can't help but stare back at him and maybe, just maybe, I looked worst than an idiot. Seriously, guys, what's worst than an idiot?

And there, I mumbled what seemed to be the word I first said in fifteen years, complete with thick saliva and probably a near-to-foaming mouth…

"Y-Yao."

Yao? Alright, know what's worst than an idiot? Me!

Surprisingly, he didn't arch a brow or throw me a sickened look. He simply raised his brows and greeted back, "Yo."

Gawd, he's got such wonderful black locks. With that blue shine, it pretty much reminds me of the night sky before an evening shower. And his eyes? It's like if you look straight at them, you'll fall in and just never look away ever again. And his braces remind me of diamonds…

Then, he says something that strikes a miniature heart attack, "Say, you're Tenten, right? Heh." Hah! He remembers me! Wait… he remembers me? Where the hell did we meet before?

I merely nodded and he went on, "I saw you somewhere before in the arcade three blocks from here. I saw you hanging with the… Hyuga bully, I think. And that bard guy Lee. You and Neji were playing Alien Exterminator and I recall seeing Lee shriek every time an alien got shot."

I swear I heard Neji wham his hand against his locker, causing a loud bam against cold locker metal when he heard Sasuke say 'Hyuga bully'.

Yeah, Neji and I loved to play Alien Exterminator. Of course, his high score is unbeatable and when I got frustrated enough to actually kick the game screen with my foot when I got too pissed, the security chased us out and we almost got jailed for the night.

Good times.

I couldn't help but snicker for three seconds… then gawk back at Sasuke blankly. "Yeah, and you're… Sasuke."

He raises his brows effortlessly once more and then suddenly blurts out, "You were the girl who tried out for first baser last year, right?"

I let out an awfully embarrassed chuckle complete with a snort, which I tried to hide as soon as I could. I should really stop laughing like that or else, people will not only label me 'Sissy'… they'd call me 'Piggy the Sissy'.

"Well, yeah. I almost got in if I didn't have such a weak-ankle girl. " I said, trying to act normally when in truth, I wasn't. Gawd, that time when I tried out for the baseball team is still a memory that hurts my head. I swear I cursed all the way home when they turned me down.

"I… I don't usually see you in the basketball court or on the baseball field…" I stammered, trying to change my stance, "Not a sports person?"

He gave me a furrowed brow, "I'm the baseball team's first baser. Didn't you see me play last season?"

Lemon squares! I forgot! He's the only one who couldn't catch the fly ball last season!

"O-Oh?!" I tried to act like I didn't know that, "That's… awesome!" Then, the only thing I wished that would never occur happened: I started to talk without pausing again… something I usually did when I'm talking to a cute guy (surprisingly, I don't do that in front of Neji).

"What's it like, huh?" I foolishly suddenly barked out loud with a sheepish grin.

"What's it like what?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What the…" he gave me a suddenly pissed look, "What do you mean, what do you mean?"

I suddenly panicked, "I… Baseball! What's it like to be a baseball player?" Whoa, good slip. Great job, Tenten.

At that point, he threw me a blank expression.

He smirked and answered, "It's fun, actually. You play baseball?"

"Gawd no!" I immediately shrieked then I changed my answer, "No, wait! Yes, yes! I have. A little but I don't think I'm good." My, I'm totally sounding like a real lunatic. Guess what? I came with matching giggles and sudden gasps like an asthmatic kid.

And his smirk, from the blank look, transformed into a completely irritated and turned off air. I blew it.

"H-Hey!" I went to say, "Uh, you know about the Graduation Ball, right? What do you think of it? I mean, I'd think… you know, as seniors, it's going to be our last time together… as a batch! Nothing more! Just… a batch! So, I was wondering if… you'd spend it with me so we can get to know…"

"Wait a minute." He interrupted me in mid-sentence, "You're a… senior?!"

I arched a brow and nodded silently. He, on the other hand, made a face that seemed shocked and disgusted at the same time, "Seriously?" he said, somewhat making out an amused tone, "My gawd, I thought you were a sophomore."

Fine, so even if I am older than him, I can't believe that he thought I seemed younger to him. But that's better than being mistaken for a College Sophomore anyway.

"So…" I began, "You wanna go to the Grad Ball with m-…"

"Grad Ball, huh?" he repeated with his fingers cupping his chin. He definitely looked hot whenever he did that, "Sounds fun."

"Yeah, fun. It'll be--…"

"Too bad I promised my best friend that I'd take her."

Crash. And voila, it was the end for me. He's 'politely' and 'very understandingly' declining me with a statement that hid the secret message: An echoing, ear-splitting, stomach churning, psychologically disturbing NO.

"Aaah…" I mouthed, pretending to be fine, "So… you're taking Sakura, huh?"

Like always, he raised his brows with his lips slightly parted, as if he wanted to speak but the words refused to come out. And soon, he shrugged his shoulders at me, as if telling me to get over it and find a guy equally sissy as me.

He turned the other way and walked away, leaving me dateless for the third time in my whole high school life.

When Sasuke was far enough, Neji and Lee approached me and stood by my side, one friend at either side. Neji had his arms crossed against his chest and he growled, "Hyuga bully? The jerk. When I kick his--…"

"Neji! No swearing, please!" Lee stopped him from continuing his sentence, forcing Neji to stop before saying the word 'ass'.

Firmly like always, Neji planted a hand onto my shoulder and asked in a mumbled, "Okay, so it turns out that Sasuke the wimp had the nerve to turn you down. Big deal, you're better than him." And all I could do was turn to him and grin back as I saw him snicker.

"If you like," he began an offer, probably one consisting of wedgies and black eyes, "I can knock him out tonight and in the morning, he'll wake up dazed in Jamaica with a banjo. You know, for rejecting you."

I shook my head and replied, "Let's just grab a Mocha Latte, guys."

Hearing that I'm fine and taking this sanely, Neji couldn't help but laugh and lock arms with me, "Sure thing! Hey, Lee, come on! I'm driving the three of us to the nearest coffee shop for a latte."

There we were: Three best friends on their way out of the school to go get ourselves a latte. Neji's the best.

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I hope it's not that choppy as I thought it was. By the way, I don't own Star Wars or Lord of the Rings but I'm sure no one's wondering.

Come to think of it, the story's title comes out as D&DD... or D3 or 3D. Cool. xD

Well, did you guys like it? There'll be more to come so keep yourselves posted! Reviews are welcome!