Naomi: Yeah, chapter two, yeah!!

Naruto: Ahem, please excuse the author. She is uber psyched about being reviewed positively...

Sasuke: So please allow Naru and I take over hosting.

Nao: --------- is dancing w/ roma tomatoes

Naru & Sasu: She doesn't own anything and she thanks all who are reading. If she has made any mistakes, please post it on the reviews or send her a private message.

Naru: Also rating could go up, curtasy of my teenage hormones.

Sasu: Oh, Naruto!! Rowr!!

Today was just one of those days. My alarmclock didn't go off, I was late for school, my science project worth seventy-five percent of my grade wasn't ready(in fact, it wasn't even started), and to top it off I spilled milk all over my pants.

I ranted about my bad day to the guys.

"Well Naruto, have you ever considered karma?" Sai asked.

"Whose Karma?"

"Karma is the force which controls the goods and bads of the universe. Like if you kick a kitten, and a dog bites your ass."

"Sai, his brain capacity is like one to a thousand compared to yours!! Say it simpler," Kiba laughed.

I had known Kiba since I was born(I'm fucking serious, we were born in the same hospital and our moms are like uber buddies), but I was new to being friends with Sai. The three of us had attended the same schools since elementary, but it was only this year we started hanging out with Sai.

"I know what it means, Dogface!! If I did shit, shit happens to me!!"

"Hmph, pms much, Foxy?"

"I ain't a girl, moron!! Anyways, I didn't do anything to anybody, so karma got nothing on me."

"Is that so. Hm, have you been doing at least one good deed a day?"

"Argh, screw this fortune cookie crap!!"

I left them on the roof and went to class early, hoping no one was there. I wanted to go cultivate mushrooms in a corner, but all the corners my size were occupied by garbage cans and pubecent teens. Damn cans!!

The classroom was unfortunately not completely empty. One kid in the back, but he was reading and seemed unlikely to be very chatty. So I took my place in class and just totally spaced.

"Hey tall, blond, and spacey."

I turned around and scowled.

"Watcha want loner!!?"

"Now, now, is that any way to greet a friend of a friend?"

I finally got a good look and saw it was Sasuke sitting in the back reading. Holy crap!!

"When the hell did you start attending our school!?"

"I've always attended school with you guys!! In fact, I've been in every single one of your classes!! Stupid!!"

"You're shitting me."

"No shit!! If you take the time to look at the people in the back of the class then you'd see alot of other people!!"

I thought of all the times I've looked behind me. I never have(like Tamone says, put the past behind ya and never look back). But then something hit me.

"How come you never have sit in the front?"

"I'm not a delinquent and I keep my grades up," he said smuggly.

"Shikamaru doesn't spray paint the school walls either and he has straight A's!!"

"He sleeps in class," Sasuke shrugged.

He got me there. The day Shikamaru stayed awake the entire time in class was the day I got straight A's for and entire year. Man, this guy was interesting. And now that I got a good look at him, he wasn't half bad looking either(that's right ladies, I'm gay; not, I'm bi), but the stagnant, narcausistic type was not my cup of tea.

"So, you got a date for prom tonight?"

"Sorry, but you're not my type."

"So you are gay."

"Let me rephrase that. You're not my preffered gender."

"Oh, shot down one the first try," I laughed, "but seriously. Do you?"

"No, I'm not into dancing with sweaty teenagers."

We laughed together for the rest of lunch. Regretably the rest of lunch equalled three minutes and soon the class was filled with chatter. After class we continued our session of 'getting-to-know-each-other'.

"If you're not going to prom, then what are you doing after school?"

"Homework," he said monotonely.

"But its the weekend," I whined like it was me doing homework. "Why don't you stay backstage and just hang with us after the prom."

"I can't. I have homework."

"Tsk, nerd."

"Flunky," he smirked.

"Yeah whatever. Well, if you change your mind the password to get backstage is lemon soda. I'll, uh, see you later."

And I ran back home for no other reason than to practice guitar and take a nap. If I was going to play guitar for two hours straight and party for four hours more, then I want to get six hours of sleep at least.