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iSpyCherryPie328: First week of school and first impressions on teachers and my dear roommates? x.x Oh, plz don't get me started! Anyone try out for fall sports and actually make it? (Besides me, because I totally made it past first cuts for Cheerleading!~)

B0WchikaW0W-0W: Pretty sure I clenched my spot for Football. Wide Receiver, as I'm sure you know. winkwink.

GreatWhiteSharkB1te: Now isn't that a dumb question. Of course I made the Swim Team…thanks for your adorning concern, hot stuff.

.myIQsaysHi22: The Shogi Team…Ibiki is considering letting me be strategist on the football team.

ImABirdInACage56: Football. Hoping for Quarterback.

.Darkness2: I'm going to be quarter.I'm not accepting less.

.!.God.10!: Football. Duh. Maybe I'll get WR, but I'll be fine with Tight End or even Halfback. I don't care as long as I get to run. XD

sippIN0ndathater-ade: AWESUM! I'm trying to decide between fall cheer and winter cheer, but if I pick fall I'll miss volleyball, but then you'd have to be all alone, Cherry! I'M SO CONFUUSEED!

|[]-|[]: You were about the only one who knew what they were doing at tryouts the other day, Hater; either try to do both or convince your BFF to do Winter Cheer instead of Winter Poms. I'm hoping for volleyball, of course, but I should be able to do tennis, too. Don't'cha think?

4Ev3rIllLov3U: ERM…maybe. You'd have to ask about practice schedules and work out the homework and stuff. I tried out for golf…hope I make it!

40-40Vision: Would you scream with me if I told you that Anko-sensei told me I would make a great cheer captain by time next year? SQUEAL!

iSpyCherryPie328: ….She's lying to you….

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NaruBaby2496

Sasuke kicked the door open to room A007, which I will now forever be, well, for the rest of the year, calling homeroom. The wood knocked against the back wall loudly, casting all the chatter to be silenced, all eyes zooming toward our direction, and zeroing in on Sasuke.

There was an ear-aching silence.

"Sasuke-kun…should I be scared?" I whimpered, scooting behind my 'boyfriend', hiding from the forming sneers by using his back as a shield. I peeked over his shoulder, and I was automatically engulfed by his scent, masculine but not…overwhelming. Somehow, just perfect, right in between.

He scowled. "Tch, I don't know ye—"

Screams reached decibels unknown, levels that should be illegal and impossible to accomplish by means of human vocal chords as all the girls in the room—except for Ino and a few more select—hopped up out of their seats, pounding their fists on the table/desk/thing of evilness and fire dancing in their eyes. I couldn't even hear Sasuke mutter a tired, "Yes…" to my question about being afraid, because I was too busy with that feeling in my gut telling me something was about to happen. Something bad or otherwise un-good; it bubbled like something red in the pit of my soul, until I was able to decipher it.

"GET OFF OF MY SASUKE-KUN!" A particular shrill demanded, reaching my ears immediately, making my eyes widen and narrow evilly, her gross red eyes locking to mine like magnets and narrowing equally.

The room hushed, all the other fan girls to afraid to yell at me anymore.

If Karin wanted to be that way, then, psh, fine, it was war. Bring it On: All or Nothing Bee-itch!

"Give me your hand," I ordered of Sasuke, my voice not like anything I could recognize anymore. I was past sanity. I was in a battle right now. (And, if you didn't know, psh, I am going to win because I am the human embodiment of AWESOME.) Sasuke's back went ramrod straight after hearing my tone, and he opened his mouth in refusal, but a loud, "TEME! SAKURA-CHAN! I saved you guys a seat," beat him to it.

I scurried out from behind Sasuke and ripped his hand into my grasp before he could complain, and I smiled sweetly at the jaws dropping to the ground once Sasuke just groaned, continuing to hold my much smaller hand as we went up the steps to the two seats Naruto saved for us.

The format of the room was much like that of our younger days when we were twelve, at the 'Academy' buildings. Hinata was tomato red, trying to stay conscious while Naruto talked about something to her, and when Naruto talks, I'm just letting you know, he's never talking about anything. Don't ask why I had a sudden urge to italicize. Loser. Anyway, Ino was one row above them, sitting in between Shikamaru and Choji, Shikamaru was sitting next to Kiba, who was sitting next to Shino, a guy who has a crazy obsession with all things insect. I tend to stay away from him. Very far away. Sasuke and I's seats were next to Hinata, Naruto, and some random kid I'd never seen before, though he looked…decent, I guess, if not a little young for our grade. His hair was a shaggy, almost cherry red, eyes heavily eyeliner-ized (i just failed…) but a reflecting ocean blue.

I stared at him for a long while until Sasuke (rather rudely UGH) dropped my suitcases onto the ground with a loud BOOM. I couldn't complain about that, seeing as Sasuke was still holding my hand as he led me us through the semi-narrow allowance and into our seats, he sitting down on the bench next to Naruto, making me sit next to the silent redhead who didn't even move over to make our trek easier. It was as if he wasn't even trying to be rude, though. As if he could care less about anything in the world.

I must've been staring super-obviously and for a super-long time, mouth wide open, eyes like bugs, because Sasuke squeezed my hand, sending my head snapping in his direction, my eyebrow up in inquisition. "…What?" asked airily, to which he smirked that aggravatingly cute smirk and removed his hand from mine (WHY?), running it through his oddly styled hair.

"I was starting to wonder if you were mentally decomposing him."

My jaw dropped to the ground. Do I really look like that type of sick person who enjoys making human soup! Speaking of…I saw an episode of CSI, like, I dunno, last week, and a victim had been seriously liquidized. I almost barfed because, ironically, I was eating soup at that exact moment. In case you're wondering, no, I do not feel comfortable around Campbell's anymore.

I sunk into my seat, leaning my back against the wood behind me, and suppressed a yawn, shaking my head afterwards, rubbing my green eyes a second later. Apparently if wasn't enough anymore to wake up and take an invigorating shower, and soon I would succumb to my family's coffee craze and become a caffeine-addict, then die, because caffeine is definitely a drug (a stimulant, actually), and, psh-aw, you can die of all drugs if abused, last time I checked. The only problem with that, I decided as my eyes slid closed, is that I absolutely abhor coffee. It smells gross, especially black coffee, and it, no matter what flavor, will stain your teeth. Why in the world would I want to stain my pearly whites?

"OHHH MAAAH GOD!" A certain blonde yelled, complaining, and shooting me out of my semi-rest. I glared daggers at her, because, seriously, I was this close to falling asleep, going into Dreamland and making crazy love to a certain boy who happens to have the name Uchiha. I'm a pervert. Sue me.

A vessel popped out on my forehead. "Would you put a lid on it, Ino?"

She pouted, "It's just that homeroom started like," Ino glanced at the clock above the door, "five minutes ago and the guy isn't here yet! I want to put my stuff away before Period Four!"

Shikamaru, who was also trying to catch some Z's glared halfheartedly at Ino then fell back into his folded arms, muttering his signature catchphrase, "Troublesome."

"I am not!" Ino growled, waving a fist by the sleeping Nara.

Naruto, for once having amazing timing, hushed our little group by pulling a gravel from who knows where and smacking it on his desk. Hinata jumped, obviously frightened by the noise, Sasuke's eye twitched (weird, right? I have to fix that…) in aggravation, his perfect eyebrow doing the same, Ino and I yelped, Choji dropped his potato chips, though he quickly pulled out a new bag, Kiba growled like a ballistic animalistic, and Shikamaru didn't move at all, apparently too sleepy to care.

The tanned blonde grinned widely, going into his backpack and pulling out a chalkboard eraser. "I have a welcoming present for our new homeroom teacher," He sung, moving the eraser from right to left in his hand, and his eyes brightened mischievously.

My eyebrow rose. What type of idiotic idea was he talking about this time?

Our eyes watched the top of the door anxiously; smiles cracking in a way we hoped were inconspicuous when the golden handle twisted right, a loud click echoing through the now silenced room. Somehow, I don't even know how Naruto got the whole classroom to agree to his little stupid (albeit amazing, I mean, wow, it's gonna be sooo awesome!) plan of attack on our teacher, but it must've been his speech skills that he inherited from his Dad. Minato-san was the Superintendent for nothing.

A man with silver hair that defied gravity—it stood up, like, almost straight!—and a dark mask that covered his eye and mouth walked in reading a bright red book that I could only recognize as being Icha Icha Paradise, a series of porno books. He was working the usual protocol for our staff here, which meant he was wearing some normal black slacks, semi-fancy black shoes, a white formal shirt with a cool stitching on it that wasn't required, and his forest green blazer was thrown over his shoulder. The only thing that differentiates teachers from students in our school is that—the green blazer, vest, tie, or whatever else you can pull off during school hours. Gai-sensei, one of the gym teachers, chooses to wear a skintight jumpsuit and odd orange leg warmers. That is his choice, and, even though no choice is the wrong choice when it comes to opinion, his is wrong. It's just ugly. I'm not so sorry.

Time seemed to freeze as the eraser fell from the top of the door slowly, so slowly that I wouldn't dare look at the clock and see how many minutes passed. We all, as in the whole class including Karin-bitch and even the adorable silent redhead that I am now going to call Leprechaun because he's so small and redheaded, leaned up from our desks, trying to get the perfect view of the chalkboard eraser provided by Naruto fall on our new sensei's head with a puff of dust. It fell to the ground with a tumble, it echoing throughout the emptily silent room, since no one could yet tell if this guy was going to turn to face us and yell, giving us all detentions if we laughed, or if he himself would laugh, pick up the eraser from the ground, then resume as if nothing happened.

What we got was something in the middle. The man with the silver hair bent down and gripped the black and white eraser, dog earring a page in his book and shoving it in his back pocket. He examined the eraser as if he'd never seen one in his life before, then he strolled lackadaisically to the board, placing it in its respectable holder. When his back turned, Sasuke scoffed something about not believing a teacher fell for something as juvenile as that, and Naruto pumped his fist in the air, guffawing. "Ahahaha! You fell for it! You fell for it!" The class erupted then, well, really the majority did, and Kiba patted his shoulder to get the blonde's attention, sharing a high-five before the teacher turned back around and scratched his nose, eyeing each of us individually. We hushed immediately under his cynical gaze.

His only visible eye slowed when they reached our area, and I felt a lump, no doubt guilty, rise in my throat and my heart rate increased tenfold. He was staring at me. Staring through my soul and he was thinking I was bad even though I'm a good girl! I-I-I-"I'm so sorry, sensei!" I blurted/apologized, shooting out of my seat, bringing my hands to my face in faux shock, "I tried to stop Naruto, but…"

Oh. My. God.

Everyone audibly shifted in my direction, disbelieving looks mirroring in their expression. Had that made me the biggest snitch in the frigging planet or not because I kind of have a feeling that it does! That prank was, like, perfect! Everything went as planned and I had to ruin it by telling on Naruto, who was currently hyperventilating in his seat and crying, "Why, Sakura-chan, why, why, why!"

I scratched the back of my head sheepishly and smiled. "U-Um, sudden impulse?"

"Ahem," The teacher cleared his throat, an action that sent all bodies forward, attention toward him. Believe what you want, but we're respectful students in the classroom. Usually. Well, not really, actually, if you considered the most recent. He rubbed his masked chin, "Hmmm…How can I say this…?"

It seemed like he was talking to himself, and my thought was only strengthened when the corners of his mask raised in a way that made it look like he was smiling, and his eye crinkled. However, then he stared levelly at all of us students, his smile still in place.

"My first impression is…I don't like you guys."

Was it just me or was it, like, raining fail in here?

Okay, maybe it's just me.

Homeroom passed by very quickly, considering there was only about three minutes left of it when Kakashi-sensei decided to show. When we interrogated him on why he was late, he said something about a dying cat and a pregnant elderly woman.

You'd have to be mentally stupid to believe that.

With seconds left before the bell would normally ring, a anime style exclamation point appeared over his head as we all started to stand, gather our baggage that we still had because he arrived to late for us to even dream of making it to the dorm building, finding our room, and making it back to homeroom before Period One was a quarter done. He rose from his nice, comfy, swiveling desk chair, closed his precious book, and caught all of our attention by dropping the heavy porn novel on his desk.

"The bell does not dismiss you, I do—"

Naruto groaned out loud, pouted and throwing a mini-temper tantrum. "But Kaka-sensei! We're going to be late to—"

"Shut up," Kakashi said, pointedly glaring at Naruto, who just jumped a little in shock. A few people snickered, but that was cut off when our bipolar porn-addict teacher smiled. "I was getting to that, actually, Naruto-san. We will be staying in homeroom for forty-five minutes today, which means you all have about a half-hour left with me and no Health today."

A few woots and cheers later about not learning about Sex Ed (That was the Sophomore curriculum, along with a couple days of Date Abuse such as Date Rape, Date Violence, and all that jazz! How fun! sarcasm) today, we were all back in our original seats, though a few people, like Karin and the other brave fan girls, forced a few guys who were below Sasuke and I to move so they could sit down there. I had the urge to take some of the sharpened pencils now magically on our desks—maybe I just didn't notice them before?—and stab Karin's head with it, thus killing her and her nonexistent brain, but Kakashi-sensei had started speaking, a big pile of papers in his hands.

He raised his hand and raised his hand, half-pointing toward a kid closer to the door, whereas our group was closer to the windows. "You," Kakashi-sensei called, "with the weird half Mohawk…thing…ponytail…mullet…. whatever that's called on your head." (A/N: Okay, if you really must see him, he's the kid on page six of chapter four of Naruto that is cheesing EXTRA hard. I changed the hair a bit, though.) The boy with the rusty blonde hair done up in the most unorthodox style—besides Sasuke-kun's, of course—thrust a hand on his chest and scrunch up his face. "Huh? Me?"

Kakashi nodded. "Uh, yeah, you," A few people snickered at the quick joke, "Pass these out." He waved the papers around, making a weird hollow popping noise fill everyone's eardrums, and the boy made his way down from the top row of desks to the front, where Kakashi was waiting expectantly. He took the sheets in his own arms, starting by giving everyone in the front rows, those unlucky folks, their papers. He was taking his time, I mean, it was either that or he was having unacceptable issues with separating the pieces of killed trees one by one.

I took this opportunity to twist around and facing Sasuke, staring at his face until he looked at me. Because he was going to look at me, damn it! Besides, Ino was already talking to Shikamaru and Choji—they were always together, like an inseparable team—, Naruto was talking aimlessly with Hinata, Kiba was asking Shikamaru who to remove fleas from dogs' coats, to which Shino brooded, and my little Leprechaun was…still silent. I glanced toward him and felt a sudden rush of cold air, like an A/C. Somebody's an human iceberg.

Sasuke glanced at me, his eyes questioning. "…You're staring at me why?"

BECAUSE I WANT TO MAKE OUT!

"I, um, well…," My face flushed red in embarrassment. I hadn't planned on him actually wanting me to have a reason for staring at his beauty and wanting him to do the same! At me! My brain roamed for something to talk about, and, though I'm usually The Conversationalist, second to maybe Ino, I came up with the most stupid question. "What's your favorite color?"

Sasuke stared blankly at me for a long while, his expression unreadable, and I felt like the stupidest being on the face of the Earth! Why, did like all the gods in the world that I believe and don't believe in decide to gang up on Haruno Sakura of Konoha and, I don't know, make her look dunce!

Then, though, a smile (yes, smile), bright, white teeth perfect, and cute little dimples on his cheeks, the smile framing his face angelically, making him look even more handsome. I didn't even think it was possible. When the blood rushed to my cheeks with more vigor, he went and did it again. With a laugh, a throw your head back, clutch your stomach, wipe your tears, laugh. And, oh Kami, it sounded so perfect.

When Naruto stopped talking, slowly, our little area shushed, and listened to the sound, being enticed.

Then, though, he sent a glare toward them, and a hiss.

AWKWARD.

He faced me, a crooked smirk now replacing the smile. "I have two," He flashed two fingers in my direction, making a peace sign, "actually. Dark blue and black. What about you, Haruno?"

I grinned, happy for conversation. "Um, I like green and purple, but more like pastel green and neon purple. They look weird together, though," I scrunched my nose cutely (I hoped) at the expression on his face, "What were you expecting; pink?"

Sasuke's eyes lit up some, as if I'd just shaken him out of some reverie or something. Then, he shook his head, "No." He answered slowly, staring at me for a long while, then facing forward and taking the four sheets of paper that Leprechaun had passed to us from the blonde kid. He gave me my sheet then passed the other two to Naruto and Hinata, running a hand through his hair and murmuring, "Nope," to what I think was himself.

I pinched my own arm, convincing myself this was real life and not some dream. The migration of all the butterflies to my stomach at the way Sasuke had looked at me a couple a minutes ago…; it was unreal.

"OI! What is this, Kaka-sensei? Some survey?" Naruto yelled out loud, something that almost made me piss myself. That was scary! Random loudness of Naruto is like random lightning bolt on your front lawn.

My interest was piqued, though, at Naruto's statement, and I looked down at the coral colored paper with black large font on it, only two questions on it. The first was, 'What are your likes and dislikes/hobbies?' and the second was, 'What are your dreams and aspirations?' Then, there was some thing on the bottom highlighted about saying if you didn't fill in something sensible you weren't going to pass homeroom, and that everyone has a dream, and, no matter how inappropriate, he wants to know.

Of course, Kakashi would want to know the inappropriate dreams. I sighed, and grabbed a pencil, filling in the first question easily, glancing up toward Sasuke for the second.

No one else better read this, or I will personally rip their eyes out. Cha bitches.

When Ryo, that was his name, came back around to collect our papers, going from the very top row to the bottom and handing the completed pile to Kakashi and voyaging to his seat. Safe to say he was pretty much winded by time he passed my row.

Only a maximum of ten seconds passed until Kiba decided to say something retarded. "Hey, Kakashi-sensei, how come you answer those questions for us? Pretty," he laced his hands together, pleading, "please?"

Naruto glanced up to him, a Cheshire grin rising on his face. "Yeah…Kaka-sensei…," He started slowly, "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

Ino, from directly behind me, I could hear her murmuring in agreement, and soon the whole class erupted, chants of 'Do it!' rising in the air. I smiled up to Sasuke—because, duh, he is tall—while I was pounding my fists on the desk. "Come on, Sasuke-kun! It's fun!"

He looked at me swiftly. "No."

I pouted. "Please?"

"No."

"Yes?"

"No."

The look on my face must've done it, the big, round, pretty green eyes, and my puppy dog lips, because he soon rolled his eyes after clenching his jaw in defiance. "Fine," He seethed.

I had a little mental party of triumph, though it was cut short when Kakashi raised his hands defensively. "Alright, alright. Stop the bullying—" We laughed a little, and then he wiped imaginary sleep from his eyes, "Well…my name is Hatake Kakashi and I'm a teacher. I don't want to tell you my likes and dislikes, I have a bunch of hobbies, actually, and," He looked down at the sheet, smiling in amusement, "Dreams and aspirations! Wow, great question."

My jaw fell to the ground. He'd only told us his name; and we already knew that! I can already tell that this is going to be an awesome year, already! Wow…again with the sarcasm…what is wrong with me today?

It was when the groans and complaints from my classmates got loud that Kakashi glanced up from his book and to the clock. He sighed. "You can leave now. I don't really care where you go as long as you don't stay here. Bye."

This caught the attention of my Leprechaun and he raised his hand politely, waiting for Kakashi to call on him, which what he did after a minute. "There are still fifteen minutes left of homeroom, Kakashi-sensei…," He informed in a dry, emotionless, and deep voice. It sent shivers up my spine, really, but I still had a soft spot for him. He's so cute with his eyes and the kanji on his forehead that means love—what? He has a forehead tattoo….awww….

Not like I'd ever do that. No need trying to make my forehead look bigger.

Kakashi laughed. "And? Look—you are all, what, fourteen, fifteen, maybe those straggling sixteen year olds? Yeah, your still 'supposed'," he put air quotes around the word, "to be in homeroom but I am also 'supposed' to instill in you the sense of self-belief and freedom. So, go be free while I find out how Ai's threesome with Shin and Daisuke is going, k?"

"Kakashi is a bum," Naruto complained, stuffing a plain bagel in his mouth, walking with me, Sasuke and Hinata to our building, since Ino had already dropped her stuff off before homeroom began, which was a really good descision that I would've taken if Ms. Koharu wasn't being such a stupid. My name is not that hard to understand!

Before I could start a rant about her, we reached some stairs and I stopped to grip my portion—lol, it's actually a funny story how I was like 'Do you think woman are weaker than men or something?' and he was all 'I'm just being…chivalrous?' and I groaned and took one of my bags, even though it was the lightest one, acting like I was all awesome and stuff—of my luggage, heaving it up higher on my arm, preparing for this flight of stairs.

I struggled up the first few then stopped, wiping sweat off my brow. It was the lightest, yes, but, um, I am of the female species and I happen to enjoy clothes, maybe not the shopping part, but clothes are awesomeness. Even if they may weigh about half of me. I grunted and lifted the purple bag up one more stair, feeling my arms shake like jelly. I'm far past out of shape, and even if I was, I have no upper body whatsoever, and we've seen like seventeen billion stairs! Why don't we have elevators!

(Well, actually we do, but during another one of Sasuke and I's arguments, I refused to use it because I am woman and therefore I can do anything he can do better…and in heels. Boo. Cha.) ((Really, though, I've tripped more times than I can count in these things!))

When I was a little too far behind everyone else, Naruto looked back and clicked his lips. "Oi, Sakura-chan, can I help you—"

I glared at him. "No!"

I was past sanity. I am going to get this damn luggage up all the stairs, because I've got them all accomplished and this is the last flight and there's like, what, five steps left? I can do this, I can do this, I can so—then the wheels on the back of the luggage started sliding, and before I could grip it, the power of gravity had sent the purple rounded rectangle down the steps.

My mouth popped open then, but, just to make my life worse somehow it tumbled around the corner and down the next flight of stairs, then the next one, and the next one, and, must I continue? It all ended with a loud THUMP on the first floor of the building, six floors and plenty of steps lower than where the four of us were.

"I-I-I-THAT'S NOT FAIR!" I cried, stomping on the metal I was on like a four year old who had been denied their chocolate. But I was mad. The world was out to get me, I swear! Does that happen to normal people?

Then it dawned on me; maybe I'm not normal. Maybe I'm some freak that has pink hair and sometimes when she's bored eats her popsicles with a spoon!

Sasuke looked down at me, for he was on the floor that I and Hinata's rooms were, took a long time looking, then he sighed, hopping from stair to stair as if he weren't affected at all by the stairs we just climbed. He stopped next to me and rolled his eyes. "Are you just going to stand there the whole time, pretending that your suitcase is going to magically appear next to you, or are you going to get it?"

I blinked twice. "Was that a rhetorical—?"

The next thing I knew was that I had a new warmth on my hand, and I was being yanked down all the flights of stairs, barely able to keep my footing. Then, he stopped, not even fazed by my heavy uneven, breathing.

"Are you crazy!" I yelled at him, following as he walked toward my fallen purple suitcase, weaving through the somewhat heavy crowd of people. Everyone in your building kind of hung out on the base floor, so I wasn't too surprised by the crowd, but by a couple taps on my shoulder.

I turned around and was surprised out of my mind. Maybe it had to do with the multiple amounts of flowers being shoved into my face, but that's just a guess?

A/N: A week late, I know, and I'm sorry! LOL, this just took a really long time, even though it shouldn't have. I was busy with the last weeks of my school year! BOO-CHOW! But, finals really sucked.

I got a 96 on the multiple choice section on my Algebra test!

Ha, but then I got a 60.47 (POINT FOUR SEVEN!) on the short answer.

I did better on my Spanish though, I got a 98, and, Hallelujah, there wasn't a pronounciation part. I have the worst accent in the word. LOL.

Anyways, things to look forward to next chapter: Answer to this cliffy, a short tidbit of one of the three morning classes and I hope lunch, and either a jealous Sasuke or a jealous Karin, possibly both, and most definitely….SASUSAKU! This day of school is most likely going to be a three-parter, with this first part, the next one, and then the one after that, with the fall sports tryouts.

Okayz, if you didn't notice, Sasuke is melting! YAY!

Anyway, review!

~NaruBaby2496