notables guess who's not dead? me!
sorrysorrysorry, schoolschoolschool. you know the deal.
this chapter's a bit sloppy all around, but I really wanted to get this out to you guys because today I actually had the urge to write something, so I thought "why not finally post chapter 3?" I know, genius right?

disclaimer think again.

Early morning rays darted through the partially slanted blinds, creating a bright and shiny hell for anyone–which was everyone–who had a hangover the size of India. Second period chemistry was not the best place for people that partied more than they slept, and still decided to come to school on a semi-regular basis. Out of twenty-three, only seven people were awake, and out of those seven people, only four people were doing what they were supposed to.

"Okay guys, now slowly add your chemical to the solution," Kurenai instructed from the front of the classroom. She watched carefully from her spot at her barely functioning group of students, shaking her head with a small smile. "And please for the sake of your grades, wake up."

A single flowing head of hair slowly emerged from the sea of unconsciousness.

"Tenten, wake up," Neji ordered blearily, lifting his head from the dark cocoon of his arms. "We need to get started."

"What, are you serious?" Tenten mumbled, nuzzling back into her arms to block out the hellish sunlight. She glanced up at the teacher, then at their untouched project, and finally back at Neji. There's no way…"I'm not awake, if you're not awake. Deal?"

"... Deal."

The sound of clicking heels echoed in between the rows of work benches, the masses of bodies still unmoved, even by the unmistakable resonance of school authority. The rhythmic tap slowed then eventually stopped by one bench in particular. A frown marred its way Kurenai's face at what see saw before her.

"Sakura."

Turning away from her project, she pulled her safety goggles up to her forehead and smiled unequivocally. There were almost unnoticeable bags beginning to form underneath her eyes, and she looked a bit worn–but unarguably fabulous for someone who hadn't been home since the night before last. Her short pink hair was up in a clip, and she was clad in a simple formfitting grey v-neck shirt, a pair of army green cargo pants, and her reliable black low-top Converse.

"Yes?"

"What..." Kurenai rose an eyebrow. "...exactly are you making?"

"Coffee," was the simple answer.

"Why?" She looked at it again, and held a hand to her mouth. "Actually–never mind, I don't want to know. Be right back."

Sakura raised a delicate eyebrow as Kurenai rushed out of the room, then shrugged. Well, she's not coming back. She looked around the room–no one seemed fazed by the teacher's sudden theatrics. Then again, a giant purple dinosaur would have to punch a hole in the wall, eat three students whole, and claim dominance over the entire human race before the thought of even getting up was a possibility.

Shouldering her backpack, she poured herself a full beaker of coffee, and made for the exit. "The coffee's there for anyone who wants it. It's Columbian–so enjoy," she announced, opening the door. "Peace."

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"Why do you have to be such a fucking turd?"

Naruto looked at his best friend hard in the face, as Sasuke continued to stare apathetically forward. Neither of the boys looked as if they'd gotten any sleep in the last twenty-four hours, grimacing every time their eyes came in contact with pure, unfiltered sunlight. Even with those specifics, they still looked like they should've been gracing the front cover of some runway magazine.

They had just escaped from the awkwardness that only a main office can create, both sporting the unmistakable pink slip of paper that excused their tardiness in any classroom, and were now slowly but surely walking to their second period class. The hallway looked incontestably empty, with only a few people outside their designated class for a drink of water or the toilet.

A group of girls that had evidently just come from the bathroom stopped and gawked, giggling and whispering among themselves at the sight of them.

"Frosh," Naruto joked, once they strode past, before turning and giving them a flirtatious wink. He smirked as he could hear the girls' mixture of gossip, giggles, and who-would-do-who firsts get louder as they went. "Nothing like fresh meat."

"What, that Hyuuga girl not enough for you?" Came Sasuke's brazen reply. "Actually, I take that back, you're not even fucking her." Then, he swore and reached hurriedly into his pocket.

"Hey, leave Hinata out of this!" Naruto hissed, his anger spiking as he was bluntly reminded why he had been so pissed off only five minutes before. "And at least I'm not the one who fucking disappears at random and alarming times–take twelve-thirty last night for example–to support a shit habit, and then pass out on my kitchen floor."

Sasuke said nothing as Naruto verbally ripped him a new one, deciding to quietly take the reprimanding instead of fighting a losing battle. He couldn't control the contemptuous mood Mangekyou put him in after going through any time of withdrawal. There was nothing he could say, he knew that and came as close to accepting that fact as he could–he was still surprised that his best friend was still putting up with his drug-induced mood swings and his sudden uncalled for retorts.

"– Jesus Christ." Sasuke blinked once he realized the blonde was still on his tirade. "The stuff makes you more of an asshole than you already ar–SAKURA!" By the time the Uchiha had turned his head, the idiot had enveloped the unfortunate girl in one of his infamous bear hugs, spinning her around the hallway without a thought to the people around him. The handful of them in the hall quickly made a move to get out his way, until he had finally slowed to stop and put the girl down in front of him with a big grin.

"You remember Sakura, right?"

For a second, he was covertly dumbfounded by the mess of shock pink hair on the girl's head before he looked at her eyes. Refulgent green irises stared up at him expectedly, as if waiting for realization to strike behind his dark pools of onyx. He watched as a smirk slowly spread across her face, silently counting down the seconds as he searched through his mental database of people that matched her unique credentials.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…

"Hn."

Naruto rolled his eyes at his friend's anti-social behavior. "Whatever Sasuke, if you don't remember, she went to the same elementary school as u–HINATA!"

Neither the Uchiha nor Sakura had a chance to blink before they were left in Naruto's figurative dust, watching as the blonde beat the school's record for the fifty meter dash to clobber the small Hyuuga at the end, smothering her in his body just as he had done with Sakura. One could see the once pale skin be touched by her feverish blush, the redness almost giving her the look of a cherry tomato.

"You're the drug dealer from last night," he announced quietly, without making a move, once Uzumaki was out of his sight.

"Bingo," she said. Then after a moment she faced him, putting a hand on his arm to balance herself as she stood on her tippy toes to get a good look at his face. "Well, I take it you're feeling a lot better since the last time I saw you."

"Hn." He looked away. "You disappeared before I could pay you."

Then suddenly, almost unnoticeably, weight pressed against his chest and torso. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he could see the rosette lean closer to him, her warm breath beginning to trickle and nip at his exposed throat as a different sort of smirk made its away onto her lips. And looking past her face, he saw the contours of her breasts press against her muscled chest before he quickly looked away. Placing both hands on each hip, she closed any existing space between them–a move that would surely make any man have wet dreams for weeks, and spoke.

"Just like I tell all my customers," she whispered, sensually dragging a hand up the side of his body. As if she knew it would make him all hot and bothered, she ran the hand across his chest before cupping his jaw and turning his face toward her, grinning devilishly when saw Adam's apple bob in building anticipation of her next move.

"–first ones are always free."

Pushing away from him casually, she critiqued her work. Now she knew Sasuke was not like most guys, and wasn't easily bothered by the usual womanly wiles, but she had to hand it to herself–she did well. He had yet to open his eyes, and had been subdued into deep breaths in order to keep his primal instincts tame, while the slight gleam of perspiration covered his skin. It basically looked like he had either just played a hardcore soccer match or participated in one massive orgy.

Sakura smiled.

Her work here was done.

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"I knew I'd find you here."

A head lazily turned in the direction of the voice.

"Troublesome."

A trail of smoke rose from the cigarette of Nara Shikamaru, standing out against the weathered brick of the school. He sat in the shadows, the high walls of the school contouring into a small locale off the picnic area where the students had eligibility to eat at lunch time. Most of the druggies knew about it, and used it as a safe haven to smoke, shoot up, or come down without the threat of being caught. And because of the architectural design of the building, there were no windows positioned near the spot, so it was impossible to see what was going on below.

It was a divine secret for anyone who had a secret.

Sakura grinned. "Aw, don't be like that."

Shikamaru gave her his signature deflated sigh, before leaning his head back against the brick wall of the school and closing his eyes in lassitude. As he took another drag of his cigarette, Sakura plopped down next to her longtime–albeit lazy and recurrently cynical–friend and dumped her back between them. Taking a sip from her beaker, she watched as Shika pressed the lastings of his cigarette into the warn blacktop, and squinted slightly, thinking.

"I thought you quit smoking?"

Shikamaru paused briefly in his maneuvering, drawing a small tin box out of his pocket. "Me too," he answered indifferently.

A familiar scent wafted over to Sakura, as he pulled a quarter-filled sandwich bag of marijuana out of his other pocket. Without the need of concentration, he slipped a piece of rolling paper and one filter out of his handy box, and let his practiced fingers do the rest. It was like a symphony in all honesty, one sweeping orchestration as he sifted, rolled, licked, and finished off his masterpiece with the lighting of the thick joint in less than two minutes flat.

She wasn't going to lie, she was impressed. If anyone needed a nice, thick dubee perfectly rolled in a ridiculous amount of time–for their lover, their brother, or whomever – they went to Nara Shikamaru for the job. Not only was he the resident genius with the triple digit IQ, he was also a major pothead Sakura, only stopping in his THC indulgence to tend to his nicotine addiction.

Taking a puff, he held it for a minute and breathed out. "Aburame always sells the best shit."

"So, do you always carry around a bag of weed with you?" Sakura asked, flipping open the silver lid of Shikamaru's classic lighter to reveal the dancing flame. "Or is this just a special occasion?"

"Ran out, had to buy it from Shino first period." He gave her a side glance. "Which brings me to the question of, why are you here?"

Finishing off her coffee, Sakura answered. "I made coffee in chemistry class. You?"

"Kakashi never showed up for calculus." Nara shrugged, joint dangling from his fingers in a silent offer. "And I didn't feel like waiting around."

Accepting the offer, Sakura leaned back against the brick, letting the familiar scent and taste of marijuana wash over her. She took one more hit and held it, relaxing more with each moment she didn't breathe. Trading the spliff for the empty beaker, Shikamaru cradled the blunt between his fingers, like it was his lost lover–nursing each drag lovingly, like a true stoner.

There was a comfortable silence. Until–

"Kurenai's pregnant."

Shikamaru spluttered at the sudden declaration, choking on the ganja smoke. He gave the Sakura the most incredulous look a mildly high person could pull off – which really just made him look like he had to sneeze. "Since when?"

"Oh, I don't know." She shrugged. "A couple weeks maybe, she was a bit sensitive to the scent of the coffee But shhhh." She put a finger to his lips. "She doesn't know yet."

Shika nodded lazily. "Gotcha."

It didn't sound like much proof to anyone who wasn't exceptionally smart, or had a common knowledge of the side affects of pregnancy, but to a future doctor and straight up whiz kid, it was all the confirmation they needed. Sometimes when women are pregnant, they can't stand the smell or taste of certain foods or beverages, and from what they knew, Kurenai had no problem with the smell of coffee up until about twenty minutes ago.

"I bet it was Asuma who got her knocked up."

"And I bet I know where Kakashi is." Sakura grinned slyly. "Can you say, Hatake Kakashi and Mitarashi Anko in the supply closet with the condom?"

"I seriously don't doubt that." Shika made a face. "Did you see them on the ski club bus last year? He was practically inside her."

Again, they sat in silence, this time reminiscing about that last year's ski club. From what they remembered, Kakashi and Anko were always together either waiting for a chance to fuck each other silly, fucking each other silly, or staring sensually into each others' eyes when they thought no one was looking, like a pair kids in love. And no one could ever find them whenever there was a problem and the supervisor's for the school, aka them, were never to be found – which was always so fucking fantastic.

Suddenly, Sakura sniffed the air and nodded with an appreciative look.

"You're right, this is good shit."

"I told you so."

it's random.
terribly written.
and some parts probably don't make any sense.
buuuut, it's out so huzzah!
chapter 4? Idk.

revieewwwww.
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