How long had it been? Oh yeah, it'd been two months since I was sent into this horrible school. Daddy said I should try to fit in, but no way in hell I would try to. Everyone here was not normal – of course, they didn't have wings, or do some transformations – well, I was trying to say was this wasn't my ideal place to be in.

Like everyone else, I hated school. To be really honest, I am not often in my classes – I'd rather stay at my dorm and look at Vogue magazines and buy designer things online. And for me, that is the real definition of ideal.

And right now, it's not counted as often because Sasuke mercilessly dragged me to my Creative Writing class. Well, I didn't really know that I had this class 'til now because I never really went into this class before.

"Oh, you've managed to make it today, Ms. Yamanaka," the teacher told me. Wow, he just put me on the spot right there – I didn't know who this teacher was, but I already had the feeling that he wouldn't be my best friend. "I am your teacher in this class, Kakashi Hatake."

I just put on an awkward smile. Most of my classmates in this class are my classmates in my other classes – but I still have no idea what their names are. I just remember Naruto and Kiba – whom I've met in the library a couple weeks ago. They greeted me and I decided to sit next to them.

"Today's topic is about," the teacher paused and wrote the words SEX, WEALTH, & POWER on the board. I could see the grin in Kiba's face – he was, of course, very excited about it and raised his hand.

"Mr. Inuzuka, I haven't asked any questions yet," Kakashi stated. "Please put your hand down."

"Oh, sorry," Kiba apologized. "I got a little carried away because finally, we've got a topic that's actually interesting and worth my time."

The teacher ignored Kiba's little comment. "Now, can anyone tell how are these words – sex, wealth, power – related?" Kakashi asked, and Kiba raised his hand again. But then again, he ignored Kiba.

"How about you answer the question, Ms. Yamanaka?"

And then everyone looked at me. I could even see Sasuke looking at me. I stood up confidently and took a deep breath, "Okay…" I looked at the teacher. "I just wanna clear it out. Um, the sex we're talking about here is not gender sex, right? We're talking about sex like sleeping with others."

"That's right," the teacher retorted. "Just what your point of view is."

"Well, if you have wealth, you have power, and if you have power you can have as many sex as you want. And all of those things could bring you fun, pleasure, and enjoyment. But they also can bring you greed in so many levels that greed could eat you up."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then the teacher clapped his hands. "Great answer, I didn't think any girl in this class would answer that question with all honesty."

"And what made you think that only her could answer that question with honesty, Kakashi-sensei?" a girl with pink hair asked. Seriously, a bright pink hair color? Please tell me she just accidentally dyed her hair pink.

"Because every woman in this class, except Ino, cares about what people think of them," he said with serious face. "Having all of you for two months is enough to tell me what your personalities are like – the essays y'all turned in told me a lot of things about who you are. And all women in this class grew up in the circle of socialites; that's the main reason why many women here would think that being liberated and too honest are taboo. I hope I answered your question, Ms. Haruno."

And this Haruno girl kept quiet. He totally made every girl in this class really silent. But what he said was definitely true – many socialites are damn fake.

"That is too much!" I angrily yelled at Sasuke. "Why do I have to go with everyone in the hospital tomorrow?"

"It's required," Sasuke annoyingly replied. "We have to do this once a month, and you can't miss this one because you already missed the previous one."

"We have to do charitable things with media all around us?" I asked. This honestly pissed me off so bad. Of all the things I hate, I hate fake people the most. "Way to go on the publicity stunt. I'm not going. You all do these things for press release – that is disgusting."

"I'm not going to argue with you but you have to go," he said and then left my room.

I felt violated for having to be dragged again by Sasuke. Now, I had to go. And then I felt a bit better, just a little bit, when I found out that we could use our own cars to go to the hospital. I was so damn sure that my daddy knew about this because he sent me my grey-violet Continental GTC Bentley earlier today.

"The only bright side in this shitty charity event is that I can go out of this school after two months of being imprisoned here," I told Sasuke but he wasn't listening.

He just said, "You're riding in my car."

"The hell I will!" I said, quite mad for trying to be a bitch to me. "Look, I know how to drive and I am sure I drive better than you do. When did you start driving? Like last year?" I tried to tell him with full of insult. Well, the last time I checked, you have to be eighteen in Japan to be able to drive. So he probably learned not even a year ago. "I grew up in Los Angeles and I started driving when I was fifteen and half, so you might as well back it off."

"I said, you are gonna be with me and I'm driving."

I had no choice after all, I rode with Sasuke – and hated every damn second of it. He didn't talk to me at all! He was just there, driving and being a bitch.

As bored as I was, I just decided to read my horoscope for today: Confrontation has a funny way of making things clear and forcing you to make a decision. Perhaps you're wondering what to do about a relationship issue -- well, you probably won't have to wonder much longer. Be ready to put your money where your mouth is. You'll get your chance when someone who possesses a knack for BS comes along and pushes all the right (or wrong) buttons.

Many of our classmates got there before we did. The hospital was pretty and new. And media were all around everyone. It was sickening to see that many of my classmates were smiling to the cameras and giving fake sincerity in the interviews. Ugh, annoying!

"Is this your first time doing charity work?" Sasuke inquired.

"I'm not that completely evil."

"I understand that you hate the media," he continued, "but you have to deal with them just for now."

"Don't make me hate you even more," I told Sasuke and walked off.

I don't know which part of the hospital I currently am but I don't really care. As long as I'm far away from the cameras and recorders, I'm fine.

My heart started thumping so hard when I saw the guy I wouldn't mind seeing a lot. Who was it? It was Mr. Wonderful. Sasuke told me his name was Neji, and Kiba told me some nasty things about him. But I didn't care; I'd always wanted to get to know him.

"Aren't freshmen supposed to be in a different department?" he questioned me with a cold tone. "What are you doing here?"

Why was he giving me the impression that he wasn't as lovable as I thought he was?

"Well, the fucking media are over there and everyone in there is being damn fake," I answered without any dishonesty. "It's revoltingly gross. And what are you doing here? I thought sophomores aren't supposed to be here either."

"I've got same reason as you do."

Oops. I was wrong; he could be lovable after all.

And then we heard a crying person behind us. She looked like a middle-aged woman – probably in her 30's. She was crying nonstop that it was almost heart-breaking. I am one of those people that can't stand to see people around me crying.

We approached the woman.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked her, but she almost couldn't say anything because she was crying too much. "What happened?"

And then she spoke in Japanese. Oh my God, I didn't understand a word she said. Well, my last name is Yamanaka, which is Japanese, but truthfully I am just one-eighth Japanese. The only Japanese in my family was my great-grandfather.

I looked at Neji and asked, "What did she say?"

"You seriously don't speak Japanese?" he asked me.

"Do I look like I'm kidding when I asked you what she said?" I shot back with irritated face. "Hurry up, tell me what she was saying."

"She said her son is in the room, dying, and she can't do anything about it," he translated what the woman said like it was no big deal.

"What? Ask her what's happening!" I quickly commanded to him. He spoke to her in Japanese and she immediately replied, her cry was getting louder. It must not be good.

"She said that her son is dying because of this disease called Gastrointestinal bleeding," his face became more serious. "The only treatment that is available is blood transfusion. And her son needs a blood donor but they can't find anyone with matching blood-type. She said the blood-type is very rare and even National Frozen Blood Bank doesn't have that kind of blood type anymore."

I was dumbfounded. It must be so hard to see your child dying in front of you but you can't really do anything. And then I told Neji to ask what blood type was it.

"She said LW A minus B minus."

Shocked, I stared at Neji. "Oh my God… I have that blood type."

"Are you lying?" he raised his eyebrow. "That blood type is one in hundred millions."

"Did you forget that there are more than six billion people on Earth?" I said. "What are you waiting for? Tell her that I have that kind of blood type and I will be the donor!"

He then told her. The woman's eyes widened and she hugged me so tightly.

The nurse checked me if I really could donate and it did turn out that we had the same blood type. When I saw how young the kid was, I felt sad. He almost lost his life without making a full of it. He had a life ahead of him and even if I didn't know him, I felt that I should save him.

Neji and the mother were looking at us through the little glass window because the doctor and nurses didn't let them in. And I was lying down in a hospital bed while the kid was lying in the other bed beside mine's. He looked so weak, what he had probably was weakening his immune system.

My blood is running thru the little hose to the blood bag and from there it's running to his veins. I had to give him plenty of my blood because according to the doctor, many of his red blood cells were dead. The kid looked at me and said with thick accent, "Will I be okay?"

I smiled. "Absolutely."

After a couple of minutes, the blood transfusion was done. The doctor said everything was doing fine and the kid would be okay. I felt relieved when I found out that he could go home some time soon.

I felt very dizzy afterward that Neji had to hold me. And I didn't mind him holding me, really. The mom thanked me endlessly and asked me what I could do for her. Since I didn't know what to answer to her, I just told her to take care of her son.

I was pretty disturbed when I looked at my phone and saw an incoming call from Sasuke. I decided to put my phone on silent and not pick his call up.

"You saved that kid," Neji commented. "I didn't see that coming."

"He has to live," Neji was actually really nice. Although, it seemed that he didn't want to be close with anyone. "He really has to."

"I'll escort you to the other freshmen; freshmen have to leave soon."

I looked at him, "No way. I don't want to deal with them right now."

Then I saw Sasuke, walking toward us. He didn't look too happy. He pulled me from Neji's grasp and I definitely wasn't in the mood to do tug of war. My head was starting to hurt.

"What did you do to her?" Sasuke glared at Neji. And here I was, thinking all this time that being fought over for by two hot guys was flattering. But not in this situation, I felt nauseous and exasperated. "C'mon, Ino, we have to leave now."

I jerked my arm from Sasuke's clasp, "Number one, Neji didn't do anything to me - which is sad and unflattering. Number two, I'm like this because I donated some blood to a kid who needed it. Number three, what makes you think I want to go with you? Not after what happened!"

"You can go ahead," Neji told Sasuke. "I'll take care of her."

Both Neji and I could tell how pissed off Sasuke was. "Not in your life. She is going back with me."

"No, Sasuke," I said with threatening voice, I hope he got the point that he was getting on my last nerve. "Neji will take me back. I'll be safe, don't worry."

Neji smirked at him and Sasuke just walked away without saying anything.

"That person is overprotective of you," he stated one of the most obvious things in my life. "Too annoyingly overprotective of you."

"Wait until you meet my dad."

Neji decided to take me to some Asian restaurant before we went back to the school. And yes, it was an expensive resto because I figured that his ego wouldn't be able to take it if we were to eat in a cheap place.

"I don't know if you've heard but our school wouldn't have a newspaper for the whole school year," Neji separated his chopsticks into two.

"I haven't heard that one 'til right now," I smiled on what I heard. "Less media around me, that's good."

"The newspaper has been disabled because of you."

I raised my eyebrow. I didn't remember telling daddy about the nasty article that had been written about me. I mean, if I'd told daddy, he'd be furious and probably abolish the school's paper forever. I wondered why it had been disabled.

"Uchiha wasn't happy that some ugly things were written about you being transferred in his school," he continued. "That's why I said he's overprotective of you."

He canceled the paper just for me? I had no idea! I would probably thank him later.

"Well, Sasuke said daddy wanted Sasuke to take care of me," I explained to him so Neji wouldn't get the wrong impression. "He's doing it out of responsibility, and I know that he's getting pretty tired of me."

When I got back to my dorm, Sasuke was there – obviously angry with me, I took a deep breath. "Thank you for disabling the newspaper."

He didn't say anything back.

"Um, aren't you gonna say something?" I gulped, waiting for him to speak.

"I don't like you spending time with that guy," he finally spoke, and I wished that he just kept quiet and didn't say anything at all. "With Hyuuga."

"Does he have any kind of disease that is contagious?"

"Did you not say that you don't want to be a trophy wife?" he looked in my eyes – he was quite serious. "That guy is the kind of person that will want you to be one."

I raised my brow. "Chill, Sasuke," I rolled my eyes. "He hasn't even asked me to go out with him yet, and now you're thinking marriage?" I sighed, "Look, that guy is nice. He isn't like someone that does publicity stunts for press release."

It seemed that I hit a nerve.

"You came from a very well-off and powerful family and I don't understand why you don't get that sometimes these publicity are necessary," he was mad – I could tell by the tone of his voice. He was half-shouting. "Why don't you just accept the place that you are in and go with the freaking flow? I'm tired of you trying to be different from us when we all came from the same background."

In the first time of my sixty days of staying in this school, this was the first time that I saw Sasuke got this mad and… upset. I just couldn't do anything but stare.

"I am stressed running many things in this school and you're making my life harder for being who you are!"

"So that's what, huh?" I didn't expect it to be like this, I never did – I knew Sasuke was getting tired but I didn't know that he was like some other people that I encountered in the past. "Straight from the horse's mouth. You too don't like me for who I am. You know, I never tried to be different from you or from anyone – I just wanted to stick to what I believe in as a person," I heaved a sigh, "If I'm making your life harder, then stay away from me – you aren't obliged to deal with me anyway."

I walked out. My horoscope was perfect; I really did find deeper issue below… and even confronted him with it.