A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for the reviews - they were amazing! :) Sorry it took so long to update, I've been really busy lately, but I shouldn't be for awhile. Anyway, I hope you like this next chapter, please review and tell me what you think!

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I found myself sitting at the same table at lunch everyday - the one that the artsy/nerdy/weird kids sat at. If I had told myself last year that I would be sitting here, I would have laughed and told myself to get lost. Now, I found myself sitting across from Hinata, and next to Tenten and Shino.

"Would you like to join the yearbook club?" Tenten asked enthusiastically at lunch. I noticed she was brandishing a rather large camera, one of the same kinds that I saw a lot of other kids walking around with last year. So that's what they were for.

"Sure," I said, surprising myself - normally I would never associate myself with unpopular people, but since it was another way I could get to Sasuke... "Why not?"

"Cool," replied Tenten, "we're having our first meeting after school. Don't be late." She walked away then, I guess planning to recruit some other people. One thing about Tenten was that she got really intense about things, which usually weirded people out even more than her obsession with sharp things, such as scissors and knives.

"That's great, Sakura!" Hinata said, who was observing our conversation from her seat across from me, "That looks really fun!" It had been two weeks since the first day of school, and I hadn't made any progress yet. If I could only remember what was going on (I mean, haven't I already lived through this year before?) I would be able to get invited to parties and stuff more easily. Or so I thought, so far I was about as unpopular as, well, the people I sat with at lunch.

I hoped that by joining the yearbook club I would have another way to get close to Sasuke. Sasuke was always getting his picture taken - our senior year he was voted Student Body President, Treasurer of the National Honor Society, and Valedictorian, not to mention he was on the football team and ran track, among other things. He was just too popular; practically untouchable now, although I didn't like to admit it.

I nodded, and picked at my mashed potatoes (courtesy of the school cafeteria). I missed talking to Ino. Hinata was nice, but it wasn't the same.

"I think I'm gonna go to art early." I stood up, picking up my tray with the lunch I had barely picked at. On my way to the trashcans, I ran into Ami - she was one of the popular girls (we were more of acquaintances when I was popular - now she hated my guts) and tripped over her foot that she put in my way. It was too bad I was a picky eater, because all of my half-eaten food spilled all over the front of my new blouse.

"Watch it, freak." Ami hissed, as she walked by. Why had I tolerated her before?

I heard faint giggling, until it spread and was magnified around me. I looked up, humiliated, to see the people nearby laughing outright. Trying not to cry, I flung the rest of the food that hadn't gotten on me into the trashcan, and fled.

I ended up in the bathroom again. Thankfully no one was there to see me tearing up and trying to clean the food off my shirt. So this is what it's like to be friendless, I thought dejectedly. It didn't feel good. I dabbed at my poor shirt with a wet paper towel, until it was a little bit better. There was still a stain, but it was faint. God, all I wanted was to get out of here and have my life back.

My mortification slowly turned to despair, as I realized that I was as unpopular as you can get. Worse, I was a freak. That was the word I saved for the worst people, and now I was one of them. Can you say irony?

"Sakura?" A familiar voice said hesitantly.

I jumped, and turned to see Hinata walking in hesitantly. "I saw what happened." She said. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, and put on a smile. I had always tried to keep a cool demeanor, and I wasn't going to stop now. "Yep, everything's great," I said, "just a little stain."

Hinata eyed the stain, looking worried. "Well, if you say so," she said, "by the way, the bell just rang. Do you want to go to Art?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."

Thankfully, only a few people laughed at me in the hallway.

I had found that I actually liked Art. Deidara was strict, but it was a good kind of strict. I got to interpret my art in whichever way I wanted to, and I liked that about the class. Plus, with the day I was having, it was a great way to forget everything.

"Good," Deidara said, nodding, "if I didn't know it Miss Haruno, I would say that you've taken a class like this before."

I was used to receiving compliments, but this was different. Normally I just did things because I wanted to be perfect. Now, I was just doing it to enjoy myself (well, in this class. Every other class got the pleasure of having me kick its butt. I was actually making A's in everything right now, I guess because I didn't really have anything to distract me. Like friends.)

I had Government after art, and then Calculus - classes I had with Sasuke, but that didn't seem to matter. In fact, after lunch I wasn't ready to see anyone, much less the ex-friend that I thought I was in love with.

Government passed by in a blur. I always sat in the back - no one from the lunch table was in this class, so I was by myself, not that anyone noticed. I was invisible now-well sort of. In the few weeks of school, I had managed to build a reputation of extreme clumsiness for myself, which is why I made sure to get to my classes early as to avoid the giggles when I walked into the room. Really, how had I become such a social pariah?

Calculus wasn't any better, even though I did sit by Sasuke. It only lasted a little under an hour, but I always felt more alert whenever he was nearby. Sometimes I liked to pretend to drop a pencil or ask him what the date was (childish things, but I was desperate) to get his attention, but today I only focused on the equations in front of me.

"Hey," a too-familiar voice said beside me, "did you get today's Government notes? I had to leave halfway through."

I looked over and saw Sasuke looking at me. He didn't look particularly interested in anything (not like he did whenever we were friends), in fact he looked kind of bored. Of course, that could be the math, but I chose not to think about it.

"Er, yeah." I said, and cursed myself internally for not saying something more interesting. This is your chance, idiot. I handed over my notes. "Naruto usually doesn't, right?" Naruto was also in the class with us, but he was always distracted.

To my surprise, Sasuke smiled a little, "No, he was too busy texting. Thanks." he added, when I handed him my notes.

As I waited for him to finish copying my notes, I kept wondering what Sasuke was thinking. Didn't he see me at lunch? Usually people like me were ignored or made fun of, not to be graced with the attention of Sasuke Uchiha.

But then again, Sasuke was always the polite one. That was part of the reason why so many people liked him, besides basically being perfect. I mean, come on, he was totally good-looking, smart, popular, and nice to just about everyone.

When he was finished with my notes, we didn't talk after that, but the interaction was enough to boost my spirits. Sasuke was polite enough that I could probably find some way to talk to him more...

Now all I had to do was get him to love me.

"Sakura!" Tenten shouted. "Where do you think you're going!"

I was only proceeding down the hallway, and had almost reached the door when the annoying brunette started shrieking at me. "What is it?" I asked.

"Yearbook club meeting, now!" She waved her camera around. "Get in here!"

Oh yeah, I had forgotten that I would show up for this thing. I sighed, and walked in the classroom.

The meeting was brief, thankfully. Tenten just explained that we would have to pay a ten dollar fee and get our parents to sign some form, and then we would get our cameras/assignments/blah. Whatever, as long as I had another excuse to talk to Sasuke, I couldn't really care less.

The next day, I found myself with a camera that I was renting from the school to take pictures of relevance for the yearbook. I was sort of psyched, but I didn't show it because I was already uncool enough.

"I want you to take pictures at the football game this Friday." Tenten instructed. "It's the first game, and I don't have anyone else who can document it."

Yes! I had an in! "I'll do it." I said.

"Cool," Tenten grinned, and began to instruct me how to use the camera. Even though she only wore her hair in those weird Princess Leia buns, I could tell she had the potential to look really cute.

The game Friday started off normally, but I still had the feeling of deja vu. Something happened this game, I knew, but I just couldn't remember it. Why couldn't I have paid more attention last year? This year, I corrected myself.

Since I was taking pictures for the yearbook, I was allowed right next to the field and everything. Sasuke was on the team, so he was nearby too. What number was he again? I had never really liked football that much, I was just there to support my best friend who liked it for some reason. Ugh, whatever. I would find him.

From my position on the sidelines, I could see my old group of friends. They were at the front of the stands, talking to one another. I could see Ino showing Shikamaru something on her phone (he was too lazy to try out for the football team plus, like me, he didn't really care for football. Now that I thought about it, I missed him too) among them.

I ignored my feelings of not belonging, and focused on the game. I might as well take some pictures while I was at it. I managed to get a picture of the coaches, the football team waiting on the side, and a picture of the cheerleaders. Karin and Ami were among them, so I mainly avoided that area.

I watched the game with a mixture of boredom and frustration. The first time through high school, I had always gone to football games with a large group of people, and would spend the time there with Ino and Shikamaru, pretending I knew what was going on. Now, I stood neglected on the side taking pictures, while all the AV nerds walked around me with video cameras.

Shino was one of them. "Having fun?" He asked, surprising me. Shino wasn't one to talk very much. He must have sensed that I was desperate.

I rolled my eyes. "As fun as you can have watching a bunch of guys chase a ball around." I wasn't very sympathetic at the time.

He shrugged. "Sorry about that, see you around." He left to go teach a sophomore how to operate their equipment - something he'd already sworn he'd already done a few hours before.

It wasn't until the game was almost over that I finally saw Sasuke. He was running with the ball, and I found myself fixated on him. I missed him so much-

Someone from the other team tackled him (how did I miss that?), and Sasuke fell, landing on his arm wrong. They were close enough that I could hear the sickening crunch.

"Out of the way!" Someone shouted, once it was clear that Sasuke's arm was broken. "Let me through."

Oh yeah, that was what I couldn't remember. Sasuke had broken his arm in the first game, and it didn't heal until two games before they went to play-offs (Konoha High had a really great athletic department, and was always recognized for it. Sadly, other extracurriculars - like art, Hinata sometimes complained - were usually ignored).

I screamed when it happened, even though I didn't mean to. The first time I had been at the game, it had happened when Ino and I were in the bathroom. We had returned, and were informed of the news. I went to the hospital to visit Sasuke that night, too.

I wouldn't be doing that today. I watched helplessly as he was taken to the ambulance (Sasuke, stubborn as ever, insisted on walking, but he still had to ride in the emergency vehicle), and disappeared. For a second, it reminded me too much of the night he died, and I felt a little unsteady.

"Are you okay?" Shino was passing by, making his rounds to check if his little AV-ers were doing all right, "You look sick, Sakura."

I nodded, but I guess it wasn't reassuring to him, because he led me closer to the side and had be sit down on the track, "You'll probably feel better if you try to breath." He advised.

"Ha ha." I snapped back, kind of lamely. Images of Sasuke's body, barely functioning were still passing through my mind. Stop it, I thought, it's not going to happen. He's okay now. After taking a few deep breaths, I felt okay again.

"Better?" Shino asked.

"Yeah," I said, "thanks." He had only just met me, and he was really thoughtful. I thought back on whether I had talked to him this year, and only remembered thinking that he was weird.

He was still sort of weird, though.

News of Sasuke's arm breaking had spread over the weekend so much that, the next Monday, I was hearing rumors of how he had to fight for his life on the field. Not that I cared, really. I was usually the one part of the rumors, not the one listening to them.

I remembered this happening the first time. Sasuke hadn't let anyone sign his cast, thinking that if he did everyone in the whole school would want to and he would end up with a bunch of meaningless signatures on his arm for the next month or so. Instead, he had me paint a picture on it. It was a lot of fun - I had included a football, a small painting of us and our friends, and the NHS symbol.

From what I could tell, he just kept it blank this time.

"Sakura, these pictures... they're really bad." Tenten said bluntly when she went through the photos I had snapped during the game. "Well, except this one. Ooh, and this one! Nice!" I didn't understand Tenten most of the time.

I peered over her shoulder and saw a tiny picture of Naruto running on the camera screen. I didn't know much about photography, admittedly, but it was pretty good.

"I'll have to give you some picture-taking lessons before your next game," Tenten said, "but you're doing okay so far."

"My next game?" I asked.

"Yeah," Tenten said, "didn't I tell you? You're going to be documenting all of the games from now on."

I resisted the urge to groan.