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Hinata glared at Sasuke through her folded arms, her head still lowered. Her plan was to act like his personal fan girl during the short time they had in the classroom, which meant she'd be in his face 24/7. Which meant she loved and admired him as well, making it sure to him not to mess with her.

Which meant it'd make the time go by faster if she was at least entertained, right?

She wanted to gag, but held it in. This was for the sake of privacy.

Sasuke pushed himself off the desk, arms crossed as he began pacing around the room.

"I'll start," he said calmly. "The majority of you know me already. If you haven't, I suggest you stop living under a rock. My name's Sasuke Uchi—"

The door was slowly slid open and in stepped a girl. She was of average height with beautiful skin. Her legs were long, her white mini doing nothing to hide the fact. Although she was pretty, she had the facial expression of someone who had been through too much to keep up with any façades. All eyes were on her and her pink hair, which reached the nape of her neck. Her emerald green eyes were focused on Sasuke as she marched up to him; he looked old enough to pass for a substitute.

There was a large acoustic guitar case hanging off her back, which was somehow fitting for the black leather jacket she wore.

"And who are you?" Sasuke asked tastelessly; he didn't like being interrupted.

"Haruno Sakura."

Sasuke nodded as if he knew what was going on, which he didn't.

"You can take a seat."

Wordlessly she turned on her heel and walked past rows of students, which were still staring at her, and sat right beside Hinata. Their guitar cases touched when Sakura placed hers down, and Hinata couldn't help but move hers a little to the side.

Sakura was staring at her.

Hinata blinked at her, smiled hesitantly, then went back to facing the front. She had no interest in making enemies. Sakura seemed tough and had the eyes of someone with no mercy, and that was something Hinata did not want to be in the receiving end of.

Sasuke waited until the girl was comfortable in her desk before taking his eyes off of her and placing them on Hinata. Said girl stared back, not impressed.

All the students in the class were focused on Sasuke again, and he used this chance to tell his epic story. Which, for Hinata, wasn't epic at all. More like fruity and fake.

"I came here to be an actor," he started, and all the girls swooned. "Music is something I do as a hobby with my friends. I'm always stuck in plays and concerts, so make sure you see those. Actually, there's going to be a big performance at the end of the month which none of you should miss."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled a cocky smile. "But enough about me. Why don't we start with you?"

He was still staring at Hinata.

She blinked, and when all other eyes landed on her she shrugged and stood. Taking one for the team, no biggie.

"Hyuuga Hinata. I'm here for music and music only. Um, I used to be home schooled. I like Pocky. Hate mangoes. And Sasuke is the best roommate in the world."

People gasped, and Sasuke found himself with wide eyes. What was she playing at?

Hinata sat back down, pleased. Hopefully Sasuke got the message.

Their eyes met and he smirked, she did the same with an eyebrow raised. He should know better than to mess with her.

Sakura was intrigued; this girl was very different from those she had faced before.

While everyone was too busy staring at Hinata, Sakura happened to catch the knowing glance Sasuke was giving said girl. A flame inside her lit, and she suddenly felt the urge to have these people fawn over her. Especially him. He seemed the type not to bend easy to other's will, which is something she found quite intriguing. Life was getting boring anyway.

She almost jumped when she found his face mere centimeters away from her own. Sakura blushed, because personal space was something she took very seriously. That and he had the most perfect skin she had ever seen on a human male.

"Are you okay kid? I've been calling your name for a while now."

Sakura blinked as deep onyx eyes stared back at her, confusion and slight amusement crossing his face as he noticed the pink blush starting at her cheeks.

"My apologies," she said, regaining her natural color. There was no way she'd let him see her blush.

Sasuke nodded, standing back up. "Mind introducing yourself?"

She stood to her full height, long arms coming to rest by her side.

"Haruno Sakura. I wasn't originally going to come to this school, but certain things happened. I came here to play the guitar, an instrument I love." Her eyes were unwavering and neither was her stance. She stood like a young woman who knew what she wanted in life and how to get it. "I just want to make friends," she finished, sitting back down with ease.

Sasuke glanced at her, admiring her legs. What? He was a legs guy. She had some really nice ones, he noticed. He blinked and stared at the rest of the class before anyone accused him of being a pervert.

"Who wants to go next?"

A blonde jumped up and down on her seat. "I'll go!"

He nodded, and she stood with a flourish.

"I'm Yamanaka Ino and I'm the president of Sasuke's Fan Club." She giggled as she said this, a light blush dusting her cheeks. Sasuke smiled; he didn't want to seem rude. Fan girls weren't always a pain to have. Sometimes they served as a great excuse.

"I have a question!"

They all turned to face Hinata, whose hand was raised and face full of glee. Sasuke blanched in return. This could not be good.

"Yes?" Ino asked curiously.

"Does Sasuke's fan club allow guys?"

Confused, Ino said, "Uhm, it's a fan club. Anyone who loves Sasuke can join!"

Grinning, Hinata faced all the males in the class.

"Hear that guys? You might have a chance!"

Sasuke, a little shocked, finally spoke. "What are you trying to say, Hyuuga?"

She blinked at him, pulling the most innocent face she could muster without hurting herself.

"But, Sasuke-kun, I thought you were gay?"

There was silence, then laughter erupted and Hinata still stared at him innocently. Sasuke was not amused, and slammed a hand on a desk.

"Don't justify your zero chances with me by saying I'm gay," he said calmly. The whole room got quiet, expecting a retort from the girl.

Hinata smiled; she liked challenges.

"Then what do you call it? You're single and hang around guys all the time. You have such beautiful girls willing to date you, yet you blatantly refuse. What's your excuse?"

He smirked.

"I prefer to focus of my studies, Hyuuga. As a senior I have no time for girlfriends."

"Or boyfriends," she added.

He remained silent, preferring to communicate all the things he wanted to say to her through his eyes.

During their stare contest the bell rang, and the students quickly got up and left. They did not want to be caught up in whatever thing was going on with those two. Sakura lingered behind, taking extra time to strap the guitar on her back.

Sighing, Hinata stood, packing her things.

Sasuke was beside her in a heart beat, his eyes on her. The girl was a few inches shorter than him, so he actually had to look down at her. Her height wasn't something that bothered her, but when Sasuke had to stare down at her, it suddenly did.

"What's your deal?" he asked her, leaning on the desk next to hers. There had to be something going on. Hinata was too weird, he decided. There was something about her that just made her strange, and he had the urge to find out what.

"My deal?" she repeated, not facing him but her case. She was cleaning an invisible smudge.

"Yeah, what's up with you? What the heck was that all about?"

She smiled broadly, turning to face him.

"I just don't want to share you."

Sakura watched, open mouthed, as Hinata picked up her guitar case and walked out of the classroom. Sasuke didn't seem to see the pink haired girl as he stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

Cursing he turned on his heel and exited the room.

Sakura stood there for a minute before smirking.

This was getting too good.



Oh, shit. Oh, shitshitshitshit.

Hinata was marching down the halls with her face on fire.

She had never done that before.

Never had she confessed to a guy, never had she even liked a guy. She hadn't made a move before. And that was one hell of a move.

Oh, Hinata. You dumbshit. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. You're always doing shit to yourself, aren't you? Stupid karma's gonna kick your ass later.

She was so busy berating herself she yelped when someone gripped her arm and yanked her back. She fell against someone's chest, and for a second fear ran down her spine.

"You almost walked into a wall, stupid."

The playful tone was familiar and she found her heart beating again.

Glancing up she found Kiba's grinning face and couldn't help but smile.

"Did I? Sorry, I was thinking."

"Yeah, lucky I was here to save you."

She faced him, grinning sheepishly. "My hero."

"Heading towards lunch?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually," she said, glancing around. "Although I have no idea where I was going, to be honest."

"Oh, don't worry, Gaara and I can take you there." He pointed behind him, where said redhead was listening to his ipod at full blast. He was staring off past the windows and into the green foliage beyond.

Hinata stared at him for a few seconds, admiring how his hair lit up with the rays of the sun and his eyes seem to glow. He was a very handsome boy; the fact he was so silent was a bonus, she thought.

Kiba walked over to him and pulled out his ear piece; he didn't even jump.

"Hey, we're going to lunch with Hinata, c'mon."

He nodded once and put back his ear piece. When he turned their eyes met, and she smiled hesitantly.

Gaara only stared at her, then nodded once more.

Soon they were on their way, and because Kiba was a very chatty person, there was not a moment of silence. Suddenly Hinata understood why Gaara was listening to his ipod so loudly.

"So you play the guitar?" he asked, changing the topic once more.

Hinata nodded, a little out of it.

"Oh, I play the bass. I really like it."

"Are you any good at it?"

She nodded, "I guess? I mean, people say I am. Well, my cousin does. And he has a complex."

Kiba laughed loudly. "I know what you mean. I have an older sister. But she's crazy. Like, nuts. And bitchy, too." He stopped walking and looked at her. "Don't tell her I said that."

Hinata laughed this time. "I won't."

They reached the courtyard easily, and Hinata found herself in a much better mood. The whole deal with Sasuke was totally forgotten.

They sat together at a table next a large evergreen shrub, Hinata next to Kiba and Gaara in front of them both.

"This is a really nice school," Hinata said suddenly, admiring how nice it actually was. The courtyard itself was a work of art. She doubted any other school payed such close attention to detail as this one, private or not. "Have you been studying here long?"

Kiba raised an eyebrow. He didn't understand what she was so amazed by. The fancy shrubbery, intricate art; it was all normal to him.

"For a few years now," he replied nonetheless. "I've gotten used to living here. It's like another home, ya know?"

She bit her lip. "This is actually my first time at a school. I was home schooled before, so it's not just this school that's new to me. It's the whole concept."

He stared at her, his mouth slightly open. "Home schooled? Naruto was home schooled, too. Is it really that normal? I thought it was a rare case."

Just then the blonde came, bringing Shino, Chouji and Shikamaru with him. Hinata felt her chest loosen when she didn't spot the familiar duck butt hairstyle.

"I heard my name," Naruto said with a wink. "Since none of you are eating ramen, I will have to assume you are speaking about how fine I am."

Kiba rolled his eyes as Shino sat beside him. "Get over yourself, peroxide."

"Hey! This is a natural hair color!"

"You're forgetting you're Asian again," Chouji muttered as he walked past to take a seat.

"Haters," the blonde sniffed instead, walking like a haughty poodle to a place where ramen was being sold.

"It's actually his natural hair color, though," Shikamaru informed Hinata, who was fighting back a laugh. "The idiot's half American."

She never pictured herself eating lunch outside in a table with other people; people she had just recently met. In her dreams, she had made friends, but never would she have imagined they'd be male. They were real nice, too, and that made Hinata feel horrible. You can't have something nice without something horrible happening. It's just how it had always worked for her. For example, she wouldn't have gained Tenten and the relationship she had with Neji hadn't she lost her mother. For every action there must be an opposite and equal reaction.

This was life.

"Come on, Hina," Kiba said, suddenly standing behind her. "Let's get something to eat."

But she would embrace what she was getting. She would enjoy the time she had with these people and have the most fun she could until it all went toppling down to hell, like it always did.

Even Sasuke. She would try to get along with him, some way or another. Hinata had realized that there was a very good chance her plan would fail, and she needed to be ready for when it did. Sasuke seemed the type to fight back, and he was certainly not stupid. Surely he'd have thought of a counter attack for her earlier actions.

She gulped as she followed Kiba into a McDonald's, which was conveniently stored along the line of cafe's and Chinese eateries, realizing she probably made a very big mistake.

For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction.