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Super Chika

Twenty-One.

Still confused as to per-say what I was going to do, I was hoping I wouldn't see Sasuke until I'd had time to think about it. I silently slipped onto the campus and tried to avoid conversations.

"Forehead!"

Attempts, down the drain.

Ino bounced over to me, eyes ablaze. "I heard I heard I heard I heard! Le so exciting!"

"Ya know what's not? Classes until the last possible moment," I groaned, attempting to steer her away from the topic of me and Sasuke.

She smacked the bait away (metaphysically, of course. Not physically…that would be impossible…or really, really, REALLY awkward!). "Say yes, dammit! Do it!"

"I'm thinking about it."

"What's there to think about? This is Sasuke Uchiha we're talking about! The answer is YES!"

"Ino," I said, a little irritated with her slowness. "I'm THNKING about it."

"Don't think too long, Haruno," And there he was. "The chance might slip away."

Giving Ino a look, I turned to him. "Fine then."

He raised an eyebrow. "Was that a yes?"

"Yes."

He smirked in victory, then walked off towards his class.

"Five days and three quarter-OW! What was that for, forehead?"

"Watch what you say, boar," I called over my shoulder, headed for an Anatomy test.

"Forehead?? FOREHEAD?!?!"

Twenty-Two.

My normally unoccupied, lonesome lunch stops at the tiny sub place and Baskin Robbins was occupied by Sasuke U-frickin-chiha, who, 'ever faithful boyfriend' that he was, tried to get me to give up my Haven of Gold Ribbon and Cookie Dough.

"It's cold-"

"No."

"-unhealthy-"

"NO."

"-for me?"

"No."

"Please?"

"You can't make me, mister," I mumbled through a mouthful of Sasuke-offending, ice cold treat.

He sighed. "You're not going to stop eating…that, are you?"

"No," I said, increasing my pace. He kept up with me. Damn Uchiha genes.

"…Can I take you out on Christmas Eve?" He asked, after a few minutes of silence.

"…Sure," I said, smiling slightly.

Twenty-Three.

Clink. The glass nail polish bottle met the darkened wood of my vanity, and I looked in the mirror.

I didn't see myself as stunning (it just didn't happen). But for some reason, I just knew I would knock Sasuke off his feet tonight.

"You ready forehead?" Ino's voice blared out from the phone on my vanity.

"Ready for what?" I asked sarcastically, pulling on the shiny, white spaghetti-strap dress over red leggings and a red undershirt. I tugged on white high-heels, my redder-n-hell nails flashing under the light.

"To wow the hottest specimen of life at our college, duh," Ino snorted. I sighed, resisting the urge to hang up on her.

"Yes, I'm ready, boar."

"Forehead."

"Boar."

"Forehead."

"Bo-" I looked at my clock. "Oh crap! I'm going to be late! Later, boar!" Click.

Twenty-Four.

I sat on the cold, wooden bench, my hands curling around the offending planks of my "throne". Sasuke was five minutes late, he wasn't standing me up, was he-

"Trying to impress someone, Haruno?" A dry voice asked, and my head whipped around so fast I almost gave myself whiplash.

Regaining my senses, I smirked back at the (hot) good-looking (god) boy in front of me. "That depends, Uchiha. Is it working?"

"Mmm. Think so Haruno. Perhaps we should…test it a bit?"

I rose from my bench, my nervous hands shaking slightly as I smoothed the creases away. My heels clicked as I walked towards Sasuke, knowing tonight was probably the biggest night of my life (so far).

"Where too, Uchiha?"

Twenty-Five.

I played with the empty wine glass, rolling it around on the white, pristine tablecloth.

Sasuke was in the bathroom. He'd been in there a while, and it was getting closer to midnight. I cursed my stupidity at getting myself into this mess.

My phone bleeped, as if telling me to cheer up. I was Super Chika. I could do this!

I looked down at the screen, and cursed my bad luck. The battery was almost dead. I switched it off, and drummed my nails on the table, glancing at the clock.

Sasuke slid back into his seat across from me, and I flashed him my whitest smile. He smirked back.

Minutes ticked by, and we "enjoyed" the rest of the meal in (un)companionable silence.

I pursed my lips. "So…"

"Aa?" He looked at me. I felt myself melting into those gorgeous eyes, and I shook my head.

"Never mind…it's not important…" I said softly.

"Ok then."

My one chance had just slipped out the window. Now I was screwed.

Twenty-Six.

"Forehead, you are insufferable. I don't know what I'm going to do with you," Ino ranted, throwing a pillow at me. Luckily it missed.

"Ugh, shut up boar. I don't need this."

"You just LET HIM get away with not telling you? You didn't try to get it out of him? And then you've been AVOIDING HIM for the past week. Forehead, you are such a ditz!"

"At least I'm not blond." Yeah. I was such a fool. I'd gone on that date with Rock Lee, the losing prize courtesy of Ino Yamanaka, and he had ended up in the hospital less then twenty-four hours later, courtesy of Sasuke Uchiha.

But I was still avoiding him. And I had no idea why. I guess I was just "trying to figure my feelings out".

Ino was the most vocal about her disappointment in my attitude, yelping that she had no idea why we had become friends. Sia had said that I wasn't acting like the Super Chika she knew I was (and I had retorted that Super Chika was gone, crushed by Reality Chika). Temari and Tenten were being frosty towards me and although Hinata would never ignore me, I felt the waves of disappointment bringing my spirit down.

Anyways. Back to the Ino-throwing-pillows-at-me situation.

Ino glared at me, and sat down besides me. "Haruno, where is the spunky chika I've known since childhood?"

"She finally face Reality Chika," I grumbled, and my wisdom was rewarded with a pillow smack to the back of the head.

"Really, billboard brow, this is not like my best friend, who has spunk and attitude and nothing can get her down-"

"Yeah, I miss her too," I drawled.

Ino stood up. "I'm not going to let your negativity destroy my soul."

"Hmmm."

And she was gone.

Twenty-Seven.

"She's such a fool. I mean, who would just stop talking to Sasuke UCHIHA?"

"Her, apparently. Maybe her parents dropped her when she was a kid."

I had gotten used to the whispers, the gossip, the hateful letters and glares. I had gotten used to not being talked to, and I had gotten used to feeling invisible when the times were right.

Life wasn't going to end just because I realized Sasuke Uchiha was way out of my league. The earth wasn't going to stop rotating, and the moon wouldn't stop waning. Everyone would get over it.

Not watching where I was going, I bumped right into the very person I had been avoiding.

"Sakura," His voice rang through every fiber of my being and I tried not to shiver.

"Hello," I barely whispered. His grip around my wrist tightened, and I emitted a soft yelp of pain.

"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"What? No, I haven't-" I was back to my stuttering self.

"We're having dinner tonight," He informed me. "We're talking about all of this. Sia said something about a dare-I want to know everything."

I blinked. "Uhm. OK."

"Good. I'll see you later then." And he was walking down the halls, away from me.

As I observed him, I realized the whole thing didn't bother me. he was walking away from me, but he'd be walking back towards me, later. Like a boomerang. Or maybe, Super Chika was like a Sasuke-magnet.

Super Chika. I had thought of myself as Super Chika without even realizing it. A grin spread over my face. Reality Chika was yesterday's news, now. Super Chika was back in action.

I turned around to come face-to-face with Hinata, who offered me a tiny smile. "Everything ok, now?'

I looked back at the way Sasuke had left. "Yeah. Everything's good now."

~THE END!~

~...For Now...~

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La La Blah Blah Ba Ba Black Sheep:

Yeah, and that's it.

Super Chika is at it's end.

God, I could almost bawl.

This chapter was really tedious to work on. I erased parts more times then I could count, then my laptop crashed again (and is still being fixed) and finally I dragged myself to teh slow computer and slaved away for all of ya. -tired-

The characters refused to write themselves any other way then this. Sorry if it wasn't the happy fairy-tale ending you were looking for. At least everything's good (and they're together-ish).

This chapter is not as random and funny; sorry, I'm sick and depressed (i don't want to talk about it).

Please review! And tell me! What you thought! (brain on chocolate = weird crashing symptoms)

Buh-bye for nowsies,

the oh so great Lady Maybelle of Confusion

and all of her lovely muses

and Sia

and Miku, Maybelle's crazed inner