dedicated to: Everyone who enjoyed this fic :)
rating: T
prompt: The poem (in Italics) I found on the interwebz

summary: Oh so shy, sits and watches the sophomore guy. SasuSaku.

The Freshman Girl

The freshman girl, oh so shy, sits and watches the sophomore guy.

Sakura sighed as she ran her hand through her silky pink locks. Her short, plaid skirt crumpled around the edges as she crossed her legs, twiddling her pencil between her fingers. Glancing up from her homework, she blushed at the back of her classmate's black, black hair. He was drawing—he always did. It was his hobby, and he was good at it. She saw him having a gallery in the near future, and wanted to be the first ones to see it.

The boy scowled at his drawing, ripping the page of his sketchbook off and tossing it. Sakura bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile, and looked back down at the hundreds of math problems that jumbled together.

In the corner of her paper, she drew a heart, putting "S" and another "S" inside of it.

Sai was a sophomore, and her crush.

But really.

No sophomore, none at all, would fall in love with a freshman girl.

The sophomore guy, his head in a whirl, sits and watches the junior girl.

The room was silent when she walked in. Yes, that—that...Sakura didn't even know how to describe her.

Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and her outfit was far too short, and far too tight. She was surprised that Ino had managed to get by like that without getting in trouble. People saw her as the 'Regina George' of school; the Queen Bee, the head cheerleader, the ditzy, sexy blonde...

Sai looked up at her, smiling. "Hello, Miss Lovely," he commented.

"Why, hello...Gai."

Sai made a face of disgust. "It's Sai, dear."

"Oh. Right. Whatever," Ino muttered, flipping her hair dramatically and bending low to show off her cleavage.

"Mmhm. You know, I've seen you around a lot," he commented. "Maybe we could…I don't know, do something sometime?"

It was wishful thinking. After all, a junior girl would never date a sophomore boy.

The junior girl, in her red sedan, sits and watches the senior man.

Ino flaunted her way towards her red car, her keys dangling off her cell phone. It was break, and Ino thought, "What better to show off my assets than in my car?"

And so she sat, rolling down the windows and turning up the radio. Loud pop music played from the speakers and echoed throughout the air, and everyone turned to see Ino blasting her songs and dancing through the sunroof.

Sai watched her from afar, smirking at her body, and began drawing her figure. Sitting close to him in front of the school's steps was Sakura, shyly catching glances at him, blushing a small tint of pink matching her hair.

"It's Sasuke-kun!" Ino shrieked, jumping out of her car to give the academic athlete a hug. "Oh, Sasuke-kun, I've missed you!" Ino cried. Her hands traveled all over his body, but he gripped her wrists and frowned.

"Get off me," he muttered, pushing her away. "I don't like you."

"B-But Sasuke-kun!"

"Go away, Ino."

Ouch. That was a major bust in her reputation.

After all, a senior would never want to get into a junior's pants. Especially hers.

And the senior man, all hot and wild—

Sasuke toweled himself off, drinking cold water from a bottle.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of pink.

Today was his chance.

He didn't care what happened to his reputation. He couldn't hide the secret anymore, and this year was his last chance.

Slowly, he walked up to her.

Her plaid skirt was still crinkled, and her thin, creamy legs showed, making his temperature rise slightly. He ahemed, clearing his throat and making sure his voice came out nice and strong, in order to make a good impression.

Moving up, he saw her slim, petite body. He didn't care for large breasts, tiny waists, firm asses—her body was perfect just the way she was.

And her face—shimmering green eyes, rosy lips he could kiss forever, soft, soft cheeks he could run his thumbs over...

Even the hair.

The pink, pink hair (he had always despised pink) had attracted him. Framing her pretty face, he didn't mind the color—it suited her.

Before he knew it, he was only a few inches away from her.

"Hey," was all that came out of his mouth.

She looked up at him. "Hi," she responded back.

"I've seen you around here a lot. I figured maybe we could get to know each other. I'm—"

"Uchiha Sasuke, I know. And I'm—" she began.

"Haruno Sakura, I know," Sasuke smirked, holding out his hand for her to shake. "Is high school good so far?"

She nodded. "Yeah, kind of. I mean, we're almost done. What college do you plan on going to?"

"I don't know. I'm getting recruited by a lot of colleges and have a lot of scholarships, so I'm just waiting to see which one is the right fit."

"Aa. Well, Sasuke-san, it was nice talking to you—"

As she turned to walk away, Sasuke grabbed her wrist, securing her in a gentle grip. "Wait—Sakura, I—I...would you like to hang out sometime? Not a date, I mean—just...get to know each other better, I guess."

The words were becoming stupider and stupider each second. All eyes were on the two now, especially Ino's.

"I—um," she began, confused.

"I mean—you don't have to, it was just a suggestion. You know, hints on how to survive the school year."

Oh man. He was getting really desperate now.

Sakura stared into his onyx eyes, and his grip on her wrist loosened.

"Okay," she said.

Sasuke heard a collective gasp from the audience watching behind him. He, too, was just as surprised.

It was literally against the rules of being popular for a senior to date, fall in love, or even have the smallest attraction to a freshman.

But really—

"So I'll pick you up after school?" Sasuke said idiotically.

"Fine by me," she responded, walking away to everyone's surprised faces.

Maybe it was him, but he knew that he—

—secretly loves the freshman child.

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