Nothing can excuse me from the lack of updates. I had promised myself no more abandoned stories and it looks like I have broken it. However, thanks to a great influential story that I have stayed up to finish read, I am back on trying to make this story work. I am quite frankly tired of leaving a story unfinished and letting go of so many fans that have actually read my story. Especially one that I was and am very fond of.

So you guys can scold me if you want. I deserve it haha. Most of you have probably dropped this story anyway..

By the way, the story that put my mind back on this story (even though I should being doing work) is Those Weird Feelings No One Ever Gets by Hazy Daze.

I highly recommend this story if you like mine. It'll give you a bellyful of laughter and understanding. And laughter is something that many of my stories lack because I'm a very angsty girl and love the addictiveness of it.

WARNINGS: Read first Chapter for the warnings. If you haven't read them and you're having issues then why are you reading this chapter?

DISCLAIMER: All Characters rightfully belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own this plot bunny.

Geez… How long has it been? A week? Two?

Is the month almost over? God if you love me at all you'll snap your fingers and say it's been a month.

Last week was hectic. Not only was I ceased from playing in P.E from my arm, but I have been brutally tortured by the cheerleaders and the most popular girls in school. It's like my injuries are completely nonexistent in their eyes and all they see is their precious Mr. Uchiha bruised, scratched, and marred.

I washed out the last bit of rotten milk in my hair in the boy's restroom. Grumbling about why I even liked girls who were so high maintenance and undeniable beautiful. Hmm… I think the latter was the main reason… I mean really, what boy in his right mind turn down a girl who looked like she was the most beautiful girl in the world, in every way possible? And if you're gay?... Well then you must be trying to be her friend or something. I swear to the heavens above: Women are the most devious and deadly creatures on this planet. Especially when they're pmsing!

Like Tsunade. However… I don't know why she still is… With how old she is she shouldn't be having that 'time of month' anymore! Hey… I know science… I just choose to not pay attention. God that woman acts like she still gets those. I even have my calendar marked for when she would act like that! Every twenty-eight days there's a little writing in the boxes that says 'Tsunade Week'. My skin always crawls when it's that week, because I don't know if she'll barge in my room, chew and spit me out the window! I don't even know if Jiraiya's head will be popping up in my bathroom while I'm bathing… Which is very irritating because then he forgets all matters at hand and asks me the most annoying questions.

Like why am I so skinny, and why do I look so girly. Ok… I know I look like the spitting image of my dad but come on now! No need to insult me. And in a sort of indirect way you're insulting my dad, one of your most prized students.

But enough of that! Back to me…. So yeah, wanna know how I got this god-awful gunk once called milk in my hair? Let's just say like a love-struck idiot, I fell into a trap. I have never seen, or even heard of the girls at my school being so creative. I mean really… I hated my life right then and there. Thank god no one really saw it.

And stop poking your nose around! There's no way I'm telling you… Lemme also tell you that these aren't my clothes. This red t-shirt with 'billabong' splashed over the front in silver and black, and the light khaki Capri's with dangling ties, yeah they're Gaara's. He had an extra pair of clothes in his locker.

See how they kind of hang on me? Hmm… Maybe Jiraiya was right…Because on the outside, Gaara and I look pretty much the same size. I however… don't have a lean body like him. Which, by the way, royally sucks ass.

I grimaced while looking at my book bag. Flies were already gathering and mating over my precious bag. God damnit… And that took me and Gaara three weeks to get it like that!! Do you have any idea how rare those patches and buttons are around this area?! I lifted the bag up by its sling and retched heavily. Dear lord…

But it'd really be a waste of good work…

I sigh and dump out the contents of the bag—which were also damp in what ever it is that the girls dumped me in—getting ready to throw it away in the trash bin.

"Naruto… if you really don't want to throw it away then wash it."

I smiled and shook my head lightly. No… Even though a lot of these patches and buttons were given to me by Gaara, I feel it'd be better to let them die with honor: In that trash bin.

This bag was our first artwork together for our art class. I stitched it up out of scraps of old pieces of clothes I found in Gaara's room as Gaara did with his from my clothes. Every time we bought a patch, the owner of the clothes had the job of sewing onto the bag. Gaara and I went all out crazy with it, getting the most retarded and hilarious patches and buttons to add to the creative piece of work that got us both a month worth of A's. And I swear my fingers had never been through so much pain before… I almost cried for them. Almost…

I looked at Gaara's book bag and smiled slightly at the one black diamond shaped patch that read 'It's my first time' in bright green. Gaara was constantly picked at for that patch. You have no idea how many people came up, read his bag and said "It's your first time in what?"

HAHA! Oh man… good times. That made Gaara hit me with the bag with every chance he got.

I guess you can kinda say that our bags are our hilarious version of a charm bracelet. I looked at the patch I bought three days ago and snickered. Out of both our bags, Gaara's had the most hilarious but embarrassing patches. Not that he ever complained. If anything, it just made him smile even more.

…

That is… if you wanna call a raised brow and itching fingers a smile. While laughing my ass off, I sewed on "I may be a flirt but your boyfriend absolutely loves it." Neji just clicked his tongue at me and asked why we even bothered with our bags. It's been well over 6 months since the completion of our project, and it was really getting childish. That's what he said.

Gaara glared, and I just pouted. "But Neji!" I whined, in the most horrible nails scratching on a chalkboard whine I could muster—which by the way were also killing my ears. "It's a sign of our friendship! The more patches the more I show I love him!"

That of course earned me a slap in the face with a brown slipper. What?! Can you blame me for acting like that? Neji just shook his head and sat at the kitchen table sipping on his coffee.

I knew Gaara ventured out to get me a patch not long after it. He felt like he was being challenged by me giving him a patch more hilarious than his. Man I really want to cuss out Sakura for planning such a diabolical thing.

I should probably be mean to her too and find a way to pull her hair right off her scalp… or even take the scalp with the pink dyed hair…

I shivered.

Man… Gaara watches the freakiest movies EVER! He made me watch Saw 4 last night… I couldn't sleep right after the first three… Why the hell would he make me watch the forth one?! Especially since I know Gaara thinks very much like the main villain in them… I avoided my panda until morning.

"Gaara… it's too ruined…" I really wanted to cry. Out of all the things that I treasured from Gaara this bag knocked everything else down.

"No it's not… all we have to do is give it to the cleaners or something…"

I laughed. "Oh right, like the cleaners would actually clean that thing. They'd think we're just some kids pulling their leg!"

Gaara stared at me, then glanced at the bag. He grunted and snatched the bag from my hand. Turning on the faucet, he placed the bag under it, his own nose wrinkling.

"Gaara…" I started.

"Get your stuff… Whatever's good, keep them. Whatever's bad, throw them away. Or vice versa. I personally would do the latter." Wha?? Oh! He's talking about homework. Gaara hates homework haha.

The red head scrubbed the biggest chunks of rotten food off my bag and looked at me through the corner of his eye, slowly edging away from me.

And I could understand why… I have the most grateful puppy dog face. And that look had a tendency to scare him to the point where he would take every stuffed animal I gave him and give it to me, telling me to keep them for a week.

"GAARA!! Man!! You are seriously the best!" I leaped and hugged the teen, our heads bumping against each other.

"Hn…. Naruto… Get off…"

"Oh man! If I could kiss you I would!"

"Do that and you might not have lips anymore."

"Dude… you're seriously ruining the moment… You're sucking the love out of the room"

"Good."

We stood there in silence, staring out our reflection. Gaara looked bored as fuck. I just looked like I got fucked and it was the best time of my life.

"Naruto…"

"Yes?"

"Go to class before I kill you."

I stuck my tongue out which, accidentally by the way, connected with Gaara's cheek. That made my red haired panda kick me out the boy restroom. And I literally mean kicked.

"OW! God damnit… There should be a law that says you can get sent to jail for hurting a disabled person." I rubbed my golden locks with my hand that was in a heavily decorated cast signed by every guy who hated Uchiha almost as much as I did.

Notice how I said almost.

Remember how I used to wish he would burn in hell?

Yeah I still wish for that… But first, I'd rather he go through pure torture then given the relief to be killed, but sadly brought back to life just through go through the process again, this time without killing him.

There was something Kakashi once told me… Something about holding a plate of the most favorite foods of a fat man—who has been deprived of it for so long—in their face only to say "Oops, sorry, wrong plate" and place a plate of what he hated the most on his belly. Or something like that… I wasn't really paying attention. I just know that it's the best way to torture someone.

Everyday I have detention. Everyday I get yelled at. Everyday I miss a plan with my friends. Everyday I end up getting in a fist fight with the sub. Everyday I'm this close to pulling out my hair! And you guys should know I would never, in a million years, would even think about that! Do you know how long it took me to get my hair to look this sexy?!... Ok yeah it's been like this since birth but hey… I don't know another person whose hair is like mine.

I stood in front of Geometry B. Shit… I forgot I had fifth period. I stared down at my feet and kicked the ground gently. Really… Must I be tortured today? Why God?!

I lifted a hand to grab the knob only to sink lower in my growing depression. Dainty fingers grazed the cold metal that would once again lead me to detention… Ok scratch the whole dainty shit, but I'm not exaggerating where this door will lead me to. I don't know what it is, but something about me really annoys the fuck out of Uchiha. And normally, I'd figure it out, just to piss him off more. However…

My eyes shifted to my left, then my right. No one… I threw my fists in the air and pretended to stomp on Sasuke's head with my stomping foot having no contact with the floor. YES! I'll admit! I'm being childish and idiotic! I can't help it!

Considering the situation, and the fact that Sasuke has more authority than me, I can't piss him off anymore if I want my permanent record to be free of suspension and expulsion.

Placing my foot on the ground very lightly I took a deep breath and started counting to ten.

…Ehh… Better make that 20.

I gripped the handle and twisted it with a wince and entered, waiting for the cold, but irritatingly sexy voice to insult me.

"Naruto? Why are you so late?"

I blinked and stared hard at the voice I could never ever forget, granted it was a little bit scratchy but still. I knew it anywhere. There stood my teacher Iruka, staring at me with a raised brow, questioning a lot of things about me. He asked me a few questions that I couldn't answer at the moment.

He stood then in casual clothes but had a forest green scarf wrapped snuggly around his neck. His cheeks were a little red but still, they held a healthy glow around them. In his hand were the test papers that we all failed miserably three days ago. He was writing a few problems on the whiteboard, getting ready to explain the functions and a simpler way of remembering how to solve it.

I couldn't fathom at the scene before me. I seriously wanted to cry. Fuck what I said about how real men don't cry! I walked to Iruka with long and quick strides. I gripped his ponytail, gave it a yank then started messing with his cheeks.

"Gah! Naru-"

"THERE IS A GOD!!" I hollered, getting down on my knees and hugging Iruka as if my life depended on it. And why shouldn't I?! That bastard is gone! "THANK YOU GOD!!"

"Amen!" a couple of guys hollered as the girls huffed and looked away.

"N-Naruto… Please, find your seat. I really need to go over these problems. Oh… but…" Iruka started shuffling through the papers. I mean seriously? Why bother? That horrible grade isn't going to ruin my happiness. Do you have any idea how much torture I've been put through Iruka?! "Sasuke wanted me to give this to you. He said that he doesn't believe his eyes, but after checking it five times he has come to the conclusion that when you're threatened you work twice as hard. He suggested that I do so as well but I doubt I could ever be like him." Iruka gave me a smile and handed me the packet that was double sided. The answers were scratched out several times with my pen.

"Oh please… Please don't. Iruka you have no idea what I've been through!" I would've told him what Sakura and Ino did too, had I not felt their heated glares on my backside.

"Naruto… please… look at your grade." Iruka had a bright smile on his face and tried prying me off his leg.

"Why bother!? We all already know no one passed this test!"

Iruka chuckled.

"Everyone… except you."

Dead eerie silence. I was completely frozen. I have a what?! Wait wait… Are you sure this is me you're talking about? I spent all the time that Sasuke was here, glaring my eyes into the back of his head, completely ignoring what he was teaching and I have a grade better than anyone else?!

Gulping I looked down at the paper. My hands trembling. My eyes could only widen at the impossibility.

-040-

"You got a what?!" I rubbed my ears and wincing. Both my ex and my best friend's jaws fell to the floor.

"Is there an echo in here? Must be 'cause I keep repeating myself…" I happily showed them my test and grinning like a fool who just won a lottery and some hot babes. And trust me, I know what that grin looks like. It's the same look Jiraiya got when he told some women at the springs that he was an author and made thousands each week.

"I got a ninety-four percent! And Iruka told me Sasuke had to look at it five times before he left today! Even Iruka double checked it!" I exclaimed, obviously proud of myself.

Although… it's kinda feels like my heart has been stabbed to know that Iruka himself was skeptical of my work. Well too bad! My scratch work is all over the paper! Hell Sasuke even had to circle a couple of numbers to ask me questions about. Thankfully, Iruka was the one to hold me back and ask them.

"But… wait… wasn't Sasuke here this morning?" Neji asked, flipping through the test, his keys to his new car dangling in his mouth.

Yeah see you remember that whole car chase thing? Yeah I kinda made Neji wear out the break peddles and lo and behold, we crashed about three days later. Fortunate for us we had bags of pillows that some Hyuuga family member wanted specifically, custom made too. So we came out ok. Now Neji has a new custom made Ferrari 'cause his relative thought it was his fault. And I'm very jealous about that…

"Yeah he was, but something came up in his company and Iruka came by to check on us. So Iruka told Sasuke to go and Iruka just took his class back." I explained, lacing my hands behind my head.

We started walking out the building with high heads. Well at least mine was high. Gaara and Neji were still trying to get over the fact of the newly acquired intelligence I have. They were hunched over my paper going over every detail on each page together.

And in all honesty, it was seriously ticking me off…

"Why did he circle a couple of numbers in a different color?" Gaara asked.

"I dunno. Ran outta ink? Lost the red pen?" I hissed through my teeth that were trying to hold my grin. "Seriously, guys you're ruining my moment."

Yeah, I noticed too that Sasuke used a green pen on the last page, the page that had the most work and numbers on it. But really what's so suspicious about it? Gaara and Neji held it in their hands as if it was a puzzle and detective work.

"And he just circled numbers…"

I pouted. "Nuh-uh, he circled a few equations!" I snatched my paper and looked through it. Oh shit… they really were just numbers circled in green. The equations and question marks were in red. I flipped through the other pages and noticed the green markings again. Only numbers… how odd…

"But all in all…" two rough hands clamped down on my shoulders and I looked at both of them. Neji had a small smile and Gaara just looked at me, his face utterly indifferent. "We are very proud of you."

Next thing I knew… well… It hit me on both my cheeks. A shiver crawled so hard up my spine that I had to stand on my toes to get rid of it. What the—? Did they BOTH just kiss me?!

My hands flew to my cheeks and I suddenly felt dizzy. Not only did Neji kiss me but Gaara! Gaara did too! Granted, Gaara had a look on his face that said 'I can't believe I just did that' and roughly placed a somewhat soggy bag in my hand. My smile grew ten fold. And I believe, if this were a movie, then you would need a welding mask because that's how bright my smile would've been dramatized.

"Gaara! You cleaned it!"

"Hn… It didn't really take long… I just called Kankuro and asked him to get some cleaning stuff from knitting class." He stared at Neji's new silver Ferrari and frowned.

"K-knitting class?" I snickered. "Since when does Kankuro knit?"

"He doesn't…" Gaara answered. "He's the T.A. And he wanted a way out of that class so I offered him one."

"Gaara… how long were you in that bathroom?" my ex asked, his pale lavender eyes laughing.

My panda grumble something and yanked the Ferrari door open.

"What was that?" I said in a sing song voice. It was maybe the best way to get Gaara repeat what he said without getting your head smashed by his fist.

"… Till school ended."

"I LOVE YOU MAN!"

"Touch my cheek with your tongue again and I swear to God: You. Will. Die." I laughed sheepishly but gave his hand a firm squeeze.

"Naruto… Back."

And then my frown was wiped completely from my face. "What? Why?!"

Neji gave me a droll stare. "Because… Sasuke might still be around. And I don't want a repeat of what happened to my last car."

Gaara smirked at me and forced me down in the back where I sat pouting, but still blushing from my little experience back there. Now why couldn't they do that more often?

"Naru… we only give you kisses if you do great in something." Gaara said. Oops, there I go again.

"Especially if you got the best score in something you're very horribly at," Neji added, pulling out of the parking lot.

With my left eye twitching I kicked both the back of their seats and watched them jerk forward. "God damnit Naruto! Stop being so childish!" Neji hissed, as he was forced to skid to a halt in front of the stoplight.

"You're insulting my intelligence…"

The teen on my right snorted. "You have intelligence?"

Ohh… If only I could bite you right now…

-040-

While somberly cleaning the mess I made in the kitchen, Gaara and Neji were still puzzling over the green marks on my test. I strained my ears. I was really dying to know right now too… Shh!! They might hear us…

"It just doesn't make any sense… Obvious, he had both a green and a red pen." Neji.

"Could it really mean something? Plus, only numbers are circled." Gaara.

"Yes, yes I know but…Gaara look, these numbers have to be significant but I can't find out how… especially since the numbers that are circled are of the equations that Naruto knew were wrong and crossed them out."

"Maybe it's a code…"

"…A code for what?" Thank you Neji, for voicing out my thoughts.

"I don't know… but adding up the green marks, you get ten numbers. What usually needs ten?"

There was slight shuffling and it made my skin itch. Has that every happened to you before? It's like you stand there in silence eavesdropping and suddenly you start to hear movement and your skin itches? It's a really weird sensation. Makes no sense at all.

"Anything that has to do with a password…Well computer-wise mostly. Not many security passwords have ten digits to satisfy themselves."

I growled. I wanna see! I poked out my head and watched them as they were hunched over my paper with pencils in their hands and loose paper scattered on the desk. I snorted. First I'm told to clean up, and then they make a mess? Oh no, that won't do. Do you hear me you two?!

Gaara growled too and shoved himself away from the paper, leaning against my couch with a distorted look on his face. And normal, Gaara's face doesn't scrunch up like that. Hell I don't even think it scrunches up at all! I mean it wrinkles but I think that's it…

"What does he want from Naru…?"

"Other than his body and virginity? I don't know…"

Oh crud…. Am I blushing? 'Cause I mean my face is really, really hot right now. Gaara just stared at Neji. And then his shoulders started to shake.

"You-You didn't take it? Why?"

There was a slight pink tinge to Neji's face even though he was dead set on solving the puzzle—if you wanna call it a puzzle, this isn't National Treasure.

"I can't take it Gaara. That would be insensitive of me."

"Of all the… Do you know how he talks about you in homeroom after he spends the night at your house? He's ecstatic and all giddy and shit. Which is really irritating by the way. He even liked coming to school so damn early in the morning after being at your place. He liked bragging."

I started to sink in the shadows, a light chuckle in my throat that just wouldn't come out. And I really think it's trying to choke me…

"You're sure being talkative today," Neji glared at Gaara.

He shrugged. "I've had something to talk about. Very rare if you ask me. Naruto's usually the one that's doing all the talking…"

Neji laughed. "No, I think when we both go into shock after something Naruto has done you do nothing but ask questions and let out your thoughts about him."

"Perhaps. But I'm starting to think that it really is nothing… Leave it Neji. What harm can Sasuke do to Naruto now that he's gone?"

"Gaara…" Neji started. "Sasuke… He wants Naruto… For more reason's that I listed. And when Sasuke wants something, he gets it, even if he has to kill."

I gulped and stood plain in view, my broom clutched tight in my hands. Kill? There will be no killing anywhere! God… what the hell is up with the psycho? Is he like those guys in those horror movies? I mean damn… he looks and sounds like he is one. You have no idea how close those movies are to real life.

"Well… too bad for him, killing us will result in Naruto going berserk and killing him. Right Naru?" Gaara didn't even bother opening his eyes and only tilt his head back. "Our deaths better not go in vain…"

I flushed in anger and embarrassment. I shuffled towards Gaara and stared down at him. He stares up lazily with one eye. You stupid panda. And you're my best friend? Of course your deaths won't be in vain! I mean I'll be all emo and shit but never! If anyone kills you I'll make sure to butcher them and send their body pieces to twenty different places on this Earth.

But for right now…

WHACK!

….

"Naruto… you are so dead…"

"But won't that make your death be in vain?" I quirked.

"Sasuke won't want you if you're dead."

And so began the long awaited wrestling! Unfortunately… I lost… and right now, after 15 minutes of grappling, I'm laying on my stomach with my face in the carpet with Gaara perched on my back as if he's a sultan or something. Which he could pass for you know. It's just the skin color that would throw off his image. DAMNIT GAARA!! GET OFF!

Unfortunately…

"Hm? What was that you said Naruto?"

All he can hear is my voice scratching against the carpet. I swear I thought I had the upper hand! I mean well… I'm still somewhat disabled. But nooooo, Gaara has to play dirty and care less about what happens to my arm. I pulled my face from the carpet and took a large gulp of fresh air. Whoo that carpet smelled.

"I said get off!!"

"Hn… No… I'm rather comfortable right here."

I bucked my hips to try and throw him off but… No avail…Oh my god I hate Gaara.

"Neji!"

"I gotta go; I'm supposed to pick Hinata up from training. I'll talk to you later guys."

Wait, what the fuck? NEJI!

"Naruto, behave. And try not to get cocky because of that test." Neji gave me a small smile and walked out with his jacket in tow.

"Gaaraaaa!"

"Stop whining."

"Then get off me!"

"No."

"…I hate you."

"Ok."

Do you not see this? Is this how best friends are supposed to act? No! They're supposed to say I love you too!

I grunted and pulled my hand free from underneath my stomach. Reaching for the closest thing I could grab, I slammed it into Gaara's side, knocking him off balance. Lucky him it's a pillow. Scrambling to my feet I watched as he just shrugged, grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. Ohhh I hate him right now…

"I'm staying."

I said nothing. Wanna know why? Because Gaara doesn't listen to me. So even if I said no, he'd still be staying. But hey, nice, free, healthy, and delicious food for me!

I grabbed my test and shuffled back to the kitchen. My face was burning from being rubbed into the carpet that was supposed to warm up my feet and make my floor look nice.

With a quick glance, I tossed the paper on the counter and opened the fridge for something to drink. All that grappling really took its toll on me. Especially since I haven't been getting my daily exercise and my body is starting to slow down. And it took me forever to get in that routine… If it wasn't for Kakashi and Neji I'd probably be the laziest person in the world. And that's saying something since as of right now, Shikamaru takes throne.

I yelped a bit as my phone vibrated hard in my pants. Note to self: Never put your phone in your front pocket if it's on vibrate. It's highly uncomfortable in details I won't tell you about unless you do the same as me.

I pulled out my phone and checked for the caller ID. I smiled and flipped the phone open. "Hey Haku! How've you been?"

There was that girlish giggle. "I've been fine. It's nice to hear you again Naruto. You've been really busy lately, ne?"

I closed the fridge with a slight kick and brought some orange juice to a clean glass. "You try dealing with a sub who makes you stay behind to study and torture you."

Haku laughed. "Is he still there?"

"Hopefully not, he left when lunch was over. Please don't jinx me." I prayed and took a sip of my juice.

"I won't! I promise. Besides, I miss talking to you."

"Good. Cause if you did jinx me then I probably would be unable to talk to you. Well… if you could… it might be in Juvenile Hall or something…" I stare idly at the last page of my test paper with green markings on it.

Really… There was nothing to solve! I mean really he could've just used a different pen. Maybe he just forgot it in shock and picked up the next correcting pen next to him.

Oh yeah! Accept the fact that Naruto Uzumaki is smart, bitch!

"Juvenile Hall? Why?" Haku asked, you could hear the television in the background, and I won't even tell you what it sounds like.

"Because I'd kick his ass. I'd probably kill him too. Do you know how hard it was for me to try and do nothing wrong? And I still got in trouble? I am not letting this guy be the death of me!"

"Strong words Naruto."

"Thank you. Hey what are you doing this Saturday?" With the ballpoint of my tip-chewed pen I placed the numbers side-by-side on the page. All in order of how they are seen. Let's see what we have shall we:

We have a 9, 5, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 8, 3, 2…

…What the fuck?

"Well… I have to work for the first few hours of the day. My landlord felt like rising up the stakes on our rent. It really pissed off Zabuza." There was a loud clatter in the back ground and strings of curses that sounded very much like:

"That old man is going to pay! No one can get that kind of money in a week!!"

"Hehe, sucks for you guys. Hey Haku… how many numbers are there in a phone number?"

"You honestly don't know?" When I didn't respond and chuckled sheepishly, I heard him giggle. "What will you do without me? There's seven. Ten if you include the area code."

And I repeat: What the fuck?

Staring hard at the letters as if they would shift into snakes and slither along the page, my jaw mechanically opens bit by bit. No way in hell. Today must really be my day. I aced a test that no one else did and solved a puzzle that Neji and Gaara could not! I mean really it was so obvious!

Ok not obvious, obvious but still! You'd think that two smart guys like them would figure it out in a heart beat! And I know that I said it wasn't but hey… you never know until you try right?

"Damn… Thanks Haku." I beamed. "If I could kiss you I would."

"You do that," a deep guttural voice growled. "And you may never see or feel those lips again."

…Keeping my lips to myself sir. And I said that too. Haku found it very funny and laughing in my ear. Oh thank god his voice laughing voice is NOTHING like Sakura's.

"Sorry about that, Zabuza is really protective. But hey I gotta go right now, my meal break is almost over. I'll call you later on tonight ok?"

"Naw its cool, call me tomorrow. I think I'm go to bed early tonight."

We exchanged good-byes and I pressed 'end'. Who's number is this? My whole body was screaming "Sasuke's!" but like an idiot I started dialing anyway. I licked my lips and pressed "phone".

I mean really. Is there such a big chance that it's Sasuke? And even if it is, well then I'll just hang up. For all I know a girl could've sent me this!

But what if it is him?

I don't know… And the chances of him doing this and slim to nothing. Hell he made it loud and CLEAR that he hates me. And besides, he left anyway! There's nothing he could do to me.

Are you sure?

Why in the world am I arguing with my rational conscience? Everyone knows that rational consciences cause nothing but consequences. That's why I suggest you go on a plane, open the window and throw it out to the sea. Chances are, it won't find you for another 5 years.

The phone rang for twice. The third time I rolled my eyes. It probably wasn't even a phone number. Maybe it's just a combination like Gaara said. You can't honestly expect me to solve something that simple right?

"Hello?"

I froze.

Damnit.

"Hello?" the voice was getting irritated, and it sounded strangely like Sasuke's.

"Hi," I said with a waver in my voice. "Ummm someone called me on this number… and I was wondering um… Who is this?"

SLICK MOVE!! Here's another lesson for ya: When you're randomly calling someone just say what I said. Works every time.

"Well it wasn't me. Hold please." I murmured a reply and heard the faint noise of the person calling someone.

"Suigetsu… did you call somebody?... Well I didn't… Didn't I tell you to stop wasting my minutes?... Just because you live here does not mean you can just call whoever you want and lie about it… I don't care! You live here but you don't pay for a damn thing… Shut up. Just shut up…. Didn't I just tell you to shut up?"

I snickered slightly. Wow. That was entertaining. "I'm really sorry I-"

"Who is this?" they snapped. I gulped.

"No one important, sorry I called."

"Wait, wait. You sound familiar…"

"Heh, I sound familiar to a lot of people so don't worry about it." I laughed nervously. Ok hand, time to hang up the phone now.

"No… you're voice is very distinctive… God I know your voice."

Now why does Sasuke sound like some docile person on the phone? It's not right I tell you! "Well sir," I coughed, "I must be going now."

"Wai-"

Clack.

You are so funny think I would wait for you.

I rest my head on the counter and laughed bitterly after dropping my phone. Oh the joy of this… Stupid move right there. The one time I don't listen to my body it's right. What the hell…

Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.

Oh my phone… Who is that?

954-555-7832.

Fuck. What should I do?! I could answer and play fake again or I could just ignore the call. But that would be rude of me… UGH! Since when did I care?! And this is Sasuke we're talking about! I shouldn't care! My hand picked up the phone and I stared at the screen that had a smiley face winking as the phone vibrated in my hand. Ok, answer and play the say dumb thing right? It shouldn't matter. It shouldn't do anything bad right? Right! Good plan.

1 missed call.

….Double fuck….

Oh this is not good.

And 30 seconds later, I got a voicemail.

Dad... I know you're in heaven and you can't do jack shit to save my life right now, but please tell me that you did something about this. Like my voicemail cracked on my name when I said it.

I flipped open my phone and read the screen with unease hands. 1 missed call. 1 new voicemail. Call voicemail?

I almost called for Gaara to help calm down my nerves, but you know something? I'm a big boy. I can take this…

I pressed call and dialed my code. Gaara….

"You have one new voice mail," the mechanical voice replied, "from phone number 954-555-7832." I held my breath. GAARA!!

"Hello, Naruto. How nice of you to call me."

I think I just died. Thanks a lot Dad.

R&R please!