High school: the worst possible place to ever have to be for four years of my life. I know what you're thinking, yeah no, it's not all daisies and buttercups. For someone who doesn't fit in; or rather doesn't want to fit in, there can be a lot of hell. It's not at though I don't want to fit in; I think secretly everyone wants to in one form or another, but I don't want to be someone I'm not just to have friends. Honestly that's a bit foolish to me. My old school always did that. We allowed ourselves to form cliques and some were "left over" after all was said and done. I was one of those people. Dad's job makes us move every few years. Sometimes it's the city; other times it's the county. But this time it's because of me. I'm not going to get into it right now. But I'm just happy to finally be out of that place. Hopefully this place will be better. A new beginning I guess. New beginnings aren't really my forte; I tend to screw things up.

Typically I'm not one to direct attention to myself. I don't want to have to deal with the drama. And who does really? But if you mess with me, well let's just hope you don't, I can be a real bitch when I need to me. The drive there was quiet. Things were awkward. The car drove on without a word. When we finally arrived my parent's let me out of the car, took out my luggage (which I didn't even pack may I add) and promptly drove off. No words, no explanation at all. Foreign place and they just ditch me. Doesn't that give you warm and fuzzy feelings? As I entered the front door I moved towards the desk. Asking general questions of where I should go and whatnot, but the woman behind the desk wasn't all too pleased with me. Honestly, so far I really hate this. I wish I had some sort of support system on my first day. Not to mention it's an all girls school, which my parents yet again failed to mention. I'm not good at fitting in with girls, much less ones who all have the same personality and like the same things, is not what I had in mind. They are so going to get a mouthful from me when I talk to them. That is if that even ever happens.

There is one good thing about it though. There was a boy's school right next door, well it's on campus but it's separated from the girls, by a door. Yeah, fat luck that'll help. Doors don't always work that well with a ton of ranging female hormones all locked up in one place, and male hormones on the other side. But we aren't really allowed to visit unless they were in high school (apparently, I'm only going off tidbits of info I've overheard from others) so who knows what'll happen.

This is going to be so different from what I'm used to. To top it off I have to wear a uniform, not the long skirt thing. No, it's more of a knee length skirt (plaid pink and cream white kilt like pattern), white blouse and above all the worst possible thing ever imaginable, are you ready? A pink blazer. Ugh! I could throw up. There are few colours in this world I can't stand. Pink being at the very top of most detestable colours, and my uniform looked like someone had too much pink material left over, so they used it for a frigging pink blazer! And it wasn't rose pink, or rusty pink (I'd be more willing to wear that if my life depended on it), no, this pink was full on pink. I am not amused. With my head held low, I walk to get my schedule. I can't believe I'm actually forced to wear this damn thing.

"Here are the classes you must attend. Your homeroom is at the very top of the page. I've also included a student handbook that outlines the rules." The lady behind the desk handed me a piece of paper without even looking up. Student 'handbook' was more like a book. It has to be as long as a small book. This is crazy. I can't believe my parents actually expect me to go through with this. I just got here and I already want to leave.

"Um, excuse me, but do I have to wear this blazer?" I ask tentively. I really want out of the uniform. Why couldn't it be navy or something? Why pink? It's like the school is intentionally trying to separate the sexes and reinforce stereotypic colours to genders.

"Only on Monday's and Wednesday's. Do you have you're tie?" tie? I have to wear a tie too? Can this day get any worse? I don't even know how to tie a goddam tie.

"I didn't know I needed a tie." I said in my most innocent voice possible. I have a tie, but I thought that was for like some super important occasion.

"Because you're new I'll give you this one to borrow for the day, but you really should buy a tie for Wednesday." She handed me one that had already been tied by someone else, the knot looked to be too tight to try and undo. So I'm not even gonna bother.

"What happens if I don't wear the blazer?" I really don't want to wear this damn thing.

"If you don't wear it for a certain amount of time, then you will be given a detention." Great, so now there's no way I can get out of this stupid thing. I already have too many issues against my name; I can't have detentions on my record as well. Worse even a suspension just because I didn't wear an obnoxious pink blazer. Honestly, I can't get over the fact that it's actually a thing they do.

"What do I wear on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday?" I ask. I really need to memorize this, I do not want to keep asking people.

"A vest on top of your white shirt." The woman behind the desk says. Keeping her eyes glued on the papers in front of her.

"I'll be going then." I say. I probably didn't even need to say it.

"You're late." She says.

"Excuse me?" I ask, turning around to face the receptionist.

"The bell has already rung" she said pointing to the clock not even looking away from her computer screen, her left hand tapping away at the key board "and you are on the opposite side of the building. For such an old school it's rather large." She glanced up slightly through her glasses that sat low on her nose; she used her index finger and pushed them up to their rightful resting spot on her nose.

"Oh, thank you?" I said politely and walked out of the room. Homeroom is…1K…wait; what? That makes no sense! I'm definitely not in grade one. This is so confusing!

"You must be new." A man's voice said behind me. I quickly turned around and there was a rather fit man with a medical mask over his nose and mouth, his hair was silver and was standing on end. He doesn't look like a teacher.

"How'd you know?" I ask. "Am I that obvious?"

"For one you're going the wrong way." He said grabbing my shoulders, turning me around. "Homeroom is that way." He said pointing down the empty hallway.

"Speaking of homeroom, what does 1K mean?" I ask, I really need to know this. If I know one bit of their system, I'll be able to figure out more a bit later. Hopefully.

"Oh, you're in my homeroom!" Say what? This guy is actually a teacher? You have got to be kidding me.

"What's the one thing stand for?" I ask, completely disregarding what he said.

"First year of high school, what else?" he says as if it was such an obvious system, which it isn't may I add.

"Right, how silly of me." I reply sarcastically.

"You're late." He says.

"So are you." I retort.

"But I'm the teacher, it's okay for me to be late." His logic is messed up. If anything it means he should be earlier. "Here we are." He said opening the door and pushing me in. I hate it when they do that. Makes it too damn obvious that I'm new.

"Class this is…? Who are you again?" doesn't even know his students, how is this guy even a teacher?

"I'm Kanae." I say awkwardly.

"Kanae? hm" a girl with blond hair whispered to her friends. I don't think she likes me much. That's fine, I can tell we won't be that close. She's one of those people.

"Well, what does your name mean? I've never heard of it before." A girl in the back of the class asks.

"It means….beautiful one" I said reluctantly, whispers filled the room, some of which I can here. I can hear the "She's not that pretty." "She looks so plain!" and the "She's average." Which in actuality; is so completely true.

"Can I sit down now?" I ask the teacher, feeling uncomfortable with all the students staring at me like I were some sort of alien.

"Of course, you can sit next to Sakura." He pointed to an empty desk (still haven't caught this teachers name yet. I really should listen more.) When I get close enough to the empty desk I could see the girl the teacher had pointed to. Sakura; wait for it….had pink hair. So not cool. Then again who am I to say what's cool? I've never been considered the "cool type" always apart of "the loser cruiser(s)." Yeah, you heard me right. That's what the "cool people" called me back home. But they were just a bunch of bitches and complete sluts. I'm not sour towards them at all.

"Hiii! OMG! How cool is it to have you here! We don't normally get new kids here. You should soooooo hang out with me and my friends!" she is way too cheerful for so early in the morning. Maybe she had too much coffee…

"Sure…I guess." Oh god, she's one of those girls. Ugh, do I really have to put up with her?

"So what are you like into? Do you have a boyfriend? Ohh I…" she went on and on, she's basically having a conversation with herself.

"Sakura, please don't make me ask you again. Be quiet."

"Yes sir." The pink haired girl says. The bell rings, thank god!

"I guess that's all for today. Read pages 345-467 and―" the whole class moans. "That won't help. Also, fill this out with the information on the pages and pass it in tomorrow. Also, Kanae, please stay behind after class. " In unison, everyone got up and headed to the door. Kakashi (my history teacher) stood at the front of the class.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You're going to be a bell ringer." He says matter-of-factly.

"What?" I ask in total shock.

"Here." he says.

"It's a bell…" and actual freaking old fashioned bell. You have got to be kidding me. Could this school get any weirder?!

"Yeah, I told you earlier that you were going to be a bell ringer. Yes, it's a bell because you ring it in the halls so everyone knows to go to the next class." He said with a hint of sarcasm. When did he ever tell me I was gonna ring a freaking bell?

"Why me? I'm new and I don't even know how to get around this place!" I explain, hoping it'll get me out of the absurd duty.

"All the more reason for you to be a bell ringer." He says lazily. "Here are the times." He said handing me a piece of paper with times on it. "You get to leave class a little early." Yes, one good thing about this task! "Get to your next class." I nod and walk out the door.

What's next on the list of torturous activities? Ugh, economics… not gonna lie, this is definitely not my strong suit. It's the math bit that gets me; my brain just doesn't work that way. It never has. As I near the hall to economics class, all I see is a flood of girls. Is it really that popular of a class here? Thankfully, it's the last class of the day for me, so I won't have to suffer from more awkwardness then I've already experienced. I don't think I can stand being in this blazer, I want it off!

"Umm, excuse me." a shy looking girl with dark purple like hair said in front of me. "Can you please move?" she whispered again to the girls blocking her way into the classroom. There was a tall thin brunette blocking her path to the classroom, she acknowledged this whispering girl, but chose to completely disregard and ignore her request.

"Move it!" I barked, I can't stand the kind of people who do what this brunette was doing. Girls stared at me; this little outburst probably wasn't the best decision, in hindsight. Then continued to talk, disrupting my course to class. Not only mine, but others too, it was really a pain to try to shove your way through. Honestly, I don't think you should have to. Wait a second…I have a bell! I bring the bell right next to the brunette girl who was in the way of the purple haired girl and rang it in her ear. She doesn't seem too pleased with me, and I could care less.

"Do you have a problem?" she asked putting her arm on her hip, the classic prep stance. So typical.

"Yeah; it's you. You're in this girl's way, which means you're in my way. So, move it sister!" I reply snidely. I do not take well to these kinds of people.

"I'm not your sister!" she replies angrily. Looks like I struck a nerve.

"Thank god! Now, move." I retort with power.

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes and got out of my way.

"C'mon, let's go to class." I grabbed the purple girl's wrist and dragged her to class. I don't want her lost in that sea again. I know all too well what it's like to be in that kind of situation. Surprisingly, I wasn't always the loud one. I used to be just like her, before a situation forced itself on me that made me become the person I am today.

"Thanks" she mumbled.

"No problem, it's kinda what I do." I replied.

"You heard me?" she asks, completely taken off guard that I was able to actually hear her.

"Why wouldn't I? I have a little sister, she mumbles like crazy! I've been well trained." I let go of her wrist as we got closer to the door "So what's your name anyway?" I asked facing her, walking backwards into the classroom.

"Hinata." She says with a slight smile.

"Mine's Kanae." I said smiling and turned back around and before bumping into someone.

"Watch it." A male voice snapped. I looked up at the person I bumped into, rubbing my nose. This boy definitely did not adhere to the school rules. He definetly looks like the bad boy type, and who doesn't like the bad boy? His tie not even close the place it's supposed to be (but hey, neither was mine) his first button on the top of his shirt was undone, and his shirt was un-tucked. And a chain, can't forget that. Honestly, the chain I didn't understand. Why in the hell would someone wear that? Despite his messy appearance, this boy is pretty damn hot. I kind of approve. Just kind of though.

"You're one to talk." I say quickly, coming back to reality.

"Kanae be careful, you don't want to get on his bad side." Hinata urges.

"So?" I reply back to her.

"Oi! What's this girl's problem?" he asked his friends who sat behind him. They just shrugged. "Just stay out of my way." Okay, he's a jerk.

"Hello class," our teacher said "Kiba sit down." This, Kiba boy actually sat down, but certainly not willingly. "Class, this is Kanae, she'll be joining our class as of today. Be nice, especially you four." The teacher said looking right at Kiba and his 'crew' "Kanae, you'll have to sit in the desk between Kiba and Sasuke." The teacher says "Kiba fix that uniform of yours right now! How many times do I have to tell you!" the teacher barked. He just got told! Vengeance is sweet!

"k'ay." I accidently slammed my books on the desk next to his. I was in between two guys, at an all girls' school. How does this even work? What is the logic behind this?

"Of all the people." Kiba mumbled to himself.

"Hey, I'm not too happy about this either, get over yourself." Yeah, desks weren't separated, I'm not all that happy. Kiba doesn't look all too thrilled either.

"So, you have to be Sasuke, answer me one question." I asked him as I ignored Kiba and pivoted my upper body to face him. He said nothing in reply though "I'll take that as an okay. Why is there a mixed class if the two schools are divided?" he rolled his eyes. "Dude, you might as well answer me, I won't shut up until you do." I warn him.

"There aren't enough people to create a class in the two schools, so instead of having four in each class in the two schools they combined the two schools for the period. This isn't the only case for something like this to happen here." Okay that makes more sense. Doesn't mean I like the sense. In fact, I really don't like it. Well, mainly just because of Kiba. I'm fine with nice guys being around, just not him.

"Move your books." Kiba ordered.

"They're on my desk stop complaining." I snap back at him.

"No! Look! That right there, it's on my desk!" he complains in a whisper.

"That's nothing!" I say annoyed.

"Kiba, Kanae. Please be quite." The teacher said without looking away from the board. How does this woman even know what my voice sounds like already?

"Now look what you did! You got me in trouble!" I whispered to Kiba.

"Prep." I stepped on his foot under the desk as hard as I could, I don't like being called 'prep', not one bit. Besides, he had to learn a lesson, and if I didn't give it, who would?

"OW!" he cried, the whole class looked at him. I snickered. "Oi! What's your problem!" he yelled pointing at me. Great, now all the attention is on me. I seriously want to hide in a hole right now.

"The two of you outside now!" the teacher barked. Thanks a lot Kiba. "Stay out here until you two settle this. You aren't children anymore; there should be no need to act like them, especially in my classroom." The teacher left us in the hallway "Look you two, I'd rather not have to send you to the principles office on the first day. Figure this out. Don't come back in until everything, and I mean everything between the two of you is resolved. I don't care what it is or how long it may take, just figure it out. If you do something like this again during my class, I will not be as lenient. Do you understand?" Before either one of use could answer she turned around and slammed her door behind her.

"Great. First day and I'm already getting in trouble." I say out loud.

"It's the first day of school, big whoop." Kiba says like it's not a big deal to get in trouble on the first day.

"For me it kinda is! I'm new to this school. I need to get brownie points whenever I can." I say rolling my eyes.

"Why?" he asks.

"Because burnt down one of my old schools, by accident mind you, among other things."

"Was it?" he asks with his eyebrows raised.

"Well, to a point at least. I've broken a 100 year old door at another. My record isn't the cleanest. Why am I even telling you this? Or talking to you?" I ask him, really it was a question that was directed at me but disguised as a question for him.

"Don't know." He shrugs. "You don't seem like the average girl." He says out of the blue.

"There's one thing I can tell you, and that's I'm not anywhere near to being what people classify as 'normal'" I reply.

"Hey guys," a blonde haired boy said as he walked out with two other of his friends. Sasuke, and some other dude.

"Great, now it's a party." Kiba said rather un-enthusiastically.

"What made you guys get kicked out?" I ask completely ignoring Kiba's 'don't encourage them'.

"We weren't kicked out." The blonde one said.

"Finished the work early, so she let us leave." The brown haired boy said.

"Naruto copied though." Sasuke stated.

"Hey! I'm not stupid you know!" Naruto defends himself.

"This teacher seems pretty tough on students." I thought out loud.

"You have no idea." The brunette said.

"Let's ditch, besides it's not like we're doing anything." Kiba said to the others.

"Where to?" Sasuke asked, I can't believe they're agreeing to this. I mean, who does that? "How about the practice room?" Sasuke suggested.

"Why not?" the blonde replied, " It lets us practice and maybe get some work done. You coming or not?" he asks me.

"Me?" I ask pointing to myself.

"Who else?" he says as though it was such a simple answer.

"There are like three other people out here. I think I'll pass, besides, I don't think Kiba here could handle having me around." I say sourly. I really can't seem to like this kid, he just annoys me, just by breathing.

"Suit yourself." Kiba said grinning.

"Let's go." The brunette commented "C'mon" he said lazily helping me to my feet. Why am I doing this? I never agreed, did I agree? I do not remember answering a 'yes' to ditching school on the first day.

We've snuck out of the school and to a nearby parking lot for students. Around it was filled with lush green trees and small nearby gardens. The trees provided shade on hot days and appears to be a popular place to park your car under.

"I'm Shikamaru." The brunette says.

"Kanae." I said pointing to myself.

"You've ever ridden a motorcycle?" he asks, walking a little bit faster to match my walking speed.

"Once, and failed miserably." I stated.

"It couldn't have been that bad." He says.

"Crashed into a tree and the motorcycle fell off a cliff." I say matter-of-factly.

"There is no way in hell that that thing is hitching a ride with me!" Kiba said offensively.

"I hate you too." I snarled back to him.

"Little harsh don't you think Kiba?" Naruto asked, before adding "But, I don't want my baby hurt! Sorry." He said sincerely.

"No way in hell is she getting anywhere near my bike." Shikamaru said. They all turned to Sasuke.

"What?" he obviously wasn't listening to the whole discussion from just moments ago.

"She's hitching a ride with you to the studio." Sasuke shrugs.

"Studio?" I ask

"Sasuke's brother owns it, we go there to practice sometimes, that or just hang out with the people from Suna High."

"Wait, so the four of you are in a band?" I say almost with a laugh. I can't believe this, this is so typical.

"Umm, yeah. We're on the news all the time." Kiba said slightly offended.

"Don't watch TV that much. It fries your brain." I shrug. "Besides, it spreads false information and stereotypes and unrealistic standards."

"You're rather outspoken." Shikamaru said as he walks lazily next to me.

"You have no idea." I say with a slight chuckle.

"I'd hold my tongue if I were you when we get to the studio." He suggests quietly.

"Why?" I ask.

"Just trust me." He says.

"I can start to trust you if you tell me." I say, trying to gather a little more information. What can I say? I'm nosy.

"Just, don't ask. Okay?" He says with a little more tone attached to the words.

"Tell me." I inquire. I get a simple 'no' from him. I continue to inquire. I'm not going to drop this until I get the answers that I'm looking for. No way am I dropping this until I find out.

"She won't shut up if you don't tell her." Sasuke told him, turning his body slightly sideways.

"Yeah, I've realized. Does she have to come?" Shikamaru asked starting to second guess his earlier action of insisting of inviting me.

"C'mon you guys! Be nice, besides, besides it is Kiba's fault that she got kicked out." Naruto says, giving me a weak smile as he does.

"No it wasn't! She kicked me! She's the reason she's kicked out!" Kiba defended himself.

"If you hadn't had complained over my books being half a centimeter over your desk, or if you hadn't had called me a prep I wouldn't have had to kick you in the first place!" I almost yelled.

"Well…" Kiba stuttered.

"You don't have a comeback, do you? Ha! I win!" I say cheerfully.

"Ugh!" Kiba shouted in annoyance.

"She's going to be problematic isn't she?" Shikamaru asked

"Oh yeah." Naruto agreed.

"I'm right here. I can hear you." I state.

"That's the whole point." Kiba said with venom attached to the words that escapes quietly through his lips.

"Gee. How kind." I directed to him.

"Here." Sasuke said throwing me a black helmet. I put it on my head. "Here, let me help you fascine it. It's tricky if you aren't used to it." I tilted my head upwards to so he can fascine the helmet easier. His hands were cold to the touch; he himself had no reaction whatsoever to anything that was happening. He seems really reserved, and almost emotionless. "Why are your hands so cold?" I ask.

"They are always cold." He responded still trying to fascine it, once it's fastened he climbs onto his bike, and I followed. I grab a hold of his disciplined, fit body. His leather jacket cool to the touch, but warms up shortly after contact. The roar of the engine sounds and we're off to the studio, following the three other hums of the motorcycles in front of us. I rest my head on Sasuke's back. I can't believe I'm doing this! My first day and I'm already going to be in so much shit from the principle! It's only the first day, and I'm already breaking the rules.

"Hey Kanae…" Sasuke said through the roar of the motorcycle.

"Yeah." I reply though the noise.

"Don't take Kiba too seriously. He's okay once you get to know him." He says with his head slightly tilted backwards so I could hear him.

"It doesn't seem like that to me. He seems like a total jerk." I reply, honestly I don't care what it's like after you get to know the idiot; it's the first impressions that matter. Needless to say, his was a pretty shitty one.

"He is if you don't know him. We're here." Sasuke says. The studio is much closer to out school than expected, only a short drive.

"Already?" I lift my head as the hum of the engine ceases in front a tall building with many windows. The sun peaking over the tall building, shinning with great power.

"The Suna group is here." Kiba commented as we walked past the motorcycles Kiba pointed to, we walked up to the large glass doors. Sauske took a hold of the gold doorknob. I followed in behind him, Naruto, Kiba, and Shikamaru did as well.

"Sir." The staff bowed down to Sasuke.

"Is that typical?" I whispered to Naruto.

"Yeah. Kinda happens a lot. You get used to it." He whispers back. It's weird, I don't think I'd ever be able to get used to a thing like that.

"Yo! Dude, long time no see man!" a boy said shaking Naruto's hand.

"Who's he?" I whispered to Naruto.

"Kankuro." He whispered back.

"My, my. Who's this little cutie?" Kankuro asked putting his arm around my shoulder. I stared at him.

"What." I didn't answer; I just continued looking at him.

"What?" he said again.

"Get your arm off of me." I tell him as viciously as possible.

"She's kinda feisty! I like her!" he says cheerily.

"He's annoying." I tell Naruto, who just smiles and nods.

"Hello, Naruto." A redhead said. Is this place filled with hot guys? I don't understand how there can be so many good looking guys in one place! The boy had red hair that seemed to stay perfectly in place. His emerald eyes seem almost emotionless. Yet there is still a sparkle in his eyes.

"Hey Gaara." Naruto said doing the little head nod thing that boys do.

"Did you guys get kicked out of class again?"

"Yeah, but this time it was her fault." Kiba said pointing to me. Both Kankuro and Gaara looked over.

"For the last time Kiba, it wasn't my fault. You were just acting like a total drama queen over a stupid little thing." I say angrily.

"These two don't get along well do they?" Kankuro said pointing between Kiba and me.

"Nope, and it's only the first day." Shikamaru comments with a stressed sigh.

"Don't worry girlie, I'm here for ya baby, no need to worry 'bout mean 'ol Kiba." Kankuro said putting his arm around me again.

"Get off of me."

"Can I bring her home with me?" Kankuro asked with his arm still around me.

"Go ahead." Kiba tells him.

"Thanks Kiba, I'll be sure to remember this."

"Now, now, Kiba, that's no way to treat this fine young lady." An older looking man came forward. Wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. The bags under his eyes were dark. He looked a little like Sasuke, yet totally different at the same time. His eyes are likely do to all the work he has to do. Who is he again?

"Itachi." Sasuke said coolly.

"Sasuke." The man replied in the same tone.

"Who's that?" I ask Kankuro as I take his arm off of me.

"It's the owner of the business. He used to play in a popular band called Akatsuki until he quit too make it on his own in the music industry. Instead he created this place."

"Okay and how does he know Sasuke?"

"He's his brother." He says turning to me, surprised that I didn't know.

"What is your name?" The man in the black suit asks as he walks over to me. I can feel Kankuro's muscles start to tense up.

"Kanae." I reply coldly.

"What are you doing here Kanae?" he leaned down slightly to reach my height. He's talking to me as if I was a little child, man, that's annoying.

"She's here with me. Leave her alone." Sasuke said not even taking a glance away from where he had been staring. The man looked at Sasuke and walked away with an entourage following behind him like little sheep.

"Try to stay away from him." He told me "I knew this would be a bad idea." He told Naruto. He just shrugged and grinned.

"C'mon, let's just go." Sasuke took my wrist and lead in away from Kankuro and Gaara.

"See 'ya later cutie!" Kankuro winked at me and added "and try to stay out of trouble while you're here. If you ever need me for anything just text me." He winked at me again and left. It was only after he left did I notice he had slipped his number into my blazer pocket. I don't like this so far, not one bit. I have to admit, they do have pretty damn hot singing voices, but it doesn't help me get rid of utter boredom of waiting!

"Just finishing up something, then we can leave," Naruto said for the second time. It's not like I could say no, they were my ride home. Or rather back to school where I'll be living for the rest of my high school life."Okay, let's go." Naruto took my wrist and led me out of the building. Shikamaru, Sasuke, and mister grumpy followed behind. We got to the motorcycles when…. "She's not coming with me." First thing out of Sasuke's mouth.

"Same." Naruto said shortly after.

"Same" Shikamaru said almost at the same time as Naruto.

"No! No way! I don't want to deal with that!" Kiba says venomously pointing in my direction.

"You've got to be kidding me. There is no way I am getting on a motorcycle with that thing." I snarl, pointing to Kiba.

"It's either you ride with him or you stay here." Sasuke told me.

"Gee, what great people you are. I'll go, and only because I need to get back to school. No one is to know about this. Got it?" I tell them. They nod. "Good." I reluctantly get on Kiba's bike and take a helmet.

"You're leaving already?" Kankuro asked just as he left the building with Gaara.

"Why do we always have to bump into him?" I ask out loud under my breath. "Yeah, we're leaving. C'mon Kiba hurry up."

"You're hitching a ride with him? Thought you two don't get along?" he teased.

"We don't, it's my only choice…apparently." I glare at Sasuke who has been leaning on his motorcycle looking at the events taking place. As soon as I go to glare at him he avoids looking at me.

"You could, um, hitch a ride with me." Kankuro smiled and looked at me from head to toe.

"No, and gross. Don't ever do that again, and if you do, trust me, I'll make you wish you never met me." That took him aback. "Can we go now? Please!" I ask Kiba.

"Why are you in such a rush?" Naruto asks.

"Let's see, I don't want to get in trouble and I'm a bell ringer, so I have to be at school to ring the last bell of the day."

"How'd you get stuck with that job?" Shikamaru asks, getting his helmet ready.

"Kakashi. He thought it would be a good way for me to get used to the grounds. Another thing, if we get there in time, it will seem like we were out there until I needed the bell, saving all five of our asses. So can we go?" Kiba rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like "ugh, girls" to Kankuro. He got on his bike and I stayed as far away from him as possible.

"Hang on to me." He told me.

"No, there is no way I'm going to hold on to you."

"Suit yourself; don't say I didn't warn you." He hit the protective plastic of his helmet down. The roar of the engine filled my ears; even under the helmet I could hear the murmur of it. The bike then sped off, giving me no other choice than to wrap my arms around his waist, I can't believe this is happening. "Thought you said you weren't gonna take a hold of me." He snidely says to me.

"It's either having to touch you or my life, I chose my life. Where are we going? This is a different way than how we came." I yelled over the roar of the motorcycle.

"Short cut" Kiba yelled back "this way we don't get caught by the cops for speeding." I could feel his muscles move under his jacket as he laughed at his own cleverness.

"Just get me there alive and on time!" I yelled.

"We still have a couple more minutes" Naruto comments as he slides to the ground after looking in the small window on the door.

"So will she come out, or will I have to go in?" I ask him.

"Don't know; this has never happened before." Naruto replies to me.

"Into the lion's den I go then." I stood up and took in a deep breath. I opened the door slightly and poked my head in.

"And what do you think you are doing?" The teacher asks.

"Um, I have to ring the bell." I say pointing to the old looking bell sitting on my desk alongside of my books.

"Fine, get the bell. Class, stay seated until you hear the bell. You can work on your homework in the meantime." I got to my desk as fast as possible and grabbed the bell and quickly got out.

"I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes" I say as I close the door.

"That scary huh?" Naruto asks.

"Yeah," I took in another deep breath "I'm going to go and ring this damn bell now." I say with a forced fake smile.

By the time I arrived back to the economics classroom there was yet again a huge swarm circling the door. I tried the whole 'move it' thing again, but they just pushed me. I forcefully pushed my way through the crowd to get my things. I finally made it through the crowd, but things inside the classroom aren't any better than outside. Girls are flooding the room. Poor Hinata is stuck in the middle of all the chaos again. This seriously pisses me off. Why do people have to be so boy crazy? Honestly, it's not like it's the last time you'll meet a guy.

"Okay people, listen up." I yell over the chaos of girls talking and squealing as I stand on a desk "If you don't come to this class than get the hell out of here, some people who actually go to this class want to get out and all of you hormonal girls are getting in the way of them. You have the weekend to talk to boys if this is what you're here for. Truth be told you are all annoying as hell because you're in the way of not only me, but everyone else in this class. I'm sure everyone has a shit load of homework. So the best thing for us to do is go to our damn dorm rooms. Now get!" I yell.

"What makes you think we'll listen to you." The same brunette as before said. I jumped off the table, trying to look all intimidating.

"Look here, missy. I'm a little grumpy because I can't get to my dorm. When I get grumpy and things don't go my way, I get mad. You don't want to see me mad."

"Nice try, I'm not afraid of you." She scoffs.

"I'm not trying to be scary," I tell her "I'm pissed off and you aren't really helping the situation. Next time, don't come here unless you take this class, got it?" I ask getting in her personal bubble "that goes for all of you girls." I say raising my voice. Slowly, every girl lining the hall move aside so I can get by. I grab Hinata's wrist and bring her through the sea of girls. As soon as we're far enough away I let go of Hinata's wrist. "Those girls piss me off." I tell Hinata.

"Don't focus on them too much, they aren't very nice." She whispers back.

"Yeah, I've noticed. Can you help me?" I ask her.

"With what?" she asks surprised at my sudden question.

"I need to find my dorm room, I was able to find it earlier, but I had help. I'm afraid I'll get lost." I admit.

"Sure thing, what's your room number?" she asks me.

"Umm, it says…" I say reaching for the page with all my information in the mess that I call my bag "room 342" I tell her, passing her the paper with the number written on it.

"Oh, you're the new roommate Sakura was talking about." She comments.

"Sakura? You mean the one with the pink hair?" I ask.

"Uhuh, I'm her roommate too, we heard that there'd be an addition." She says, reviewing the piece of paper.

"She's not, like, totally against sharing with one more person, right?" I ask with caution.

"Oh no, not at all. She's pretty cool once you get to know her. She's really nice." She says, handing my back my piece of paper.

"I just hope she doesn't talk as much as she did this morning in History." I comment under my breath.

"Ah, first period huh? She likes to have coffee to start her day off, no wonder she'd be hyper and talkative." She tells me. Guess I'm not the only one here with good hearing.

"Isn't she a little young to be drinking coffee? It's not good for you." I comment.

"You try telling her that. We've all tried and failed miserably." She explains.

"Thanks Hinata."

"For what?"

"I don't know, being nice to me when I've been spit down on by everyone else." I say with a shrug. To be honest, people probably treat me like that because I deserve it.

"Do you have the key?" she asks, changing the subject.

"Yeah, in a little white envelope."

"okay, I'll use mine then, I have it out already. Thanks by the way, for all you've done for me today. I would never have been able to talk up and stand up for myself like you did for me."

"No problem, it's kinda what I do." She opened the door to a rather large room. It had a small kitchen, a dining room, and then there were four doors, one I'm guessing is the bathroom. And it's likely the only one that doesn't have a name on it. Everything is so clean. I'm kinda surprised.

"We cleaned up, don't get used to the cleanness." She tells me as she shuts the door behind us.

"Gladly." I say with a smile.

"Sakura?" Hinata asks while knocking on the door.A faint "Yeah?" comes from the room. "Kanae is here, how about you come say hi." She says through the wooden door, in hopes the person on the other end receives her words despite the thick wood which muffles them.

"Sure, just give me a second." Sakura yells through the door.

"You okay?" Hinata asks worried.

"Fine, just finishing up some homework." She comments.

"Don't be too long." Hinata tells Sakura. I took my stuff I had dropped off earlier on a couch and brought it to my new room. It was larger than I expected. Much large actually. It had a twin-sized bed, a desk, a very bare bookshelf, a dresser and a small walk in closet, and a TV to top it off. Man, you really get what you pay for here, huh? I put my bags on my bed. I unzipped one of the larger and heavier ones. That suitcase was fully equipped with all the essentials. Basically marvel and DC comic books, the latest issue of my favourite manga, and tons and tons of books and animes, oh, can't forget the movies. I also had a couple little action figures of some anime characters here and there. Got to love being a geek. Besides, it's not like I'm going home over the Christmas holiday, I might as well have something to do. And it's not 'cause my family doesn't want me to go back home, well maybe a little. My parents don't see the use of coming home for two weeks and then go back. Well, that's the excuse they use at least. I'm sure if they could, they'd keep me here over the summer.

The next suitcase had clothes and such. I think the hardest thing for me is I'm going to have to wait until the summer to see my little sister again. Christmas is still so long away, summer just feels like eternality to me. But, it's not like I can do much about it anyway. My last bag might be one of the most important bags I have. It runs a close second to the first one. The very last bag I have to unpack is my laptop and my canon cameras. Yes, that's plural. The different cameras give off a different feeling. One of the ones I have has a 'problem' with it and the light seeps through. But it makes the most beautiful pictures when it's at the right angle. My laptop is for writing, hey, I'm not that talented in many things. Writing and photos are likely the only two things I'm actually semi-good at. Or at least I make myself believe that.

It doesn't take me long to unpack, I'm kinda messy so I don't really care where anything goes, as long as it goes somewhere. I leave my room to see Sakura sloughed over the dining room table.

"So," I say sitting down in the chair next to her "who's the guy?" I ask. She looks over to me surprised, as if it was some big secret that she was having boy troubles. It was pretty obvious though. She sighed and gave in, admitting her

"Sasuke."

"Chicken butt dude?"

"He doesn't have a chicken butt hair!...now that I think of it….he kinda does, doesn't he." I stared at her as if to say 'what was your first clue?' she then began to laugh and so did I, a carefree laugh like this, isn't really easy for me to come by lately. "Wait, how do you know what Sasuke's hair looks like? He wasn't outside today at lunch." Sakura inquires.

"Economics class." I say with a shrug.

"Hinata!" the pink hair girl exclaimed as she brought herself out of the chair over to Hinata, who was trying to sneak away, she wasn't doing a great job at it either. "Why didn't you tell me he was in your economics class?" she exclaimed.

"Cause, it's not like I talk to them, I can barely talk to Naruto!" she replies quietly.

"I feel left out." I said pouting, still sitting at the table. The two of them looked over at me. "What?...What!" I ask confused.

"You don't know, do you?" they ask, surprised.

"Know what?" I ask cautiously.

"About Sasuke, Naruto, Kiba, and Shikamaru." Sakura says.

"What about them?"

"Hello! They're famous, and single. Hinata here crushes on Naruto. Although I don't see why, he seems so stupid." She says, rolling her eyes.

"Well it's better than emotionless Sasuke." Hinata retorts.

"Hey! Be nice." I tell the two of them. "So, are you dating Sasuke?" I ask Sakura.

"Not yet." She says with confidence, as if it'll eventually happen.

"So the two of you are just morbid fan girls then." That came out a little harsher then I intended it to be.

"No!" Sakura defends.

"Do you even know what they're like?" I ask her.

"Well, not exactly. With the whole girls' school and boys' school separated other than at lunch and certain classes, we don't even see the guys." She shrugs, slouching further into the couch.

"Man, you guys have it bad." I say sarcastically.

"I know right!" I roll my eyes at Sakura, that isn't exactly what I meant.

"I have an idea. Are we allowed to leave on the weekends?" I ask, turning to Hinata because for some reason I feel like she would know these kinds of things.

"Well, we can go off of campus, and curfew is longer than on weekdays." Sakura says as she gets up off the couch and goes to open the fridge door that I couldn't help but realize was very empty. Do these girls even eat? Is there a cafeteria they eat at? See, this is the problem with ditching your kid at a boarding school without letting them know about the important stuff, like food.

"Well, today's Thursday, I have economics tomorrow; I can ask them if they want to hang out on the weekend with me and some friends, aka, you two." I offer, now if I'm able to actually make them agree, that's a whole different level.

"Oh my god! That would be awesome!" Sakura shrieked.

"I don't know…" Hinata says afraid of the consequences.

"C'mon Hinata!" Sakura whined.

"I'll be there Hinata, so will Sakura; it's not that big of a deal." I say, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay.

"I'm just…I guess I'm a little nervous." She says quietly before munching on a piece of bread.

"Don't be! We'll be there; we'll be like your little protectors!" Sakura said giving her a sideways hug, taking a piece of bread for herself. "By the way, how do you even know them? Are they as nice as they appear?" Sakura asks.

"Ugh, don't even get me started. Kiba is a total ass with the worst personality possible. Shikamaru is a lazy ass, although he's pretty nice. Naruto is, well he's Naruto. I can't really explain that one; it's a tad difficult. Sasuke, he's emotionless, and that pretty much sums him up." I tell them.

"But how do you know them?" Hinata timidly asks.

"We're in the same class, and when I got kicked out today they dragged me along on a little adventure. I probably don't know anything about them, I didn't even know they were in a band, I'm that cut off." I admit.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it's not big deal. But thanks, for what you're going to do for us. It's really nice of you." Sakura says with a genuine smile, a real smile that doesn't seem forced in the slightest. What I would do to be able to do that. It's not that simple for everyone. For some people things are a little more difficult, they have their own battles and their pasts can be difficult to deal with. I don't know their stories yet, I don't even know mine, but that is something I would like to follow.