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Chapter Ten
Bully

May 18, 2016
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“Did you hear the latest on the new it couple? Uzumaki-san and Hyuuga-san were holding hands over the weekend,” a girl gossiped several octaves above a polite whisper.
“Holding hands?” another gasped dramatically, “nooo!”
“Yes, heard it from Rukia. She’s on the track team, and had a front row seat to the lovey dovey picnic. She said they looked real cozy sitting under a tree sharing Uzumaki-san’s lunch together,” the gossip continued.
“Oh my gosh, really?” drama-teen squealed, “he shared his lunch with her? That’s gotta mean they’re official now, right?”
“No idea,” gossip-girl gloated, voice dripping vitriol as she continued, “but it does look like Uzumaki-san’s moved on to prettier, curvier things. I think the only thing that’s official is that he’s finally kicked Haruno’s arrogant, flat-chested ass to the curb.”
“Serves her right,” a third teen tossed in, “guess its true what they say, what goes around comes around.”
Sakura slammed her gym shoes locker with enough force to rock the whole row of metal cubbies, swung to her left and fixing her wrathful glare on three girls loitering two lockers away. She didn’t even need to look to know who they were, she’d recognized their voice the moment they started talking. They’d done it on purpose, she knew, putting on a whole goddamn skit to get under her skin, rubbing salt in her wound by making sure she was up to speed on the details of Naruto’s latest stunt with that white-eyed weirdo. Sakura hadn’t been able to escape the rumors since they started Monday morning.
It was Wednesday afternoon and she was just about fed up hearing about the ‘new it’ couple.
As much as she tried to ignore the group of girls, to deprive them of the reaction they clearly wanted out of her, Sakura could only take so much bullshit in one week, especially from this trio of petty, bitter, empty-headed bitches that had made it their life’s mission to be a constant thorn in her side since their freshmen year.
Short black hair chopped in a sleek, shoulder-length bob, honey brown eyes sly and twinkling with mean spirited amusement, Ayame Nakagawa was one of her class A classmates, a rank twenty-six idiot that would probably have to fall back on her looks to get anywhere in life. The girl was a follower and had never had an independent thought in her entire life. She sat directly behind Kiba, fitting considering his rank was barely any better, all the way in the back left corner of the classroom, thankfully, far out of Sakura’s line of sight.
Ayame was tight with Yukina Hattori, a class B student with piercing icy blue eyes, and sandy brown hair she kept swept up in a messy bun that always looked seconds from unraveling. Three times smarter than her tag along dummy, Yukina was a slick talking, manipulative cunt Sakura secretly hoped would piss Tayuya off again and get her ass beat a second time. Yuck Face Yukina was nothing compared to her leader, Queen Super Bitch, Koko Adachi.
Pretty girl, average intellect, with long, side-swept hair the shade of deep red wine that sharpened her already striking golden eyes.
If there was any girl in this school that hated Sakura’s guts, and there were quite a few, it was Koko Adachi.
Koko despised her with a passion and focus her test scores would benefit from, and after everything that transpired between the two girls, Sakura could safely say the feeling was mutual.
Once upon a time, Sakura had done the same thing Naruto was doing with the Hyuuga-freak with Koko’s boyfriend, Ichiro, but to be fair to herself, Sakura hadn’t known at the time Ichiro was still dating Koko, he never said anything and she hadn’t though to asked him. Her relationship with Ichiro hadn’t meant anything to her after all, but Koko’s boyfriend hadn’t shared the same sentiment. He’d broken up with Koko after she confronted him about the rumors, publicly giving her the boot in the middle of lunch, rubbing salt in the wound as he chased after the girl he’d cheated on her with.
Sakura could admit, she had a lot of faults, especially as a newly fifteen-year-old girl getting her first taste of high school popularity and simultaneously fuming through another breakup with her long term boyfriend.
She hadn’t handled the situation well…at all.
Thrust into the spotlight, her name on the lips of all her peers, first year Sakura had gotten a little caught up in the hype, leaning into the drama to punish Naruto for a breakup that happened over some stupid argument she couldn’t even remember anymore, compounding her fury when it took place two days before her birthday.
They hadn’t been on speaking terms when the day finally rolled around.
Naruto hadn’t gotten her a gift, nor had he texted her on her special day, petty actions that had only goaded her to keep up the charade with Koko’s boyfriend. She’d flaunted the scandalous relationship, rubbing it in Naruto’s face not realizing she’d been rubbing it in Koko’s too, digging her heels in even deeper when Koko ultimately, angrily, confronted her over it.
Sakura never responded well to shrill screeching and shoulder shoves, as Koko found out.
Their fight had been short but vicious, taking place in the girl’s bathroom just after Sakura’s club wrapped up, leaving both girls with scratches, tangled hair and a festering grudge, though only one had walked away with a bloody nose and it hadn’t been Sakura.
Sakura won that fight, but made a bitter enemy.
Since then, the two had been engrossed in a sort of cold war, posturing around each other, exchanging rapid fire bitchy looks, lobbing snide comments in passing and developing a natural inclination to orbit as far away from each other as the walls of Ouran High would allow.
“Fuck off, Koko,” the pinkette growled, “and take your empty headed lapdogs with you.”
“Who are you calling a lapdog, super forehead bitch?” Ayame snapped, brown eyes narrowed, the ‘empty-headed’ part flying right over her—clearly empty—- head.
Sakura rolled her eyes, “how unoriginal, hate to brake it you, but you’re about six years too late for the forehead insults, they lost their bite a while ago. Feel free to try again though.”
“Fuck you.” Ayame followed up.
“Cut her some slack, Ayame,” Koko defended with false sweetness, slowly closing the distance between them, her lackeys moving with her like dogs on an invisible leash, “can’t you see Haruno’s going through a very difficult time right now. I mean, it’s not every day a girl gets dumped and humiliated by her boyfriend in front of the entire school and then have to watch him panting after a girl ten times hotter than you.”
“You’d know all about that wouldn’t you?” Sakura clapped back, dragging up their ugly past, unable to resist feeding the beef between them.
“Mine came crawling back, yours is wrapped around that freaky eyed mute as we speak. I guess I can understand why he’d go after any girl that wasn’t you. Who can blame him? Poor guys been chained to a raging bitch like you most of his life, and let’s not forget, Hyuuga-san has a few assets,” her golden eyes dipped to the pinkette’s barely b-cup, then back up, a vicious smile curving her lips, “you’re clearly lacking. Guess he’s finally being honest about what he really likes, and unfortunately for you, it’s not mosquito bite tits.”
“Ichiro liked these mosquito bite tits,” Sakura pointed out snidely, refusing to think too hard about Koko making the same ‘observation’ Fuu made about Naruto’s hidden preference for thick girls, “so what’s that say about you?”
“Like that matters, we were around the same cup size back then, the difference between you and me though, is that I was a late bloomer,” Koko preened, swiping her wine colored hair further over her shoulder, away from the c-cup ‘late bloomers’ that showed up at the end of first year, “while you’re forever stuck in training bras.”
Empty skull giggling ensued.
“Now that’s not true Koko-chan, I hear push up bras can do wonders for the mammary challenged,” Yukina put in.
“Who the hell uses the word mammary in an insult?” Sakura snorted over the next round of single-brain cell giggles.
“Oh I’m sorry, did you take that as an insult? It wasn’t meant to be,” Yukina mocked, “I was only trying to give you a little friendly advice, you know, from one ironing board-chest-girl to another fully developed woman.”
“And if you can’t afford push-up bras, I hear tissue paper can give you a nice boost,” Koko added.
“I can see why Ichiro dumped you. You’re a superficial bitch that has nothing but her body to catch a guys attention,” Sakura announced with an exasperated eye roll, “no wonder you can’t keep seem to keep it. The fact that he left your shallow ass in the first place should have clued you in but since you’re too stupid to take a hint, let me spell it out for you, tits aren’t everything.”
“Hmm, I guess you’re right, ass is nice too but Hyuuga-san has you beat there too,” Koko smirked, wrapping an arm beneath her breasts, cupping her opposing elbow and capturing her chin between her fingers in a classic pose of deep contemplation, “Hyuuga-san doesn’t have much personality, but your is so shitty, she’s got you there too. You’re no dummy at least, and that works in your favor, but you’re also fighting Hyuuga-san for the top two spot in Class A and word on the street is she booted your ass to third last week, so that’s out too.”
“So let’s see,” Yukina jumped in with the tally, Ayame’s shit eating grin wide as she counted off the points for her irritating friend on her own fingers, “microscopic tits, a plum instead of a peach in the back, smart but not smart enough and a personality uglier than that mono-brow, fishbowl eyed creep Rock Lee.”
Ayame shuddered, fake gagging behind her hand.
“I think we have a clear winner.”
“Freaky-eyed but still fine Hyuuga-san!” Ayame answered-cheered.
They were talking out of their asses, Sakura knew this objectively, but that didn’t stop the rising anger bubbling in her gut, didn’t loosen the tightness in her jaw or the subtle grinding of her teeth. Sakura wasn’t a weak, insecure bitch to crumble over their petty insults and stupid wisecracks, however, she couldn’t deny, Naruto and his balloon tit sideshow freak was starting to become a sore spot for her and this bullshit session wasn’t helping.
“Face it, Haruno, you’re up shit creek without a paddle,” Koko gloated, “Uzumaki’s done with you. He’s twisting himself into knots over Hyuuga. I’d be surprised if he even remembers your name in a week, and while we’re on the topic of recognition, let’s not forget how low on the popularity totem you’ve been sitting since Hyuuga showed up.”
“Guys pass her by like an old garbage bin now.” Ayame chimed in, “trampling all over her to get to Hyuuga.”
“Little Miss. Perfect dethroned by a freaky-eyed, big tit, pretty little doll that can’t even open her mouth,” Koko jabbed, her nauseatingly false friendly mask falling away, revealing the ugly mug of a face twisted with hate, “how’s it feel, huh? How’s it feel to lose everything.”
Sakura sucked in a silent breath through her nose.
It took everything in she to loosen her jaw to speak, everything she had to keep her temper in check, every ounce of willpower she possessed to maintain her hardline refusal to show the irritating cunt she’d struck a nerve.
“If I ever lose everything,” Sakura sassed, fingers air-quoting on ‘everything’, “I promise, you’ll be the first one I run crying to, if it’ll make you happy. It’s the least I could do after stealing your boyfriend, leaving you leaking in the girls bathroom—how’s that skinny nose of yours by the way, looks kinda crooked to me—and effectively turning you into a bitter, envious, spiteful bitch.”
Sakura didn’t know who moved first, but in an instant the two teens were in each other’s face, Koko’s splotchy bright red, her pleasant features twisted into an enraged scowl.
Her two lackeys closed in behind her.
Three on one wasn’t exactly a good position for her, but Sakura was too angry to give a fuck.
“Ahhh shit, we havin’ a brawl?” a new, familiar voice broke through the terse silence, “three on one’s kinda fucked up though, how bout’ I be your tag team partner, Pink?”
Any other time, Sakura would’ve told the wild girl off for that annoying nickname she came up with a few days ago, but considering Taz had beat the brakes of one of the trio from hell already, she was inclined to let it go if that meant Tayuya would wipe the floor with another one, preferably Koko.
“Oh look, the dyke came to your rescue,” Koko tittered, though she backed the hell up as she did, turning her body to announce her impending retreat, “guess you’re not actually missing Uzumaki anymore, though, I gotta say, I never pegged you as team carpet munch, Haruno.”
The trio backed up a bit more as Tayuya advanced, “why don’t you take a long walk off a short cliff, bitch.”
“You first,” Koko spat, turning as they group moved in the opposite direction, though not before throwing one more nasty insult over her shoulder, “fuckin dyke.”
A round of empty headed giggles, and then they were gone.
“Why you puttin up with that shit?” Tayuya asked, hands on hips, uniform disheveled and wrinkled to hell as it usually was, as though the tomboy slept in it every night, “you shoulda fucked her nose up again, or at least dragged her ass by the hair down the hallway.”
“As if Koko and her two idiots are worth getting expelled over,” Sakura grumbled, “you can’t solve every problem by whoopin ass, Taz. You gotta be smarter than that.”
Tayuya shrugged, “it’s always worked for me, I’ll be ‘smarter’ when it don’t no more.”
Shaking her head, Sakura headed for the cafeteria with her lunch in hand, taking the long way in an effort to cool her scorching hot temper. Taz fell in step alongside her, quiet for the first flight of stairs they climbed, only to start yappin’ as they headed for the second one.
And as was usual, Taz didn’t have anything good to say.
“You know this is all happening because you won’t put Uzumaki in his place or at least knock that mute bitch on her ass. You’re letting them make a fuckin fool outta you, Pink.”
“The only person that’s making a fool out of themselves is Naruto,” Sakura snapped, “and he’s gonna look like an even bigger dumbass when I make him beg me to take him back in front of the entire school!”
“That’s if he ever comes back,” Tayuya needled, her grin touched with a hint of malice, “you’ve seen em’, slobbering all over that girl since ya’ll broke up. Paradin’ her around for everybody to see. He ain’t gonna stop unless you make em’ stop.”
To say Tayuya had struck a nerve was like saying fire was only a little hot.
She couldn’t have chosen a worst sequence of words to say to the pink-haired teen.
Rage, unholy and blistering spread in her chest, something vile stewing in the pits of her stomach.
“I’m not going to chase a man!” she shouted, turning a few of heads in the nearly empty stairwell as her voice echoed, “chasing a man that doesn’t want you is the stupidest, most pathetically degrading thing a woman can do and I’m neither stupid nor desperate enough to stoop that low and more importantly I don’t need to do that! Naruto will come crawling back on his own, just like he always does so drop it, Taz!”
She turned again, stomping her way up the stairs and into a hall, seething as Taz’s words buzzed in her head.
Tayuya snickered as she followed, “I don’t know if you’re delusional or in denial, but I hate to break it to ya, he don’t look like he’s gonna come crawlin’ back. Looks really cozy where he’s at.”
Sakura counted to ten, then fifteen, then twenty.
Taz could probably break her in half, the girl fought full grown dudes and won, but Sakura knew she could get a few good hits in before she went down, and with the red haze partially obscuring her better judgment, she was half convinced it was worth the beat down that’d ensue from decking Taz in her annoying ass mouth.
Koko and her two cunts had nearly worn down what little control she had left over her temper.
She held it in though.
Mouth sealed shut as she walked, taking another pair of stairs.
“Well, whenever you get tired of eatin’ shit,” Taz offered as the silence stretched, “and wanna get serious about gettin’ your man back, let me know. I can help ya peel that bitch off him.”
For the love of-
“I’m not going to fight her and neither are you,” Koko wasn’t worth the trouble and neither was Hyuuga, and Sakura was not about to go down over either one of them.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I know, you uppity bitches are so annoying and so fuckin scary,” Taz huffed as they ascended the stairs, “look, we don’t gotta fight, I’m saying there’s another way to get her out of your way. She wants to play the damsel in distress, we’ll give her a reason to.”
It wasn’t hard to understand what the other girl was proposing, and it was as childish as her advice to catch a felony over a school girl scrap.
Exasperated, Sakura stopped on the last stair, glaring as she asked the bloodthirsty teen,“seriously, do I look like a fuckin bully to you?”
Taz raised a brow, “you really want me to answer that? Your reputation is barely better than mine, Pink.”
Any other day, Sakura wouldn’t let Taz’s idiotic comments get to her, but after dealing with Naruto and his antics, the gossip mill, Koko and her bullshit, Tayuya’s words shot her simmering temper right back up to a raging boil.
“Fuck off, Taz,” Sakura muttered, ignoring Tayuya’s cackle as she started moving again.
Sakura wasn’t a bully, at least, not any more.
She’d put her ‘mean girl’ days mostly behind her last year and she wouldn’t let one of Naruto’s nameless, faceless nobodys make her stoop to that level. Despite her conviction, Sakura felt her jaw re-tighten, tension bringinh her teeth together in a subtle gnashing, felt her hands starting to fist at her sides as her smooth gait grew clipped.
Knowing she was about to snap, Sakura silently repeated to herself what she’d been telling her friends.
Hinata Hyuuga was a nobody, and when Naruto finally dumped that bitch and came crawling back to her, everyone would realize what she’d known all along.
Naruto had been hers all along.
Always had been.
Always would be.
-
It wasn’t enough to tell herself that at lunch.
Not with Naruto sitting beside that bitch of his, smiling and laughing at the table he saved for her and her alone, something he’d never done for Sakura, not once in the entire time they’d known each other.
Not when said bitch set her own lunch to the side as Naruto offered her part of his, handing her his chopsticks to eat with, preparing to eat with his fuckin hands like a fuckin animal until Little Miss. Damsel-In-Fuckin-Fake-Distress dug her own chopsticks from her bento and offered them to him to use, complete with a bright tomato paste blush and kindergarten shoulder hunch to her ears.
And he took them, her girly lavender stainless steel chopsticks.
Smiling sickeningly sweet, dipping low to say something to that bitch that cranked the tomato paste smeared on her cadaver-colored cheeks to a neon carmine, her dark head nearly disappearing in her next childish shoulder hunch.
Which only drew a deep throated laugh from the blonde teen.
It was like a scene from a fuckin teen romance sitcom, complete with it’s own live audience watching on the edge of their goddamn seats.
Around her, teens of all classes and ages whispered and giggled, their eyes ping ponging between the lovey dovey table where the new ‘It Couple’ were sharing chopsticks and lunch, to the ex-girlfriend gripping her own stick tight enough to snap them in half, looking seconds from her legendary temper erupting, no doubt drawing stupid assumptions about shit they didn’t have a fucking clue about!
Waiting with baited breath for the showdown they were convince would breakout any moment.
A scene Sakura wasn’t sure she wouldn’t give the immature, bloodsucking leeches.
“Just chill out,” Karui coached across the table, swirling her little bowl of miso soup, “you go over there and act an ass you’ll be playing right into his hands.”
“I know that,” Sakura snapped, grinding her teeth.
“Then stop letting him bait you,” Ino added beside her, “let him play his stupid little game until he sees you’re not gonna play it with him.”
“Can we talk about something other than NaruSaku drama,” Temari sighed, “like how we’re gonna hatch a plan to see where Miss.Tenten keeps running off to at lunch, you know, the important stuff?”
“Don’t ever say NaruSaku again, Temari,” Ino groaned, “that was so fuckin cringe.”
Fuu gasped from her place beside Tayuya, “oh look look, Temari! Is Hyuuga stealing your man too? Look! Shikamaru’s sitting with them!”
They looked as one, turning their curious (one spiteful) gaze back to the spotlight couple.
Sure enough, Shikamaru was taking a seat with the pair as they turned to look, sitting opposite of the pair.
“Not fuckin likely,” Temari answered, rolling her eyes as she went back to her lunch, “Shikamaru’s in a group with Naruto and Hyuuga for their physics presentation, which is next period. He predicted Naruto was gonna bug him about all the big words that aren’t really big words in the script cards he gave him yesterday.”
Naruto started talking first, his golden brows slabs over his glaring blue eyes as he bitched at the bored looking teen, then pouted when his complaining earned him an unconcerned shrug.
Beside him, bitch-face tapped her fingers together just below her chin.
Her plump lips—definitely collagen enhanced!—pressed together like she was going to say something but was too nervous to.
“Here we go again,” Ino complained, rolling her eyes, “classic oh-my-gosh-I’m-so-shy-and-cute routine.”
“Yep,” Karui agreed, taking a sip of green tea.
“And there goes captain save a hoe falling for it, hook, line and sinker,” Ino announced shaking her head.
Naruto reached for one of her fidgeting hands, taking the pasty, probably sweaty, nasty appendage in his own big tanned paw, dipping to say something to the little manipulative actress before gazing down at that spineless cretin with an encouraging smile, his eyes-
“Fuck this,” Sakura growled as she shot up from her seat, snatched her nearly untouched lunch up and stormed from the cafeteria.
A deep sigh and a exasperated, “I’ll go,” followed her abrupt departure.
Sakura didn’t slow, didn’t acknowledge the presence of the blonde teen trailing after her, not until she was up on the roof where she could finally fuckin breathe.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this fucking pissed.
When she could feel the rage clawing beneath her skin, goading her to find a very unproductive way to expend it.
“Gimme a smoke, Ino,” Sakura demanded, tossing her lunch to the ground and gripping the railing surrounding the rooftop, “quick.”
“You know I don’t smoke any-”
“Cut the shit, Ino,” she glowered, skewing her friend with an irritated glare, “light me up, not in the mood for games.”
Rolling her eyes, Ino fished inside her cleavage for the cigarette she supposedly didn’t smoke anymore, grumbling as she held the tobacco laced stick out to the pinkette, “I’m not lying by the way, I really don’t smoke anymore, so don’t get the wrong idea. I only keep this one for…emergencies.”
“I’m pretty damn sure this qualifies as an emergency,” Sakura snapped, snagging the cigarette, “because if I don’t find a way to calm the fuck down right now, I’m gonna take a page outta Tayuya’s book, march back into that cafeteria and drag that bitch across it by the hair, right after I punch that idiot’s lights out!”
Chest heaving, Sakura stared back at her now silent friend, letting her see how fuckin serious she was.
“Alright,” Ino muttered, digging for the lighter also stashed in her bra, “guess you got a point. We’re gonna have to share this billboard brow, no way am I gonna be able to sit here and watch you smoke without takin’ a couple puffs.”
“Don’t give a shit, just hurry up before we get caught.”
Sakura leaned towards her bestie as she liberated the lighter, clamping the cigarette between her lips as Ino pressed her thumb on the guard twice, spinning the spark wheel until a small flame flickered to life.
It was just what she needed.
Nicotine hit her system like a potent shot of dopamine, her first full respire piercing the red haze clouding her mind, the second soothed her frayed nerves, bringing a measure of rationality to her instinctual proclivity to violence.
She indulged one more puff before holding it out towards Ino.
“Keep it,” her bestie insisted.
Reaching up, Ino pulled a bit on the thick black scrunchy gathering her long blonde hair at her crown, then slipped her fingers into the yellow strands closest to her hair band. A quick yank, and Ino dropped her arms, an identical cigarette lodged between her slender digits.
“But you don’t smoke anymore,” Sakura mocked, watching as the blonde lit up and inhaled.
“Oh shut up, it’s a backup emergency stash,” Ino defended, exhaling streams of smoke from her lips and nose, “for times likes these, be thankful I’m letting you have that one all to yourself.”
Sakura snorted, rolling her eyes skyward as she took another drag
“Stop letting him get to you, Sakura. Let him make an ass of himself by himself.”
“I am, it wasn’t even him that really pissed me off today, not completely anyway. Ran into Super Bitch Koko and her twin cunts.”
“Ugh, no wonder,” Ino sympathized, “I don’t get why that bitch can’t just move on. That shit with her boyfriend happened so long ago, its ancient history. Besides, he went back to her after he saw you weren’t giving him the time of day, spineless coward that he is. She wanted him back, she got him, so what’s her fucking problem?”
That he left in the first place, that Sakura rubbed it in her face, that was her fucking problem.
“Taz got on my nerves too, right before lunch,” Sakura grumbled not in the mood to rehash the Koko problem her fifteen-year-old self caused, “she thinks I’m delusional to think Naruto’s gonna come back on his own, that I should chase after him because he won’t come back if I don’t.”
“What?”
“Right?! The fuck am I gonna do that!” Sakura bitched, puffing harder on the stick, “you know I’d never stoop that low. Who the fuck does she think I am, my mother?”
Sakura wasn’t blind, she did a lot of the stupid shit with Naruto that her mom did with her dad.
Same patterns of makeup and breakup every other week, the constant arguing and petty grudges.
The last thing she ever wanted was to become her mother.
She shuddered at the very thought.
Ino winced, her voice soft as she murmured, “Sakura…you know your situation is completely different from hers, stop comparing yourself to her.”
Sakura turned away, not completely convinced the two weren’t mirror images of each other.
Ino was the only person she’d told about her parent’s breakup, the reason for it.
Ino turned as well, though she leaned her back against the railing as she took a drag of her own cigarette, exhaling a gray cloud that was quickly carried off by the wind, “look, I know you and that idiot have been together for a long time, but maybe-”
“Just stop, alright? If I gotta get lectured about ‘keeping a guy that don’t wanna be kept’ I’d rather have mom do it since she knows all about that,” the teen snapped, angry and embarrassed by the statement, the reality behind that childish remark.
‘Don’t let any man treat you like you’re expendable.’
Her mothers words reverberated in her head like a vicious virus, the one and only conversation they’d had about boys and relationships pushing to the forefront of her mind.
‘Never chase after a man. Let them go if they wanna go. Save yourself the heartache, Sakura.’
Sakura swore she could smell the bitter tang of fermented grapes that lingered on her mother’s breath as the memory attached to those words played across her mind’s eye like a bad movie.
She was twelve-years-old again, heartbroken and angry, storming into her parent’s room having seen her father loading suitcase in his car and driving off before she could make it down the long stretch of sidewalk from the bus stop, irate eyes latching onto her mother’s tear-streaked face and the stack of papers strewn across the floor, two damming articles of information threatening to unleash the fury bubbling under her skin.
Divorce…
Kizashi Haruno…
Jaw tightening, rage filled emerald eyes snapped to her parents open closet, noting her father’s side was completely empty. Her narrowed gaze moved around the room, lighting on the nightstand stand on his side of the bed missing his watch and night time medications, their dresser absent of his knick knacks and hair gel.
‘You can’t keep a man that don’t wanna be kept,’ her mother had whispered, fresh tears running down her cheeks, ‘a man that wants someone else. Never chase after a man. Let him go. Save yourself the heartache, Sakura.’
Glaring into the distance, Sakura took a deeper pull, drawing in smoke until her lungs burned, exhaling shortly, angrily a beat later.
She wasn’t like her mother, and this situation was nothing like her and dad.
Sakura wasn’t chasing a guy that ‘didn’t wanna be kept’ and she sure as shit wasn’t gonna end up heartbroken and pathetic at the end of this.
Naruto wanted her.
He always came back and there was no doubt in her mind he would this time too.
That balloon-tit weirdo was just a passing phase, a unimportant part of this stupid ass game he was starting to take way too fucking far!
-
She felt a lot less homicidal on the walk to fifth period physics, though she credited that with the temper suppressing burst of nicotine and the distracting, somewhat calming activity of reciting her part of the verbal presentation in her head as she headed to class.
Thankfully, Naruto and the freak were already seated in their respective corners, and Ayame hadn’t shown up yet.
She sat down and turned to Ino who’d been following her close behind.
“We got everything for the presentation?” she asked.
“Yeah, Karui’s having Choji bring it in,” Ino replied, before leaning close and whispering, “you good? You know they’re gonna present first.”
Sakura shrugged, “not like I can do anything about it if I wasn’t good.”
“True,” the blonde sighed before heading for her own seat as their teacher called for order, Karui arrived with their project and class began.
Sakura drummed her fingers on her desk as Sarutobi-sensei droned on about this, that and nothing, her senses on high alert for the upcoming bullshit, premature angry tension creeping into her limbs as the time for presentations drew closer.
“Group one,” their elderly teacher called out, “Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki and Hinata Hyuuga.”
She couldn’t help but scowl as the two people on her shit list even had their names called out together, as if the universe couldn’t help but keep throwing their fake-almost-relationship in her face.
This wasn’t as bad as lunch, she knew that considering Sarutobi-sensei wouldn’t allow PDA in his class.
It was the hushed whispers from the brick brained boys and a few of the girls that were really starting to prick her temper.
“Aahhhh, she so cute and small,” Shinji whispered from behind and to the left of her.
“Uzumaki-san’s so lucky, ne?” Ayame poked from the left of Shinji, her voice loud enough to ensure Sakura caught it.
Sakura rolled her eyes.
‘Try harder, brainless bitch.’
“So cute,” Kohaku hummed, resting his chin on his hand as the doll-like teen moved to the front of the class, “and her eyes are really startin’ to grow on me. Wasn’t looking forward to this project, but getting to look at Hyuuga’s pretty face makes it totally worth it.”
“You see her everyday though,” Riku, sitting in front of the pinkette, leaned back and to the left to where Kohaku sat, “you don’t need a group project to look at her.”
“Yeah, but I don’t really get to see her that long. She always runs away or hides in a dark corner or behind Uzumaki’s big bulk, and she sits way in the back of the classroom by the door, nobody can really see her over there except Shota, Bunta and Lee.”
This had to be what hell was like.
Forced to sit in a room full of boys who were usually salivating over her, Ino and Karui now cooing over bitch-face Hyuuga.
“Aw man, get outta the way Uzumaki,” Shinji complained more to himself than anything, “we can barely see her.”
They were just like Naruto.
Acting like the sun rose and set on Hyuuga’s lily white ass.
Gritting her teeth, Sakura tuned them all out.
Her classmates, Naruto’s sunny voice, Shikamaru’s low drone, the whirl of their orbiting orrery and anything else she wasn’t in the mood to deal with at the moment.
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Fifth and sixth period dragged to a close two hours later.
Sakura was sat in front of the last teacher for the day in homeroom.
Their homeroom sensei, Yamato Tenzō.
She didn’t pay much attention as he spoke, knowing Tenten would fill her in later, until Riku passed a sheet of paper back to her and she read over the words.
“Be sure to get your parents signature if you plan on attending the field trip,” Yamato-sensei was saying, “and please return them by Tuesday of next week.”
A field trip with bitch-face and her stupid not-really-ex-boyfrined.
Great.
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The first field trip is coming!! :O How will this work out, will Hinata attend? Will she have fun if she does? We’ll find out next time maybe :D
Now, I really do love having you guys involved in decision making in my fics, some of you that follow my tumblr (same username, by the way for those that don’t!) probably see my polls where I usually ask you guys to pick between a list of vague options with no added context and based on results, I go one way or another in a story. I recently did this for Prey XD ya’ll will see those results soon!
So, I wanna include you guys again and ask, where would you like their first field trip to be? Keep in mind, this won’t be their only trip, I’ve got others planned so if I don’t pick yours this time, there’s always a chance next time!
Now, for the parameters that must be followed for this first trip:
- Must be local, no out of town travel.
- It’s only one day (overnight trips aren’t gonna happen till later in the fic).
- An environment that’ll promote bonding between classmates & getting to know each other!
That’s it! Just make sure it falls with those rules and you’re good to! I do have my own ideas, and I may go with one of those, but, like I said, I like collab-ing with you guys!
Anyway, hope you all enjoyed.
Laters!
Sessakag~
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