Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Life in the Labels ❯ A Plus In Lunch Class ( Chapter 2 )

Life in the Labels

 

Oh dear… I think I blacked out for about two minutes… I've only had this story up since the day before yesterday and already…reviews! WOOHOO! Oh and the thank you's to those wonderful, beloved reviewers shall be at the bottom of this chapter.

 

One more thing. Suki, you requested more Naruto and his hotness so I'm giving you more. Yay! POV's won't be in order like last time, though I loved it, and there may be a few new faces appearing. Oh and by the way, the following people may be a bit OOC: Neji, Shikamaru (I don't really know why…just read.) and Sakura.

 

Chapter Two: A Plus In Lunch Class

(P.S. I would have put the sign for plus, but it won't work.)

 

Naruto's POV

 

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I winced as the Biology teacher nearly coughed on the class again. I swear, the chemicals in the room must have gotten into his system, because he looked really ill. He coughed a lot, he had bags under his eyes, and he was really pale. Oh, and did I mention he coughed a lot?

 

Well anyway, the good thing was there was no homework tonight except to go outside and look real intently at a frog. Or at least that's what my brain processed from his words. Was that even homework? I bet no one would actually do it. I probably would though. But I know Sasuke wouldn't. I glanced over my shoulder at him, sitting near the middle of the class. He was staring at a piece of paper he held, with a look on his face like “What the hell?” I almost laughed.

 

Then I remembered. Sasuke's one of the most popular kids in the school, minus the black bracelets and rock music, but I hate labels so screw that. I greatly envied him for the attention, and the fact that he had literally all the girls at his feet. Well, all the straight ones, that is.

 

Sometimes I wonder if he gets sick of it. I mean, his fan girls could jump him after school. Not a pleasant thought. Especially if they had a sudden urge to feel you up.

 

I grinned to myself stupidly. Oh what I wouldn't give to have an advantage over the girl population like that. Well actually there were quite a few things I wouldn't give, like— Okay, my thoughts are wandering again. Focus, Naruto, focus! No matter how much your brain hurts! Oh, look at all those words. Ow, my head feels heavy all of the sudden. There's no way I could pack all this information into my skull! It would probably just burst into millions of tiny little pieces!

 

Well, I could scan the class and look at everyone's expression. I did this for about five seconds. It got boring, fast. Everyone wore the same face, the “Am I really supposed to get this?” kinda thing. Heh. I'm not alone after all!

 

Instead I decided on doodling funny little pictures into my notebook Iruka had gotten me. I drew a little fox, and it was tearing the throat of this badger-looking animal open. I scribbled the blood darkly all over the two animals. Then I added fangs and wide, evil eyes. It was fun while it lasted.

 

Mr. Gekkou took the notebook away, saying sorry. I frowned. Grrr…fine. Go ahead and destroy my fun! Your class sucks anyway!

 

Okay, that's a lie. His class was much better then my last two. All we did in English was read sappy poetry, and in math got verbally tortured. I like this class. Well, besides the little worksheets he passed out. Anyway, only five more minutes till the bell starts ringin'. Hehe, then to lunch I go. Yum. Food.

 

In my head I thought about the other classes I would have to endure. Hmm… Fourth hour, I had Gym. Nothing bad there. Gym was fun. Uh oh, fifth hour I have that Ancient something rather. What was it called? Whatever, the fact was that it sounded hard. Something that involved thinking a lot. Something I was bad at.

 

And sixth hour I had Vocal, so that was another up. I liked screaming my lungs out. Okay, well Vocal's mostly about singing good notes and having good sound, but screaming your lungs out is much, much more entertaining. Especially when people comment on how they think you had a strong voice. Don't ask why I have Vocal. Please. That's just another path down “Weird Road.” I don't wanna explain…

 

So I sit here, just waiting impatiently for the class to end. Finally, instead of the almost musical chiming of the bell, the…fire alarm goes off. Sasuke, who was so transfixed and concentrated on his paper, practically jumped into Mr. Gekkou's arms. The reason the teacher was standing there, well, because Sasuke sucks at Biology, in my opinion, and needed help.

 

This time, I do laugh, causing Sasuke to give me a really weird look. I just laugh my way out of the classroom and down the stairs, heading out to the field. The people who were currently trapped with Mr. Morino and had math file out next to us. I see the only other kid who is kind of stuck in my position, but his case is probably a bit more serious. Even I'm afraid of him and his murderous eyes, and I probably can relate to him better then most people.

 

Well, right now I'm trying to figure out why we are having a fire drill on the first day back to school, so I'm not really comparing myself with Gaara.

 

TenTen's POV

 

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Curses. I was almost done with that retched quiz when the alarm had to go off. I bet it's just a drill, or some kid set if off on purpose. I can't wait till fifth hour… I get to do what I love best. And, since I have a bit of experience from acting classes in my pocket, it should be a breeze. All I have to do now is get through Gym and I'll be on my way. I wonder who the teacher is at this school…

 

But enough thinking about acting, I do that too much. I need to just make sure I don't ram into anyone in this crowd— Too late. Wow, just look at that girl's mad face. Wait, is that a guy? Should I ask? Yeah, I think I will.

 

“Oh I'm sorry little girl.” Man can his/her face get red.

 

“G-girl?” Okay, so it was a guy. Well, my mistake. He had long hair and slightly baggy clothes, what am I supposed to do? “I'm not a girl! And, might I ask, who's the little one?” The dude looked down at me, making the few inch difference seem like a foot.

 

Oh, he's asking for it. “Well I'm sorry, but you do make quite a pretty woman.” I smiled slyly and watched as the guy's face got angrier and angrier.

 

“Yeah? Well—”

 

“Move it you two!” A random teacher shouted. I then noticed we had been standing here arguing for longer then needed. So I grinned one more time at him and went hurrying to find my class.

 

Gaara's POV

 

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Life is never fun. Then why was I expecting today to be an exception? Yeah it's the first day of eighth grade, but you can't have fun when everyone's running away from you. Even the other semi-Goth's are sprinting away. Am I that scary?

 

I don't want to be scary. I don't want to be Goth. But again, I can't help it. Labels ruin everything. They pound people into the ground head first, leaving them dazed and confused and silently suffocating to death. And labels definitely destroyed my life. They definitely suffocated me to death, and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't dig my way out of the ground, I couldn't scream for help. I was alone.

 

The fire alarm went off near the end of third hour. I knew it wasn't a real fire. If it was, I would have started it.

 

Well, maybe if I try and sneak away from the class I can find a solitaire place to sit through lunch before facing the rest of the day. The plan backfires in my face, and I find myself being pulled out into the field by the ear. Thankfully it wasn't the ear I had pierced by myself with a small, silver earring I found in my sister's room. What was up with this teacher anyway? You'd think he was some retired soldier or something. Especially the way he greeted the class earlier, screaming about all of us being “Stupid little dimwits with no life and no brains.” Yeah. Great teacher. I love him already. He didn't have to point out the obvious…

 

Well, I have no life I'll admit, but I have brains. Actually, I purposely hold back in math. I don't want to be singled out and given attention by the teachers or be rushed to some math competition. Really, what would you do if you were a nerd and you saw a kid dressed in all black and wore black make up to hide the fact that his father beat him daily? So when I finish something like a quiz or homework I go back, erase a few problems and write down a random answer, knowing it's not right.

 

A teacher caught me once. I actually kind of liked that teacher, if you count out the fact she vaguely had an idea of what happened to me at home. Back in sixth grade, I didn't cover it up as seriously. But I can tell you when the beatings started. I'd say around fourth grade, when my brain was beginning to understand life and things like killing yourself and abusing your kid. Both mentally and physically. Yeah, my dad was sane enough to know it hurt when he shouted things at me. He knows it gets under my skin.

 

Actually, the verbal abuse he likes to do more often. That way, he can decline and say I'm lying when I have no physical proof. Except maybe my blood shot eyes and tear streaked face.

 

Oh, and when he actually did hurt me on the outside in fourth grade, he'd make sure to be able to hide it under a shirt or pants. No eyeliner needed back then. But now, he feels I can handle more pain.

 

And just why does my dad do this? Well, as I mentioned before, I look like a much younger male version of mom. He hates mom's guts. I really have to wonder why. I mean, it's his fault she's dead, not hers. It's his fault she shot herself.

 

I don't want to think about that right now… Better think of someway to get my ear away from this guy before he rips it off. “Let go of my freaking ear.” Oh yeah, he'll love me too.

 

The guy glares daggers at me, and I swear I feel them digging into my skin. “Shut your mouth brat. Detention.”

 

Oh joy. Wow, I seem to be using a lot of sarcasm lately, and it's beginning to scare me. Instead of telling Mr. Morino how much my bruises are going to hurt later, I give him a cold glare as he continues to hold my ear. After a few more moments of the chatting of the crowd around us, I hear Mr. Morino begin to…talk to himself… It's very odd. Did he forget that I was standing right next to him?

 

“Wow. Two detentions from two snotty-nosed-black-dressing brats today. It's a new record! I'll tell mother when I get home. She'll be so happy! Maybe she'll bake that cherry pie I…love…” Our eyes meet. He let's go of my reddening ear. I smirk an evil smirk and disappear into the crowd. The guy lives with his mom still and likes cherry pie… Oh yeah. Blackmail.

 

Sakura's POV

 

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I feel the sun burning uncomfortably onto my back. I think I'm starting to get sunburn… Wow, imagine how hot it would be if I was wearing baggy dark clothes. I'd probably have passed out by now. To top it all off there's someone next to me practically dripping drool on my shoulder.

 

“Um, excuse me, but could you please get away from me?” He keeps standing there; his eyes have a far away look, like he's off dreaming and not on planet Earth right now.

 

Politeness isn't going to work, it seems. “GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK!” Sorry, desperate times call for desperate measures.

 

He snaps back from his fluffy white-clouded wonderland, blushes very darkly, and runs away like I'm biting at his ankles. Then I hear a voice in my head yelling at me for being so mean. Another one argues, saying it was needed.

 

Voices in my head…is that a good thing?

 

No. Maybe I need to take my sister's suggestion up for therapy. Things are speaking to me.

 

So far English is an okay class. I don't know much of the people in that class, but the teacher seems nice. We read the most beautiful poetry. I wanted to cry. And that's not sarcasm, folks.

 

Well, it seems we are being called back to class. Actually, lunch, to be more specific. I have a five-dollar bill, so I don't have to go back to class and get a lunch bag.

 

The lunchroom is as I remember it from the last two years. Small, stuffy, and full of bright colors. I collapse onto a bench-type-seat next to Ino, and notice there is a new girl sitting with the…“group.”

 

She has dark brown hair, and matching eyes. Her hair is pulled into two tight buns, and she's grinning a lot. I ask her name, she says “TenTen.” Well that's interesting. We start a conversation. She tells me that she loves to act, and is a very outgoing person. TenTen also tells me she told off this guy during the fire drill that looked like a girl. I laugh at this, figuring it was a random kid who would forget about it by now.

 

Well, I was wrong it seems, because Neji walks on over and begins a yelling-talking argument with TenTen. Something about “I'm not a girl! I've checked!” Neji smirks triumphantly at the look of complete shock on TenTen's face and her gaping mouth. I practically fall out of my seat laughing. I know Neji did that on purpose…

 

After several seconds of silence, TenTen gives a nervous laugh and turns back to her food. Neji raises an eyebrow. “What, lost your nerve?” She twitches, but says nothing. Neji then begins taunting her about…something or the other… I wasn't really paying attention because the black-haired black-eyed angel had just entered the lunchroom.

 

He had his backpack casually slung over his shoulder, though I could tell it was really heavy from all the textbooks, but he pretended it was nothing. Sasuke ignored the squeals of most of the people as he made his way across the lunchroom. I tore my eyes away, not wanting to be of a bother, knowing he wouldn't accept a date no matter how hard anyone tried. All because of one damn girl in sixth grade. Shattered his fragile heart. One of his fans, he didn't know how to handle them back then. It was all new, the hormone thing. Well, new to him that girls were such perverts when it came to hot guys.

 

Most of them, that is. Hinata definitely was not the type to gawk at an attractive site like Sasuke. Ino and I might, though.

 

He made his way over to Shikamaru as the seas of girls parted. Shikamaru is a friend of his. Along with Kiba and that strange barking backpack that none of the teachers seemed to notice.

 

I begin another conversation with TenTen, and I think she's pretty cool, though I'm only half listening. My other half is watching Sasuke's every movement. He's so…perfect. Does he ever fall down to life's hard ways?

 

Sasuke's POV

 

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The one class I really despise is lunch. It's not really a class, but to me it's like I have to try and pass it. I can't fail lunch, can I Mr. Food? Yeah, and all those wide-eyed people are not helping my concentration. The food goes down my throat with no taste at all. Besides, my food doesn't even have the wonderful love and caring taste to it that mother's unknowingly put into their child's food when they make it for them. I make my own lunch, so it's always really crappy. Like a half-smashed peanut butter sandwich with stale bread or a soda I fished from the refrigerator.

 

I'm almost tempted to chuck it into the trash and leave to go be outside or in some abandoned hallway to just talk with Kiba and Shikamaru. At least they didn't hang out with me just because I was popular. They didn't label me or put me under some title. And that's more then I can say for Naruto…

 

The kid who's always ignored, but has one of the stubbornness attitudes in the world. It's like insulting a brick wall. Well, a brick wall that can insult back. Except no one does ever insult it. Did that make any sense?

 

Kiba and Shikamaru are giving me the same looks of “let's get the hell out of here,” so I gladly get up to leave, only to find that someone has hooked their arms around my waist. I know that squeal… “Ino. Let go.” I say sternly to the blonde.

 

She grins at me; her white teeth nearly blind me. Out of the corner of my eye I begin to see Shikamaru start absently looking in a different direction, and it seems he's trying to avoid Ino's eyes. Suddenly, I'm struck with an idea. “Kiba,” I say, “I need to talk to you. If Ino and Shikamaru would wait here, I'll be right back.”

 

Ino makes a disappointed frown, and I drag Kiba's ass out of there, leaving the two teens oblivious to my plan. I feel like laughing evilly right now. Like a villain from a story who's about to set his horrible plan into action, though everyone has no idea what that plan is except for his right-hand man. (A/N: -coughs- Orochimaru. -coughs- Okay move on…)

 

Outside the sun's shining as bright as ever, and I feel Kiba's confused stare on me. So I simply say, “Why not kill two birds with one stone?” Oh great, I think I'm messing the poor guys head up even more. “Um…Shikamaru likes Ino, so I just…yeah… You get the point.” It took him two whole minutes to go “OH YEAH!” I sighed.

 

“Come on, let's get an early start to class. I have Advanced Strings, what do you have?”

 

“I dunno.” I laugh a little.

 

“Whatever. Look, let's go.” We head down the hallway. Wait, what if I read the signs wrong? Shikamaru does like Ino, right? Right?

 

End of Chapter Two

 

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