High School Couldn't Get Worse

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or anything related to Kishimoto's work.

Summary: Sakura officially hated this silver haired jerk that embarrassed her in front of Sasuke. So she felt pretty justified when she poured her drink on his head. Oh…he was her teacher?

Pairing: KakashiSakura

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Inner Sakura

Retrieving her ticket from the front gate, Sakura swiftly dodged the people pouring through the field entrance. Today was the class of 2011's graduation day and Sakura came to celebrate her big brothers graduation ceremony with him. She could see his class sitting opposite to the crowd, their white gowns a pristine beacon in the growing darkness.

The stadium lights shut on with a giant electrical whirr and Sakura watched as the light bounced off plastic signs and posters holding the names of graduating students and Mylar balloons with congratulations printed in bold colors across it.

She saw her brother, his orange hair easy to spot out, and waved at him excitedly. He smiled and gave a quick wave in response. Next to him she saw Kisame, his tall stature blocking the person behind him (despite sitting down), and waved to him too.

He gave her a toothy smirk in response. Looking for her brother's constant companion Konan, she spotted her sitting with the rest of 2011's graduating girls. She shot her a bright smile and was greeted with Konan's small but gentle smile.

The bleachers were filling up fast with excited families, their proud faces shining. Sakura scoured the crowd for any familiar faces and spotted Sasuke sitting stoically next to a cheerful Naruto in the very last and highest bench.

There was an empty seat next to him and Sakura smiled excitedly at the prospect of sitting next to her crush. Rushing up the bleachers, careful not to bump any bystanders, Sakura was just about to sit next to Sasuke when she was knocked over by someone passing her from behind.

She landed on her knee, her shin scraping against metal painfully.

"OWW!" She screeched loudly, to her mortification. She was sure everyone within a ten foot radius was staring at her. Hissing against the pain she looked up accusingly at the perpetrator.

It was a silver-haired man, his hair wild and defying gravity, his sole eye staring at her passively. His other eye was covered by an eye patch, a scar peeking out and the rest of his face was covered by a thick woolen scarf.

Which was retarded because it was a hundred degrees outside.

But what really caught her attention was not his weird appearance, or even weirder wardrobe, but where he was situated.

IN. HER. SEAT.

"I'm sorry," he said in a way that made Sakura think he wasn't very apologetic at all. She gawked at the audacity of this man and was about to voice what she thought of his apology but stopped when she saw Sasuke staring at her passively. Naruto, looked at her curiously if a bit worriedly and she bit her tongue to reign in her temper.

She thought back to the magazine she read recently, 'Guys like sweet and well mannered women.'

"It's okay…" she said through clenched teeth, a forced smile trying to make its way on her face. Her eyebrow twitched with the strain and the man gave her a weary look. Realizing there were no more free seats Sakura was dismayed to find the only available one was next to the strange man.

Holding back a groan, she took the empty seat and shot a saccharine sweet smile at her neighbor. He gave her a happy eye crease before speaking.

"Don't you think pink was a gaudy color choice?"

If Cosmopolitan was wrong, she was going to cancel her subscription immediately.

"It's my natural hair color." Sakura could feel her eye twitching and willed it to stop.

"Really," he looked surprised and looked closely at her roots, "genetics wasn't very kind to you, was it?"

Feeling her jaw drop Sakura could only stare at this guy as he verbally harassed her. What was his problem?

"Look mister, I don't know what your deal is –"

"Oh, I'm just making polite conversation."

Sakura seethed at his words.

"Polite? Well, seeing as we're making polite conversation, I just want to point out that you hair style and color are both weird and ridiculous for a man your age. Which is what? 50?" Sakura knew she was making a scene but this man was getting on her nerves and she'd be damned if she took his shit lying down. Sakura would claw his eyes out if she had to.

She was a fighter, dammit!

"I'm 24 actually," he said calmly scratching his cheek and looking quiescent by her insult. Sakura was about to retort but the man ignored her in favor of watching the ceremony. Clenching her fist, Sakura was about to strike the man but swerved at the last second. She hit Sasuke instead and he looked mildly surprised that she hit him.

"Give me your drink," she growled and he quickly complied, passing her his fruit punch. The stranger watched their interaction amusedly but she ignored him to enjoy her fruity delight. She chewed on the straw angrily and imagined she was beating this silver haired jerk up. A few minutes into her day dreaming and she paused realizing what she had just done.

'I hit Sasuke!' She thought with mortification. Peeking from the corner of her eye she could see him watching her like she was some crazed animal. She slouched in her seat, her spirits dying.

'He'll never be into me now…" She thought sadly, her glassy eyes staring at nothing. Trying to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she watched the rest of the ceremony with less joy than she had started with.

The only time she could even remotely smile was when her brother, Pain, was called up to receive his diploma. She felt a little guilty that she couldn't be unconditionally happy for her brother like she wanted to be. The most she could dredge up was some half-hearted cheering.

When the last name was called the principle, Sarutobi, went to the podium with a small speech before the class broke into their final song. She thought that the "Out of the Box" ending theme was a weird, albeit a cute song choice. She smiled at the off key singing.

It was only when the vice principal, Tsunade, released a cage full of brightly colored birds that Sakura felt a true smile making its way on her face. They flew in a beautiful pattern, arching and swerving in unison and Sakura watched them the whole time. They passed over the audiences heads and Sakura felt something soft land on her head but ignored it, thinking it was a leaf caught in the wind.

She felt someone's knee nudge her and she looked sharply at the man seated next to her, her smile falling right off her face.

"What?" She ground out, angry at him for interrupting her life.

He pointed to her head and she looked at him questioningly.

"You have shit on your head." He said loudly. Sasuke, Naruto, and a few of the other people sitting next to her glanced at her. Sakura lifted her arm mechanically to pat her head. Her hand came back covered in a goopy, warm, white substance. Sasuke was staring at her hand disgustedly and she could feel her face burn, embarrassed.

Fireworks blazed through the air when Sakura, in a fit of rage, poured her drink on the silver haired jerk's head. She watched in satisfaction, as he leapt up in shock, the cold drink tingeing his hair pink and weighing it down to hang sloppily over his one eye. She let the cup go and watched as it bounced off his head. A firework exploded in a brilliant display of bright purple behind her as she spoke to him.

"Pink looks good on you," she smiled snarkily before stomping down the bleachers the strangers uncovered eye watching her the whole time.

Two months later

"What class do you have next Ino?" Sakura asked her friend Ino. It was their first day of being a senior and Sakura loved it. So far all her teachers were really cool and interesting people. She'd have seven classes all together but only four periods a day as school ends around 1:30.

Her first class that morning was physics with Genma Shiranui, a laid back guy who joked around more than he taught. Which was fine with her as she preferred to relax in the morning.

Her second class had been US history with a man named Asuma Sarutobi. She recognized him as the principle's son and could see the resemblance through their similar actions. He chewed on an unlit cigarette the whole time during class and taught with his feet elevated on his desk.

Her third class was drama and theater with a man named Maito Gai. He was a…interesting character to say the least. She was a little hesitant about being taught by a guy who spewed on about the power of youth but TenTen seemed to genuinely like him and she trusted her judgment. If anything she could just drop the class as it was only an elective.

Checking her schedule again she saw that she had English next with someone named Kakashi Hatake. She was pretty excited about this class as English was her favorite class and she was eager to meet this Kakashi person as they would also be her AP creative writing teacher. She smiled eagerly at the thought of writing.

"I have history with Asuma Sarutobi," Ino read off her schedule.

"Oh, I had him already. He's really cool; very laid back."

"What do you have next?"

"English with Kakashi Hatake," she grinned. Ino whispered covertly to her.

"I heard he's really cute," she said with a wink.

Sakura fake gagged.

"Oh, grody Ino. The guy's probably 50." Ino laughed at her response and bid her good bye once they parted ways. Sakura walked down the hallway, reading the numbers on the door carefully. Spotting J103, she pulled the door open and was greeted with the grinning face of Naruto. He was chatting animatedly with Hinata who looked like she was about to faint.

She saw Sasuke in a corner seat and looked at him hesitantly. She hadn't spoken to him since the night of the graduation. She was too embarrassed to show her face to him so she chose a seat in the very front.

Sitting down she set her back pack to the side, pulling out a notebook for the class. She folded her arms and rested her head in the crook of her elbow. Hopefully, her teacher would get here soon so the class would go by sooner.

30 minutes later

Where the HELL is our teacher? Inner Sakura, an alter ego she made up in her younger years, shouted irately in her mind.

She sighed outwardly and rubbed her temples, feeling a migraine coming on. The rest of the class had gone off to do their own thing leaving only a handful of them still present. If the teacher didn't show up soon she was going to leave as well.

Just as she thought that the door swung open revealing a familiar mop of silver hair. Sakura could feel her eyes widen and her jaw drop as the stranger's sole eye landed on her form.

"Good afternoon," he said calmly, "My name is Kakashi Hatake and I'll be your English teacher this year."

"YOU!" She screeched, pointing an accusing finger at the man that walked through.

Kakashi Hatake, her teacher for a whole year, was the silver haired man that embarrassed her.

The one she poured her drink all over.

He gave her a predatoty smirk and she shrunk into her seat.

High school couldn't get any worse than this….right?

This idea has been bothering me lately and I just couldn't get it out of my head. I think I might just keep it as a one-shot. Tell me what you think.

FML-Complete

March 6, 2012

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