A/N: Meh, not the most original title I suppose but at least I wrote something.

I do not own Naruto/Naruto Shippuden or Gatorade or VitaminWater.

The G-Series

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"And the Leaf High Blossoms have won for the fourth time this season!"

"Nice game, team!" Guy cheered, excitedly high-fiving his players.

Sakura cheered along with her teammates excitedly. Their team had beaten their rival team (ironically from the same school) the Leaf High Grass. The school was divided into four groups as the building and student population were both grand. The groups were the Blossoms, Flowerets, Leaves, and the Grass. The Leaf and Grass usually associated with each other while the Blossoms and Flowerets were with each other so today's game was a rarity.

Sakura huffed in exhaustion, a huge grin across her face as she tiredly jogged over to where the beverages were being handed out.

Sakura Haruno, top runner of her track team as well as honor student of her high school at only age fourteen. Everything about her was unique from her mint green eyes and pastel pink hair to her quirky and contradictory personality. She was often nicknamed "Ball of Sunshine" because of her bright attitude towards everyday life. The only thing brighter than her smile, someone once told her, was her future.

"One water please!"

"Water."

"Can I get a water?"

Sakura bypassed the ever-popular H2O section to her own personal haven no one else seemed to be interested in.

"One o—"

"Orange Gatorade."

The female holding the tray of drinks batted her mascara'd lashes at him before handing him the only orange Gatorade she had.

Sakura blinked in shock before turning around to face her new enemy.

"Um, I think I asked for that Gatorade first," She complained, hand on hip.

The dark haired teen looked up from his just opened Gatorage with a stoic expression. She would have melted into a pile of "gawd-he's-hawt" goo if it weren't for the fact her Gatorade was in his dirty, evil, sexy, I-want-those-on-many-places hands.

"Hn."

Sakura gaped in surprise at being dismissed while he lifted the refreshing sports drink to his mouth. Sakura snapped and did the only thing she could do—she jumped him.

"Asshole, give me my Gatorade!"

Sasuke grunted from the impact of being pushed to the ground by a hundred pounds of fury while Sakura took the moment of shock to reach for his bottle that has spilt half of its precious content from the abrupt fall.

"No," he grunted, "get off of me." He threatened dangerously low.

Sakura ignored the warning and continued to wrestle for the drink.

"Hey, hey, now fighting!" Guy yelled, running over.

He quickly heaved the kicking and screaming teen from her victim and another coach helped said teen-victim to his feet.

Sakura glared at her new-found-rival who just gave her a black stare, his usually messy-in-a-neat-way hair completely tousled and god he'd be so freakin' sexy right now if he wasn't a complete jackass…

Sakura wiped the drool from her thoughts inwardly while outwardly huffing and snatching herself from Guy's grip. She spared him (meaning the sexy beast whom she did not know the name of) a prompt "fuck you" before walking off, unconsciously swaying her hips in anger.

Her fellow teammate Lee took the gesture the wrong way and wolf whistled to her across the field.

"SHUT UP, LEE!"

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"Was he shirtless?"

Sakura sighed. This would be her best friend's first response to the (tragic) story of yesterday's events. Ino was always like that, she was the number one fangirl for any cute guy, which happened to be quite a few in Ino's opinion. The latest, Sakura thought, was… Kiba was it?

"No, Ino," Sakura scolded as if she were talking to a child, "he was not shirtless. He was in the Grass track uniform."

Ino visibly deflated and took a long sip of her XXX VitaminWater. Ino practically lived off the stuff, she said it adds a "little fun to your water". Sakura personally thought it tasted like watered down pomegranate juice and sugar. Then again, Ino said her precious Gatorades tasted like "diabetes sugar syrup in a bottle". Touché, Sakura thought, touché.

"Gatorade is nasty anyway, if anything, he was saving you from lifelong fate of daily insulin shots."

Sakura shivered at the word "shots" but still manage to shoot Ino a glare. Gatorade was not a diabetes-inducing killer. If anything, it was healthier and tastier than Ino's disgusting sour water.

Sakura smirked when a sudden comeback popped into her mind.

"I guess you're right," Sakura replied coolly, "such a high sugar intake wouldn't be too good for non-athletes."

Ino gaped at Sakura in a "I-can't-believe-you-just-said-that-you-bitch" way before turning literally red.

"Cheerleading is a sport, jackass!" Ino retorted, huffing to blow the loose blonde locks that had escaped her ponytail away from her face so she could effectively glare the pinkette down.

Anyone who knew Ino, like really knew her, knew that "real sports" was a touchy subject with her. Cheerleading had always been her passion since she was just starting to walk and she strived to be the best at it. One year in junior high after she made the cheerleading team she'd overheard her mother and real father (her parents had a divorce when she was eight) talking about her. Her father had yelled out that "cheerleading isn't even a sport" and that "half of the child support I pay goes to useless things like this, doesn't it" along with a few inappropriate names at her mother. Since then she'd get extremely hotheaded anytime anyone even mentioned the words sport, cheerleading, and isn't in the same conversation.

It was a low blow, Sakura admitted inwardly, but Gatorade was her passion as well.

The two were interrupted by a loud crashing noise to their right (well, Ino's right and Sakura's left) where the cafeteria entrance was.

A good ten yards away was the remains of a spaghetti lunch dumped on the floor beside a gushing milk and a plastic tray. The cause of the huge mess seemed to be the two students who were now arguing rather loudly, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the world.

"Thanks a lot, bastard!" The blonde one shouted.

"You should watch where you're going then, dumbass." The other one replied calmly with dark brown.

The blonde childishly stomped his foot in aggravation.

"You owe me a new lunch!"

"No, if anything, you owe me a new shirt," the brunette motioned to the red spaghetti sauce stain on the bottom of his shirt with a pointed look.

"It was your fault!"

"Naruto," a new voice entered the argument along with a new teen with raven hair and matching ey—

Its that Gatorade-stealing bastard!

"Just leave Hyuuga alone."

Sakura silently fumed in her seat while Ino squealed in excitement.

A perfectly polished pink index finger pointed to the newcomer in front of Sakura, catching her attention.

"That guy is sooo hot, right? His name is Sasuke Uchiha, he's in soccer and track like you but for Grass. He has the biggest fanclub of the school," Ino explained to her friend.

The pinkette scoffed and leaned back in her seat, arms crossed.

"That's the butt-wipe who stole my Gatorade."

Ino's eyes widened and she dramatically gasped.

"You straddled Sasuke Uchiha!"

A few head turned, mostly girls, and Sakura made desperate quieting motions with her hands.

"One, I tackled Sasuke Uchiha, two, not so loud!"

The blonde made a flapping motion with her hand, dismissing the "minor" differences of two words. She took a swig of her VitaminWater and picked up a shred of cheddar cheese from her salad. She nibbled it thoughtfully, thinking she should really increase her dairy intake for stronger bones and muscles. Cheerleaders can't be brittle-boned!

Sakura, unlike her health-conscience best friend picked up a French fry with as much melted cheese and bacon she could find in her large plate of nachos. She lightly hummed in approval at the crispy bacon and sharp cheddar. To the side of her nachos was a small plate with a large slice of strawberry shortcake, her favorite. The meal would have been absolutely perfect if it weren't for one thing—the school had discontinued selling Gatorade since its unpopularity months ago and Sakura had finished her bottles from home hours ago.

"Hey," Ino suddenly started, "have you seen that new Katy Pe—…"

Sakura tilted her head to the side curiously at her friend's abrupt stop and long pause. Ino was gaping like Jesus had just fallen down from the third floor onto their cafeteria tiles right before her. Sakura connected her gaze to Ino's and followed their direction—behind her.

Sakura wished she could disappear when she did turn around.

Half the cafeteria was staring, the girls were gawking, and Sakura was dreading as they all watched Sasuke Uchiha walking towards her table.

-Followed by Naruto Uzumaki but no one seemed to have cared.

Sasuke turned right before he reached her table and Sakura sighed out of relief.

Once Sasuke passed her he suddenly, without even glancing at her, tossed something bright orange at her. Sakura caught it with ease having been on the basketball team during middle school and looked at him curiously before glancing down at the cold object in her hands.

Sakura gasped and just stared at the large container for a few minutes, reading the label over and over again in disbelief.

After a while she smiled and unscrewed the large cap.

Orange Gatorade