-Chapter One-

-Just One Drink-

"I hate my life!" I say despondently, examining my orange and black nails.

"I know you dress like one, but don't go all emo on me now." An upside down wall of dark blue hair ending with green says.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Sas." I reply sarcastically. The hair flies as the owner sits up on the top bunk of our bed sharply.

"Never call me Sas!" My best friend, Saskia Martin cries in horror. "I sound like one of those preps like Sakura, Ino and Temari!"

"Remind me again why we have to share a room with them?" I query.

"I think the Head said something about 'building friendships', I dunno; my brain automatically switches off when she starts talking." Kia replies.

"At least you don't have to work with the number one cheerleader and that bastard Uchiha." I slam my fist into my palm just thinking of that annoyingly gorgeous supposed football star of the future. Kia snickers.

"It's so obvious you like him!" I groan, letting a hand cover my black lined blue eyes.

"Not that again! I. Do. Not. Like. Uchiha!"

"Who likes Sasuke? Oh, silly me, I should be asking who doesn't like Sasuke!" Sakura and Ino, her best friend, collapse in a fit of giggles. Me and Kia look at each other before simultaneously swinging ourselves out of our respected seats, mine being the window ledge and Kia's the bed, and making a beeline for the door.

"Sas?" Where are you going?" Sakura asked. "You're more than welcome to stay, Temari's coming and we're painting our nails!" For some unknown reason, Sakura, Ino and Temari (aka the three Barbies) accept Kia to the lengths of inviting her to their sleepovers and parties. It must be something to do with her hair; it seems a rule that to be one of the Barbies, you must have died hair. Sakura's is bubblegum pink, Ino's bleached blonde and Temari a dark gold.

"No thanks." Kia says, not even sparing them a glance.

"What else to you have to do?" Ino asked, her turquoise eyes glittering.

"Actually, Naruta and I were going out." Sakura looked up, flicking strands of pink hair out of her light green eyes.

"Going where? You can't go off the school grounds after eight without permission." I shrug.

"When has that ever stopped us before?" The two girls stare at me like I'm a stain on one of their designer tops.

"Oh, well, have a nice time, Sas." I pick up my black trench coat, Kia her leather jacket and we move towards the door hastily.

"I told you Sas was preppy!" She laughs.

"Should we get some of the guys?" I refer to our male best friends who tend to accept me more than the female population of our school.

"Chouji hates clubs, Kiba will come, Shika won't be bother-"

"You can make him come." Kia has Shikamaru wrapped around her little finger, though he'll never admit to it.

"Hm, true, Gaara will come if you ask him and Kankuro loves anywhere with girls. Should we ask Hinata or Tenten?" The blue-haired girl asks.

"I don't talk to them and I'm pretty sure they're scared of me."

"Everybody who doesn't know you if petrified of you, I think it's the hair." She comments, reaching out to ruffle my short, uncombed blonde locks. I glare at Kia, swatting her hand away. "Aw, I'm sorry, Nar, I'll buy an extra large to make up for it!" My frown instantly turns into a grin; I have a thing about alcohol, it's addictive but it takes a lot to get me drunk.

"Yay!" I squeal, jumping up and down, clapping my hands.

"Pinch me, the emo's happy." The death rays are back.

"Actually, emo stands for emotionally unstable so I could be excessively happy and still be emo." I say to the aforementioned 'Uchiha bastard'.

"Whatever." He dismisses. "You going out?" Sasuke asks, his eyes roaming up and down my figure clad in black combats tucked into army boots and trench coat.

"To the local club with some mates."

"You have mates, Uzumaki?" I hear a low growl rumbling at the back of my throat.

"Yes, just like you do, Uchiha, although mine actually like me for more than my social standing." I spin round and march up the corridor, glancing over my shoulder to see Kia flipping him the finger before following me.

"I'll get Shika, Hinata and Tenten. Gaara, Kankuro and Kiba like you better."

Half an hour later, we arrive at the town's only decent club. It lets us in, despite the fact we are obviously under age. I love this place; Kia and I are regulars. I peel off my coat, my body already twitching to the beat and yearning to be out there, dancing my feet away and clutching a bottle of vodka; it's my favourite.

"Woah, Uzumaki, how come you've never worn that top before? I never knew you had curves!" Kankuro says, his perverted eyes taking in my red and black corset-style strappy top.

"You can look, but you can't touch, Kuro!" I tease. "How about that drink then, Kia?" I ask.

"You got it!" She replies, taking my hand and leading me to the bar. Ah, bliss. "It's your favourite song, Nar, get out there!"

"But I've only had one!" I complain to which she quickly orders me a shot which I down in one go. Time to party! I insert myself into the middle of the crowd and let myself go completely. Just as I'm getting into it; hips moving, arms waving, I see Sasuke out of the corner of my eye, watching. For some reason, this makes me more invigorated and my dancing faster.