Author Note: April 23? Update? Can this be? I'm on time!

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JK it's May 16th. I'm late. Very late. Damn it.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything... well. The fact that I'm starting the sentence with that should kind of clue you in, huh?

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Sleeping with Boys

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Chapter 5: Team Sakura

Ino and I were walking along the courtyard's sidewalk. Partially because we did this every Saturday. But mostly because, after I'd yelled some very impolite words at Sasuke, I stormed out of our room and had no where else to go. I mean, once you storm out of a place, you really can't go back in for at least an hour. And, as I checked my watch, I realized it had only been fifteen minutes since.

Damn. Guess I couldn't get money to buy some snacks. To make matters even more depressing, my blonde companion wasn't thinking about snacks either. Instead, she was down talking the boys in 618, vehemently so. It was actually kind of scary watching the girl go off as she was, her blue eyes widening with hate and her hands clenching and un-clenching in tight fists. I made sure to sand a few feet away from her.

"I can't be-lieve those ass-clowns did that to you! They basically ruined any chance you could've had with Uchiha Itachi! In other words, they've deprived you of one of God's gifts to the female population! And no doubt he told all of his hot, older friends, which kind of means that you're off like ten different hot guys lists and considering the lack of attractive men at this school, subtracting ten is a huge deal!" I made a face at Ino because she was freaking screaming my ear off.

"Ino, seriously, chill out." Ino puckered her lips in that way she did whenever she disagreed with me.

"How can you not be mad, Sakura? They've basically ruined your chances of ever dating hot guys." Like pie in the face would really ruin that? I believed Uchiha Itachi was a little more mature than to write me off as un-date-able just because of a stupid prank. Not that I was all that into him in the first place, despite his being ridiculously attractive. But Ino was overreacting. I was pretty sure she was anyway...

"It's not that I'm not ticked off, Ino, I'm just... well, I'm concerned." Ino raised her eyebrows.

"Concerned? About what?"

"Well..." I had been doing incredibly rude pranks towards my roommates and they'd retaliated with just as much fire. If both parties continued on the prank war path, we could possibly ruin each others (social) lives. Not that I had much of social life to begin with. When I informed Ino of this, she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Please, Sakura, don't be dramatic. Prank wars don't ever escalate to that level. They usually end in some kind of treaty where one side vastly gains and the other greatly loses." Comforting.

"And if I'm on the losing side?" Ino shrugged again, as if moving her shoulders up and down was the sole solution to solve all of my problems. Except, you know, they weren't. "How long has it been anyway?"

"Since what, you've shaved your back?"

"Ino-Pig, we're in public."

"What? It's a logical question." One I opted to ignore. Instead, I continued on my original train of thought.

"I was wondering how long it'd been since I'd left my room. I kind of want to go back. You know, get in bed and chill for a little bit?" Ino gawked at me. "What? Do I still have pie in my hair?"

"No." Okay, so what was the blonde's deal, I wanted to know. "You can't just go on back there all la-dee-da as if those boys haven't done the unthinkable!" And Ino thought I was being dramatic. Instead of arguing, though, I humored her.

"What should I do instead, oh great swami Ino?" The blonde raised a perfectly arched eyebrow my way as though I'd asked a completely stupid question.

"Think of a new prank. Duh."

"I didn't even think of the last one. How am I supposed to think of one that topped theirs?" Ino paused, remaining silent as we passed the little outdoor coffee kiosk our boarding school had. While Ino was thinking, I watched the students who were buying coffee, surveying them. I wondered which one of the girls looked desperate enough to make Sasuke a Sakura-hitting-pie. Maybe the redhead with the glasses...

"Why don't you just call up Gaara again?" I looked to Ino.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well for starters, he's hot." Because a guy's hotness was yet another solution to all of my problems. Ino was on quite a roll that day. Seeing my un-amused expression, Ino quickly continued. "He helped the first time, right? Maybe he can help again! Be you're little hot helper boy. Maybe the two of yous can smooch every now and again." Didn't sound too bad. Not even the smooching. Because Gaara was pretty good looking. But-

"Ino, this is a bad idea."

"Please. I thought of it. It's a brilliant idea."

"Well, you thought of it. That's exactly why it's a bad idea." Ino rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Let them get away with ruining your chances with ten hot guys."

"Life isn't all about hot guys," I pointed out. To which Ino snickered and replied:

"Too bad high school is."

Short, sweet, update. Yes.