You and Sasuke hated eachother, well, you’ve never spoken with one another — The Uchiha were a huge rival to your own clan, which obviously meant you’d been taught to hate each other. So boy, was the distaste apparent when n you’d been in most of the same classes, and desk’s signed next to each-other. No, you both hated it more than you hated anything. Despite being the same age, him being a month or so older than you, you’d been in the same elementary, middle, and now in Sophomore year, that’s when bad luck stroke.

Despite being popular from your clan, you were a huge teenage dirtbag, as they called it, skating with a small group of friends, and just disregarding anybody else — you were introverted around everyone you didn’t know, but mostly extroverted around those you trusted. Setting down your bag, you sighed, already catching a dirty look from the boy sitting by your side “Can’t believe i have to sit with you..” The distaste was clear in his tone, it’s not like you enjoyed the situation either, of course.