Roommates

Chapter 3: Classes, part 1

I stared at the mirror in-front of me. They couldn't actually expect me to wear this. I grimaced as I desperately tried to pull down the skirt a little, but it was no use.

I had just finished putting on my school-uniform. It consisted of a white collar-shirt, a dark-green vest with three buttons, a skirt of the same color and a light- and dark-green striped tie. The shoes were original brown shoes with white socks.

Now, you may ask what is wrong with this.

Well, nothing, if it wouldn't be for the damn skirt! It. Is. So. SHORT, DAMMIT! And the socks weren't any knee-socks, no, they reached my freaking mid-thighs! And in-between the skirt and the socks were at least too many inches bare skin. And the collar shirt certainly didn't have too many buttons, and it certainly wasn't too loose!

I fumed a moment before I heard a knock on the door.

"Aren't you ready yet? We won't wait forever, you know." It was Neji. I glared at the door, stomped over to it and slammed it open, almost hitting Neji.

"Yes, I am ready, dammit!" I yelled in his face, stormed over to my backpack, grabbed it and my key that lay on the bedside table and stomped out the door.

"Are you coming?!" I yelled at them, turning around. "And what the fuck are you staring at?!" I snapped at a few of the passing students that were watching me, terrified. Sasuke and Neji exited the room, watching me with wary expressions. I death-glared them.

Sasuke locked the door, and soon we were all walking over to the elevator in the next corridor. I pressed the button with much more force than necessary and angrily leaned on the wall, waiting for the damn thing to come. I crossed my arms and glared at everything.

"May I ask?" My scary gaze turned to Sasuke, who was watching me with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" I snapped.

"Why are you in such a...eh... bad mood?" he asked. My glare intensified.

"Who's in a bad mood?!" I asked angrily. "Not me! I am not in a bad mood!"

"Okay then..." Sasuke said, glancing at Neji, who had raised eyebrows and was watching me with something that was a mixture of curiosity, surprise, wariness and, oddly, fascination.

"No, why would I be in a bad mood just because I'm forced to look like some slutty slut with no morals, and that I have to wake up at freaking six forty-five in the freaking morning after the same freaking fucking day that I had to travel around half Japan just to get to some fucking school where I'm supposed to look like some slutty slut without any morals and where I have to wake up at freaking six forty-five in the morning after the same freaking fucking day that I had to travel-!" I was forced to stop my ranting when a hand slapped over my mouth.

"Tenten", Neji said.

I managed a muffled: "Yeah?"

"Shut up." He took his hand off my mouth and put his hands in his pockets casually, with a bored expression on his handsome face.

I glared at him, and then looked at his uniform in envy. I'd so much rather would use a boy's uniform than a girl's. When the girl's uniform made you look like a stripper, the boy's almost just made the person who wore it more handsome. It consisted of brown pants, a white collar-shirt, a green jacket and the same tie as the girls'. The shoes were plain brown loafers.

I sighed and leaned on the wall again, crossing my arms. I tapped the fingers of my left hand against my right arm, impatiently waiting for the elevator. I clicked my tongue and started tapping my foot too. I knew this irritated both Neji and Sasuke, and that was partly the reason why I did it.