A shower can be refreshing when you're covered in mud. Usually very wealthy people aren't completely thankful for what they have, but I couldn't be any more happy for what I have.

After my shower's finished, I go down stairs, and into the kitchen. The smell of fresh baked cookies hits my nostrils, and I let the scent guide me to the kitchen. Once I find the kitchen, I watch as my Mom takes out the medal pan of chocolate chip cookies. She turns to me and smiles, once the cookies are on the counter.

"They need to cool off." She says kissing my forehead lightly.

I sit on the bar stool and she stands on the other side of the bar. Mom stares at me, then smiles.

"How was school?" She asks.

"It sucked." I answer, "I'm failing math."

I tell my Mom everything, so it's not really that big of a deal telling her.

"I'm not surprised. Your Father and I weren't very bright in math." She says.

I hand her the paper she needs to sign, and she takes out a pen, and writes her signature.

"Listen Sakura, I want you to at least try in math. What if you want to change your major for college?"

"I'm not, Mom."

"Yeah, but what if you do. What if you want to be a doctor or-"

"I'm not. Web Design is what Dad would have wanted me to do." I answer, with my tone sharp.

"You don't have to follow what your Dad wanted you to do," Her tone gets serious, "I know he died a Web Designer, but you don't have to follow in his footsteps."

 I glare at her, take the paper with her signature, and march up to my room. Once my door is slammed, I flop down, belly first on my bed. I feel a vibrating next to me and look next to my head. I have a call from Kiba.

"What?" I ask in the phone.

"Have you made an FB?" Kiba asks through the phone.

"A what?" I ask.

"A Facebook, idiot."

"No, why?"

"Make one now." Kiba says, then hangs up.

I grab my laptop from my desk and open it. I type in Facebook, and it brings me to a log in screen. Next, I do all the steps to creating my account, then finish. I look at the box with out a picture for my profile picture. I guess I should change it. I put a simple butterfly as my pic and I'm done. I look at pictures of people from Konoha High, and stop at Sasuke Uchiha's. I look through his photos, and man is he hot. I shrug, and look through more.

I stop to one person. The profile picture is of a motorcycle and the name is, 'No Name.' That's weird. I put my name as, 'Sakura Blossom,' because I didn't want people to know who I am, but this guy is just flat out scary. No Name...... Who does that?

I look through his pictures, and they're all of motorcycles. I share an interest in motorcycles, so I like all of his pictures. I'm the only one who likes them, because so far, he has zero likes on all of his pictures.

I hear a small notification sound on my lap top, and see I have one message. I click it, and you'll never guess who it's from.

No Name: Why did you like all of my pictures? I could have sworn I got away from you fangirls by now.

My heart beats rapidly, and I type my words carefully.

Me: I don't know what you mean by, 'Fangirl,' but I like motorcycles. Sorry.

No Name: Whatever.

That was kind of jerky of him. It says on his profile he goes to Konoha High. I wonder who this guy is. I look at the screen, and I got another message.

No Name: Now I bet you're stalking my profile, right?

Damn this guy's good.

Me: I was just curious.

No Name: Great, a new stalker.

Me: You don't even know me, so don't call me something like that, when you know nothing about me.

No Name: I can call you whatever I want ;)

Winky face?! This guy's cocky.

Me: What's up with the winky face???

No Name: ;)

Me: Dude, stop.

No Name: ;)

Me: Why is your name No Name?

No Name: Why is your name Sakura Blossom?

Me: Because I want it to be...

No Name: Then there's your answer ;) Sakura Blossom.

Me: Listen, I'm starting out on here, so don't think I'm a creepy stalker, because I'm not.

No Name: I don't usually jump to conclusions on people.

Me: You did earlier...

No Name: You're an exception ;)

Me: Why???

No Name: You should be flattered by that ;)

Me: I'm not.

No Name: You're hilarious.

Me: You're arrogant.

No Name: Thank you ;)

Me: Please stop with the winky faces.

No Name: No thank you ;)

Me: If you go to Konoha High, then who are you???

No Name: That's none of your business. Bye.

After that, he went offline. This guy has a weird change in emotions. Who is this guy? I really, really need to know. Curiosity is going to eat me alive.

My phone vibrates, and I pick it up.

"What Kiba?" I ask.

"Did you make one?"

"Yes. It's Sakura Blossom."

"Why not Sakura Haruno?" Kiba asks.

"I don't want people to know who I am."

"You're no fun." After that, Kiba hangs up.

On my screen, I see a friend request. Of course, it's from Kiba. I accept, and we start chatting about random topics. Until, I reach to a complete different topic.

Me: Who is that No Name guy?

Kiba: I'm not sure. A motorcycle dude I guess.

Me: Oh. I talked to him for a bit.

Kiba: Are you serious?!

Me: Yeah, why?

Kiba: A lot of people want to know who he is. You should feel special. He never talks to anyone.

Me: I pissed him off, though.

Kiba: How?

Me: I asked him who he was......

Kiba: Damn. That was your first mistake.

Me: Yeah well, whatever.

Kiba: Listen. I have to go, bye.

And that was when, Kiba went offline.

Now I really want to know who this guy is.

Thanks to @shewillbelooved for making the book cover :D Thanks girl! Hope you enjoyed ;)