37 Degrees
A/N: I'm trying to be a bit funny, but I don't think it's working. But still, enjoy 'kay? (Haha.) Oh by the way, this is in Naruto's point of view and this story will continue. Or else I'll force myself to write more. And please review if you like it!
P r o l o g u e.
P r o l o g u e.
I have a problem. Or rather yet, problems.
No, not anything like having multi-reproduction organs or ADHD. Though I'd be much better off with that instead.
You see, I just tried to confess to the love of my life. Haruno Sakura is her name. But my attempt failed, and now the whole school will think I'm gay, because I just confessed to the most popular guy who's now looking at me like I'm some homo who just came out of the closet.
Care to know how?
This all happened very fast. I arrived on the soccer field, made my way towards the pink-haired goddess who was cheerleading for our team. She looked oh-so-gorgeous in that outfit with pom-poms stuck up high in the air. I had gathered up my shreds of courage and marched up to her. I was too embarrassed to look at her, so I had my head down. And in that split second that I confessed, Sakura ended up at the water fountain, the almighty prince Uchiha Sasuke walked past me with his headphones on, but coincidentally taking them off just as I said "I like you, Will you go out with me?"
He had his mouth opened in shock for a while, then replied, "Sorry, I don't swing that way." Sasuke slowly walked away and tried to hide a snicker as he put his headphones back on.
This was just not my day. Firstly, how could that dumbass of a prince miss the part where I addressed "Sakura-chan"? See, this is why headphones are not safe, for this matter and others. Secondly, I am not gay. And I will never be gay. I do not wear pink shirts nor will I ever. I am madly in love with a girl named Sakura and isn't that enough proof?
So in conclusion, I have a very big problem. Sasuke thinks I am deeply in love with him without even hearing the rest of the story. Sakura will probably never like me for the fact that one day, she might hear someone gossip to her about me. My reputation is going down the drain, and it will be awfully hard to explain the real story.