Reachable
I forgot what I was talking about. I forgot what I was looking at. I just remember Hinata leaning over to me.
"I'm not lying, Sakura, but Sasuke is staring at you."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
And then I see him, creeping past the corner of my eye, making his way to his posse. I keep still, because his presence doesn't affect me.
Lies.
Okay. I lied.
I can just imagine him, glancing subtly here, like I know he does.
Later, I pounced.
"You're serious?"
Hinata replies patiently, "Sakura, he stared. It was long. Like fifteen seconds. And it looked like he was holding back a smirk. I think he likes you...!"
"YEAH!"
Highlight of my day.
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You see, Sasuke is on a different level than any of us here. Whatever you can do, he does better. Whatever you look like, Sasuke is automatically hottter. He's unreachable.
And I know he shouldn't, but sometimes, he scares the shit out of me.
Look, I didn't plan this. This whole falling thing, maybe an obsession. I'm one of the million devoted girls. I watch his every move.
But I can't stop.
I already I know I got him wrapped around my finger, miraculously. Just like he has me. But how to get the final snap?
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