Damn him. Damn that blond hair, damn that style, that swagger, that smile. Damn the bold blue eyes and damn that rock hard body. Damn everything about him. Uzumaki Naruto was the popular guy. He played every sport he could, had all the girls and some of the guys falling all over him. He had the confidence and charisma everyone wanted. He was smooth and and definitely hot, kind of like that hot cocoa you drink around the holidays. Uzumaki Naruto. Definition: the guy you daydream about. But I'd never admit it. Especially not to Sakura.
Definitely not to Haruno Sakura, who hated Uzumaki-san with a passion that could move mountains. Sakura-chan was captain of the volleyball team, president of the student body, on the track and debate teams, and had a perfect GPA. She was smart, and she was sexy. Her following was just about as big as Uzumaki-san's. Two people that butted heads constantly, and looked beautiful doing it. And me? Where do I fit in? I guess I don't. Not in that picture anyways.
Tall, pale, black hair, you'd think it was something that people desired. But my glasses and my clumsiness negated that I guess. My socially awkward behavior, unimposing demeanor, I'd never even be considered as a potential by either of them. The only reason Sakura-chan is my friend now is because she had to show me around the campus. Why else would someone like her even talk to me?
I sat in my desk and flipped through the pages of the math book idly. It came easy to me, and all this work was no challenge. Home schooling had done much to push me ahead of most of the students academically. Only Sakura-chan and Neiji-san really studied on my level. I chuckled at my momentary conceit. I looked up to see the teacher and my classmates watching me.
"Uchiha-san, welcome back. Please pay attention." He pinched the bridge of his nose in the classic gesture of annoyance and stress. I nodded and sat up. A girl beside me giggled softly.
Her long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I blinked, recognizing her as Yamanaka Ino. I only knew her because she was vice-president, and a very active member of the student council. She was usually seen wherever Sakura-chan was. Even so, I didn't really talk to her. It was hard to approach the two when they were together.
She seemed about to say something, but then she looked past me to something outside. I turned to see what it was.
In the courtyard below, a tall blond man sat beneath a tree, a girl standing nervously by. Curious, I leaned closer to the window. It seemed like she was confessing. Uzumaki-san stood up and said some words to her. It was apparent it wasn't anything good, because she left in a hurry. I sighed, thinking about what would happen if I did that. Would he turn me down just as harshly? I imagined him, smiling, wrapping his arms around me, pulling my face up...
I coughed, snapping out of my daydream. I glanced down to see if he was still there. He seemed to be looking up, right at me. Before I could think about it further, the bell rang. When I turned back, he was gone. I angrily shook my head and blushed, packing my things and getting up in a hurry. Yamanaka-san smiled at me, as if reading my thoughts.
Ugh! Stupid me. Why? Why was I even thinking about such things? I walked to the student council room with my head down, afraid that somehow people would be able to know my scandalous thoughts if they made eye contact with me. Naturally, I bumped into someone. Rubbing my face, I noticed how hard the chest was. My heart skipped a beat.
Inuzuka Kiba stood there, slightly surprised at being bumped into. He blushed and scratched his head.
"Hey I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was walking... Um, what's your name?"
I cleared my throat. "U..Uchiha Sasuke. It's okay, I wasn't really looking either..." I stared at the lockers, really nervous and mad at myself for having thoughts again. Inuzuka-san was hot.
He laughed lightly. "I guess we were both in our own little little worlds, huh?" He stared at me as if he noticed something. I blushed. Again."What?.."
"I just noticed. You're kind of cute." Inuzuka-san picked up a lock of my hair, feeling it all the while observing me. I couldn't help but stutter. "Th-th-thank you.. Inuzuka-san." He snorted at that. "Kiba, please. Inuzuka is too formal." I nodded. "Kiba-... San."
Kiba-san leaned in close. Really close. I stopped breathing, afraid. Of what, I don't know. His face was only a couple inches from mine. I could smell his cologne, and was definitely hyper-aware of his hand as it moved to my cheek, down my face, and to my shoulder. Shutting my eyes, I waited. I could feel it, his lips so close and yet still so far. I wanted it, and I didn't think about anything else. I felt so desperate, but I would deal with it all later. Just then, Uzumaki-san's face flashed in my mind, as hot and bright as the sun. I jerked away, pushing Kiba-san off. Though he barely moved, I was several feet away when I opened my eyes.
He seemed confused and a little worried. There was hurt there, but it was well hidden. "Did... Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun, I thought you-" I spoke up, though it was still somewhat of a whisper. "No, I did want it, Kiba-san, it's just that..." A couple tears ebbed out, one of them catching on the lens of my glasses. I wiped them away, making sure there were no more. Kiba-san came up to me. One hand cradled my cheek. "Then what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I sighed, looking away. "I... I have a crush on Uzumaki-san... I'm sorry.." His deep chuckle made me hot. Damn myself for being so weak.
"I'm glad that was the only problem. I thought there was something wrong with me." I shook my head to reassure him it wasn't. He stepped back, waving and turning to leave. "Well, I'd better head off now. I have things I need to attend to." I stood and watched him walk away. His eyes were stone cold the moment they left mine. I also noticed he walked back the way he came. A girl's voice from behind me reminded me where I was. It was Sakura-chan, with Yamanaka-san in tow. Sakura gave me an odd look, and her partner giggled again. Why is she giggling again? Is she always bubbly or something? I glanced back over my shoulder. Kiba was gone. Sakura-chan violently patted me on the back, making me buckle slightly. "What's up? Did Inuzuka do something to you?" Her gaze was protective. I tried my hardest not to blush.
"No, I just accidentally bumped into him is all, Sakura-chan." Yamanaka-san smiled coyly. "I think maybe you wanted to do a different kind of bumping." Sakura blushed and looked at her companion. I felt my face heat up. "Ino! Don't say that out loud!" She admonished her, a disapproving look on her face. Ino-san hugged her from behind. "But Sakura, we talk about those things all the time!" Sakura-chan stuttered and looked down, hiding her red face beneath her hair. "St-st-st-still... Don't.. Don't talk about those things... If it doesn't involve you..." Yet another giggle, like the way I always blushed. I sudden thought occurred to me. Are they?..... I didn't really need to think about it for much longer though.
Yamanaka-san leaned down and planted a kiss on Sakura-chan's lips. My eyes widened. Sakura seemed a little embarrassed, but she didn't refuse it. Once again, like a man plagued by nightmare's, Uzumaki-san entered my thoughts. I imagined him hugging me, his lips on mine, his golden locks, perfect tan. I imagined my hands on his chest, fists clenched in his shirt, hurrying to pull it off. I want to fu.... I banged my face against a locker. The two girls jumped, pulling apart. They looked at me like I was crazy. Hell, I AM crazy... having these impure thoughts at a time like this.. Sakura-chan stared at me. Ino-san pointed. "Your nose... It's bleeding, Sasuke-kun." I felt the blood run down. Then it was lights out upstairs.
