MY OH SO CORNY BOYRFRIEND
The more you hate, the more you love.
INTRODUCTION
The first time I saw him, I could safely say that I almost puked everything I've just eaten in the morning. I don't really know why or what it was, but maybe it was his childlike spiky hair or possibly the fact that his outgoing looks don't match his timid personality. Yes, His freakishly-oh-I'm-being-sarcastic-right-now persona doesn't really compliment his modelesque physique.
I mean, who would have thought that behind those dark soulful eyes, would be a brain, cranked up with nonsense and dumb scratch. And who would have thought that underneath his flawless skin, would be a disliking spirit…almost devilish in some way.
Here are the facts: first and foremost, considering that he has limited resources when it comes to friends plus the reality of him being cold, self-centered, and avoidable adds to the summation of his character equation of being an outsider – a pitiful no-one-would-like-to-be-friends-with kind of guy.
Second, he doesn't really talk that much and he's care free about his social status. Come on, he's a good looking guy but he doesn't talk to girls? I think not. He likes girls but there is this big probability of him having a bad breath. Or if I'm wrong there is still this great chance of him being awfully gay. God, gay guys are always the one who look handsome.
Anyway, I think he's not gay because I haven't caught him doing "it" with a guy and I haven't seen him doing "it" with a girl as well. So the only possible answer is he has a bad breath. Better expect the unexpected...
But even with this, everybody likes him!
I wonder why?
I asked some of my friends why they liked him so much.
"I love the way he acts so standoffish."
"I like the mystery of what he will bring to the table." They say.
But even though everyone likes him…I personally despise him.
MONDAY MOURNING
--Despicable--
I appreciate your kind gesture of making me fall flat on my face in front of the whole cafeteria.
The most embarrassing moment of my life happened during our Lunch break. The thought of relaxation in the afternoon, after an exhausting math examination turned out to be something trapeze-like as I starred in a circus of definite embarrassment in front of the whole student society.
Yes, I was the one who was laughed on, because of tripping my head onto the pile of the dish plates filled with lunch leftovers.
The story goes like this.
That Monday, my friends and I happened to be at the cafeteria where 96 percent of the students go out for lunch because of its top-charting Tempura surprise. They say that the teriyaki sauce drizzled on top of the golden crispy shrimp blends almost perfect with the Japanese rice and match amazingly with a gulp of cold iced tea – so without further thought we dropped our bento boxes for that mythical day and decided to bravely rate the well-known lunch meal – to see if it could really exceed the expectations of my picky taste buds.
When we arrived at the cafeteria, we were already tangled up with the dilemma of leaving the place because of its overwhelming amount of people plus of course the noise coming from the lunch time chattering of most of the students. It felt like they were 10 meters away from each when in fact they sit probably less than a chair away. We were about to leave but we still decided to try and explore the goodness of this extravagant shrimp dish.
I should have seen it coming. I should have trusted my instincts to its utmost potential. As soon as I felt that the amount of people was always equal to disaster, we should've just left the place when we still got he chance. But unfortunately we didn't, and we, especially I, had experienced the worst Monday of my life.
"I'll just sit here," I said to my friend, Ino, who was inviting me to join to see how the meal was prepared.
"Come on Sakura, let's go. Don't be a pansy little girl, come on and let's see how they cook it," Ino, grabbed me by the shoulder and tried dragging me over to the line-up. "This day will be different!" she continued, while smiling as she glued her eyes upon the line up to the tempura stall.
"No. No. No. I'll just stay here." I still refused to go with her.
What was I supposed to do? First of all, I really had a bad day to start of with because I suck at math, and probably I flunked the math test that morning. I really hate math. I hated it ever since I was a little girl. I don't know why, but I swear that if ever I will be given a chance, I would gladly murder those people who invented math in the first place.
Should I need math when I go to Med School? Should I need math when I help others to regain their strength? Probably yes, but I definitely swear I hate math – Math should've become Science instead because Science is the best.
Anyway back to the story, I didn't go with Ino because I was really blacked out from the early morning assessment. I wanted to relax away from the moment I finished my math test, and I don't want to ruin the moment by simply looking on how the shrimp fries in the vegetable oil. It wouldn't be different anyway on how we cook it at home right, so it wouldn't hurt me to just sit back and let my friends do all the negotiation with the cook or the cashier.
"Okay, but you're missing the delish part!" Hinata added, while they try to seduce me on going to that mini stall.
"Come on now. This is our first time to taste it!"
"Oh I wouldn't mind," I smiled back and added, "Just get me what you guys getting. Okay?"
"It's your loss Sakura-chan, but okay. Sure then."
As my friends stood to the longest lunch line I've ever seen, I relaxed my self for a bit and scanned the scenery of our simple school. I know I'm being sentimental that day, because we will be graduating from this alma mater of ours in the coming weeks and in fact I'm enjoying the moments of my favorite day of the week, Monday, until I saw this weird guy; the guy who made my life completely topsy-turvy, who was sitting under my favorite pink flowered tree while sipping his chocolaty drink.
I can sense that this guy has no friends, but he has the looks. I thought to myself.
Finally a girl came up to him and gave him food to eat.
What?! Is he a beggar or something?
But what a surprise, he got the food but didn't even try to eat it.
Oh he's a picky eater then?
Another girl came and gave him another drink, plus added a letter with a kiss mark on it. God, even if I was way back to where he was at, I noticed everything that was going on.
And then another girl came and actually talked to him, but he wasn't looking, rather he was paying attention to his beloved little comic book.
Oh wait, another girl? Wow, that's rude of him not to look at a girl while she was talking to him.
He should've been nice to her.
But even if the girl didn't get a response from him, she left with a smile covering her face.
That's odd—
Is he famous or anything?
I wonder.
My friends then came back with the tempura meal that everybody was talking about and noticed that I was out of my self, while looking at the distance. I usually do that, to relieve myself from stress.
"Hey Sakura—," Ino asked me while clutching her fingers into my shoulder. "What's got into you?"
My friends noticed that I was observing something, "Are you looking at Sasuke," Hinata then came closer to me and gazed her eyes to where my eyes are glued upon. "He's cool eh?"
I looked back at them and I was a little bit surprised because I wasn't expecting their early return. "Huh?" I mumbled as I took my sight away from him.
"You were looking at him," Hinata giggled as she sat down next to me.
Oops, was I that obvious?
I was totally dumbstruck when Hinata popped a silly question out of the blue. I wasn't ready for that because she's not the type where she'll just butt it or just stick out a lollipop somewhere unexpected. She's the one who likes waiting for the conversation to get going and then answer some questions if she really needs to or if she wants to. But today it's different, she actually started the discussion…mostly started the whole teasing part.
Without further ado, my friends started teasing me. Tenten started to lean next to me, to hear everything that came out of my mouth, and Ino who was a bit surprised, giggled as she asked me her controversial questions.
"Why are looking at him?"
This is it; Ino's going to bust me.
I should just act normal.
"Nothing, I was just relaxing my eyes…that's all" I managed to pull through to the first Ino's daily talk show. Phew! That was hard.
But it isn't over; my friends are just starting to get it out from me. They wanted me to say that I like Sasuke. I know this is how they like it; they want to corrupt me as to liking that freaky-bastard-man.
"Do you like him?" Ino continued.
She's persistent. O my God, what am I supposed to do now? Come on Sakura, act normal.
"Of course not," I battled through, "Ino, this is actually the first time I noticed him….and yeah, he's a bastard. He doesn't even talk to people."
I saw that look in Ino's eyes, where she knew something and was ready to blurt it out in front of everyone else. I knew that somewhere, she'll go and find something that will make me do stuff that I personally don't want to do.
"I don't believe that."
Busted, Ino's going to dare me now. Damn!
"If you don't like him…Go and give this to him," Ino pointed Sasuke, who was already making his way to the cafeteria. "There he is."
My friends were looking at me with their heavy eyes. This is the thing mostly people call peer pressure. I knew that to prove something I'm quite sure of to myself, I have to do what Ino says.
I know he's cute…but I'm not in love with him or something. That would be really pathetic to fall someone like him.
"Okay, give me that!" So I stood up and courageously made my way to him just to prove to my friends that I DON'T LIKE HIM.
"Go Sakura!" Tenten giggled as usual, while eating the tempura she bought.
And as a standard, Hinata cheered me "You can do that!" to boost my confidence level, that I don't really need anyway.
I was walking with the tempura meal in my right hand. That meal was supposed to be my lunch but what happened was that I gave it to someone who I preferably wouldn't even talk to or come across with.
I began to walk and move closer to him and nerves suddenly attacked my already stressed out body. My hands began to sweat in a cold way. My fingers began to tremble which would normally happen on a bad math examination day. I even felt my heart beating fast as my feet moved in its rhythm and it felt like the longest walk I've ever done in my entire life.
What's happening Sakura, keep your cool…keep your cool. I said to myself in order to calm my tension out. Finally, after the grueling time I took to reach him, I was there and I was able to walk up to him…face to face. But he wasn't looking at me, instead his face was behind the front page of his kiddy little comic book. How pathetic do I look like?
Oh my god…
I opened my mouth to greet him, but it seemed like my voice have left me and I couldn't properly think of any thought to say to him, so I just turned away and decided to raise my white flag to my friends. I'm done with it now.
I can't do this. I can't do this.
But when I looked over to where my friends were at, they were all looking at me and were trying to give me that awful look of pressure.
I need to do this.
When I looked back he wasn't there anymore, instead he was already sitting in one of the tables that were located in the middle of the cafeteria and he was already gulping his medium sized iced-tea.
I summoned all my courage and I walked up to him to give him the tempura surprise, which Ino has dared me to do. I wanted to finish this nonsense and to salvage myself from humiliation.
I stretched my arms wholely and said, "Sasuke, take this."
"Huh—," he mumbled and then looked at me with his piercing dark eyes.
I was really shocked; I wasn't prepped to this kind of attack from him. "Take this, Sasuke" I repeated.
OH MY GOD…I LOOK LIKE A FANGIRL. I'm officially considering myself dead now.
He moved and dropped his comic book aside to get the tempura meal from my hands. I was a bit surprised, ours hands touched each other and his hands felt so warm. Probably he was disgusted from me, because my hands were perspiring at that moment. But actually, I was expecting a boorish response from him because from my observations a while ago, he wouldn't usually look back or give thanks.
O my god…Yes, I actually did it!
"Thanks," he said.
That was awkward.
Thank God I did it. I was relieved that I was able to pull through this senseless dare. Finally, I was able to prove to my friends that I, Haruno Sakura, don't like Uchiha Sasuke.
I walked away with a smile painted in my face until I felt something in my feet. It was like a foot or something, I wasn't able to clearly recognize it but it made me trip over the next table which was filled with dish plates full of lunch left over.
Shoot!
I fell flat on the table and my face was covered with all the unimaginable dirt there was to find in the cafeteria. I was wet, I was dirty and I was smelly. I couldn't believe it, but it really happened and the heck I'm going to kill who did that.
Everyone was laughing; the whole cafeteria was bursting with tears as they enjoyed my circus-like falling from the next table. I looked back at him and noticed that he wasn't looking, and for me it was suspicious. Come on, I fell and he didn't care. There was no possible "someone" who would be tackles and do such a thing. OBVIOUSLY IT WAS HIM!
He's the only suspect!
I stood up, cleaned myself and then took his little comic book while I raged my voice up, shouting back at him. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR?"
He wasn't speaking but I can see his face getting red, blushing as he clipped his comic book back to his face, and possibly covering his flabbergasted laughter. I was sure of then that he had made me trip and fall flat on my nose. I'M SURE IT WAS HIM!
"YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!"
Yes, I know I may sound a bit of a bully that time, but who wouldn't be? Anyone would be angry if they were me. I was ready to punch him in the face, until my friend came running toward me and stopped me from doing such a disgraceful act.
"Sakura, stop that!" Hinata and Tenten clutched their arms around me.
My head was boiling, and figuratively speaking my ears were smoking gray puffs as I began to feel my blood pressure exceed its normal pressure. I was ready to transform into a human-detonator and ready to bombastically strangle him with my bare fists.
YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!!!
While I was being calmed down by my friends, Ino who was laughing at a distance came up to me and then whispered such irritating words, like she was adding fuel to my fire-headedness. "Sakura…remember the more you hate…the more you love."
DISCLAIMER: --Prays to the lord-- Wish Naruto was Mine...ugh --Prays to the lord--
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I dont really know what type of fanfic this is, but i used the first person perspective. LOL! wish you guys like it , cause im not really sure if i should post it. LOL. Anyway for SasuSaku fans out there, oops sorry for making sasuke such a bad-ass..LOL ugh, i purposely did that..cause im actually weaving a love/fight --the more you hate the more you love-- thing story, so yeah sorry. HOPE YOU WAIT for the next chapters. Also, please do try to visit my other fanfics and hope you like it as much as you liked this one. --smiles--
OOPs, im sorry if i havent done the updates..lol im working on it though so dont worry. ill post it by next week i think..if i can HAHAHA!
SPECIAL THANKS TO: My beloved friend named Lucy / ChristinaAngel. LOL sorry for bugging you bout this fic. HAHA hope you like it --smiles--
Kimmy-chan - for having the time to criticize my work and to help me edit it. YEY!
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