YAY! 2nd chapter is upppp! I'm happy, I hope you're happy! Cause I'm happy!
Yeah…already said that…
Oh, I totally messed up last chapter because I swear I'm stupid. I can't count. I need to be in first grade not eleventh. But I fixed my mistake so if anyone caught it…it's not there anymore. Thank you person who told me! I don't know who you are because you were just a Guest, but if you're reading this. Thank chuuu:D
Anyways, go ahead and read, the story is waiting for you!
Chapter two
My alarm clock was buzzing. My phone was screeching. Someone was banging on my door. Damn, can't anyone sleep in on a school day?
I wanted to yell 'come in!' to whoever was knocking on my door, but then I realized that I had locked it before I went to bed last night. Being in the same house as Sasuke with my door unlocked was a big no, no. I groaned as loud as possible, hoping he could hear it and stop banging on my door like a crack head monkey. It worked.
"Get up! I have to be to school early." Sasuke ordered me through the wood and I dug my face into my pillow. Course he does, early morning workout. It's a thing all football players have to do to stay on the starting team. I wish I could of told him to kiss my ass and go away, but he was my only ride to school and I sort of didn't want to walk. So, I was going to have to suck it up and get out of bed. "Naruto!" Sasuke snapped, slamming his fist against my door again.
"Alright, alright!" I shouted, pushing myself up into a sitting position. "Shit." I hate my life. Sighing heavily, I dragged myself out of bed and walked across my room, shutting my alarm clock off and stopping my phone from going crazy. My mom told me to start setting my alarm on the other side of my room so I'd actually have to get up to turn it off and I wouldn't just press snooze constantly. Now I've just built a resistance to the sound of the alarm clock. Rubbing my face so roughly my skin turned red, I walked to my attach bathroom to take a quick shower.
Afterwards, I put on comfortable straight leg jeans and a normal, plain, black shirt, with a breast cancer wrist band. I took a comb through my wet hair quickly and studied myself in the mirror. My skin was flawless and tan, well, not completely flawless. I had these weird whisker like markings on each cheek, it was something that was always there and everyone learned to live with it. They didn't make me look bad or anything. My cerulean eyes were a bit wide and I had really long eyelashes. I think if I ever used mascara that I would blow Ino's fake eyelashes out the water. Crazy, huh? Glad I'm not a drag queen though. My hair naturally stuck up in all sorts of different directions, it was like a mop of perfect blonde on my head. I loved my hair. It was always so soft. Feeling as though I looked the best I could, I walked into my bedroom, grabbed my phone and a pair of socks and unlocked my door.
Sasuke was luckily not in the hallway, so I quickly dashed downstairs and quietly entered the kitchen. I opened the fridge and while I was looking for something to eat, I put on my socks. Deeming nothing in my fridge as breakfast material, I settled for two granola bars that were in my pantry. I opened my fridge back up, grabbed the orange juice and gulped down about half of it right out the jug. Yeah, I was gross like that. I set it back, then left my kitchen, dragging my feet into the living room where Sasuke was lounging on the couch, watching T.V. An empty bowl of what use to be, I guess, cereal, sat on his lap and his eyes were fixated on the flat screen.
He was dressed to impress like always. He wore faded jeans and a red cotton collar neck, which fitted him nicely and showed his muscles through fabric. I guess that's what he liked about the shirt because it wasn't very Sasuke-ish. He looked like a wannabe Ken Doll. Couldn't tell him that though, he'd probably throw me around like a doll. Slowly, I opened my granola bar, but loud enough that it caught his attention. Dragging his black eyes from the screen, he fixed them on me.
"Glad you're ready." Sasuke deadpanned, grabbing the bowl off his lap and standing up. He walked past me, purposefully bumping his shoulder nearly against my head and knocking me over, but I didn't fall.
"Jerk." I snapped snidely, taking a bite out one of my bars and following him into the kitchen. "If you're in such a rush, let's go then." I told him. Sasuke usually got to his morning workout at school around six thirty. He worked out until seven thirty, then got ready for class which began at seven forty five. It was six twenty now, so if he was going to make it on time, we'd have to leave. Yet, he didn't seemed rushed.
"Shut up." He muttered, dropping the bowl in the sink. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, because obviously, it wasn't like him to look so angry and barley tease me back, but then I realized. I didn't care.
"Whatever, I'm waiting in the car." I told him, walking away from his doom and gloom and going to put on my black and pink shoes. I pulled my backpack off the ground and went outside, heading over to Sasuke's black car that was parked in my driveway. Knowing I couldn't get into his car without the keys, I just stood by the passenger's door and fiddled with my phone. A couple minutes later, Sasuke finally exited the house, holding a duffle bag, and unlocked his doors. "Glad you could make it." I grumbled mostly to myself as I opened the door. Sasuke just glared at me and got into his car as well, stuffing his bag into the backseat through our seats. I fastened my seatbelt, he started the car and we had a silent ride to school.
The entire way, I kept sneaking peeks at him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips drawn down in a frown. He really must be upset. I took out my other granola bar and started chewing on it. I really needed to learn how to care. Five minutes later, Sasuke pulled into our practically empty school parking lot that was specifically for students and turned off his car. I hummed quietly to myself, unbuckled my seatbelt and got out the car, muttering thank you because I am so polite. He grunted his welcome as I closed the door, then made my way towards the school, because we didn't walk together. Ever. I don't care how many times he drove me to school. I never walked in with him and Ino or him or anything. It wouldn't happen. I would just embarrass him and burn his reputation.
I pushed open the glass school doors and stepped into the cool linoleum hall, clearing my throat and liking the sound of it echoing. Our school wasn't a private school or anything, it was just really nice and big. It had a lot of places to skip class at.
My first class was Woodshop. Yes, I took Woodshop. Art was my only other option. Okay, actually it wasn't an option. I got into a fight with this idiot and I poured paint all over him. So the Principal decided to take me out of that class and put me in Woodshop. With Sasuke. And all his football buddies. It was unbearable. Though not exactly, because I at least had two friends in the class. Well, three, but the other one was on the football team and he barley talked to me around them. Like I cared though.
I past a garbage can on my way down to Woodshop Class, dropping my granola bar wrapper in there, then wiping my hands together. The class was on the far side of the school, so I had some walking to do. I went past things that held good and bad memories for me. Like the one boys bathroom that no one really goes in. I use to spend bunches of classes in there, because class bored me. The lunch room, where someone cliché tripped me and I fell onto my tray of food, then I got up and beat the holy shit out of the kid. Got suspended for a week. Then there was a janitors closet that was next to the lunch room doors, where some of the football players locked me in and that was the only time I had ever saw one of my friends angry. He's too lazy to ever be angry, but once he found me in that closet, he tracked down Sasuke and two of his friends and broke all their noses. I was so proud.
Finally, I reached the Woodshop Classroom and pushed open the door, walking into the empty room. The teacher was Mr. Yamato, who was a selfish guy, but he made me laugh. I liked him. He was my third favorite teacher though. Jiraiya, the Creative Writing teach was my favorite, he was like a second father to me. Then Mr. Hatake, I call him Kakashi when no one's around, is my second. He's super funny. Always making fun of people and shit. Hi-Larious.
Walking towards the back of the class, I took my seat at the table near the window. Five seconds later, because I never think ahead, I stood up out my seat and walked towards the cabinet where we kept all our non-finished projects. We were working on clocks at the moment. Surprisingly, I was really good at Woodshop, it gave me time to calm myself, because other people in the class pissed me off. My clock was made out of dark cherry wood, about a foot tall and had intricate engravings towards the corners, branching out and stuff. It was pretty cool. I had to pat myself on the back a couple of times when I paused to look at it. Of course I looked crazy, but that's were the not caring part came into play.
So, I busied myself with perfecting my clock until I noticed some kids filling into class. Most of them were weirdos who sat with other weirdos, so I didn't bother with paying attention to them much. But finally, someone of great importance to me walked into the room. Her name was Sakura Haruno and she was my best friend. I loved her as much as a dude could love a girl without wanting to bang her. She had bubblegum pink hair that was long and pretty, natural. Her eyes were big and green, a bright green too, not a dull, hazel green. They were just so bright and happy and beautiful and they just sparkled, I loved her eyes. She was almost as tall as me, curvy and ivory skinned. Dainty, someone could call her. She wasn't that hourglass curvy, she just curved slightly at her waist.
"Okay, Naruto." She said, her voice serious and set. "What did you have to tell me that you couldn't tell me last night?" I had texted her last night, even though I found out about the Sasuke problem days ago, I had waited to tell her to her face, because she would probably fly over to my house quicker then I could finish 'Sasuke's at my house alone with me while my family's far away'.
You see, Sakura is in love with Sasuke. Like everyone else, but whatever. I get over that all she really wants to talk about is him and the only reason she's in Woodshop is because he's there. BUT, before I get off of track, she and Ino use to be best friends. Use to. Sakura and Ino were always like…competing to see who could get to Sasuke first. Ino obviously won. Which broke Sakura's heart, because Sakura had even given up a chance to be with Sasuke, before he got with Ino. She had told Ino of the circumstance, but Ino didn't care and took her own chance with Sasuke, damaging her friendship with Sakura forever. Ino was such a bitch. She was ugly too.
"Okay, don't kill me for not telling you earlier." I said immediately as she plopped down next to me. A pink eyebrow crept up her forehead carefully.
"Alright." She mumbled.
"Well, Sasuke's-"
"What about Sasuke?" Sakura cut me off. See? She loves this dude.
"He's staying at my house with me while my parents are gone." I spilled and her face went very still. Oh God. The calm before the storm. She was out of her chair in a pink flash and I flinched back, hoping to get away. But no! All fails me and my foot I wrapped around my metal bar stool, caught me up and I stumbled. She dug her French nails into my shirt collar, bringing me so close to her that our noses touched.
"And you waited till now to tell me?" She growled lowly, her usually bright green eyes now dark. I swallowed loudly, gently running my hands over her hands and trying to pry them away from my shirt.
"I think you're overreacting." My voice was breathy and shaky.
"You want to see overreacting?" Sakura asked me, tilting her head like a deranged chucky doll. I guess that would be just a normal chucky doll. Ha ha…no time for jokes, brain. I need to look scared.
"No." I whispered.
"What happened to him going to France with your parents and The Bitch?" The Bitch was Ino. She was Voldemort between me and Sakura. She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, if you didn't get the joke.
"No extra plane ticket." I answered quickly, hoping to get this done with and also hoping my shirt wasn't wrinkled.
"So, he's staying with you alone in your house?" She asked, her eyes flickering back and forth to get a good look at my blue eyes. I wonder if she noticed how small my pupils probably were.
"Mhm, my mom thought it would be nice so I wouldn't have to be alone." I said and her eyes narrowed threateningly, but then out of the grace of God, she pulled away from me and let go of my shirt. Dammit. It was wrinkled. I stumbled some, she was keeping my balance, but I didn't fall. Untangling my foot from my chair, I then sat down in it. I cleared my throat like nothing had happened, looked around the classroom and turned back to my clock. Sakura gathered herself, flicking her hair over her shoulders and sitting straight.
"So." She said in a high pitched voice, grabbing my attention. But what she didn't know, was that I was paying attention to her the entire time. I didn't want her to pull a sledge hammer out her purse and turned this into the massage table, porn star murder. I wouldn't put it past her. Even though she wasn't a porn star. "When can I come over?" She asked politely and I groaned, knowing this was coming. I rubbed my face.
"Sakura, you were one of the people my mom said not to bring over." I told her, but that didn't shock her. It only made her angry.
"Why? Because of that evil bitch? Is she that scared that I'd steal her boyfriend that she told her mommy?" Sakura mocked, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms like a child. I took a breath through my nose and nodded. "How insecure." She spat. Speaking of the Devil's hip attachment, will bring the Devil. Sasuke stalked into the room with all his arrogant air and prick attitude, two of his closest friends following behind him. Neji Hyuga and Kiba Inuzuka, who was also one of my closest friends. Kiba, not Neji. I hate Neji just as much as I hate Sasuke. Maybe even more. And that's saying something. "Sasuke." Sakura called the jerk himself over to our table. Him and his friends sat in front of us, which I think he did on purpose, because as soon as I was transferred to this class, he made some of those weird kids switch him tables.
Now, just because Sakura and Ino weren't friends, didn't mean that Sakura and Sasuke weren't friends. They were really good friends actually. If Sasuke ever cheated on Ino, I'd want it to be with Sakura, because he respects her for rejecting him. No girls do.
"Yes?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow at Sakura, stopping in front of our table. I pretended to be completely consumed by working on my clock.
"I heard about your arrangement at Naruto's house." Sakura said, putting her face in her hands and looking up at him with her big, green eyes.
"It must suck." Neji grunted, lounging back in his seat. "I wouldn't be able to sleep being in the same house as him." I lifted my eyes from my clock to Neji's pale orbs, glaring fiercely.
"Fuck you." I snapped and he smirked, as though he wanted me to say that.
"You would like to, wouldn't you?" He asked and I flushed immediately.
"Cut it out Neji." Kiba ordered, sitting on the far side of the table. Thank you Kiba. Neji turned around, his long, chocolate brown hair swinging across his back. He was such an asshole. Sasuke shook his head and looked back at Sakura, since he had turned his eyes on me and Neji.
"Well, I'm not surprised you heard." He said, his eyes landing back on me for a glance, then snapping back to Sakura. "What about it?"
"I actually have a really good idea." She told him and he looked interested, because Sakura's ideas were usually good. But I didn't like the look of it.
"Oh?" She nodded and gestured for him to come closer, so he leaned down so she could whisper in his ear. She did and when she finished, Sasuke looked like she had just spoken a big epiphany to him. I really didn't like the way this looked. He nodded slowly, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smirking at her. "Good idea indeed." Sakura gave that 'Well, what can I say?' shrug with her hands up. Sasuke looked at me again. I was glaring at him. He looked away. Bitch. "Just text me, okay?" Ooh, so this was something they didn't want me to know about huh? HUH?! I get it. On the downlow. Bitches.
"Okay." He turned around and flopped down in his chair just as my only other friend slouched into the room. Shikamaru Nara. I love this dude just as much as I loved Sakura. But I didn't love him like that. He was like the brother I've never had, always wanted, didn't exist. He wasn't a real noticeable guy, we never really talked when I had lots of friends and no one knew I was gay, but as soon as I was outcasted, he showed up and we became fast friends. He told me, as soon as we really started to be good friends, that he was completely straight and didn't want me coming onto him, but I let him know I didn't find him attractive and had no feelings like that for him. I don't know if he took it offensively or not. He wasn't unattractive though. He had brown hair and brown eyes, normal. That was just it. He was just really normal.
"Hey Shika," I greeted him, using his nickname. His name was such a mouthful. Shikamaru. Shi-ka-ma-ru. Four fucking syllables. Wait…Na-ru-to…okay, just had to make sure my name wasn't four. I probably looked dumb silently counting on my fingers, but oh well. Shika waved lazily and dropped down in the seat on the other side of Sakura.
"How's life with Sasuke?" Shika asked looking across the table at me and my eyes went wide as Sakura went ridged. Slowly, she turned her head to look at me. Shika smirked and shook his head, already knowing he had just placed me in deep shit. This school is full of bitches.
Classes drifted by in a blur. A very weary eyed, yawn filled blur. It was hard to stay awake today. I mean, it was Monday. Though, that was no excuse. I hate how everyone makes a big deal out of it. Like, who just does crazy, stay up all night shit on Sunday? Like the fuck? Just like everyday before I have school the next day, I go to bed early, wake up and get ready. Monday is no different. People that say 'Ohmybajeezes, it's Monday I'm so tired' all I can think is 'What the holy hell did you do Saturday that carried over all the way to Sunday night?' Like if you were so tired, then you should be able to take your ass to bed early that night? God, people these days.
Finally, a bearable class came around. Lunch. Thank God. And our school had amazing school lunches. Mmm, paradise. After lunch, I had Gym, then I got to go home. With Sasuke…damn. Just ruined my day.
Sakura and me walk to lunch together. Sakura's really popular, don't get the wrong idea, but she's just one of those girls that are so popular, that nobody cares who she hangs out with. So, her being best friends with the gay outcast kid, doesn't hurt her reputation. Plus, she's a girl. If it was a dude, then it be a whole other story. Like Kiba, which is why we don't hang out much anymore, but we still talk. But anyways, we're walking to lunch, talking about Sasuke. Surprise, surprise. She's always talking about him and sometimes it gets annoying, but then again it doesn't, because I hear a lot of things about him I never knew. Like girls he use to sleep with, stupid shit he does at parties when he gets drunk, which is rare, because he's sooo cool. I also hear about his family. His crazy, dysfunctional family. Which is not something I like to talk about.
OKAY! So, me and Sakura are walking and this is what happens. This guy walks past me, strangely close, but I don't notice till the last second. He literally tore my books out my hand, snatching them and tossing them down the hallway. I stop walking immediately, hearing him and his friends jeer loudly. One of them clap my on the shoulder, making me lose my balance. The kid that did it looked back at me as he walked on. Zaku Abumi. He was a football player, of course. A senior, a year older than me and he had a lot more muscle, but anger was boiling under my skin like hot lava. I hated being bullied. Despised it. And I wasn't like other kids who did nothing when they got bullied. Oh, I did something. And it was never pretty.
"You can stop laughing, because it's not funny." I snapped, glaring at the three idiots. Idiots. Idiots. Idiots. "And you can also pick my books up." Zaku let out a loud bark of a laugh.
"Now I really have something to laugh at, huh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and giving me a wide smirk. Red tinged my vision. I was shaking.
"Pick my books up." I deadpanned in a deep voice. My angry voice. I take pride in the only time my voice can go way deep, is when I'm angry. It scares people. Other times, it offered challenges. Like this time. Zaku stopped walking and gave me a looked that offered the idea I was crazy. I just might go crazy if he didn't pick my books up. Instead, he walks over to them, pulls his foot back and kicks them towards me. My note paper crumbles where his foot made contact, flying away in a different direction, but my math book slid and hit my feet. Alright, now I'm fucking pissed. Sakura grabbed my arm, holding me back, because I started walking towards Zaku, my fists clenched tightly.
"You're an asshole." She spat towards the Senior who laughed, shrugged.
"Who cares? He's a fag, he doesn't deserve to be here." Zaku insulted and her jaw dropped. That word. It was so offensive and rude and…oh my God, I'm gonna pop a blood vessel.
"Zaku." A deeper voice than my angry voice said. We all looked behind me where, surprisingly, Sasuke was standing. He didn't look angry, he didn't look upset. He looked bored. His arms crossed over his chest loosely and a slack look on his face, but his eyes betrayed something else. They were sharp and focused hard on Zaku. "Pick his books…up." Something in Sasuke's voice made shivers crawl on my spine and goose bumps rise on my skin. This was getting rather intense. Zaku was afraid of Sasuke. It wasn't something you could miss. A Senior afraid of a Junior was rare, but get Sasuke mad and he was ten times scarier than I was. Maybe because he had more muscle than me, but oh well. It just was. Zaku swallowed his pride loudly, walked to my notebook and picked it up. He stepped in front of me and grabbed my math book, giving me a look that screamed he was gonna get me for this. I didn't care.
"Here." He pushed my books against my chest slightly hard and I grabbed them, then smiled.
"Thanks!" I said happily and he sneered and snarled, turning around sharply and walking away with his friends. A hand came across the back of my head and I hissed, frowning.
"You're an idiot." Sasuke muttered. "Are you trying to get mutilated?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes, looking up at him.
"Mutilated, huh?" I gave him a charming smile. "Glad my Knight in Shining Armor was there then, aren't I?" I teased him and he scoffed heavily, glanced at Sakura, then stalked away. I chuckled, covering my mouth. God, I loved messing with him. It was relaxing. Sakura sighed, placing her fingers against her forehead in a stressful way and looking at me.
"You should thank him, you know?" She told him. Once again, I rolled my eyes.
"Why?" I whined, walking again and she walked next to me.
"Because Zaku wouldn't of fought you alone if it came to that. His friends would of jumped you right then and there and what would I been able to do?" She was honestly worried about me getting beat up. Awe. "Thank God Sasuke came around."
"Yeah, thank God." I muttered.
Our Gym was kind of a free play thing. Most boys played basketball, running up and down the court and getting all sweating and touching each other. Not my forte. The prissy, bitchy girls sat in the bleachers and talked about the boys or other girls. Sorry, I don't belong there either. The weird kids played ping pong. Yeah… I worked out in the Weight Room, or more commonly known as the Football players Kingdom. Fpk. Mhm. All the Football players in Gym went to the weight room, which is not the reason I go in there. I love working out the little muscle I have on me. Well, I kind of just run so I can work off anything I put on in lunch. Ha..
Sakura was in there with me and she always runs on the treadmill next to me. She's a track star, so she runs at almost a full sprint and talks to me like nothings wrong, while I'm over here panting like a dog and sweating all hard. It's embarrassing, but I need to build up my endurance. She tells me not to think about it, but what else am I supposed to think about? How great and toned her ass is? Now, I might be gay, but Sakura's has a great butt. Like DAMN! It was that kind of ass. She also had great legs. So many girls were jealous of her. But since I feel slightly awkward looking at it, I try to keep my mind on how bad my legs hurt and how my lungs are near to collapsing. Yep.
Kiba's in this Gym. He bench presses a lot of the time, because he has really nice biceps. Kiba is about as tan as I am, with spiked brown hair, but I think he spikes his with gel. Mines alll naturalll. Neji spots him, then they trade places and Kiba spots him. Some other forgettable Football players lounge around and workout lazily, but I don't really pay attention. I don't really pay attention to anything except…well, you know. Me dying.
A half an hour later, me and Kiba emerge from the boys locker room together, having light conversation about nothing. We talked about nothing a lot. It was a normal 'Hey' 'Hey' 'What's up?' 'Nothing, you?' 'Same.' 'Cool.' 'Yep, what you doing tonight?' 'Nothing, you?' 'Same.' 'Cool.' 'Yep.' 'Well, see you later.' 'Yep.' It just counts on who says Hey first. Usually him because he can't deal with standing by me and saying nothing. I can. I love awkward things…I'm kidding. But I can handle awkward situations better than most people. Most people mainly referring to Kiba. We use to be such good friends, now he's embarrassed of me. Not really embarrassed, I shouldn't be so hard on myself. Just cautious. I don't think he thinks I like him, because I don't. Yeah, he's attractive, but I don't like him. I don't really like any guy right now, I don't know any other gay guys. And I probably won't until I get out of this high school. I set a really bad example by coming out.
I part ways with Kiba at the exit to go to the student parking lot. I always bring my things to Gym so I don't have to go through everyone in the hall to get to my locker. I like seeing as less people as possible. That's how I get out of confrontations and ways to get me suspended, because I'm not afraid to beat someone's ass in school. Or anywhere else. It sucks sometimes. But oh well.
I make it out to Sasuke's car before he gets there and I wait by the passenger door like a good dog. The parking lot is full by now and this prissy blonde girl tells me to move so she can get to her door. I call her a bitch. She gives me a dirty look and gets in her car. I really need to control my mouth, but when people are mean to me, I just can't help it. Something in me snaps and I just say what I want to. Her and her little ugly ass car pull off and I have room to stretch out. God, Sasuke's taking forever. But I guess I do get here almost right after the last bell rings. He doesn't go to his locker before last class like I do, because he actually has a class. And you can't bring your locker things into class. School Policy.
Finally, I see him making his way over to me. He's alone, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder and before he gets within five feet of his car, he holds up his keys and the doors unlock. Oh, he's so nice. I open the door and get in, setting my books on the floor. I don't know why I'm bringing my books home, I'm not going to do my homework. I buckled my seatbelt as he opens the back door and tosses his bag back there, then gets in the drivers side.
"When are you going to get your license?" He asks me out of the blue, though I have a feeling he's just sick of having me in his car. I frown.
"Fine, I'll walk from now on." I snapped at him and he gives me this weird look, then shakes his head. He ran his hand through his hair, starting the car.
"No, I don't mean that. I don't mind driving you to school." That was weird. That was really weird. I held up my hand as he put his hand on the gear shift and he paused, looking at me.
"Okay, what the hell is going on?" I asked him. "First, you help me out with Zaku and now you don't mind giving me a ride to school? You've always hated giving me a ride to school."
"Yeah, to school. You're always late." He grumbled, changing his gears to Reverse and backing up. "And besides, Ino hates giving you a ride to school. Even though she doesn't drive. I only asked you, because I was curious." ….Yeah, that was weird as hell. This is just weird. But then something clicks in my super amazing and smart mind.
"You're up to something." I say to him and breaths a laugh.
"What?" He asked me, smirking lightly.
"You're up to something." I repeated, narrowing my eyes at him. "You're acting all nice, but for what? I'm not giving you any of my things." That made him chuckle.
"Okay." He rolled his eyes, his smirk wider now. "Whatever you say, Naruto." I stare at him for a really long time, thinking, but then I turned away and look out the window. He wants to play this game. Oh, we can play this game. I love games!
"Whatever Sasuke."
This story makes me laugh . Especially when he told Sasuke he wasn't allowed to have any of his things. Lmmaaaooo whooo! I'm funny. Hahah probably not, but I make myself laugh.
So, I hope you likkee it! Revieww for meee pleasseeee~^.^
