It's a given she's weird.

And she probably can't help that. Well, he believes she can't. She seems content with whatever she does. She obviously keeps the thoughts and whispers of nearby classmates in the back of her mind. The way she practically bounced around in the decent-sized yet dull library said so. The fact that she was only wears socks and left her buckled uniform shoes by her table told you that she felt extremely comfortable in the silence filled with plenty of students either reading for fun, studying for a huge test next period, or just to sleep around to time instead of being in the loud cafeteria. She was the perfect example for exotically un-usual.

Right now, she was looking for something. Her brows furrowed as she twirled strands of her loose low side ponytail, nibbling on her lower lip for a title of something she probably doesn't need. Hyuugas are naturally intelligent, there's no way she's actually studying. By the look of disappointment on her face, he imagined that whatever craved to have her hands on wasn't there. But that soon changed as she twirled to behind her and checked that shelf instead. Her fingers drummed against dozens of spines, a soothing thump as she progressed down the aisle.

Why was he even watching her? He only met her once! And spoke to her once no less. He wasn't even necessarily planning on getting to know her further! Sure, she was nice, and sure she was decently tolerable, but that doesn't mean they're friends. He has a strict "No girls" policy on that. Even so, she's probably the only female that could be an exception to that.

But Uchiha Sasuke had no people skills. Others fueled it for him. He could be an asshole to you but you'd just take it as friendly terms. In fact, most people who speak to him believe he's irritable to his closest friends. But obviously, that isn't the case. He didn't and wouldn't know what to do if put into a situation to become acquainted with anyone. She was just lucky he didn't snap at her. Because really, she seemed pretty cool from the party.

But that party was nearly two weeks ago.

And he should probably get to lunch. He had been sitting at his empty table—no one dared to ask him if they could sit there, that would be suicide—staring. And usually, he did this. Instead of losing his appetite to a bunch of apes who scream into your ear even when you're right next to them, or watch people older than you eat like pigs, he would just sit there and watch people. He figured, what the hell? Perhaps this could help with being more open-minded of my surroundings. He figured that maybe being a watcher would help him out in the long run. He could get into his college choice if he was friendly to the person interviewing him.

Get on their good side. Because let's face it, just because you have good grades doesn't mean a prestige college can't deny you entrance if you're a dick.

But he had long since halted watching anyone else but him. And although no student in the silent room said anything, he could feel their stares, and could hear the low mumbles around the room. Whatever. They're pretty fucking dumb for having to study anyway. Studying is for those who struggle. He was no struggling maggot.

Observing girls applying makeup at their tables was aggravating—uh, hello, there are restrooms for that shit. No one wants to see you look stupid as fuck applying eye shadow. And what's the point of makeup for school anyway if you're wearing an ugly uniform that in no way compliments your eyes? Sasuke nearly rolled his eyes as one of them winked at him. So he changed his spot and decided to look around.

Well, there were some freshman playing what could've been Pokémon on their DS. They were huddled in a corner of the magazines section, giggling silently as they battled one another. Nerds. Sasuke had to roll his eyes at that.

And after shifting his vision to another object of persona, he spotted the girl he tripped over at the party. Now at remembering the events that occurred, he was almost certainly going to laugh at the irony. She wasn't wearing shoes just like the last time, only at the very least; she had long, knee-high white socks on. He guessed that was okay. The carpet of the room wasn't dirty, if anything far from it. He just didn't think anyone would have the balls to do something so trivial. Well, he wasn't necessarily shocked she was the one who did it, of all people, but he thought she was shy around others. Far from that.

She found her book, he presumed. This was amusing. Watching as her skirt lifted slightly revealing her slender, pale thighs as she inched closer to her novel on her toes. Yes, he was human. Uchiha Sasuke was a man, of course he'd take a peek if given the opportunity. Even so, the whole visual was quite amusing. He would've laughed, but he didn't need to be scolded at for it. She had her tongue stuck out as she tried inching closer, and it got to the point where it aggravated him just how tiny she was. So, he got up, and walked over casually to take out the novel by its spine and placed it on her head.

She blinked and stared up. "Oh, hey, S-Sasuke." She smiled. "Thank you."

Ah, the stutter. He nearly forgot about that aspect of her. From watching her for so long doing things most kids would do in their homes alone, he had disregarded the fact that she had an impediment with speaking without cracking her words.

"Hn." He replied. He guessed he should let her talk. He didn't really know what to say next.

"A-are you here to steal books too?"

…did she just say steal? "You don't steal; you check them out and then return them." He drawled, hands in pockets. He forgot it took her awhile to take things in, too.

At that, she giggled. She was laughing…at him. As if there was a huge inside joke he didn't know about. That was sort of, kinda, pissing him off.

"You're hilarious." She noted. "I needed this," She opened the book, which he noticed had no title nor author, "For art." She said, smiling.

"Why not just use old newspapers? You'd have to pay for that." He pointed at the book in her grasp. She laughed again. He really didn't see what was so god damn funny. Tch. Girls.

"Not if you s-steal!" She whispered silently with a smile, her index finger over her lips. "I like messing w-with the librarian here. She's…what's an appropriate w-word. Um, rude? I don't use newspapers because the ink fades faster."

"You're destroying property."

She ignored him.

"Want to help me? Since I finished taking my Midterms I can leave early. I just need help cutting them into tiny pieces. " Again, that extremely kind smile from before. She had really nice teeth. But he probably already mentally complimented them two weeks prior.

He was considering it.

He didn't want to stay for lunch, and he took his exams—and more than likely aced every one of them—this morning. Aw, hell, why the hell not? He had nothing better to do anyway.

"Fine," His voice sighed. Although really, he was curious to see what was in her room. He's never been to a girl's room so casually before. Usually when he's invited it for…sexual things. He wasn't too keen on sex, really. So to be asked to join in on stealing library books just to cut books up and basically paint her wall with words, he was down. It was probably one of the most platonic and childish requests he was ever asked.

"Okay." She smiled. And didn't stutter. But she only said one word, so that's probably why.

Why he cared enough to calculate that, he had no idea.

When he entered Haruno Sakura's home, he thought less of it. It wasn't as glorious and enormous as his family's. it wasn't exactly as spotless as his, and his walls weren't filled with modeling images of her in bathing suits. How could her Father be able to eat in the dining room when every picture framed on the walls were of Sakura skinny dipping with random guys from the football team?

But the Hyuuga's?

God damn. They outdid themselves. It beat his home. He didn't think that was possible. Upon entering the main corridor, the beige tiled floors glossed. The huge, white windows had golden and long curtains complimenting them gracefully. A huge, white and grand piano was placed right by the huge walk-in closet with everyone's shoes on their respectable placemats. All framed portraits were paintings by famous local painters of Japan. He wasn't surprised they invested so much money into their home.

The Hyuugas were built on the term success. They took what they took and made themselves look like the most perfect set of human beings ever. He almost believed that to be true when he noticed the built-in baths for both men and women that he and his family usually drove almost an hour to get to. How convenient. He would probably ask her if he could use it sometime.

Did he just mentally suggest he was speaking to her after this? No. He was only going to just help with her wall, and then he was out.

"Like it?" She nudged playfully. "Mother designed it. She's an interior designer."

That would explain the amount of welcome and hospitality established as soon as he walked in. rather in his home, you felt insecure and unwanted given the fact that it was pretty obscure compared to the life in this home.

"Hn." As in, "So, where's your room?"

"Upstairs." She answered his un-spoken question as she led him up the standard yet golden steps. "No one's home, but if you want anything I can-"

"No, thank you." He politely declined.

She turned and smiled again. "Alrighty."

Her perkiness was poison.

She took out a set of keys from her breast pocket and opened up a standard white door with a plaque placed right about it reading some strange quote he didn't deem significant to further look into.

"So, this is it." She awkwardly laughed. Her room was huge. Well, for a tiny person like her, it was. It was smaller than his, that's for sure. But for someone so petite and short, this room felt like the size of his homeroom classroom. There were dozens of posters taped carelessly all over—he recognized band posters sprawled on her walls.

Her twin-sized bed was neatly made, dull, navy bed sheets over it. A Panda pillow was placed on top of her regular pillow. He turned to her and arched a brow.

She blushed, her fingers entwining amongst one another. "I-it was a g-gift."

'Right.'

Her closet had beaded curtains hovering over the slide door, and there was a white desk that complimented her bed greatly to his right with her laptop on it, closed. A huge stack of books which he could only assume were "stolen" from the library were piled amongst one another in a filthy like way, pages sticking out, and a pair of scissors right next to said books.

She wasn't kidding when she said she liked messing with the bitchy librarian. He almost felt sorry for the annoying witch that took the library's regulations too seriously.

"Anyway! Could y-you help cut the last four pages and just stick them in that square? After that, all I have to do is p-place the poster in the center above it." She smiled once more.

Nodding without hesitation, he was given the scissors and decided to skim through the novel.

He noticed the pages and just tore them out, although feeling guilty for dismantling a book for no true purpose besides for being a decoration for her room, which, he had to admit, was expected to be hers.

His hands began to cramp from cutting so much. He put the scissors down.

Turning back, he noticed her paying so close attention to assuring she was cutting within the lines. The concentration in her eyes was prevalent, and the way her tongue was sticking out of her mouth as she continued only proved how much of a perfectionist she definitely was.

"Thank you, Sasuke." She smiled once he was finished. I mean, all he did was cut up a stolen library book's pages. But it wasn't like his job was of waste. She apparently appreciated the efforts he made.

"What did you need these for?"

"Will you judge me?"

"What is it?" He asked again, not liking how she was avoiding a response.

"I like to make poems with words and I glue them to papers. I'm not good with writing on my own so I use words from o-other's."

"So basically you plagiarize." He deadpanned.

She laughed. She caught on that he was making a cheesy joke. "You're so...weird."

'No, stop it. You're weird too.'

"It usually takes me hours to do this stuff," she said laughing. "Thank you for helping me finish early, Sasuke."

"You're welcome." He said without thinking. Since when did he get so formal? He hadn't snapped at her, not once. He immediately thought that her kindness was contagious. "I should probably go," He hinted. He's seen plenty of high-school dramas to know what happens next.

The girl will try to kiss him, and after kissing, they go straight for the bed and bam!, a child is born.

He didn't need this shit, damn it. He only came to help and that was that.

She smiled again. "See you soon then, but you should p-probably stop staring at me, I saw you do it. You're not slick." She laughed. "What were you staring at for so long? Did I have s-something on my face?"

…she knew? He really needed to leave.

Although part of him didn't really want to. He felt calm and at peace. He wasn't angry or pissed, he just felt…content.

"See you, too." And he left.

A/N: Wow it's 1:44 AM and I wrote this. Uh, you guys owe me reviews. I haven't written in so long and I felt insane for not being able to but yeah here. I will update everything else soon! –personafour (Previously brandfuckingnew).