It's been one week since you looked at me,
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.

'I don't understand what I did wrong,' I wailed to Kiba, rather melodramatically, 'Sasuke won't even look at me, it's like I'm not even there...' I slumped against my locker and ran a hand through my luscious blonde hair- which I gel and spike each morning to look like a total stud. It showed just how upset I was- ruining fifteen minutes of careful styling. Kiba on the other hand, was more concerned that because since I was leaning against my locker, he couldn't get to his.

'Stop acting like a baby, you're the second biggest guy in our year and here you are snivelling about your failed love-life. Why don't you just go ask him what's stuck up his butt today?' Kiba grumbled, shoving me aside. He tossed a few books into his locker along with the worn grey hoody he had been wearing over his shirt. The sleeves were badly frayed- all the work of Kiba's puppy, Akamaru. Everything Kiba owned had either been chewed on or ingested by Akamaru at some point, but he didn't seem to mind.

'Don't talk about my boyfriend like that!' I said, appalled. I said the word boyfriend a little dreamily, too, because it was true! Sasuke Uchiha was my boyfriend. Okay; I was on 'probation' as he put it.

'Naruto, you're scaring me. You're bi; I get it, but please, stop acting like a girl.'

I scrunched my nose up in mock anger and then burst out laughing. 'Yeah, you're totally right. But I've never felt this way before-'

'Sure you have,' Kiba said, trying to stuff his math book into his already full bag, 'You liked Sakura for ages in the fourth grade.'

'No, this is different, I definitely like Sasuke more. I don't even think I'm really gay... I just like Sasuke. I mean, he looks like a girl.'

'Don't let him hear you say that or he'll deck you,' Kiba snickered. 'I still can't get over what you said to him, funniest thing I have ever heard!' His voice took on a high falsetto. 'Sasuke, you're the prettiest girl I've ever met in my entire life-'- he ducked under my fist- '-marry me!'

'Shut up!' I hissed. It wasn't one of my proudest moments. I still had a black eye.

'Seriously though; you've got to start acting like a man or Sasuke will chew you up and spit you out, and I don't want to have to sew all the bits of bloodied pulp back together when he's done with you.'

'Don't worry; I'm not planning on letting that happen.'

Kiba zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder with a sigh. 'I'm going to go talk to someone sane. Try and manage until lunch, and please don't hurt yourself.'

Sasuke's in my form. I have home-room and three classes with him, but our extra classes are all different. I take art and technical graphics, he does business and music. I do German, he does Spanish. When I bounced happily into my form room and pulled a chair up to Sasuke's desk, I was not expecting him to ignore me but all I got was a bored-sounding 'Go away, dobe.'

Well, fine. Maybe he needs his space. I can deal. I shuffled back to my seat with a confused expression. I saw his eyes narrow. He looked away and resumed talking in a low, attractive voice to the girl beside him- the vice president, Karin. I glared at the back of her head sourly.

As the day went on, I became more and more distressed. Sasuke wouldn't even look at me when we passed in the hallway. He glided right on by, his dark eyes looking right through me. After half a day of the 'You Don't Exist in My Perfect Sasuke World' I was getting pissed off. I decided not to eat lunch with Kiba and the others. They were as tired of my bitching about Sasuke as I was about Sasuke being a bitch. I sat at a small table against the wall, one with only two chairs. I dumped my lunch tray unceremoniously onto the table and stabbed at my mystery meat demurely.

'Mind if I take a seat?'

A familiar dark-haired Uchiha slid into the seat opposite me, an almost-smile on his face, but without a trace of warmth. He had on his tray a tomato. A single, red tomato. Eh. No wonder he looks so scrawny, if that's all he eats for lunch. I kept that to myself. No way was I going to express my thoughtful concern for his health after the way he had treated me today.

'Go away, bastard.' I crouched over my meal and gave him a dirty look.

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, and I knew his 'social' act was over for the day. 'What did you say?' he hissed, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint.

'You heard me,' I said gruffly. 'Scoot your girly ass somewhere else.' His pupils narrowed to slits. 'Preferably over there, by your perfect friends,' I muttered quietly, but he heard. The fight left his eyes and his face took on a bored, knowing look. He sat back down and put his elbows on the table, resting his head on his right arm and staring at me from under his bangs.

'I have my own life you know. And you, Mr. Usuratonkachi don't quite fit in.'

'Then why the heck did you accept my confession?' I cried and slammed my hand on the table.

'I was bored.'

'So I'm just... A...plaything to you?' I said in a harsh whisper. My hand-on-table action had turned quite a few heads.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow and bit into his tomato. Like a vampire, I thought spitefully. But it was incredibly hard to try and hate him right at that moment. Some tomato juice was dribbling down the side of his chin. I leaned over the table and wiped the corner of his mouth with my thumb gently, catching the faintly red juice.

Tomatoes are fruits, right?

Sasuke didn't smack my hand away. He stiffened slightly at my tender expression, and turned his head away. Probably to bluuuuursh- I hummed to myself.

'Hands off,' he mumbled, 'And you should be flattered. The fact I'm even sitting here is proof that I find you...'

Charming? Sexy? Handsome?...Irresistible?

'Well,' Sasuke waved his hand, 'Not boring.'

I deflated.

'So,' Sasuke said after a while, with a calculating look. 'Don't disappoint me.' He got up and walked off, leaving the empty tray on the table.

That was the fastest I had ever seen anyone eat a tomato. He must really like those... Suddenly I wasn't very hungry any more. True, I had really liked Sakura in the fourth grade, but I'd never done anything about it. This was really new to me. Sasuke was new to me. Then I realised I'd never really made a plan for after Sasuke became my boyfriend. I hadn't thought yesterday was actually going to happen. Now Sasuke expects me to be a real boyfriend, but I haven't done this before! How the heck should I act around him? What kind of guy does he like?

I clutched my head. 'Ow...' I hated thinking, oh so, so much. I would just do guy things with him. I've known Sasuke since kindergarten, and it was quite a shock to me when I discovered that I actually sort of... liked him.

Through the years, nothing had really changed. Sasuke was still the smartest and most talented kid in class. He was also the most popular. Even to our tiny kindergartener minds, Sasuke was so cool. He learnt to read the fastest, had the neatest writing, spoke like an adult... I really, really, wanted to be his friend. But there was one problem with that. Sasuke seemed to hate me. Really, hate me. So, I reacted the only way I knew how; with my fists. We got into countless scuffles. The teachers labelled me as a trouble maker and that was just plain unfair, but I was always secretly happy. Only I could get under Sasuke's skin well enough for him to lash out, and break his stoic mask of superiority.

Thinking back I would say we were actually friends in a way that no one could describe.

Then I had started liking Sakura, a really sweet girl with bubblegum pink hair and pretty green eyes. She is still the strongest girl in school, and a great athlete. I had told Sasuke I liked her in one of those rare moments we had actually not been at each other's throats. I had felt close to him that day. We were in the playground sitting on the swings- everyone had gone home and we were the only two left. It had felt really good. We could have become best friends, if only Sasuke hadn't gone and done what he did.

A week later I saw them kissing; I remember feeling really angry, and hurt. After that, I just plain hated Sasuke, although he and Sakura never became a couple.

Middle school, I decided we were not friends. Our class had to be split into two because there were too many students and so I hardly ever saw Sasuke, except for parties or school events. It was easy to avoid him, too easy. He must have been avoiding me as well.

When the unthinkable happened, we were put into the same form, it was different. We were different. I had had a growth spurt, and Sasuke had become the class president. What exactly got me to liking him? I guess a mix of feelings, hormones, and the realisation that when I saw him kissing Sakura I was mad because she had her face glued to him. My Sasuke. Then there was the guilt and the secret longing for our old friendship, which was really dumb because I didn't just want to be Sasuke's friend. I liked him oh so much more.

Kiba snapped his fingers in front of my face a few more times. 'Earth to Naruto?'

'Whut?' I jumped out of my seat and nearly knocked over the table.

'Lunch is already over,' Kiba said with a mildly worried look on his face. The whole cafeteria was empty.

'Oh, so it is,' I said cheerfully, rubbing the back of my neck. 'I'll uh, just go to my locker then.' I fled down the hall-way, scolding myself for zoning out again.

Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together come back and see me