Uchiha Sarada was the perfect girl. Everyone in the Academy knew who she was, since she president of the elite class; you may be wondering what "the elite class" is. Well, those who belonged to that group had the highest grades and the most perfect looks, they all looked like movie stars. Everyone knew who belonged to the elite, and a girl like Sarada was not only known but also respected.
Nonetheless, as a president she had many things to do, campaigns to organize, she had to maintain her perfect grades, and be the perfect daughter; she didn't have time to remember names nor deal with brats. Nobody seemed to have issues with her forgetful memory nor petty attitude but one.
Uzumaki Boruto. The sports star, the prodigy.
He had a gift with sports but also in math, that earned him an invitation to the elite group right when he enrolled in the Academy.
He still remembered the first day of school; he didn't know anyone on this new class and his first move was to sit in the front row, and then look at the clock. He was there 40 minutes before the bell rang, the rest of his classmates probably wouldn't arrive at least 30 minutes later, or that's what he believed for two seconds.
Suddenly, the door opened and a girl with long and perfectly brushed black hair entered the room; he looked at her and noticed her red glasses, pale skin and neat uniform. He was sure that she was the perfect stereotype of a nerd and shy girl. Nevertheless, it seemed that he was bad at judging people, because the moment that thought came into his mind, the perfect girl in front of him turned around and spoke.
"Excuse me, but you are in the wrong class. I invite you to leave this room since you obviously don't belong here; nobody in this class is earlier than me."
She walked straight to the door and opened it for him. For Boruto, this mean attitude was beyond rudeness, he felt insulted. Frowning, he stood up and showed her his schedule.
"Wait a minute, I was transferred and, as your new classmate, I have to say that you are being very disrespectful, you…" he made a pause to find the proper insult "you stiff and rude girl." He felt like a champion after saying that, but his new enemy was already away from him, writing the date on the board.
"I'm sorry, did you say something ? Don't speak so loud and sit down."
Boruto was amazed by her lack of interest on him. She just ignored him and pretended as if nothing happened, who was this girl?
Later on that day, he learned that she was president of the class and all the rumors behind her back. Boruto wanted to hate her, but deep down he knew that he felt attracted to her and that mysterious personality. He suddenly felt like he needed to know more about her and get close to her.
As the days passed, he made new friends, gained popularity and she didn't even know his name still, no matter how many times he tried to get close to her. That was until a specific incident.
"You, the blond with whiskers, you were late, again." she scolded him.
One of the president's duties was to check if everyone was on time every day, punctuality was one of the qualities of the elite class. She started to notice one of her classmates showing up ten or fifteen minutes late to their first class, interrupting the teacher in turn and that obviously pissed her off.
Boruto only rolled his eyes and sighed. It was lunchtime and he was about to eat his precious bento when he felt the tap on his shoulder.
"Listen, Sarada" Since day one, Boruto learned her name and everything about her. "I was walking to school, a dog came out of nowhere and chased me for fifteen blocks and I got lost. I had to call my parents and they brought me here later, I could have died, you know." He finished his dramatic and obviously fake story and wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye, proud of his acting.
Clearly Sarada didn't buy that, she was smarter. She threw him a glare that could scare even the bravest man on Earth, which sent shivers down his spine, and crossed her arms.
"Well, I didn't come here to listen to your lame excuses. It's Wednesday already and I cannot allow not even one single member of my class to be late so many times, fix that problem, now." With that said, she turned around and walked away, but she didn't go far because Boruto grabbed her wrist.
"If you're going to start telling people to fix their problems, you should start to fix your own first, don't you think?" Now he was pissed, pissed of months of her cold and petty attitude towards him. He had never heard her calling him by his name, not even once, just "you" or "the blond one". Sometimes she even forgot about his existence in class. The only thing he wanted was to stop being invisible for her, even if he didn't want to admit it, he had a kind of crush on her but she never looked at him.
"You think that you are so smart and pretty, with your perfect and beautiful face, acting like a queen, the ruler of this class, giving orders to everyone, but you don't even know your own classmates, the only things you care about are your grades and looking good in front on the teachers. And for your information, no, I'm not "that blond with whiskers" I'm Uzumaki Boruto for you."
He finished his big speech and finally dared to look at her eyes, they were wide open in surprised; he guessed that nobody had ever called her out before and she was just in shock. That was when he realized he might have stepped over the line when he noticed that the entire class was looking at them and their little scene. Embarrassment and regret. The only two words that could describe how he felt at that moment.
"I… I'm sorry." Was the last thing he said before leaving the classroom and running away to the only place he could find peace right now, the rooftop.
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Sarada couldn't believe what happened, a random classmate, at least for her, just told her so many things right to her face creating a scene. She felt annoyed and angry with the blond, for he publicly humiliated her. The worst part of it was that she was feeling guilty.
She could see how hurt he was when she looked at his blue eyes. Maybe she wasn't a good president as she thought, maybe she was too focused on her duties and not on her classmates as much as she needed to. Maybe she did act like a petty selfish girl. She needed to think about what had just happened, and find a properly apology to her blond classmate, wait, not blond classmate; his name was Boruto. She tried not to forget that anymore.
As a president, she had access to the school plans and that's how she found out that the school actually had a rooftop with benches to sit on and relax; after that, she decided to make the rooftop her happy place, but of course she didn't know that someone else also used it as a happy place too.
She opened the door and walked to her favorite spot to be immediately stopped at the moment she saw a blond-haired dude throwing rocks to the sky looking pretty down, fortunately, he hadn't noticed her just yet.
Sarada could have turned around and try to find another place to think, but something in her heart told her that she should just go there and apologize, and things would be okay.
Following her heart, she decided to walk and she stood right behind him, thinking about the correct words to say, but she didn't have enough time. Boruto turned around and looked at her with the same big blue eyes she just noticed a couple of minutes before. They both stared at each other in awkward silence, waiting for the other one to talk first, but neither of them said anything.
"I'm sorry!" Both had gathered enough courage to say it and ended up spilling it at the same time.
"No, I'm sorry" Same thing happened.
"Why are you sorry?" And again.
They looked at each other one more time and they started laughing. Boruto moved aside on the bench and invited her to sit with a gesture. Sarada gladly accepted and sat next to him, feeling a lot better than before.
"So… I'm sorry I've been such an idiot the whole semester, Boruto."She finally said. Sarada was not used to admit that she made a mistake, so that was all new to her, and Boruto was able to see that she was having a hard time, so he decided to let it go.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I yelled at you and made a scene, and for being late to class, I promise from now on I'll be the first one to arrive." He said with one of his classic smiles.
He looked so happy, he finally made his crush to remember his name and he was actually having a conversation with her.
"Like when you first came here? You were on the classroom before me back then, I was surprised." Sarada looked up to the sky, remembering the very first time they met with a smile, unlike Boruto who looked like he was about to explode.
"You… do you remember that? I thought I was invisible." He couldn't believe what he just heard; he got used to remember their first encounter as a bitter memory; surprisingly he was sitting next to her, he couldn't believe it.
"I do. I was surprised when I saw that someone arrived before me, I couldn't allow it and now I arrive one hour before the class starts."She confessed with a tiny giggle, and began to tell how her own mother couldn't believe her when she announced that she wanted to be at school so early every morning, and all the things she had to go through in order to make her goal come true.
Boruto listened to her story and felt so amazed by the girl beside him; he couldn't wait to hear more of her stories someday.
"After all this, I think we could actually be good friends, you know."He said with a wide smile on his lips.
"I think so too, Boruto." She finally said after a moment, smiling at him like she never smiled at anyone before.
End.
