Chapter 2
Disbelief
"Deidara!" Kakashi called, and Deidara turned to face his locker. He had been crushing on Kakashi as long as he could remember, and, every time he talked to him, he got chills. Of course, Deidara knew that Kakashi was probably straight, and, unfortunately, Deidara would never even have a chance to get to know him the way he wished he could. He quickly grabbed his binder and slammed his locker.
"Yeah," Deidara said, hoping to god he wasn't blushing. He felt Kakashi standing right behind him and, reluctantly, he turned to face him.
Kakashi, as usual, looked sexy as hell. His hair, which was naturally white, was spiking off to the left, and he had a smile on his face—he used to always wear a mask, but, lately, he had been wearing it less and less. Kakashi wore black jeans with a tight black shirt that hugged his athletic build. His eyes, one bright blue, the other blood red, held the same intensity they always did. Deidara felt his heart flutter as he held Kakashi gaze.
"What," Kakashi asked, puzzled, "Do I have something on my face."
"U-Umm n-no," Deidara stammered, "I was just looking at your eyes!" God Dammit! Why the hell did I say that out loud?!
Kakashi smiled. "I know my eyes are great," he teased, "but have you looked at yours lately? You're getting better with that makeup stuff." Deidara looked down at his feet, his arms clutching the binder to his chest, to hide his blushing.
"I am having a party this Saturday," Kakashi continued, "and I wanted to tell you to make sure you are there. No exceptions, I want you at my party."
Deidara dropped his binder and his papers spilled out all over the floor. Did he just… ask me out… to his own party?!
"Umm, you dropped something," Kakashi teased as he bent down to pick up the papers. Deidara felt as if he were about to die. The binder that he had so carelessly dropped was his art binder. He knew it had at least a dozen sketches, paintings, and charcoals of Kakashi.
"I got it!," Deidara shouted as he dove to his knees and began to frantically collect all of his drawings, drawing the attention of everyone who wasn't already looking at him.
He sighed with relief as he put the last one back in its place.
"Thank you Kakas—" Deidara's words choked off as he saw Kakashi holding a drawing, his eyes lighting up with surprise as he looked over it.
"You forgot this one," Kakashi said as he handed the drawing of himself shirtless to Deidara.
I could die right now, and I wouldn't mind at all. A bullet anyone? I'm waiting… "T-Thank y-you…" Deidara murmured.
"No problem," Kakashi said, "besides, that drawing was pretty good, though it looks better in person." He winked.
Deidara felt as if he were about to faint. "I-I'm sure…"
"Well," Kakashi laughed, giving Deidara another wink, "one of these days you will have to see for yourself." He poked Deidara's binder, which he now held so tightly to his chest his knuckles were white, and walked off.
Okay, that couldn't be real. He just… I could die. The bell rang, snapping Deidara out of his stupor.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath as he began to run through the halls, "I'm late for class, again." However, Deidara wasn't really worried about that. His art teacher, Mrs. Chiyo, was delightfully insane, and Deidara, being incredibly gifted in arts, was her favorite student. Konan was even in that class with him. The only downside was that Tobi, the weird kid who wore a hoodie concealing his face all the time, was in that class, and Deidara was beyond annoyed by him.
"Oh well," Deidara sighed as he walked into art, "I have the party to look forward to Saturday. Tobi can piss me off as much as he wants; I won't let it get to me…"