Disclaimer: Moi, je n'ai pas Naruto. (Me, i dont own naruto)

Sasu-teme says go die!

love ya too!

Lover-to-be

I was out when I shouldn't be, I was out in the pitches, I had lost my lunchbox, I was looking for said lunchbox. You get the general idea.

So there I was, on the brink of insanity (which is about a couple of kilometers away from the actual brink as far as I'm concerned), about to plunge into something I had never done before.

Yeah, that's it, I was skiving.

This is, if you consider it carefully, something completely normal for someone aged 16, but oh no. Not me. Not the girl who comes top in EVERY subject (yeah, even sex ed). Not the girl who's never done anything wrong thus far in her life.

…You get the point.

Let's get to the point; there I was, by the tree situated right next to the school's football pitches, sweating. I took the first step. The first step of a new life, a life of crime (I'm not very sure if skiving/innocently looking for my lunchbox counts).

Either way you put it I was just walking to the pitches, I didn't expect to see who I was about to see there, whether or not I had yet to realize his current social stat.

There he was. There HE was, there stood him of the dark obsidian eyes that any of his fangirls would kill to drown in. Him of the long lean legs, and dark, spiky, soft looking hair.

Uchiha Sasuke-san stood before me, giving me a look that just seemed to display a banner saying 'go die'. My heart skipped a beat; my stomach did a couple of flips and hit my ribcage. No, I did not like Uchiha-san. I just admired his six packs.

I jumped when I saw him standing there, glaring at me (which is not a way of undressing someone with their eyes, no matter what Ino says!).

"U-U-Uchiha-san?" I had managed to use the deep breath maneuver Hinata-chan had taught me a few days ago to relieve stress. This is the first time it has actually done something relatively useful.

"Haruno" he smirked, a lopsided smile that would have made any girl swoon, fangirl or no fangirl. "This is the last place I expected to see you".

"W-well..." I began, looking at my sneakers.

"Save it" he interrupted me "you're skiving for once aren't you?"

"I'm not skiving" I said curtly, my stammers having died down.

"Then what?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm..." But I wasn't able to finish my sentence. We heard a high-pitched shrill, our heads snapping towards the sound. Our eyes met those of the football coach, and of his team. Green and black met blue and many other various eye colours, but mostly the cerulean ones of Uchiha-san's best friend. Uzumaki Naruto stood about twenty feet away from us, a big, cheesy grin plastered on his tanned face.

"OI SASUKE-TEME, SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN DATING SAKURA-CHAN?!" The blonde screeched (who stands up to his namesake every moment of his life) even though he was a mere twenty feet away from us.

He had got it so, so, so wrong.

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