A/N: Helllloooo everyone! I'm back (again) with EXTREME APOLOGIES for not updating. I've had a tad of writer's block, and a major dose of procrastination. But, here's the newest chapter! I hope you all enjoy. I threw in quite a lot of drama in this fiasco of a chapter, so prepare yourselves; its only gunna get better. Or worse; depending on what perspective you're looking at this from.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto or any of these characters; only the plotline of this story. Nor do I own any products named in this chapter (pop tarts, Monster Energy drinks, ect. You get the point)
CHANGES: I've decided to change the traditional Kakashi-Sensei to Mr. Hatake, because, well, I'm more comfortable with it that way. I'll edit the first chapter later so they match.
WARNING: contains yaoi/boyxboy love. Story will contain VIOLENCE and SWEARING. YOU HAVE BEEN 'WARNED'
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I groan and open my eyes, rolling over in my sheets and getting comfortable before realizing that it's no longer summer break. Damnit. Do I really have to wake up? Maybe I can put it off for another few minutes….
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As I roll back over, I hiss in annoyance at my vibrating cell phone, watching it shiver and buzz it's way off the edge of my nightstand and clatter to the floor, where it continues to spasm and twitch with that ever-so-pleasant buzzing noise.
Reaching down and snatching my phone as it skittered across the floor, I flip it open and pull it against my ear, not bothering to check the caller ID.
"What?" I ask the caller, gritting my teeth in aggravation, waiting impatiently for a response.
I heard a cool and soft, yet smug laugh on the other end of the line before a familiar voice came on.
"You are aware that first period is officially over and that Homeroom is in… Oh, five minutes?" Asks Itachi; a chuckle still evident in his voice as he tried to keep it down.
Snapping my phone shut, I check the clock on the front screen of my phone, eyes widening in shock. It was almost 8:20am! Homeroom was at 8:25!
"FUCK!" I curse, throwing the sheets off my bed and scrambling to my dresser, ripping my uniform off the hangers and pulling it on.
"Stop cursing in my damn house!" Came Chiyo's muffled voice from downstairs.
Rolling my eyes, I can already tell that this day is never going to end…
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HOMEROOM
As I stuff the rest of the strawberry pop tart in my mouth, I swing open the door to room 316, munching on the breakfast treat and taking my seat at the back of the class next to Itachi.
"Lucky bastard…." Itachi mutters as I sit, smiling indignantly as Mr. Hatake walks through the door, feeding the class a phony story for his tardiness.
Mr. Hatake, as well as our history teacher, is our homeroom teacher. Every morning Mr. Hatake was always late to homeroom unless he had to teach a class first period class.
I smirk at Itachi as I wipe at the corner of my lips, rubbing off any excess crumbs leftover from my quick breakfast and dusting the crumbs from my hands off onto my pants.
Itachi rolls his crimson eyes at me before zoning out and focusing on something out the window past me. Easily recognizing that blank stare, I looked elsewhere, not wanting to disturb him when he was in thought. After a few moments, I turn forward and grab my Monster Energy drink from my bag and silently crack it open under my desk before taking a few sips of it as Mr. Hatake does the attendance rounds.
"What are you looking at, un?" I hear a soft, velvety voice whisper into my ear, and I immediately go rigid as I feel soft lips brush against my ear along with those questioning words.
Right about now, everything that was going good for me this morning just died a horribly gruesome death.
Deciding on not to act, I just stay still. It's something I saw on The Discovery Channel. If you stand completely still, the attacking animal would lose interest and go away or go find a rock to hump or something. Maybe this would work on psychotic ex-boyfriends?
"Just because you refuse to look at me, doesn't mean I'm not here, uhhnn" called Deidara again as if he read my thoughts, with lust lacing his voice as I feel his tongue flick over my ear.
Slightly shocked that Deidara was doing this in a public classroom, I involuntarily shiver at the wet touch.
:Whap-whap- Ffhfhfh-tlap:
"Un! What was that for, Itachi?!" Deidara cries out, making my ears ring because he failed to pull away from me before he decided on yelping.
"Stop molesting my boyfriend. Now." Comes Itachi's quiet and calm, but solid voice as he leans down and picks up the black notebook he apparently whipped at Deidara's face.
Even more shocked, I looked at Itachi, my closest friend, with a pale and horrified face. Is he doing this to help me or to screw me further into my grave?
"Hah! That's pretty rich, Uchiha, yeah. You and MY Sasori-koi? Are you even gay?" Deidara laughs loudly, causing the whole class to erupt into whispers once again, resulting with looks and pointing fingers directed at us.
Fuck. I'm so screwed. But, Deidara had a good point. What provoked Itachi enough to make him stand up for me by saying he's my boyfriend?? Where did that thought even come from? Itachi would never do something like that. He barely talks to begin with. Maybe he's just being a good frie-
"Yes. I'm gay, actually. Me and Sasori have been seeing each other since the end of sophomore year. It started over the summer." Deadpanned Itachi, leaving Deidara with his jaw hanging on it's hinges.
"WHAT?!" cry out both me and Deidara, staring bewilderedly at the silent Uchiha. Instantly shutting my mouth and coughing to cover up my slip of words, I was glad Deidara's voice overpowered mine in pitch, making me look like I was mouthing for help just before having a minor coughing fit.
"Are you okay, Sori-kun?" Asks Itachi, making me only cough harder. Groping around for my energy drink, I chug down about half of the bottle before the dryness in my mouth is satisfied.
"Y-yeah… I'm fine… 'Tachi-kun…?" I reply, trying to play along, and failing miserably.
"AHWWWW!! THAT'S SO CUUUTE!" came a massive, simultaneous sigh from about every girl in the class.
Absolutely mortified, I feel my face heat up right after the bell rings. No, It wasn't because of the attention from the entire class, or from Deidara whom was currently stalking me down the hallway to our art class, but it was because of the sole attention of Itachi, whom was holding my hand the entire way.
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SECOND PERIOD:
ART
Sighing, finally giving up and sitting at a three-seater table, Deidara, who has been walking on my heels the entire trip to class, instantly plunks his supplies down and sits across from me, smiling at me and occasionally tapping his shoes against mine.
"Stop." I say, kicking my leg out and hitting him in the shin.
"No, yeah." Deidara says back, batting his eyelashes and rubbing his leg against mine.
"Yeah, yeah." I say, mocking him and giving him my best death glare.
"Don't make fun of my fucking speech impediment, un!" Deidara hisses at me, suddenly pissed and stomping down on my foot.
Masking a cringe, I roll my eyes and prop my elbow up and lean on my palm, pulling the hood of my rusty-red colored hoodie up and waiting for the bell to ring or for the teacher to arrive.
And of course, before I could even relax, I feel myself get whacked by paintbrushes and paper that seemingly flew from nowhere in front of me, and I hear Deidara call out above me in a sickeningly sweet voice the absolutely worst thing I could hear, ever.
"SAIIIII-KOIII Come sit with us, I found our old friend, yeah!!"
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THIRD PERIOD:
CALCULUS HONORS 1
Slamming my books down on my desktop next Itachi, I grit my teeth as Deidara dances over next to me looking like he was on cloud nine before sitting behind me once again.
Itachi looks at me and I see his eyebrow twitch in sympathy again, and he looks somewhat apologetic before the mask of stoic-ness goes back up.
" I heard about art class." He mouths to me before handing me the black notebook.
I nod in acknowledgement and snatch the book, standing next to my seat and flipping through the book to the tabbed page and waiting for the teacher comes in and start an introduction. I expect all of my classes to be nothing important; Just introductions, icebreakers, and getting to know our fellow classmates or get situated and comfortable with the buildings and classrooms before we start real work tomorrow. When finally at the desired page, I start reading the note in Itachi's neat handwriting to myself
I'm sorry for the abrupt decision this morning; I didn't mean to say it. Seeing you like that with Deidara made me more uncomfortable than it did you being in that position. In all actuality, there's a truth behind every lie.
My heart starts pounding. What is this note about? Is he going to explain what happened this morning? I continue down the page to the rest of the writing, eager and slightly nervous for Itachi's explanation.
I'll try and be blunt.
I'm gay. I do like you as more than friends; and I have for quite a long while. I do want to go out with you; but the decision is up to you. We can stay friends if it bothers you too much. I have a hockey game tonight at Sarutobi High. Want to come with me and go out for dinner afterwards?
I. Uchiha
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Comes the sound of the notebook as it flutters and clatters to the floor.
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Comes the sound of my unconscious body following after it; the last things I see before blackness blots out my vision and silence overcomes my ears were Itachi's rose-red eyes connecting with mine as he stands and pulls my desk back, trying to catch me before I fell, people crowding around, and hearing someone yell, "Call the nurse!"
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A/N: welll? What do you think? Once again, I'm terribly sorry about my horrid updating-rate; I've been working a lot on Deviantart and Allpoetry, and I completely forgot to write this chap until I got an email of someone who commented.
BUT ON THE BRIGHT SIDE: It's April Vacation! I have a full week of nothing to do but write for this story, so expect a chapter either every day or every two days. Sound good to you guys?
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