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"Oh. Come on Sakura."
"Shikamaru. Stop being so lazy. It's the second week of school and you're already like this."
'What's going on in that pink head of yours?' I kept my gaze secretive at the girl two seats down, across from my row. Cheerfully chatting with the class number two in rank [behind me of course], Shikamaru Nara, a genius, that was what he was known for. Cheh. Genius for nothing if you didn't actively utilize it. He was the laziest person to walk the earth.
Hn. 'Stop talking to him.' I was very irritated. Earlier she was gossiping with the blond klutz during Psychology. Then she ignored me when I asked her a question in Calculus. Damn it. We were the only juniors surrounded with a bunch of senior-nerds. At least be courteous. 'Stupid Pinky.'
Yes, 'Pinky', I gave her that name and had been calling her like that since elementary school. It surely amused me whenever she got all angry from the name. Foolishly enough, she always responded. Heh. Pinky as well as stupid. Of all the colors, she chose to dye her hair. It had to be Pink. Really? Pink. That was an annoying hue of color. I guessed being born with a curvy feminine body, boobs and long legs weren't enough to prove that she was a girl. She had to dye it pink. Then again. What was her real hair color? Hm. I could get that answers if I have a chance to look at… 'Fuck.' That was too much thinking.
"Hey. Give it back." They were creating a ruckus now. In a class of eight, it was as if the room was packed with twenty screaming kids.
Keeping my head low, my eyes glanced sharply in her direction without moving my head, giving the impression of me, resting on my arms. I could feel the heat building up within my stomach. Anger filled my mind at the earlier incident.
She was unaffected. Effort wasted and I had to sacrifice my [godlike] body to give that red head a hug. Wanting to tease her mad, to know what her reaction would be like when I hug her rival in debate team. I thought she would throw a couple of her bad pun comments at me. Or better, a bitch fight. But all I got was a dim-witted blank face. Argh. Of all the girls, why did Karin have to be the first one here? Ino would have been a better choice since those two always fight in the hallway. A friend hate-hate relationship—they called it. Girls. Too bad she wasn't in any of my classes. Hn. Then again, it was lucky too, less fan girls to annoy me. It was enough to have Karin and the other girls in this class. And there were only three, including Pinky.
Sigh. Okay I admit it. That hug was pretty 'okay'.
Fine. It felt 'nice'. Karin wasn't lacking much girl [woman] complex. Her body was acceptable since she isthe vice-captain of the cheerleader team. However, there was her irritating pitchy voice, a showoff-over-achiever attitude, and everything else synonym to a drama queen. She did have her good side but… My body suddenly shuddered as my eyes accidentally spotted Karin, a seat further up from Pinky.
'Is she licking her lips while looking at me? The Fuck?' Yes. A really long thankful sigh from me, she didn't meet my gaze.
I gave an inward snort as I remembered how Karin acted all modesty and slightly shy away when I hugged her but she didn't let go when everyone else came in.
I closed my eyes for a bit. Thinking. Why did I do that? Why did I hug Karin in front of Pinky? I groaned into my arms.
Damn. That teacher. Must he always be so damn late?
