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Sweet Dreams
Chapter 3
She almost tripped on it again.
She was rushing towards the printer as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. If he hadn't gotten up at the last minute, pushing his chair back and eliciting a dull screech, she wouldn't have looked up and noticed the white wire.
When she did, utter despair rose in her and she turned around warily.
She met his eyes for a brief second before breaking away pathetically. "Sorry," she muttered in a slur as she daintily lifted her right foot and set it over the other side of the wire.
She took another fleeting glance at him.
His sharp green eyes bored right back at her with such intensity that she took a step back.
"Sorry," she repeated again, softer now as her voice trembled.
The penetration of his eyes made her flinch inwardly, and it seemed to her as if he could see right through her, straight down to the core.
Her weaknesses, all laid out in front of her.
She gulped.
No doubt he must've heard it.
She turned her heated face to the ground as he closed his Macbook shut and unplugged the battery cord.
He finally spoke, his voice flatly empty. "Don't toss sorrys so carelessly. They don't mean anything."
Her head swerved to meet his eyes for a last time as he strode away from her.
Her head tipped forward to the ground, finding no words to counter his bleak statement. None came.
There was such a note of finality in his voice that made it so there weren't any words to fill in the blanks.
It was weird how someone you never saw before all of a sudden seemed to be everywhere.
Before the whole incident, he was just an ordinary stranger that faded into the back. Just a foggy face in the blur of the background.
Yes, Konoha High was tiny, so there weren't massive clouds of people to use as an excuse. But Sakura never saw him anywhere, during break or even in the cafeteria, a room that was applicable to all students of each grade.
He was in her history class, but he always blended in the back rows of the room, and as a straight-A student, she always sat in the front row.
But now, walking down hallways and across the lawn to get from building and building, a flash of red hair always caught her eye and her eyes would catch the boy's pale face- his inscrutable almond eyes, his grim frown sealed frozen on his face.
And sometimes she found herself looking for him, her eyes looking straight through packs of students to try to spot a particular redhead.
It was pathetic, strange, stalkyish -whatever you preferred to call it- but most of all, it was confusing.
Why was she so interested?
He was no one.
He was nothing.
No one even knew who he was.
She'll comment to her friends about how there were so many blondes and brunettes and black haired and how it was strange there were no redheads in the school, and expecting a reply 'oh, there is one and his name is Gaara', she was dismayed to find her friends nodding their heads in agreement albeit confused on the randomly tossed comment.
They've only encountered twice, but she already had his dispassionate voice recorded in her voice.
He was…
What was the word?
Interesting?
Unemotional?
"People are too stupid to learn from their mistakes. Too obstinate, too ignorant, too emotionally hindered. Humans will never be able to learn from their mistakes."
Different?
Maybe it's stupid to already be so obsessed with this one guy she's only just met but-
For one thing,
He was real.
In seventh grade, Sakura's science teacher had advised everyone to observe, to pay attention to the little details of every situation. He said, little details hold more importance than the general sketch, because everyone understands the basic. The little details, though, are only picked up by the ones who pay attention and care. And these little details are the ones that give you a wider scope of understanding. It gives you an advantage.
To this day, she still firmly believed in the statement.
In ninth grade, she used it to gain advantage over other Itachi fan-crazy girls. Well, it actually never took effect, because she fell out of her puppy obsession-
She mustn't say his fan girls don't know anything about him. She was certain they all know his birthday, his favorite color, his personal food tastes, his license plate, his address (probably even been to his house before), his class schedule, his electives, his body size… The list just went on and on.
But all those don't matter to the one detail she knew.
And that was he hated Sasuke.
It wasn't just limited to brotherly hate.
It was extended to the point where if given the scenario, Itachi would kill him.
It wasn't just speculation.
It was pure fact.
And okay, she wasn't honest before.
She switched her attention to Sasuke because she figured if the two of them started a relationship, Itachi would turn his attention on her to try to leverage an advantage over his brother.
That never happened because after a year of observation, she must say Itachi has some major issues.
Hot bods just aren't everything.
This was what she knew so far:
1) He has green eyes and red hair
2) He owns a Macbook
3) He has history third period
4) He likes to sit at the back of the class
5) He believes human's crude emotions hinders their ability to progress
6) He doesn't believe in sorrys
At the end of the week, this was what Sakura knew about Gaara:
1) He is a junior (no wonder none of her classmates knew who he was)
2) He keeps to himself
3) He is intelligent
The point was-
She's been a champion observer for two years already, and this was all she knew about him. It was almost impossible to try to pin down a general picture of the guy!
He was unreadable.
Or rather, he wanted to hide, and he was smart enough to.
She had always prided herself on noticing the little details only she knew, but with him, she still knew absolutely nothing.
It was strange.
Why would he close up to everyone around him? He had no friends, talked to no one, mysteriously disappeared during breaks-
Of course, it was very easy to make assumptions, and she had to remind herself daily not to believe in any of them with regard to the facts. Only observe and note the facts, she told herself.
The ambiguity of it all overwhelmed her initial frustration and anger.
In the end, she just had to conclude to herself she wasn't trying hard enough.
So maybe she couldn't understand him just by observing.
But there were other methods…
A/N: Haha, Sakura is getting naughty. Well, u can see it now. PLOT! And it will continue to unfold...
I really hate to be immature but…
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