Little Miss Disaster
It started out as another English class where they don't teach you English. It ended as something that ruined everything that I had built up since my freshman year. And I can blame all that on Sakura Haruno.
Sakura Haruno is certainly not your average girl. She's not a fan girl. She's not a hater. She's both at the same time and on top of that, a fucking genius. And it doesn't hurt that she's hot. I'm afraid to say that, even in my head. It's social suicide to be me and think She's hot. But I do and once I make up my mind I can't change it. Not even once. I ignore the English teacher who tries to teach us Spanish. I don't like the woman but at least she doesn't come on to me like the all the other teachers. Yes, male teachers, included. It was freaky at first, but now I've grown used to it. I realize I'm just sexy like that; I have an affect on all genders; male and female alike. She taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to meet her gaze.
"Neji?" She asks, softly.
"Hm?"
"Can I borrow a pencil?" She blushes slightly.
"..." I don't answer her. I just stare. I want to believe that if I stare at her long enough I will be able to know what it feels like to touch her. Feel her skin. Feel, the smoothness of it, admire the paleness that was in contrast to her eyes. Emerald globes you could get lost in. The kind of eyes that made you want to stare in to forever. I wanted to know what it'd feel like to caress her hair. Outline her cherry lips with my fingers, just to see if they're as soft as they look. I wanted to do all these things but as I'm sitting here, staring, I'm wondering if I'm even allowed to touch her. She suddenly smiles and notices my intent gaze. She stares back. Her face inching closer to mine by the second. I stared some more. Her lips slightly parted. Her eyes half lidded. It seems like we're the only ones in the classroom. I could feel my heart pumping blood through my body, letting me know that I was alive, and that I hadn't died and gone to heaven. By that time I knew what she was going to do.
"Sakura" I breathed her name. I could feel her warm breath on my lips. She leaned in, about to close in the gap between us. And that's when she disappeared and Ms. Tyreesha stood in front of me.
"HURRO? HYUUGA? I CARR YOU TEN TIME! WHY YOU NO RISTEN? STOP SLEEP DREAMING ABOUT HARUNO AND MOAN HER NAME PAY ATTENTION!" Ms. Tyreesha screamed, pulling a lock of my hair. Ms. Tyreesha huffed and glared at me.
She wouldn't look at me. Everyone in the class stared at me in shock and fascination and an angry Chinese lady just pulled my hair was now glaring at me, no doubt, plotting my murder. Thank you, Sakura Haruno. I hope you're happy with yourself, because this is what you do to me.