So this will be the last chapter about Sakuras first day at school!
It was really hard for me to write so please give so feedback!
Chapter 3
I now know what it is like making people wait. I would like to apologize to everyone I ever made wait for me, because this is bullshit. Most of the class has sit down at thin point, pulling out their phones and talking among their groups, but not me.
I stay standing, fiddling with the pocket of the grey sweats they school lent me. Our teacher is 30 minutes late, not even a call or substitute to inform us.
Fuck this. I turn and walk through the large gymnasium, heading towards the glass doors leading to the trainer room. I feel eyes still on me and hear whispers beginning to build. I put in my headphones. I don't know what they find so interesting, I'm fairly normal. Upon entering the trainer room I notice that the equipment looks almost untouched, the treadmills, bench press, even the punching bags look like no one has ever layed a hand on them.
I grin. Gym is the only thing I like about school, giving me a way to improve, a way to express myself. With music blasting in my ears, I go to the supply locker and grab gauze, beginning my wrist wrap.
Today is not at all what I expected it to be, I don't even know what I was expecting, but this wasn't it. Once my wrists are fully secured and comfortably bound I move over to a punching bag. I do some stretches before changing my playlist, turning up the volume, and taking form.
As I begin my work out, sending punches into the sand filled bag suspended from the ceiling, my mind wanders back to this morning. First visiting the handsome face from the class room. Something about him seemed so dark, so hurt, so evil. I spend a while thinking about him, about how he reminded me a lot of the friends I used to have, however, something about him seemed different.
A roll my eyes at my own thoughts. Having all of these stupid ideas and thoughts about this guy I never even spoke to. God I sound like such a girl. I send harder punches into the punching bag, my body already sweaty from the unknown amount of minutes I put into my work out so far. It doesn't matter what I think about him, there is nothing to think about.
Suddenly, as if I was mentally assaulted, another face pops into my mind, well, at least part of a face does, topped with unruly silver hair. I remember the images of his muscular forearms, exposed by his rolled up sleeves. The way his legs were long and muscular, his butt perfect and chiseled in those ever so tight jeans. And his eyes. The eyes that pull me in, his eyes unreadable and alluring.
"Fuck." I whisper, giving one last punch before giving in and leaning my forearm against the punching bag to support myself. I don't know if its from the exercise or the thoughts but my body heat shoots through the roof. I pant heavily as I lean, my limbs burning, blood flowing quickly as my heart pounds in my chest; music still blasting in my ears.
I walk over to the clear mini fridge filled with bottled water, opening a bottle and taking a long deeps swig. I make my way over to a bench and take a seat, pulling my earbuds out. And as quick as lightning, I see something out of the corner of my eye that I could have sworn wasn't there before.
I look and instantly I feel embarrassed. I don't know why, but my adrenaline starts pumping and I feel embarrassment creep throughout my entire being. Standing in the doorway, leaning against its frame, ever so cool and relaxed, the silver haired man from earlier.
Still breathing heavy I stare at him, making sure hes real. He relaxes in the doorway, watching me as if he is an animal observing his prey. He is wearing the exact same thing as this morning only instead his button up is replaced with a white tank top.
He pushes himself off of the door frame and makes his way towards me, and my soul leaves my body. I would like to think that I was never a basic bitch. For one I was never afraid to get dirty, yeah I like doing my makeup and getting my nails done, but I can scrap if I need to, and with my past I have done more than enough scrapping. But I comfortably say that not once has a guy ever infatuated me, made me weak in the knees, make me want to melt and serve him with every ounce of my body, until him.
Which I find absolutely insane! I don't know this guys face, we've never had a real legit conversation, we have never even really met each other. So why? Why is it that him walking up to me, in a tight muscle shirt showing me his all to defined abs and pale slender but strong arms making me want to grab him, slam him against the bench press and do terrible things to him?
Before I can notice he is standing next to me, looking down as if expecting me to respond. I clench my water bottle harder, making the plastic crinkle in my grasp.
"I'm sorry what did you say?" I ask looking up and the man before me.
He is quiet for a moment, as if to check if I really did not hear him. If he saw me having a minor mental breakdown he said nothing.
I can see his eyes crinkle, showing me he is smiling. "I said you're ducking your head too early."
I dont think I have ever looked more stupid in my life. Sitting there with my eyebrows tied in a knot and my mouth slightly ajar from not understanding anything this dude is saying. He must have taken the hint that I didn't understand anything he was saying because he took an offensive boxing stance. "You're ducking your head too early, if you wait a second more you have a stronger offence and have less of a chance of someone grabbing your attack."
"Oh." I say standing up. I set down my water bottle and phone and take position across from him.
"You mean like this?" The next 10 minutes are spent on him showing me how to change positions and keep my defense up while keeping sturdy footing. After were done Im tired and sticky from sweat.
"Thanks for the tips." I say slightly winded. The guy stands with his hands in his pockets, not even winded from the exercises we just did.
"Of course," he says with his eye crinkle as I take a swig of my water, him continuing with, "after all, as a teacher I'm here to do the best I can for my students."
I full blown projectile the water from my mouth, spraying it all over a piece of equipment and the floor. Amidst my coughing fit he lifts up his arms. "Arms up! Arms up!" He yells as I try to lift my arms above my head. He's a teacher? I checked out a teacher?!
After I calm down and clean up my mess with paper towels I go to gather my things. Once I've gathered my things and thrown way my wrist wraps I head back out into the gymnasium. I go to head towards the showers when I hear someone call out to me. I turn around and see my teacher in the corner of the room. I walk over to him with his folder of papers. "I need you to fill this out so in case of emergency." He hands me a paper and a pen. I begin filling out the paper when I spot a name at the top of the page, Kakashi Hatake.
I fill out the paper with ease until in come across the emergency contact number. I stare at it, not really knowing what to do. "Is something wrong?" Hatake sensei asks me, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Oh no everything is fine." I say looking back down at the paper. I want to be new here at this school. I dont want to bring up past drama, but how do I tell my teacher that I enrolled myself at this school because my mom had a drug overdose, is in rehab, and doesn't give a fuck about me?
I quickly write down the number of my one and only close friend and give the paper back to Hatake sensei. He looks at the paper, "Thank you Sakura, you can go now." I feel myself blush at the way my name sounds coming oof of my masked lips. I nod and turn to head back to the showers when I notice the gym is empty.
"Where is everyone?" I ask glancing back at him.
"The school is filled with rich kids that believe sweating is above them." He says not even looking up from his folders of papers.
In that moment I don't know what came over me, I really really don't. "Well," I say, the inner me trying to have any control over what Im saying, but to no avail I keep talking, "I like doing things that make me sweat." The words leave my mouth in a much more sexual way than I mean for them to.
I see him flinch at my words. Before he can look up at me I turn around, "Bye Hatake sensei!" I yell over my shoulder and I run into the locker room.
As I'm undressing I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, instantly I smile.
G: Hey lovely, I got off of work early. want me to pick you up when you're off of school?
S: yes please
I put my stuff away and begin showering for my afternoon classes.
The rest of the afternoon went quick but not quick enough, but the time it was 4 I was running out into the parking lot.
Once I reach the smooth warm asphalt, his black extended truck sticks out from the rest of this 2019 new bullshit cars. He has a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he has his eyes closed and converse dressed feet dangling outside the drivers side window.
"Everybody gets High" by MISSIO playing loudly on his truck speakers as he nods his head to the music. I speedily make my way to his truck, opening the passenger side door.
"Hey beautiful," He says as he sits up and starts the truck.
"Hey Gaara!" I exclaim as I put on my seat belt.
"How was your first day at this shit show?" He asks turning down the music.
"Get me out of here first, then well talk." I say as I reach into the middle console and grab a cigarette from Gaaras pack. Without a seconds wait he blasts the music again and speeds out of the parking lot. Almost hitting a few students along the way.
"Where to?"
"I dont wanna go home just yet." I say lighting up the cigarette I shouldn't have even been touching.
"My place it is." Gaara says as we turn onto the freeway. His candied apple red hair shining in the warm afternoon light.
Once we've been driving and the music is turned down I tell Gaara about my day, the terribly embarrassing day. By the end of it he's in tears, laughing so much he had to pull over to prevent us from crashing into every other car on the road.
"It's not funny!" I say in between laughs. Once I've calmed down I reach to go light up another cigarette.
"No." Gaara says as he grabs my cigarette and rips it in half.
"What? Why?" I ask, low key attacked he would just break a cigarette to prevent me from smoking it.
"I let you smoke one because it was the first day and stressful and all that shit, but I'm not going to let you smoke just because you can." He looks at my in his jokingly serious way. His eyes lined with his all to perfect eyeliner, and the black ring he's has since we we're 13 still on the left side of his lip.
"This is why you're my best friend," I say with a smile, "But fuck you," I say my smile now gone and flat.
"Yeah yeah I know." He says pulling back onto the freeway.
"You didn't have to break that cigarette you know, you could have just taken it from me." I say pulling out my little vape.
"But it wouldn't have been as dramatic." He says one hang on the wheel the other scrolling through his playlists on him phone.
I grin, "Yeah it wouldn't have been as dramatic," I saw building it up, "And since it was your last cigarette that just made it all the more dramatic, good job Gaara."
"WHAT!?" He yells as he swerves a little bit. He throws a spew of curses in my direction, I giggle at him and look out the window, watching all the other cars go by.
Gaara is my best friend, the only friend I've know for all of my life. He was there every time my mom forgot to pick my up, he was there getting in trouble with me at school, he was there for me every time I fought, he was even there when my mom tried to kill herself.
He knows me like an open book, and I him.
"Ice cream and vodka?" He asks as we pull into the parking lot of his apartment complex.
"Yes please." I say with a smile. Today has been a whole day, I'm not looking forward to repeating it tomorrow.
Please review this! It took a long time to get this chapter to what I want it to be and even then I still feel like its incomplete.
What do you think about me making Gaara Sakura's best friend? I know he is very out of character but It came to me half way through this chapter and I dont regret it.
Thank you all so much for reading!
