From Dusk Till Dawn Ch 3
The next two days were almost an exact repeat of the last. Not one person acting interested enough to give him the notes and no one even paying him any attention at all. Except for the red head that he couldn't seem to find anywhere. Art was the only place he saw him and by the time class was over he was gone as if he vanished into thin air.
Deidara walked to his locker, it was Friday afternoon and he was getting ready for art. He opened his locker to get his sketch pad and another note tumbled from his locker to the floor. Sighing in frustration, he unfolded the paper. "I'll give you a clue. Now you see me, now you don't." That was all.
"That's a clue, un?" Deidara mumbled to himself. Who was it that he saw and then didn't? He ran through anyone he had met that week and then some he knew by name only. No one came to mind and he was back to square one. Unless, the red head was the culprit and he was trying to get him to talk to him.
But how was that even possible when he was gone so fast everyday? Deidara sighed heavily once more and headed to the art room. He walked in and the teacher was pairing them up on some project or something. Deidara rolled his eyes. Great he would probably get stuck with someone who was angry at him for existing.
He had kind of learned which kids didn't want you at their school and which ones who didn't care that you existed or the ones who looked as though they just wanted to kill you for looking at them. He avoided most everyone except for his new found friends and that was it. The teacher was calling his name and bringing him back to the here and now.
"What, un?" He asked sheepishly. The teacher huffed and pointed to a table. "Your partner is Sasori." She said and turned to walk to the board. He looked at the red head and for a moment before blinking stupidly. The red had was Sasori and he was his partner for this project. He was still reveling in his luck when the red head said, "If your brain is done overloading can we get started?"
Deidara looked at the red head and all at once remembered that he needed to sit down at that table. "Yes, un. Sorry!" He sat down quickly and the teacher began telling them their project. Yay, self portraits drawn by each other. He looked at the red head and began taking in the essence of him. Blood red hair and reddish colored eyes accompanied my a straight nose and full soft looking lips.
Lips that he could almost imagine pressing against his own. Sasori snapped his fingers twice in his face. "Hey are you done daydreaming?" Deidara jerked back to reality as the red head's voice slowly made its way into his head. "Oh, sorry, un." He said softly. "You're a real space case aren't you?" Sasori asked as they set their easels up accordingly. "Not usually, un. I just have a lot on my mind is all." Deidara said as a red blush crept up his neck to his cheeks.
Class went on and the portraits were coming along well. Deidara had captured the boys face as if he had taken a snapshot of the boy himself. Sasori had captured the blonde's wonder and curiousness. The blue eyes asking several questions at once and the lips set in a firm line of concentration. It was all laid out before him on the paper. To be honest the blonde was beautiful. Deidara finished up his detail lines in the eyes and the mouth and realized that the red head was gorgeous in every possible way.
He looked away from the paper and into those red orbs. They caught and held for an eternity before the bell rang and drew them back to the present. Deidara shook his head to clear his mind of the daze he had been in as Sasori stood and handed the portrait to the teacher and turned to exit the room. He turned back and looked at Deidara, a smile playing at his lips. "So are you enjoying the notes, so far?" Then exited the room.
Deidara jumped up to chase after the red head and was stopped by the teacher for his portrait. Frustrated he handed it to the teacher and ran out of the room. Of course, no red head to speak of anywhere. He shook his head and turned to his locker. So it was the red head who was giving him the notes. But why tell him if he only wanted him to have a clue every now and again? He was so confused.
Itachi walked up to him and asked if he was ready? He smiled and nodded as he followed his friend out of the school. They all piled into Kisame's car and headed to his house for an all weekend sleepover. He had really come to enjoy hanging with these guys and didn't even feel as though he was a fifth wheel. It was amazing how quickly these guys had drawn him in and how much Roswell had become home. Now he needed to catch the red head and make him tell him why he was messing with his head. Monday would be soon enough.