P.O.V' s people. BECAUSE I LIKE DOING IT THAT WAY
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Deidara's P.O.V.
Damn I cannot believe this. I'm late for my P.S.H.E. class. Okay, so I wasn't that late. It was only by three minutes. But with my perfect record, I should not get a punishment. As I walk into my classroom, however, I see that I had no need to fret. Our teacher was nowhere to be found. Ah yes, Mr Hatake. That man was never on time.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I make my way to the back of the class. Why do I sit at the back? It was simple really. This is one of the classes where I liked to have a view of the others and observe them. Nearly everyone in this class had a secret, one they thought they had kept to themselves. I mentally snickered at the fact that their secrets were no longer secret with me.
Don't get me wrong. What with my reputation within school, I couldn't walk around and spreading all these secrets. Not like all those gossiping girls. There was only one person that I could talk to about this. But I didn't. Besides, I didn't like the idea of telling others what I knew. It should be obvious.
And all of these secrets revolved around having a crush on someone. What a surprise. Now we were all of the ages of 15-16 in this class, so you would think that by now we would be able to work up the nerves to tell that special someone we liked them, right? Wrong. Even me with my stupid crush, I simply could not work up the nerve to tell anyone but Yahiko. My best friend would keep my secret with him to the grave, and that is why he is the only person I have told. On top of that, I have no other friends, unless you count the two from sixth form, Itachi and Kakuzu. But like hell I would tell them.
Now for the reason for why no one could confess. Well, maybe it was because they were all male, both those with the crushes, and those the boys had a crush on. What a gay class this was. I blame our teacher, who was the one who taught us it was okay to love another guy. Yes, he was gay, and was dating the health advisor, Mr Umino.
And of course, they were all dense to how the other felt about them. Like earlier with Gaara. I don't think that he is fully aware of how he feels. Dense. The way Gaara's eyes would always follow Lee without him registering his actions. Dense. The way a small smile would lighten his stoic features whenever Lee was nearby. Dense.
And what made it sadder was that Gaara did not notice that he also received looks from the dark haired male. Or that he never caught on to how concerned Lee was about him. I mean, how obvious Lee was when he asked Gaara "Are you okay?" Lee was always concerned about those who were close to his heart. And recently he had been showing more concern towards that small red head. He tried talking to Gaara when he thought the boy looked far too lonely, stood up for him when people tried to bully him, wore a gentle smile that was meant only for Gaara, and would attempt to touch the boy by placing a hand gently on his shoulder, blushing when he saw the small pink hue on Gaara's cheeks.
The two held the same feelings for one another, yet they just couldn't see it. That, or Lee had his confidence knocked down a peg or two thanks to the many rejections from a certain, Sakura Haruno. She was too busy chasing other guys, including my crush. That would have saddened me, had she not been rejected, in some of the most humiliating ways. That will teach her for being a slut.
I had wanted to help Gaara and Lee, but I wasn't going to throw them both into a small closet and lock the door from the outside. No, I had to find a better way to go about things. Not even I'm sure if it is the right way to go about things, but I started showing up and throwing in suggestions, other times, casually stating the obvious. Much like I had done earlier. I hope that Gaara had paid attention, and would act on what I had told him. Maybe even make the first move.
From my seat at the back of the classroom, I watched some of the others that were late. Of course they all took advantage of how late Mr Hatake could be. Sometimes he would not make an appearance until half way through lesson. Half an hour wasted, and the only thing that I learned was that I lacked patience. I'm not the only one, as I noticed that my crush was also the same.
As I had been watching to see who would walk through the door next, I had moved so that I could grab my sketch book from my bag, resting by my feet under the desk. How lucky some schools were, especially those in America, to have lockers where they could dump the stuff they did not need. At this school, we had no such luck. But I was used to the annoyance of kicking it when I moved my feet. I pulled a pencil from my blazer pocket and I started to sketch a picture of my crush. I no longer got embarrassed about doing this. Nobody came over to look at what it was that I was drawing, and I had done it enough times. Yet another thing I got used to.
I heard footsteps at the door and looked up. It was Sasuke Uchiha. He was Itachi's younger brother. I didn't know that much on the younger Uchiha. The only thing that Itachi had told me about him was that he hated Itachi. It was a case of 'so much for brotherly love'. I didn't press for information; I didn't need or want to know.
The only thing that I knew about the younger Uchiha was that he had a soft spot for a certain blond haired, blue eyed boy. No, not me, thank god. There was no way I was dating an Uchiha. Not my type. No, Sasuke had a thing for the class clown, Naruto Uzumaki.
Naruto was loud, bright (as in he out shone the sun, he was that bright), had a thing for the colour Orange, was quick to lose his temper. The list goes on. But I found it amazing that he could attract the attention of a stuck up Uchiha, such an amazing feat for anyone. Way to go Naruto Uzumaki. I bow at your feet.
My attention went back to my picture, but it was quickly drawn towards an argument that had started between the two earlier mentioned males. Sasuke's late appearance had obviously irked Naruto in some way.
Did I mention that the two always argued? Well one of them did. Sasuke just made matters worse by being a jerk, and calling Naruto 'Dobe'. Then Naruto would always call Sasuke 'Teme'. I bet Sasuke was always kicking himself at the end of the day. He would never win Naruto over if he didn't change his attitude.
I tuned them out. They would make up later. They always did. I couldn't help those two out as much as I could with Lee and Gaara. Why? That would be because of other interests. Sasuke only had eyes for Naruto that much I knew. But there was still his fan club, led by Ino Yamanaka, Sakura Haruno, and Temari Sabaku. All three of them were turned down by Sasuke, and from this day on were ignored by the raven haired male.
But Naruto was a different case. He didn't have a fan club, as far as I was aware of. I know that he had a thing for Sakura, but just like Lee was constantly rejected by her. How could you reject someone so cute? Especially with his pout, it was so cute. Well maybe I could, but both Naruto and I were natural born ukes. Yes I admit, I am a receiver.
Also, I had noticed that there was a timid girl that would always watch Naruto from the sidelines. If memory serves me right, she went by the name of Hinata Hyuuga. Whenever Naruto spoke to her, she would become flustered. And when he got too close to her, she fainted. It always confused Naruto, and he thought she was weird for always fainting. But he still saw her as a cool friend.
It was so sad really. Who should I help? Hinata or Sasuke. I could not decide. So I left it for the time being. But as soon as Naruto showed interest in either one, I would step in and help in any way I could. I guess I'm just a big softy that likes to see people happy, even when I couldn't be.
Footsteps again and I looked to the door. There stood Sasori Akasuna, a punk, and definitely the hottest guy in school. If you caught on there, yes, Sasori is the one that I have a crush on. Gah, I stand no chance with him.
And pretty much like the others, I am not going to make it obvious that I like him. The happiness of others comes first, then mine. What is more I do not need Sasori humiliating me just because I have the hots for him. He does not like me anyway. If there is anything he does like about me, it is my pained expression when he hits me, or when one of his remarks makes me want to break down and cry. Not that I would. I'm made of stronger stuff than that.
Just as I am about to go back to my drawing, our eyes meet. I try not to let any emotion slip by, letting him know what I feel. It has worked every other time our eyes meet, so I'm sure it will work this time too.
Then he smirks.
Oh my god, why is he smirking? Did I let something slip? Quickly, but not too quickly, I lower my head so that I can no longer see him and he can no longer see my face. Oh god, if he knows...
No, this won't be the end of my life. It just means that the usual treatment will get worse. Just suck it up. On top of being a nerd, now they will know that you are gay. At least there are still a few things that I can keep secret.
I sigh as I hear our teacher enter the room, apologising for being so late. Something about helping an old lady get across the busy street, just outside the school gates. That was a lie. He was probably with his boyfriend. I shook my head. Now was not the time for such things. I put my sketch book away and got out my note pad. This time, he had better teach us something, not read his favourite porn book, 'Icha Icha Paradise'.
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L: Yeah, this is already up on DeviantArt, so I cannot change much of it. I can only correct the odd one or two spelling mistakes. Just one more chapter after this before I have to put it on hold. I have entered a contest, not to mention I agreed to a request (I just cannot resist people asking me if I can do something for them, especially the cute and/or crazy people haha)
To be honest, I really want to give up on this already, and I started it only a month back, tops. But of course I'm not allowed to give up...
T: Damn right you're not
L: Anyway, I will continue, just at a slower rate. I am sorry to those who have just started reading this. I just feel I'm in over my head. And I'm either distracted by other fanfics, busy, or fussing over certain details to the point where I make things worse.
Oh and sorry to Blood Drenched Scorpion, but I think rather than improving, things will get worse. There will be more OOCness, which I WILL try to avoid with Sasori if I can. I know how you like Sasori to remain in character (this is going to stress me out big time)
*Yawns* Bye for now
