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Chapter Four – Shared Hatred, Shared Swimtrunks

Sasuke's POV

No sooner had I set foot outside the locker room than I immediately regretted it and made to slip back inside. Unfortunately, my back collided with something hard. I whipped my head around to see what it was. A scowl tugged at my face as I saw an irate Naruto standing there.

"Make up your mind, asshole," he growled, rubbing his nose. He shoved past me and left the door to shut at my back before I could push through it.

"Sasuke!" the high-pitched screech went up as I faced the sight that had provoked my ill-fated attempt to retreat. A mob of girls was waiting outside the locker room, adoring looks on their flushed faces.

One of the girls stepped forward, twisting her long blonde hair around her fingers nervously. She was wearing a pair of microscopic black spandex shorts and a blue jersey—the girls' volleyball uniform. "You may remember me from this morning…I'm in your first period class, two seats to your right."

"No." My reply was short and curt as I gazed coolly over their heads for an escape route.

"Oh." Her tittering, blushing manner was immediately replaced by an uncomfortable, downcast air. Unable to convince myself to feel any remorse, I stepped to the side and hoisted my bag onto my other shoulder, to put a barrier between myself and the horde of girls.

"You're leaving already?"

I turned briefly to look at the girl who had spoken. She also appeared to be on the girls' volleyball team, but she had shoulder-length pink hair. She had such a forlorn look on her face that I had to resist the urge to push her and shout at all of them to leave me the fuck alone. As if any of these girls knew anything about me. I'd always been surrounded by hordes of admirers since the time I started school. Not that I could fathom why. I mean, sure, I was laboring under no delusions as to my attractiveness, but other than that…well, I'd never given them a reason to think I cared one way or another for them. Always cold, always detached. That's how I was in public. It had led many people to call me arrogant over the years, but I didn't care. Hell, maybe it was even true. But no matter what I did, there were always fangirls watching my every move. It didn't look like this year would be any different.

"Move," I ordered in response. Their crestfallen murmurs followed me as I brushed past them. A few more girls were peering into the gym from the windows in the gymnasium doors. Seeing me approach, they quickly ducked back from the windows. I scoffed and wondered with irritation why people were allowed into the gym if they weren't using it for sports or gym or any of the things a gymnasium was meant for.

"Looks like someone's a ladies' man," called a teasing voice. I didn't make any response as the boy from the team with the shaggy brown hair, Kiba, came up beside me and fell into step with me. "You know, you could try to smile once in a while." When I still remained silent, he continued. "I've heard about you, you know. Sasuke Uchiha, the infamous school heartthrob. Colder than a frozen corpse." I shot him an annoyed glance out of the corner of my eye as he shook his head. "I have no idea why you suddenly decided to join the volleyball team, but I would thank you to be a little more sociable, so as not to scare the ladies away from the rest of us, okay?"

"Fuck off," I muttered as I picked up my pace and pushed through the doors ahead of him. The sun was beaming brightly down, causing me to squint as I walked toward my car.

"Just looking out for you," Kiba called after me with a chuckle.

Was it too much to ask for everyone to just leave me alone? It was only the first day of school, and I was already about ready to strangle someone. I stepped out into the parking lot and reached into my bag to find my keys.

The harsh squealing of tires against asphalt had me snapping my head up in alarm. A rusty orange monstrosity was flying around one of the parking aisles, heading straight for me. With a few select curse words, I leapt forward and nearly fell on my face as I landed on the grassy median that proclaimed me to be in Lot A. As I straightened with a growl and looked back for the offending vehicle, I saw that it was already speeding away, a thick plume of exhaust fumes clouding the air behind it.

"If I ever find out who drives that shitmobile…" I muttered angrily as I clenched my keys in my fist. Mood worse than ever, I unlocked my Cadillac and slid behind the wheel with a sour expression.

That was when I saw it.

"Fucking…shit!" I growled, wrenching my door open again so hard that it almost tore from the hinges. "If this is fucking bird shit…." I didn't finish my sentence as I stepped in front of my door and leaned closer to inspect the brown mess smeared all across my windshield. It was all dried and crusty, letting me know that it had been there for a while. That'll be a bitch to clean off…. It didn't look like shit, since I doubted birds took the time to smear their excrement all over the place, so I reached out a finger and scratched a bit off. It felt powdery when I crumbled it into my palm, almost like….

A soft crackling sound made me look down as I took a step forward. My right foot had brushed against something on the ground by my tire, and as I narrowed my eyes and nudged it some more, I saw that it was a crumpled candy bar wrapper.

"Chocolate. There is fucking chocolate smeared on my windshield." My voice was blank and detached, matching my expression.

There was only one reason why there could possibly be chocolate smeared on my windshield. When I find who did this…I'll be smearing their car with their blood.

Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling into my garage hot, sweaty and pissed as all hell. I had spent ten minutes attempting to clean off my windshield enough so that I could see through it, spraying the windshield cleaner and even using my ice scraper to try to get the stuff off. The chocolate was now mostly gone, but there were some smears that had refused to disappear, no matter how hard I scrubbed. I was definitely going to take my car in for a cleaning this afternoon.

The worst part of all had been feeling the stares of the people walking past. Feeling their curiosity, their judgment. As if this had somehow been my fault.

"I'm home," I called as I closed the garage door behind me with more force than necessary. My adopted mother looked up from the pot of soup she was stirring.

"How'd it go, Sasuke?" she asked with concern.

I let out a bitter chortle and headed for the stairs.

"That bad, huh?" Her voice followed along behind me, and I paused on the steps to look back down at her.

"Some asshole on the team seems determined to ruin my life," I muttered.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, honey," she said drily.

I snorted and ran a hand through my spiky black hair. "He landed me in detention today, Ma. Oh, and I'm going to take my car over to the wash this evening."

"What happened?"

This time, I ignored her concerned voice as I turned and ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room. Yeah, I'm definitely regretting joining the team already.

It pained me to admit that I stayed up later than I'd intended that night, silently fuming over the events of the day. Just thinking about the chocolaty mess all over my shiny new car was bad enough, but the annoying smirk of a certain blond kept plaguing my thoughts, too. To distract myself, I made a checklist of all the things I'd accomplished that day.

First day of school over with. First detention over with. First day of practice over with. Bought a lock for my locker. Got my car cleaned. Finished what measly homework I had.

Unsurprisingly, I didn't feel any better.

To make matters worse, I woke up late the next morning. My mom had to go in to work early, so she wasn't around to get me up, and I'd been so exhausted from my late-night musings that I'd slept through my alarm. Thankfully, I was only running twenty minutes later than usual. Still, I threw on the first clothes I found—a dark gray V-neck and a pair of fitted dark blue jeans. I squirted some gel onto my hands and rubbed them together before running my fingers through my hair to quickly style it. It was a little messier than usual, but it would do.

Quickly fixing myself a breakfast drink in the kitchen, I gulped it down and grabbed my bags before stuffing my feet into my worn black combat boots and stepping out into the garage. The whole drive to school, I gazed smugly through my newly-cleaned windshield. Not a speck of chocolate remained on the glassy surface.

In a surprisingly good mood, I entered the parking lot and looked around for a place to park. Since I was running a little late for my liking, I had to park towards the back. Stubbornly clinging to my good mood, I grabbed my bags and started toward the school. Several other students were filtering in from the lot, so I knew I had time before the bell rang.

Perhaps today won't be so bad.

As if the universe was punishing me for suddenly trying to be so optimistic for the first time in my life, I looked up and saw something that caused my steps to falter. A dark scowl overtook my features as I saw the orange monstrosity from yesterday sitting in the spot I'd parked in the day before. The same vehicle—if it could even be called a vehicle—that had almost run me over. My fists clenched at my sides.

I take it back. Today will be exactly as fucking bad as I knew it would be.

Naruto's POV

I'd almost managed to forget about that prickly asshole and how much he pissed me off. But then he came storming into first period with his own personal raincloud over his head, and my mood instantly darkened. Maybe I should've stepped on the gas a little harder yesterday and hit him after all.

Since we still had a minute until the bell rang, I turned to Kiba and Ino—the blonde from the volleyball team who sat on my other side—and started talking about the season. I'd arrived at school this morning at the same time as Ino and her pink-haired friend, Sakura, so we had walked into school together and gotten to know each other a little. They were pretty cool, but they both seemed to be infatuated with Mr. Pissy over there.

"…what do you think?"

"Huh?" I looked at Kiba questioningly, not having heard a word he'd said.

My friend sighed and rolled his eyes, poking me affectionately on the forehead. "I just said that it's supposed to be a hot one today. We should go to the pool with the team after practice. What do you say?"

"Yeah, sounds great!" I grinned, already excited to hang out with the guys again.

"Can the girls' team tag along?" Ino asked excitedly.

"Sure!"

The bell rang before we could say anything else, so we all faced the front of the classroom and listened to Mr. Shimura spew hot air. At least Sasuke and I were able to ignore each other, so we didn't get assigned another detention.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, but at least nothing bad happened. Kiba and I walked together to the locker rooms after school, excited to tell the rest of the guys about our plan to go to the pool after practice. When we walked into the locker room, I was delighted to see that Sasuke wasn't there yet.

"Yo," I greeted the guys as I flung my bag onto the bench and began stripping. "Kiba and I were thinking about going to the pool after practice with the girls. Whatcha guys think?"

"Sounds good to me," Shikamaru said with a shrug. Neji and Shino silently nodded their agreement, and Lee pumped his fist in the air excitedly.

"Yes! Let us go! We have to make the most of our high school days, after all."

"Great! Now that everyone's going—"

"Aren't you forgetting someone?"

I turned to face Shikamaru with a questioning look. "What?"

"Sasuke."

Instantly, my face darkened at the mention of the Uchiha. "Huh. He can come if he wants. But I highly doubt he will, so we don't have to worry—"

"Sounds interesting. I'll go."

I spun around to face the boy who stood in the entrance to the locker room. He bore an infuriating smirk that made me want to punch his face. My eyes narrowed as I wondered how long he had been standing there. Shikamaru snorted as he continued to get ready behind me, making me suspect that he'd only brought up Sasuke because he'd seen the other boy standing there behind me.

"Whatever," I muttered, yanking my boxers down in annoyance and tossing them into my bag. Sasuke's eyes immediately flicked to the side, looking anywhere but at me. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't the only naked guy in the room. Kiba was spinning his boxers around on his finger as he strutted around the room stark naked, telling the other guys all about how he was going to have all the volleyball girls drooling over him by the end of the season. Neji rolled his eyes as he just listened to Kiba, stepping into his shorts to cover his own junk once more.

Sasuke wordlessly made his way over to his locker, sliding a shiny new lock into place before he began to get ready. I idly wondered if any of the other guys had noticed his discomfort, and saw Shikamaru giving the other raven a strange look.

I wonder if Shikamaru knows something about what's going on…something I'm missing. Shrugging it off, I put my practice clothes on and chucked my towel at Kiba. "Oye, get dressed, you exhibitionist."

"Whatever you say, dickface." And with an insufferably smug look, he proceeded to rub his crotch all over my nice clean towel.

"Ugh! Ew, what was that for, shithead?!" I scrunched my nose and glared at Kiba, but was sadly not too surprised. After all, the stupid jerk did stuff like that all the time.

Kiba laughed and flung my towel back at me, aiming for my face. I shrieked and batted it to the ground, using my foot to scoop it up and kick it back at him. While he was distracted by my towel flying at him, I dove for his bag and grabbed his towel triumphantly.

"Um, I wouldn't use that if I were you…" he said as he bit back his laughter. "I jerked off in that this morning."

I screamed and dropped the towel as if I'd been burned. The other boy roared with laughter, and even Lee and Shikamaru joined in his amusement. Even Shino quirked a smile, which was basically the same thing.

"I'm just teasing, you dipshit. As if I would do that in the towel I use for practice." He rolled his eyes and snorted once he'd gotten enough control over himself to form complete sentences.

Still not trusting him, I stomped back over to my locker and prepared to leave. Without a towel.

"Hey, Sasuke, you probably didn't bring a pair of swimtrunks, did you?"

I paused and turned to face the guys again, wondering what Shikamaru was doing.

"Of course not. I didn't exactly plan on going swimming today." Sasuke's snippy tone reminded me—regretfully—that the boy was still there. He'd been watching the whole spectacle between Kiba and me with a look of mildly horrified fascination. As if he'd been watching a train hurtling down a track towards a parked car. Now, of course, his usual cold mask was in place.

"It's pretty common for us to go to the pool after practice this time of year, so we all carry a pair with us in our practice bags. I happen to have an extra pair with me, so you don't have to go to your house."

I regarded Shikamaru with suspicion. Why was he being so amiable with Sasuke? And since when did he carry a spare pair of trunks around?

Oh. I got my answer as I saw him pull a pair of neatly folded trunks from his bag and toss it to Sasuke, who caught it with a wary glance. That's the pair I loaned to Shikamaru the other day because Chouji spilled soda on his. I guess he was going to give them back to me today. And then it hit me.

Those are my fucking trunks that Sasuke's gonna wear!

"Thanks," Sasuke murmured in a surprisingly non-asshole-ish voice.

"No problem," Shikamaru smirked. He tossed me a sly glance, and I wondered what the fuck he was up to. He was supposedly a super genius, but I could not for the life of me think of how giving Sasuke my trunks was a smart idea.

Not wanting to make a scene right before practice, I glared at Shikamaru and let him know with my eyes that I would be discussing this with him later.

Practice went surprisingly well. By which I mean Sasuke and I managed not to tear each other's throats out. We may have passed the ball back and forth to each other with a little more force than was necessary, but at least there were no injuries, so it was all good in my book. Kakashi and Yamato seemed to suspect something was up, because they kept whispering to each other and shooting Sasuke and me glances. Apparently they decided we were too close to starting a fight, because Kakashi called for Sasuke to substitute in for a different position, so that he wouldn't have to pass to me.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, practice ended and we were free to go. I ran into the locker room and stripped quickly so I could hop into the showers. The locker room showers were disgusting, but as long as I avoided cutting myself while I was in there, I didn't have to worry too much about infection. The other guys joined me in the shower, laughing and joking as we rinsed off. Sasuke trudged in last, a deep scowl on his face as he ducked under one of the showerheads.

"Damn. Not bad, Uchiha," Kiba said with an impressed whistle.

I raised an eyebrow and glanced over to see what Kiba was talking about. Of course, as I followed Kiba's gaze, I found myself staring straight at Sasuke's junk. I stared a little longer than was probably necessary, but I had to admit that Kiba was right. Sasuke was pretty well-endowed.

Well, at least he's not one of those people with a nice body and a tiny-ass dick. But seriously, Kiba doesn't have to make such a big deal about it. It doesn't look any bigger than mine….

"You're a shaver, I see," Kiba further remarked with a smirk evident in his voice.

The rest of us all shared a tense glance as we waited for Sasuke to react to that.

"You got a problem with it?" Sasuke asked coolly. Damn, even butt naked and soaking wet with his hair plastered all over his forehead, he still looked imposing.

"Naw," Kiba grinned with a casual shrug. "Just observing." It suddenly occurred to me that the rest of us were all trimmers. Well, with the exception of Lee, but he was pretty strange to begin with. Sasuke was the only one in the room with clean-shaven balls, and now that Kiba had pointed it out, I couldn't help but notice.

Maybe he's a fruit, I thought offhandedly. We all finished up quickly and headed back out to change into our trunks. Mine were orange with black stripes down the sides, since orange was my favorite color. I couldn't resist glancing over at Sasuke, who was stepping into my other pair of trunks, unbeknownst to him. They were the reverse of mine—black with orange stripes. I so badly wanted to say something, as much to preserve the integrity of my trunks as to get a rise out of Sasuke. Now that I had seen Sasuke's manhood, I couldn't shake the image of his hairless balls being pressed up against my swimtrunks.

Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick. My stomach certainly felt squirmy enough. Pushing the mental image to the back of my mind, I snapped the waistband of my trunks against my hips with a grin. "Alright, let's move on out!"

We grabbed our bags and headed for the door. Somehow, Sasuke and I ended up walking side by side. I turned to him with a scowl just as Kiba barked out a laugh from behind us. "Dude, you guys are matching!"

Sasuke's eyes flicked down to see that we were, in fact, matching, before he met my gaze with a fierce glare. I grinned helplessly at him. After all, what was I supposed to do about the fact that he was wearing my trunks? And then the situation became infinitely worse.

"Aren't those…your trunks, Naruto?" Lee asked innocently.

Sasuke and I froze, staring at each other in horror, though for different reasons. Then we both turned to look at Lee. Sasuke looked positively sick, and I just felt a mixture of anger and vicious glee. Anger at Lee for blowing it like that before we'd even left the locker room, and glee at the look on Sasuke's pale face.

"These are…your…trunks?" Sasuke choked out as he looked at me again. Kiba was hovering a few feet away, clutching his hands to his mouth to stifle his laughter. Shikamaru was smirking to himself with his arms crossed over his chest. Neji and Shino were both looking on with mildly entertained expressions, and Lee still looked clueless to the whole situation.

"Um…yeah." I wasn't quite sure how to react. Sasuke would either jump on me and beat me to a pulp, or he would rip the trunks from himself and throw them in my face. Maybe both. Now I just had to anticipate which one to defend myself against.

To my utter shock, he did neither of those. After a long, tense silence, Sasuke just shook his head with an irritated look. He made a clicking sound deep in his throat and turned away from me, disappearing out the locker room doors.

I stared after him in disbelief, not moving until the door thudded into place behind him. "Did he just…go with it?" I asked incredulously. None of us quite knew how to react. That had definitely been unexpected. I wasn't even sure how I felt. It was a mixture of disappointment and…relief? Shaking myself from my stunned stupor, I followed him from the locker room with the others at my back.

Sasuke was wading through the girls' team, trying to make it to the doors in one piece. They were fawning over his muscles and flawless skin, which were made visible by his lack of a shirt. Somehow feeling disgusted with him, I rolled my eyes and strode after them. The whole way out to the lot, I had to watch them hanging on him up ahead of me. I was so happy when I made it to my beloved orange Civic that it took a moment for me to notice. When I did, I couldn't hold back a shout of anger.

Scrawled across my windshield in Sharpie were the words "Watch where you're going in your hunk of shitty scrap metal!"

There was only one person who could have written it. And he was now staring at me with wide eyes as he drove by in his shiny black Cadillac.

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