Snow days are absolutely wonderful in a land where it snows every three years :D it helped me get a lot of writing done! so, this was my favorite chapter to write so far and I dedicate it wholly to my partner, Raquel ;D
hope you guys get a laugh outta this one! ;D
(also dedicated to those smart enough to understand these jokes).
Enjoy, and as always, I APPRECIATE THE REVIEWS THANKS A MIL EVERYONE 3
Chapter 7: Hey Baby, What's Your Sine?
"Dammit Amu, wake up already!"
That's how every morning starts. I don't wake up to an alarm on my fancy ass smart phone or clock on my nightstand. No, I wake up to the irritable nagging of my best friend. Every goddamn morning.
"It's like the fifth week of school and you still can't wake up by 6 in the morning!?" My eyes grew accustomed to the light again and I slowly lifted myself from the sheets encasing me. Kirara was literally running around the room; her black hair in nothing less but perfect curls and her school uniform perfectly straight and ironed. She stuck her head out from the bathroom with a liquid eyeliner pen in one hand. "Hurry up slowpoke."
"Ugggghhh, fuck," I moaned and I literally fell off of my bed in a comical fashion. I pretended to fall asleep on the floor again, just for the entertainment of pissing Kirara off. It was a morning ritual. Sure enough, Kirara groaned and stomped out of the bathroom. She took both of my legs in her hands and forcefully dragged me, as I was holding onto my pillow, into the bathroom with her.
"Do I haaaaave to?" I complained as I forced myself to stand. My eyes were still halfway shut. "Yes, you have to," she replied, throwing my uniform at me. I unwillingly replaced the skimpy pajamas with the school's white flannel button up, burgundy skirt and tie, and calf socks.
Just as Kirara was finishing her makeup, I reached for the brush and sat on the toliet seat to brush out my rats nest. I watched the girl closely and realized that she didn't put so much effort in how she looked. Don't get me wrong, Kirara looked perfect every day. Her hair and make up was flawless everyday, but she did it so effortlessly every morning. She never continually looked in the mirror everytime she applied a coat of mascara or eyeliner.
It made me wonder...
"Need me to tie your bow, Amu?" she offered, taking the white ribbon from my brush. "If you want," I simply said, digging into her make up box. There's something off with her... "Hey, Kirara," I began. "Hn?" was the traditional Uchiha response.
"How have you been lately? Are your classes pretty cool?" Great idea Amu, keep it cool and casual and she won't suspect a thing!
"You asked me this last night." Way to go retard.
I was done doing my make up by the time Kirara had finished perfecting the angle of my bow. Maybe she was just in one of her perfectionist moods. Or her period. Kami forbid. Kirara started her period the week after I apologized to Itachi through a crappy note and it was by far one of the stressful experiences of my life.
"C'mon Amu! It's already 7:30!" Kirara called from the door, her messenger bag already hanging over her person. I grabbed my peach one (which now had some writing on it thanks to Naruto and Shisui) and dashed out of the room after her. "Kirara, wait!" I called after the taller figure literally dashing down the stairs. I waved good morning to Naruto in the hallway, Sasuke and Sakura on the fourth floor stairwell, Neji and Hinata by the entrance to the breakfast room, and Itachi, Shisui, and Pain on the ground floor.
"For Kami's sake Kirara, I didn't even get a fucking bagel!" I yelled after the girl, running now out of anger to hit her more than desperation to keep up with her.
We made it to the school in record time, I swear. People swarmed the hallways, but not nearly as many as there is when I walk with Konan and Kirara. I don't know about the cross country star in front of me, but I was out of breath by the time I walked into the calculus classroom. As I sat down in the middle of the classroom, I felt my hair fall like a curtain around me; my ribbon had fallen out! Gonna be a great day, buddy ole pal. I squinted a glare at Kirara, who took a seat next to me. Unlike my frizzy loin mane, her curls remained perfect and in tact from the running.
Calls of "ohayo" and "hey!" were heard from all around the room as the kids began to arrive to class. Ebisu-sensei was already busy filling up the entire wall of boards with notes pertaining to the second fundamental theorem of calculus. Turning my head from the calculations, I watched as that Nagato kid took a seat right in front of me and the Suigetsu kid was causing an uproar in the back of the classroom. I sighed loudly.
"Ohayo!" I jumped at the voice that boomed from behind me. I spun in my seat to find a guy smiling at Kirara and I with a friendly demeanor. He was a rather tall guy, but I assumed he was shorter than Sasuke and Itachi. He had really bright blue eyes and brown hair. "Ohayo," Kirara smiled back.
"Did you happen to get the answer to the word problem in last night's homework, Uchiha-san?" he asked her, opening his notebook to show her his work. She took it from him and inspected the calculations closely. To be honest with you, I had no idea what the hell he did to that problem. Too many square root symbols and division lines. Yet somehow, Kirara seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
"You shouldn't have taken the square root of that number," Kirara pointed to the number with her pencil then continued on, "so that wouldn't be an imaginary number. If you subtract this then multiply it by the reciprocal, then you should get the answer!" she smiled cheerfully at her conclusion.
I see exactly what's going on here, Uchiha Kirara.
"Thanks!" he beamed and erased his mistakes. I shot her a smirk as she turned back around with a nonchalant expression. "Wha-what?" she stuttered, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure he'd like to plug his solution into your equation," I smirked, then winked at her. She flushed. Like, she turned beat red. Got 'em. "What the hell Amu!?" she clamped a hand over my mouth, "If he heard you, then you're dead Hyuuga!" Did the Uchiha Kirara just threaten me? This was an interesting change in character.
Unfortunately, the bell to begin class rang before I could throw out any more calculus lines. Kirara leaned against the table with her head in her hand to watch Ebisu-sensei talk about the joys of committing academic suicide.
As class went on, I watched Kirara and that guy from the corner of my eye. Nothing special seemed to happen between the two during the course of the class, but I could not resist the temptation for payback for making me write that stupid apology note to Itachi.
I reached into my notebook and quietly tore out a page. I scribbled a note on it really quickly in somewhat neat handwriting and drew a face on it. "If you were a graphic calculator, that guy would look at your curves all day long (;" I read the note and giggled to myself before folding it and slipping it under Kirara's elbow. She noticed right away, but I played it off like I didn't do it.
I watched her open it and open her mouth in a mixture of surprise, humor, and irritation. I watched her scribble something messily next to my pick up line.
"You're dead Hyuuga" was all she wrote. Oh Kami I was having waaay too much fun than I should.
"I'm sure he'll take you to your limit if you show him your end behavior ;D"
"Stfu midget."
"He wishes he were your derivative so he could lie tangent to your curves (;"
"In his dreams."
"He needs help in calculus. Do you think you could integrate his natural log?"
"You are so inappropriate why are we friends."
"I'm not being inappropriate. I'm just saying that he obviously wants you to expand his polynomial."
"Hyuuga-san and Uchiha-san," Ebisu-sensei screamed our names loud enough to literally make us jump in our seats. With ruler in hand, he marched himself to our row and snatched the piece of paper from Kirara's hands. Well this got awkward real fast. Ebisu-sensei didn't seem too impressed with my calculus jokes. He flashed the paper in front of us as he yelled, "This, ladies, is not how we learn calculus in this school." He threw the paper in the trash can at his desk before going back to teach again. Kirara looked at me, beat red again, but this time it wasn't because of the butterflies...
I couldn't wait for class to be over after that. It felt like another three hours until the bell finally rang to go to second block. Kirara didn't talk to me when we gathered our things. I assumed she was too embarrassed.
"Oi, Uchiha-san," that same guy laughed as we walked out of the classroom, "what did you do? Get the practice question wrong?" he laughed, clearly enjoying the embarrassment we suffered. She turned beat red again. "N-no!" she spat out.
"Because she was wondering," I began, earning a "shut the fuck up" look from said Uchiha, "'How can the great mathematician Uchiha Kirara memorize so many hundred digits of pi, yet not know the simple seven digits of your phone number?'." If Kirara wasn't pissed then, she sure as hell was now. Thank Kami this wasn't like a martial arts class because she would've broken every bone in my body by now.
The boy just laughed at my impression of Kirara and looked at his notebook again. "I'll have you know, oh great Uchiha mathematician, that I can figure out the square root of any number in less than ten seconds," he raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her rather than my shitty pick up lines. Kirara gave him a challenging look that clearly told him her doubt. "What? Don't believe me?" he proceeded to hold out his notebook to her, "Well then let's try it with your phone number."
OH BABY BABY.
Kirara's face lit up and she chimed in a laugh as she wrote her number on the boy's calculus notebook. I turned my back to make my way towards the visual arts classroom downstairs.
"Oh Amu dearest," Kirara called from behind me. I turned to see that she wore a mischievous grin on her face as she continued to write, "We are not nearly finished with this bullshit."
Honestly, I didn't really fear much from Kirara. And you know what? Biggest mistake of my life. Actually, no, but it ranked pretty high up there. After I left Kirara alone with that guy, I found Konan in the sea of people in the liberal arts hallway. We laughed over the pick up lines I used on Kirara and how Ebisu-sensei caught us and read them. I did, however, not mention how Kirara gave that guy her number.
"Oooh Itachi-nii-san," a familar voice sang through the visual arts classroom. As I set my stuff next to Konan's, we watched Kirara dance through the door and practically skip to where her relative stood. He turned to her and allowed himself to be embraced by the giddy schoolgirl. "Itachi-nii-san," she smiled up to him with glittering eyes, "I heard Amu say to someone in calculus class that she would really like to bisect your angle."
You just started World War 3 bitch.
I was hoping real hard that Itachi, by some miracle, wasn't smart enough to understand calculus humor. I watched as Itachi turned his head from listening to Kirara to look at me with an intrigued gaze. Fuck, he's in a calculus class I knew it. I turned away to face Konan quickly, who raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. "Wipe that smile off your face," I hissed at her, who only laughed and patted my head.
"Hmm, is that so?" I heard Itachi say to Kirara, who innocently giggled. "Oh yes, the thought of you was intriguing her more than Ebisu-sensei's lecture on the fundamental theorems of calculus," Kirara spoke with a smooth, almost seductive voice. I looked back to see his mouth twitch into a smirkish smile and he winked at me.
I wish I could punch your pretty little face again.
Fortunately, the bell rang before he could walk over here and do God-knows-what. I glared daggers at Kirara the entire time I sat down and she returned them with a smirk. "Payback," Konan chuckled, nudging me in the shoulder. "I thought she would be too nice to do something like this!" I hissed, banging my fist lightly on the desk. "Kirara? Nice? Oh hell no dumbass," Konan exaggerated, nodding toward her. She was talking with Itachi again. Wish I had mind powers to mentally strangle the both of you.
I noticed Itachi look at me from time to time during the class, every time with a smirk smacked across that face of his. That really nice face of his. Dammit. I was really going to get Kirara back good for this. Suddenly, I heard my phone buzz off inside my book bag. I snatched it quickly, knowing exactly who it was.
"I'm flattered. How sweet of you, A-mu-chan."
I gritted my teeth as I read the text message.
"I did not say any of that!"
"In denial? Most girls are. (;"
Was this asshole flirting with me?
"You can shove that bullshit up your ass."
"Apparently you want it up yours. (;"
I refused to even look at him after that, let alone text him back. Why, might you ask? Because my red was redder than my skirt, and I knew full well of it. Konan laughed at my reaction maybe a little too loudly than necessary. I ignored her, and frankly everyone else, for the rest of the class period. I sure did learn my lesson to not screw with Kirara for fun.
"Don't forget to turn in your entries for the homecoming poster next Friday!" Kurenai-sensei reminded the class just as the bell rang. I knew full well what was coming. That's why I put all of my books in my bag much before the bell rang. So, I ran out of the classroom.
It wasn't long before Kirara found me in the Clinical Biochem lab classroom. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. "Figured you were too chicken to go to homeroom with Itachi-san there," she laughed. "That was a dirty trick," I laughed, running up to her. "You should be thanking me; I helped you get his number," I stuck my tongue out and hitched my book bag on my back. "I suppose I do have you to thank for that."
"See?" I smiled triumphantly. She just flicked me in the forehead. "Go to homeroom so I can go to lunch," she smiled, walking by my side as we made our way back to the hallway. "Hell no!" I gasped, "Did you see the way Itachi was looking at me when you were telling him those pick up lines!?" Kirara burst into laughter and slapped me on the back, making me fall forward a little. "You don't have to worry about Itachi," she assured, "He's just kinda like that."
"What does that mean?" I asked, actually slightly intrigued. Kirara stopped in the middle of the hallway, then pulled me into the nearest classroom. "What was that for?" I hissed, watching her close the door behind us. "I don't want people to hear us," she simply replied, walking to sit next to me. We looked like two giddy schoolgirls about to talk about our crushes.
"Itachi," Kirara began, sinking her head a little, "He's never been the type to cheat in a relationship. He never will, either. I know him well enough. But," she looked back at the door before looking back at me, "He's like, miserable with Karin. It's actually a little painful for me, and even his friends. He's only in the relationship because of his parents, so there's nothing he can really do about it."
"So why should this matter to me?" I asked, half already knowing the answer to this question. Kirara rolled her eyes. "Because I know that Itachi would be much happier with someone like you, and he knows it too. He just doesn't want to cheat on Karin."
"Why not? She's supposedly 'in a relationship' with him, but she sleeps with half the senior and junior boys anyway."
"Well, that's her choice and her reputation. Itachi doesn't want to step down to her level. He doesn't want a reputation like that," Kirara explained. I could understand that. I wouldn't want a reputation like that either, but it was still hard to understand his situation since I never experienced something like that. "C'mon," Kirara encouraged, taking me by the hands. "Itachi told me he has the bow that fell out of your hair on your way to school this morning."
