CHAPTER 9
Eyes
The book I found on the floor when I bumped into the girl that day was returned. Kurenai sensei the school librarian gladly took it with a gentle smile on her face.
Now that's off my shoulders it was time to finish the year.
Baseball was fun. We won seven games and lost four so far. Once in a while I go to the hospital for checkups and stuff. Itachi visit to see how my health was doing. Well, it was a holiday and he decided to come back home. He gave us some gifts. He left after the third day to meet his friends.
Quickly things picked up. The days flew fast. The weeks was short.
Freshman year was a breeze.
I successfully made it to tenth grade mostly with everyone. I shared most of my classes with the blonde idiot. I didn't mind. He brought some color in the dry atmosphere. Every day he always do something stupid and the whole class ended up cracking laughs. Even though he gets in to so much trouble, he still smiles. Sometimes we sit together in the principal office because of his stupid stuns and pranks.
The idiot quit baseball, saying it's my sport. I didn't understand him but I watched him signed up for football. He mentioned something about winning Sakura. The blonde kid trained every day to be more built. Now the idiot a bit thicker than me. He's not as muscular as male models but toned out more. No homo.
The fucker have abs like steroid hulk. Naruto wasn't playing when he said he wouldn't hang out as much because of summer training.
After all that training and practices, Naruto came to my games as I went to his. Sakura cheered for all of them. The idiot carelessly laughs while making touch downs looking paralyze on the floor. Everyone would come around him in every single game to check if he's fine. Naruto gives the crowd thumbs up and then they all cheers like wild apes. Later on, I run back to the hospital with Sakura checking up on Naruto. His serious bruise and injuries didn't surprise us. But his quick healing abilities did.
Naruto is like a sacrifice on the team. Never uses his head and goes all out in the game.
There's another thing I noticed about Naruto this sophomore year. That piece of turd is smart as hell. I don't know where this knowledge came from (obviously from me), maybe from those brutal tackles, but he's not asking me for help like he usually do last year and the years before that.
We shared a study class in period eight. Instead of goofing off talking to his loud buds in the back of the classroom, he wondering off towards the library. I saw him going in there lately. I ignored it but now, I'm curious what is really going on.
One day I eavesdropped. I hid behind the bookshelves peeking through the old dusty books. Naruto came in looking around for something. No...Someone! I moved to another area as he moved further back to sit next to... A girl! That little sly fox! Mostly Naruto did all the talking and the short girl whispered and spoken little. Naruto made jokes and she giggled but immediately stopped and went back to table. I guess there were books and papers in front of them. Who knows?
Possible studying. If she's Naruto's tutor, she probably smart as hell. I casually walked out with a smirk. I tease Naruto later on about this. That little jerk hiding this from me.
I had another game coming. On that day, I saw Naruto and Sakura waving at me. I gave them a nod as I sat down with my team. Soon as the game started the coach chose me to bat first. The thick ball in my throat throbbed. I don't know why he chosen me for the first round. I picked up my bat and walked towards home base.
Somehow, I never felt this feeling before but I felt eyes on me. I know. I know. There's a crowd loads of people. But there's this specific eyes laying on me. Like I'm being pulled by them. Is someone calling for me?
A flash of white flew towards me in a speed of light. My arm swung the bat as my first reaction. The smack from the ball and metal bat echoed and every stares witness the long gone ball. I ran my might. First base. Second base. Quickly, someone grabbed the rolling ball on the green surface. I sprint to third place. The ball was thrown, heading to home. The crowd screamed stay. My legs wouldn't stop.
I don't know why?
I skidded to home base. The ball was on my neck. At the same time, seconds stopped. My heart dropped. The dust from cutting the dirty floor waves in the air like the ocean tides. Until the foggy air fade away, the crowd went silent.
My foot on the base didn't catch my interest. Those eyes did. Those clear eyes. I was so attracted to pearls in the crowd. I didn't hear the catcher shouting out. I didn't hear my coach yelling in frustration. I didn't hear my team cussing at me with spits and nudges. I didn't hear Naruto's remarks and Sakura's concerns.
Those eyes. Those eyes.
I was stuck staring at the pearl like eyes in the crowd.
I went home. Mom cooking dinner. She wore her adorable apron that says 'What's Cookin' Good Lookin'. Her long hair lies on her back gracefully like Itachi's. I sat on the chair. An exhausting sigh from nostrils alarmed mom that something was wrong.
"What's up Sasuke?"
"No-nothing." I bowed my head. The refreshing cool flat table was relaxing on my forehead.
"I got a call from Itachi!"
"What he said?"
"He said he coming again soon along with a gift. Then he told me about his trip to Italy."
"Hopefully he isn't bringing pizza." I rolled his eyes. Mom chuckled.
"Silly boy. No. He said we would like it."
"Nh." I grunted. I shut my eyes and let my mind go blank. Until my stomach rumbled.
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