Note from Author: Here is another chapter for Clashing Personalities. This one is longer AND in Sakura's POV.
Rating: G (as in General)
Clashing Personalities
Ten
They are watching her.
That is a fact that Sakura is very aware of. She sees them some of the time, hanging in the hall or outside after school, but she can see them watching her.
Observing her.
It is…unnerving.
"Sakura-chan?" her gaze moves up to Naruto who has that concerned look on his face once again.
He smiles.
"You've been zoned out for the last few weeks." He states and she frowns.
A few…weeks?
Has it been that long? It only feels like a few hours, not even a day, but she knows that today is the end of first quarter.
But they watch her.
They watch her like a cat watches a mouse.
A hawk its prey.
Even now, the blond and a few of his friends – including the black-haired one that looks like Sasuke-kun – is nearby. They are not…open with their looks. Not really.
No one seems to notice how their attention is drawn to her.
How they watch her.
But, maybe, there is a reason for that. She has watched them a little. She has observed how people go out of their way to avoid them. To go around them. She sees how they do what they can to make sure they do not cross paths with these people.
She has seen the cafeteria go quiet when one of them walks in.
She hears the whispers.
She sees the awe in their eyes and feels the fear.
She has heard girls talking about them. Wondering when one of them will get a Red Card for the things they do.
Sakura hasn't even got a White Card. She's never late for her classes, gets all of her work turned in, and is always at school.
So it is impossible to get a Yellow Card – she doesn't skip class, she doesn't harass her classmates, or anything along those lines.
But Red Cards? What have they done?
Red Cards equal expulsion. It might be for fights, ones that warrant police interference, or it might be for some type of sexual assault.
But, with her talking to the Advanced Art teacher and handing her the papers she needs, the last thing on her mind is the ones who are interested in her. That is – until a hand lands on her forearm as she passes by one of the four-seated tables.
She turns, surprised, and her eyes meet the most astonishing shade of blue.
"Hey."
A disarming smile.
Here we go, a longer chapter, and now we have what we have here. I was wondering...should I put down whose POV it is in the beginning or is it funner to figure it out? Anyway, I really hope to get some more reviews (I'm a whore when it comes to that, lol)
LOL - Laugh out Loud (that's how my teacher has me write it in my English class. "No computer or texting talk" he says)
And thank you wonderful reviewer who told me I reposted this twice! (Ah, I forgot to copy your name to put it here but you know who you are)
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