Neanderthal

By: GothicGIR

Summary: I glared into my best friend's green eyes and snorted. "Me? Like that Neanderthal twit? Give me more credit, Sakura! I would never, in a million years, like-" "I never said you liked him" she smirked. NARUxSASU!

Chapter 10:

"Journal Entry Number…Truthfully, I am not sure myself. My previous journal entries have been scattered inside my bookbag and I have little energy to waste in retrieving them.

Anyway…it has been brought to my attention that Naruto Uzumaki is aware and returns my feelings of affection. At least so it seems. What makes me doubt these feelings is that two months ago, at least according to Ino, Naruto and Sakura have had sexual relations. Now, I am not saying that it is impossible for one to lose feelings for someone in two months, but they engaged in sexual intercourse. Surely, he must have the slightest feelings for Sakura remaining, correct?

Unless it was a "hit it and quit it" sort of deal. Which is possible, since we are dealing with a hormonal male adolescent.

But it's Naruto we, well actually I should say I, am dealing with. Now it might be because I have a biased opinion about the boy, but I doubt that he would be one of those boys that would just use a female for her body and leave (although, given the opportunity and being subjective to the many girls that literally throw themselves at him, maybe he has done it a few times…?). No, I doubt that. So, could it be that Sakura is lying about the pregnancy and sleeping with Naruto? But what would she have to gain from that, asides from making me crazy about it? And, if she was lying, why would she want to tell Ino, who would more than likely march up to the Uzumaki to confirm this piece of information and expose her (Sakura) with lies? Surely, with that in mind, she wouldn't be lying but…well, Sakura's no idiot! She would have to make Naruto put on a condom before he would even think before ejaculating inside her (my God, how awkward to picture Naruto ejaculating…but not inside her). Unless…what if Naruto is that large and broke the protection while in the middle of it and had not realized (ooooh, how double awkward to picture his *ahem* size!)? No, I doubt that as well. So, of course, the only reasonable and rational conclusion is that Sakura is lying about the whole thing and even got Ino involved in her plot. She is using this as a way to get back at me because I do not return her feelings of affection (because I can prevent the fact that I am a homosexual…please note the sarcasm).

Yes…I have come to a conclusion to my problem. Now I can finish my homework in peace and continue on in my evening activities like nothing abnormal is in the midst. I congratulate you, Uchiha Sasuke, for your problem-solving skills."

As it had turned out, homework had not been done, or even complete. As if it wasn't bad enough that I brought no materials home, my mind refused to focus on anything other than Naruto and Sakura. I repeatedly told myself everything I had mentioned in my recent Journal Entry, yet I also refused to believe it. It was so farfetched that I had to reread it several times to make sure that it was I who was writing the entry, instead of…Lord knows, someone other than me. I regret to inform you that the nonsense you have been subjected to read was, in fact, my irrational thinking. However, I refuse to be blamed for and upholding the responsibility of it. Surely you cannot hold a grudge against me for my denial, right?

Denial is my best friend lately. He so happens to be very persuasive and refuses for me to be hurt in any means. If this means he must replace reasonable thinking with nonsense, so be it. I believe he knows what is best.

Sleep also refused to come to me last night (but that seems to be nothing new, at least this week). Imagines of Naruto and Sakura plagued my head and, at some point, imagines of a baby produced from them haunted me as well. The worst of it was the thought that, after the baby was born, Naruto had forgotten his feelings for me and lived happily ever after with my "best friend". As selfish as it sounds, I wished and prayed for anything but their sappy, love story to come true. Is it possible I am holding resentment over Sakura and her lustful actions (speaking as if their adultery acts were true of course)? You can bet every last cent you possibility have in your piggy bank. Will I continue to hold this resentment over her head for a long period of time, if not ever? That scenario damn well sure as well. However, like mentioned before, I refused to be held accountable. Sakura knew of my feelings for Naruto and, yes she might share those same feelings for him, but I mentioned my expression of affection for him first. Thus, he should be hands off. Correct? (I am not fluent in girl tongue, but that is how their 'code' summarizes, yes?). To be fair, I am aware that I might not be being 1oo% fair with the girl, but as the old saying goes: All's fair in love and war.

…Wait. So that would make Sakura's actions perfectly reasonable then, right?

Without having much thought into my actions, I groaned loudly and threw my pencil clear straight across the art classroom. It had managed to rocket itself to Sasori-sensei's art board and almost nailed him in the back of the head. Luckily, it landed only inches away and he jumped at the sudden 'thuck' the writing utensil made. Without questioning who was responsible, Sasori instantly whipped his head in my direction and shot me a glare.

"Are you having more urges to interrupt my class again, Mr. Uchiha?"

A blush had crept onto my face and I glanced away from his eyes. However, even though looking away and trying my best to focus on a newly formed spot on the floor (what was it, paint?), I still felt his eyes glaring into my skull. Not just his, of course; everyone in the class. Including, I'm sure, Uzumaki Naruto. The thought of him looking at me like I was the one who done something wrong infuriated me. The heat of embarrassment on my face was quickly replaced with anger and I whipped my head back to Sasori. I glared with equal, if not more, fury and stood up. The stool behind me had squeaked behind me and fell to the floor, causing a clattering and others eyes focusing even more intensely on me. Without saying anything more, I groped my school supplies in my arms and turned to walk out of class. Sasori, even as I advanced closer to the door, said nothing to me. He did not bother asking me where I thought I was going or told me to sit back down in my seat. In fact, by the time I yanked the door open, my sensei continued his lesson on drawing three-dimensional figures.

I almost felt disappointed when I realized he hadn't even bothered to stop me, but then I realized it was only Sasori being Sasori. I took a few steps away from the door and leaned on the wall. I sighed.

Well, given by the way I have been acting lately, I might as well kiss my straight A's goodbye. Hello, life of rebellion: where the more badass you are, the better off you are. No more rules, no more stress about grades, do whatever you want. Hell, you don't even have to brush your teeth…which is fairly disgusting. Personal note: if the life of rebellion is ever chosen on the path of life, make sure to have hygiene; you can be B.A., without having B.O.

Suddenly, the art room door had swung opened and I jumped as it nearly took half of me with it as it slammed against the wall. My normal automatic reaction would have been to high-tailed it out of the location, convinced I was about to be murdered. However, aside from the jumping-out-of-my-skin reaction, all I did was sit against the wall, pushing myself into it, hoping that whoever almost killed me did not intend to finish the job. My eyes slowly wandered to the failed murderer when I heard the door close slowly. When my eyes settled, they landed on no other than Naruto.

Do you remember when I mentioned that I may have a borderline obsession-crush with the young man? Well, now I am starting to think he's the one with the (borderline?) obsession.

"You stormed out of the class pretty quickly…" he noted.

I opened my mouth to reply, but my tongue suddenly felt too large for my mouth to hold it. It was very possible that, if I started talking to Naruto, my tongue would slip out and just hang there, like it was normal. I closed my mouth and looked away from it, trying to ignore the sweat forming under my arms and my heart slamming against my chest. He didn't say anything about the sweat (not that he could see it with my arms pressed against my sides) or my racing heart (although, that, I'm sure he could take note on). Instead, the Uzumaki sat next to me; side to side, leg to leg. I attempted to swallow the forming lump in my throat but found no skill to do so. Naturally, my mind was more concentrated on the boy sitting next to me instead of the possibility about drooling in the drool forming inside my mouth.

"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine…Naruto," I spoke slowly, sounding out my words like they were foreign. On second thought, most of my vocabulary would sound strange if I were to speak to Naruto more when, in the past, the most I came to talking to him was stalking behind him in the hallways.

It's not as creepy as it sounds.

"I don't think you are," he sighed; knocking his head on the wall, "I mean…you're like a perfect A student-" He's noticed my academic achievements? "-and relativity calm-" He knows my personality, as well? You're two for two! What other positive things have you noticed about me? "-and a suck-up, goody-goody." And you were doing so well… "It just doesn't add up that you would try to put a puncture wound in the back of sensei's head. And then to storm out of class? That's like a failed hit-and-run….although you didn't do much running…"

I found it difficult to suppress a smile around him, so I whipped my head to the side as far as it could go. I made myself vow not to look at him, to show interest in his words. In reality, I was forcing myself not to look at him and hanging on every word. I know now that this must what his fangirls must feel…

"Well, if you're gonna cut class, you might as well cut it." Suddenly, without so much of a warning, I was pulled on my feet and being dragged down the hallway. I felt my face heat when I noticed that Naruto was holding my hand. He laced our fingers together and squeezed. My legs, actually my whole body, felt like jell-o. Naruto was actually dragging me down the hallway. I found myself squeezing his hand and tried not to notice the fact that our hands fit perfectly together. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for me, another distraction with bright pink hair wandered down the hallway, making me briefly forget about my oh-my-god-I'm-holding-my-crush's-hand schoolgirl moment. Our eyes temporarily met. And as Naruto rushed us past her in the hall without so much of a wave of acknowledgement, I almost felt…thrilled. I almost felt thrilled to know that we managed to make her stop and gawk as we glided by her. I almost felt thrilled to know her heart had probably broke in her chest after seeing the two men she had feelings for walk past, holding hands. The only thing that overcame the sick sense of joy, was a sick sense of victory.

Can a teenage boy be accused with kidnapping another teenage boy, the same age as him?

I never thought of the possibility myself, but, as of right now, I'm thinking it's very likely. Apparently, by "cutting class", Naruto actually meant to leave the school premises. This, I must add, was not the kind of rebellion I wanted to be a part of. Getting a detention was one thing; another was storming straight out of class only after aiming a pencil at my art teacher. Regardless of the temporary adrenalin rush I was subjected to, I had to draw a line. The line I was currently drawing was in permanent marker, bolded and scribbled over several times. Yet, Naruto paid no mind and continued to drag me along until we reached his car. He ushered me in (if shoving me inside and almost slamming the door on my feet is called the new ushering) and we proceeded to drive away. I actually pressed myself up against the glass in a feeble attempt to exit the vehicle without committing suicide by opening the door itself.

"What are you doing?" Naruto said from the driver's side.
I whimpered to myself and slowly readjusted myself so I was properly seated. I watched as the school slowly disappeared from view and slumped further in m seat, resisting the Nerd-Personality from showing. That, in case you didn't know, was clawing furiously at the window and shrieking about how much I wanted to be back in school. To keep myself from doing so, I reached behind me and buckled the seat beat…and refused to let go in case I ended up doing so.

"Where…are you taking me?" I asked him slowly.
A chuckle escaped his lips. "Nowhere, really," he said, "Just wanted to spend time with you."

My heart temporarily came to a stop. He wanted to spend time with me? Every lusty fantasy of mine was slowly coming into place!

"That's…nice," I replied. My heart finally regained beating, only to crash into the bones protecting it.

For a while, neither of us had said anything. Naruto continued to drive along the roads; an average speed but with a determined look on his face. I occasionally watched him, but when he turned to meet my eyes, I'd whipped my head in the other direction, finding great interest in the highly common telephone poles we passed. The silence we shared wasn't awkward but strangely comforting; I even found myself edging closer to Naruto. Slowly, but surely. After a while of driving, Naruto had pulled into an Oliver Garden restaurant parking lot. It was still early, so hardly people were there but he didn't seem to care. He just shoot off the car engine and relaxed in his seat. I shifted slightly in mine and looked down at my lap, but my eyes continued to wander to him.

"You don't talk much, do you?" he asked.

A blush crept onto my face and I stared harder into my lap. I raised and lowered one shoulder. "I guess…"

I heard Naruto shift besides me and out of shire curiosity, I glanced over at him. When I had, I noticed his form was extremely close to mine. In fact, it was so close, he proceeded to tilt my chin up with his fingers and stare into my eyes. My blushed deepened.

We're in a parking lot…anyone could see us! What is he thinking?

"I know I don't know you very well," Naruto whispered, "But I like you…a lot."

…What?

"And if you would just give me a chance," he continued, "I can make you happy; the happiest you've ever been."

Naruto's lips inched closer to mine. He wasn't even an inch away. If I were to make the slightest move forward, I'd be kissing him. It's what I wanted…but why was I hesitating?

"Can I kiss you…?"

You can do so much more than that…

Naruto waited a few moments for my reply. When I did not pull away from him, he slowly pushed his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I drew in a shaky breath. I realized, at that moment, he did not care much if someone had walked by- he wanted to kiss me, like I wanted to kiss him. He liked me, like I liked him. He actually made me feel like I was the only one in the world; the only one that mattered.

Does he make everyone he kisses feel like that?

Is that how Sakura felt…?

I felt my heart drop in my chest. Sakura…My best friend in the world, impregnated by the man I am kissing in a parking lot. A man whom she shared a moment of intimacy and it has resulted in a forming baby. He left her. He abandoned her. Would he do the same to me?

I lowered my eyes and reached up to clench the shirt he was wearing. Naruto relaxed more into the kiss and let one of his hands to wander to the back of my head; squeezing my hair gently.

I shouldn't be kissing him.

I clenched his shirt tighter and breathed in slightly.

I shouldn't be with him.

I closed my eyes and pressed into the kiss. I had done it so quickly and with so much force, Naruto fell over backwards. I was on top of him; legs on both sides of his waist. I pulled away from him and attempted to apologize, but Naruto held a finger to my lips. He smiled from underneath me and pulled me down again; kissing me passionately. His tongue slide into my mouth and I let him enter; regardless of the jelly-like feeling my bones were developing.

But why does this- him- feel so right?

Author's Note:

Longest chapter yet! Whoop! Take it as an apology for making you wait so long. ;]