High School Turbulence
I don't own Naruto
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One foot in front of the other, heading towards my next destination. My feet stop, avoiding a collision with the horrendously maroon colored lockers. I lift a hand and my fingers quickly grasp the lock tugging. A small click reaches my ears and the lock comes undone.
I have Spanish class next. Ode to joy. I stare blankly in my locker. Why must school be filled with mundane, useless classes? Why must mundane and useless education be forced upon the youth of society? The answer is so simple.
It is a ploy.
It is a spectacular plot to shatter our childhood dreams and youthful optimism with failing grades and strict disciplinary systems. I glance at the clock. It crushes our self-esteem and even gives infractions for tardiness. I smile slightly as the noise of a high pitched bell reaches my ears. A prime example would be the infraction I'm going to receive for being late.
Iruka is going to kill me. I groan and then lean a little into my locker. It doesn't really matter. I was just going to use that class to catch up on the hours of sleep lost in playing video games. Why was I even at my locker in the first place? Why was I even at school? The police didn't catch me or anything. Oh, yes, I remember.
In a spectacular show of throwing open my door and then proceeding to chuck random objects at me, Iruka, my crazy dolphin neighbor, came in and dragged my sorry ass away from my bed, my warm and inviting bed. It doesn't expect too much from me, so I love my bed. Why the hell did he have to be my neighbor?
Glancing to the side I see a familiar figure. I try to melt into my locker.
I actually have better questions to ask myself than of my very existence. Why am I still standing here instead of heading as far away as possible from the inevitable? What has compelled me to stare at my feet in front of my half open locker? Why am I talking, or more adequately, questioning myself as I stand here with my heart racing and heat crawling into my face?
Why does this happen every time?
"Why…" I barely noted that I whispered this last word aloud, but I felt a presence behind me and I turned slightly only to glance at what could possibly be the most beautiful dark eyes I have ever laid eyes on.
"Morning, Sasuke." He nods at me and then asks, "Police catch you roaming the streets?"
"Iie," I shake my head and then stare at my feet, "Iruka-san, made me."
An awkward silence passed in which he shifted from one foot to the other.
"You've been avoiding me the whole week."
I shake my head again. Dammit, why was I acting like a school girl? He crosses his arms and sighs, his breath shifting the loose strands of hair that covered my forehead. "You haven't been to school this whole week. You're not even looking me in the face."
He uncrosses his arms and then places his hands on my face, making me tilt my head to look at him.
"Are you disgusted?"
I shake my head, maybe a little too enthusiastically and say, "Iie!"
He gives me one of those cocky smirks and says, "Then, what is it? If you're not disgusted, then are you rejecting me?"
Was I rejecting him? I shake my head again. He sighs. Was that relief in his voice? What does he have to be relived about? I jump when he takes a step closer to me, his face now hovering over mine.
"Are you scared?"
He says it so low that a shiver goes down my spine and heat comes rushing to my face. He has a predatory gleam in his eye and I manage to say, "Right now, yes."
His expression softens and he seems to relax. I sigh, feeling a little relieved myself.
"Sorry." He mutters, looking away from me for only an instant before he leans forward and pressed his lips to my cheek. It was so soft that it barely registered in my head what he was doing.
"Sasuke?"
It was amazing that this person, who I had barely known, now is so close to me. I had known his name. He had known mine. We were silent rivals. Then all of a sudden, Kiba throws a stupid keg party and we end up drunk and laughing. We ended up being so close. We ended up locked in a closet, but that was beyond the point. Actually, that was the point. We were locked in there, the music so loud that no one heard us banging on the door.
Don't ask how we got in there, I don't even know.
The beer wore off. We talked. We laughed. We made out.
"Naruto?"
I snap back to reality and give him a slight smile, "What?"
"I said, do you want to ditch?"
I stare at him, wide-eyed, "But, you've got a perfect record." He gives me a quizzical look and I pout at him. He ruffles my hair and pulls me towards him, closing the locker behind me. "You're too cute." He mutters into my ear before taking my hand and leading me out of the building. What one of his fangirls would do to be me right now.
I push the thought to the back of my head as he opens the door of his car for me. He gets in on the other side and stars the car. He turns to me.
"Hey…" He starts off. I stare at him and he beckons me to come closer. Leaning forward, he quickly presses his lips to mine. We smile at each other and then get the heck outta there.
I swear I thought I saw the fanclub yelling out of one of the windows.
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Another one of my drawings becoming fanfiction. Oh wells… Review plz.