The Notebook
Sasuke lay in his bed, bare back damp and sticky against his silken sheets. He'd just finished taking his third cold shower of the night, trying to cool down all of his recollections of the events from earlier in the day. For now, it seemed to be working.
Pretty green eyes weren't smoky and hooded, pink lips weren't bruised and anxious for him. That sinfully innocent voice wasn't whispering his name in his ear, so close to him, teasing him, lips almost there, just a breath away from breaking him down into a mess of clay meant for only her hands to mold.
And then she would tell him to kiss her if he dared. If he had the guts.
If he really wanted her.
Sasuke stiffened, shutting his eyes tight, breathing a long breath from his nose. That hadn't happened. It would never happen. He didn't want it to happen. He...he didn't know the girl that made his hands clammy, stomach elicit in an uncontrollable fire, throat dry and lock on itself.
It couldn't happen.
He scrunched further into his pillow, throwing both hands above his head, resting one on his forehead. He saw the remnants of glow-in-the-dark stars and planets on his ceiling, a faint green glow, so light that he never knew exactly where it originated, but knew it existed. Onyx eyes blink slowly, sleep thickening his vision, his breathing.
The more he looked at his ceiling, the more his thoughts filled with nothing other than the white stucco of the wall above him.
He realized that his ceiling would always be above him. There was nothing he could do about that but accept it. There were no happy memories behind the glowing stickers that he had begged Itachi to help him put up. Nothing came from his countless hours of volleying his worn out baseball but dents.
He flipped around in his mattress suddenly, coils bouncing and whining in shock at the unexpected shift in weight distribution. A gust of cool air snaked its way under his covers, making goosebumps rise on his arms. He was in complete darkness, save for the muted glow of what he now knew were stickers, ones he thought were long gone.
Sasuke sighed contentedly when the heat of his mattress settled back in, closing his eyes in another attempt toward sleep.
Images of a green eyed girl bombarded him, attacked him from left and right. Big, expressive, jade jewels that he knew he had smashed. The muscles in his jaw tightened, mouth lengthening into an aggravated line. He didn't know anything about her...but seeing her hurt and knowing it was his fault made him feel like he owed it to her.
He owed it to Haruno Sakura to make her happy.
It was what he had to do. He felt obligated toward this girl's happiness for some reason.
He owed it to her.
His stomach plummeted down to his basement at the thought. She probably thought he was trash. He couldn't do that when she thought he was the type of person who made out with Ami during class, in the most abandoned parts of school.
Could he?
All odds were against him because all evidence was against him, and he knew it. He was a teenage boy with hormones. Ami knew what she was doing, and that much was obvious. He almost felt like the mouse, lured to the cheese, only to be snapped by the trap.
It all felt like a plot, but it also felt like soft lips kneading and melting into his so smoothly that it was nearly impossible to feel...something. He finally understood Kiba's difficulties with just forgetting the girl.
Even he found it difficult to sleep through the night without reminiscing. Of course, he'd replaced Ami with a certain rosette, but the fact still held.
"Thirsty," he mumbled lowly, speaking to the darkness as he swept his heavy comforters off of his body. Clad only in his pajama pants, he slipped out of his door, trotting down the steps as his thoughts piled on top of each other.
Ami Watanabe was trying to use...she used him in a game of hers that all had some bigger meaning, one that involved Sakura. Sasuke couldn't let that common knowledge be blinded by her purposeful kisses. His hand clamped around his refrigerator's handle, whipping the door open. Light flooded the sleeping house.
He brought the milk carton's lip to his own, remembering the violet-haired girl's actions. A simple walk to her previous class to retrieve her purse quickly turned sultry. Innuendos were muttered, giggles rang through the air, nimble fingers whispered on the hem of his Henley. When she kissed him, he didn't want it to happen.
But it did.
He didn't expect her to be so determined.
But she was.
He didn't know that his hormones had stretched awake from their slumber, buzzing into a heated life at her purposeful, delicate touches.
He didn't tell himself to kiss back.
But he was. And he was. And he was.
And he was.
The prodigy slammed the stainless steel door shut, eyes clamping closed at the quick change from bright white to dark black. His heart pounded. His hands got clammy and stomach twisted.
He told himself he only felt bad about Sakura catching them because it tarnished the impression she had of him. But another part of him screamed louder.
She had been broken.
And it was his fault.
He had to help her sweep up the clattered pieces.
One smooth, jade, reflective and expensive sliver at a time.
Entry 14
Title: Playlist
Written By: StraightBugging
Since I suppose I have created a small celebrity of myself disk-jockeying, the Student Government has asked me to supply music for the event this Saturday. I suppose I should be thrilled, but I am actually offended.
It is hard to throw together a successful playlist when given only days to prepare. I think that I'm the last option they had. Either that, or I was the best within budget.
Rumor has it that they spent way too much money on decorations and eatery.
And I come cheap, I suppose.
Well, to the purpose of the entry. Below, I will leave spaces for all that read and write in The Notebook to request song(s). Try to avoid repeats. If the song is explicit, please indicate.
You know.
School rules and such.
Thanks in advance.
Bug
Entry 15
Title: Sorry
Written By: FlowerGirl9
I'm sorry I can't understand.
I'm sorry because I feel like I should.
I do.
I don't.
Maybe she would understand me better if I understood her better. I thought I did, but I guess not. I guess...maybe it's just that people have more than they put out of themselves. Like, more layers. More shapes. More depth.
We are all three dimensional.
Not just me.
I'm not the only one that has two sides to them. I suppose I was just caught off guard. I thought I had figured her out. But...but...I...people, she, everyone is different. Some people are brick walls when trying to decode them.
Others thin as tissue paper.
I wonder where I fit sometimes. I think a lot of my lines are blurred to the point wherein I can't even tell what I am anymore. It's as if I'm encased in a harder, bigger, scarier shell of myself like those little dolls. You have to pull me apart, make me smaller and smaller, until you get to the last doll.
Not necessarily the prettiest.
But it's the real doll, the real one underneath all of the fakeness and false advertising. The one that cries when she is called a heartless bitch, the one who wants to scream that she's a virgin (a TRUE virgin) to all that mutter whore, slut, skank when she walks by.
The one that breaks easily, the one that chooses to hide under all of that armor to protect herself.
She is the one that just wants a friend.
She is the one that has one.
FlowerGirl
Entry 16
Title: Kiss
Written By: Whisper
It was wonderful.
:)
:) :) :) :) :) :)
I do not think I could ever be any happier than I am in this moment. Perfection does not, can not, will not ever live up to the evanescence of that kiss. I, oh, Kami, I am still breathless. I am restless.
My arms and legs feel like jelly and my head is up in the clouds. My heart is running a marathon of its own and is steadfast on the way toward breaking all records.
So sweet. So simple. A soft touch like a feather that barely skirts across my skin, the unsure hesitance but determined fervor that burned so hotly that it seared through my veins.
Warmth still tingles. A live buzz.
Alive buzz.
I feel like I'm relaxing in a hot tub filled to the brim with...with...ah.
All the words in all the languages fail to encompass my feelings, at this very moment. I want to know what's next, but right now is so lovely.
Lovely.
I want to tell him that I would love nothing more than to be with him, to be his girlfriend and not some girl that he kissed once and dismissed.
I'm too much of a nervous wreck for that, though.
Whisper
Entry 17
Title: Two's a Pair
Written By: SoundsLikeTeenSpirit
This is fucking disgusting. It's not even that deep into the year yet and people are already coupling off.
What the shit is going on here?
Is someone giving out love pills?
I need to massacre their conniving balls. Fuck all of this shit.
Naruto's walking around with this albino girl all of the sudden and I don't even know what remotely brought those polar opposites together. It's not like the motherfuckers have anything special about them. Naruto's the brightest, most annoying, useless crayon in the box and the girl dyes her hair black so we think she's normal.
Fuck that. Her eyes are fucking white for Kami's sake! That's weird as hell. Who has white eyes?
I guess Hyuuga. But...
Neji is sexy as hell so he can pull that shit off, and, besides, his eyes are blue. Or so I hear. So he clears.
Ino and Kiba also seem to be trying something out. I can't judge anything yet, because, damn, they are the same, loud, bossy people that can be charismatic and narcissistic at the same time.
The bastards deserve each other.
I think they're going to have a similar ending to the whole Ami + Kiba pairing, and, shit-Kiba is dumb but he can't be that stupid! Ino and Ami are so similar; there's not much that separates them besides the fact that one has the ass that happens to battle for dominance against Uranus.
I have a feeling that Ami has a hand in the random hook up, some way or another. She's just a manipulative whore that somehow always gets her way.
No matter what.
Welp. I have nothing else to blab about. I just wanted to bitch on that topic.
TeenSpirit
Entry 18
Title: Gentle
Written By: Sigh
Be gentle
I break
Be gentle
Don't quake
Be gentle
I shake
Be gentle
Love to take
Be gentle
Mistake
Be gentle
Misplace
Be gentle
Heartbreak
Be gentle
I wake
Be gentle
I break
Entry 19
Title: slick rick
Written By: SmoothBlu_
ay bay. i don't kno how many of y'all take chem with oro-pedo, but he's gonna slam y'all with a test. a pop quiz with the same points of a final.
yeah.
it's a big baller.
i tried to find the answer sheet, but the slithery bastard's seemed to realize ive been passing his 'spontaneous examinations' way too easily lately. the snake hid them! they weren't in his briefcase, his man purse, or any of his drawers. none of the manilas on his desk had anything valuable in them.
i was like, "aw hell." id already wasted fifteen minutes blowing my breather/sharpening my pencil/picking up my eraser.
the man went all balls with this one. i think he's trying to weed out all the pretenders before the drop deadline. i know he wants me out, but he's just gonna have to deal with it. there's no way in hell i'm going to regular level classes. i am a genius.
his life.
it's brutal.
im just trying to brighten it.
i kno the last couple answers tho:
A
C
D
E
None
G
don't ask how i memorize my shit. im skilled. let's leave it at that.
anyone kno if the boys' swim team is gonna swim in the main pool today or not? ive gotta pick a couple things up before then if they do.
everyone shuld come to the meet tho. we goin against sound.
&we will drown those bitches.
blu
Entry 20
Title: Mean
Written By: BlondeBomb31
I don't get why people are mean. Seriously, it's mean. I don't even have another phrase for what mean is besides mean.
Like rude doesn't even cover it.
And, yeah, I totally know that I'm in no way, shape or form, the nicest person. Hell, I can be downright vicious sometimes, but at least I can admit that I am mean.
I'm mean. I hurt people's feelings and a laugh because I think that it's funny.
Really.
I do.
Honestly, that's what makes being mean okay, in my mind. Not the admitting part, no, like, that's just me, let me do me, come on. What makes being mean okay is when you know that it's a joke. I mean, ugh, this is coming out wrong and I'm confusing myself because my brain is working faster than my hand, but, meanness is just a portrayal of attitude. People all accept attitudes differently. Someone might think I'm the nicest person ever, while others think opposite.
Which is totally okay.
That's their opinion.
I don't know how I got on this tangent. I guess, in a way, I've been seeing a lot of things in a different light recently, and am beginning to question them. Most of the things are my actions and beliefs. You know.
Just...I don't know. I'm not questioning myself, I'm just wondering where she is right now, and how I can find her.
I wonder where she went.
I wonder if she ever left at all.
Seriously, though, I'm taking such a different perspective on a lot of things. I'm not sure if I like the new view yet, but it's what I got.
:)
BB
Entry 21
Title: Burnt Toast
Written By: ChipTheMaster
I think they're beyond toast.
Because, really, there's no way Naruto and Hinata can continue avoiding Neji.
The man is on a mission. And he's out for blood.
Ever since yesterday, rumors about them have been spreading like wildfire. Shino says that it was bound to happen one day, the way Hinata would talk about him in between movements in some song they're playing in orchestra.
I don't have much of an opinion in it except for the fact that love will happen one way or another. Its kinda like cooking.
If you've got the oven on, it's gonna get warm eventually.
Chip
Entry 22
Title: Weird
Written By: RamenGod10
Sasuke-teme has been acting like that pole shoved up his ass got stuck again. Like, holy moly, me oh my, he's been a real dick these past 24 hours.
It started yesterday after school in the weight room.
He was all moody and shit, and not even in his usual way. He was brooding. It was like each weight he plopped down onto the machine was him squashing someone's head. Or maybe multiple some bodies. Sasuke's real emotional like that.
Don't ever let him tell you he's not a big baby.
He's a big baby that likes to suck.
Binkies.
(Tehehe like what else do babies suck? Come on, get out of the gutter!)
ANYWAYS. I don't know what's wrong with him. He wouldn't tell me. And since he was all pissed, he pumped crazy amounts of iron, and Morino made everyone else try harder to match Sasuke's output. Which is impossible.
When Uchiha's mad, it's like he sees red and nothing else.
I don't even get that angry.
A part of me wants him to keep this pissy attitude with him because he plays football on godly levels when he is PMSing. The other part wants him to figure himself out and stop being such a bitch about whatever happened.
I'm almost one hundred percent sure that whatever it is isn't even that big. He's most likely blowing everything out of proportion, especially if it's with a girl.
He has no idea what to do with girls.
Absolutely no idea.
I'm not even kidding. This isn't a joke. There is no laughter.
Uchiha Sasuke is girl stupid.
Anyway, to get off that topic...my 'girl' friend won't tell me what color she's going to wear to homecoming. I know it's really not that big of a deal, but I really want to impress her Uncle. I want to get her some flowers and make sure my tie matches and shit like that, but she's not telling me ANYTHING.
What color is safest? Red? Black?
I don't want her to think I'm a super stalker and desperate to land her, but, fuck, she already knows I like her so I don't have much else to lose.
Right?
RamenGod
Entry 23
Title: Flowers
Written By: NH73
I'm sure she wouldn't care if the flowers/corsage and your tie don't match. It's not as if it's Prom, and you guys aren't dating yet.
I'd say go for a single rose to give to her, a rose corsage and a plain red tie for yourself.
Don't forget a mask.
You're welcome.
NH
Entry 24
Title: Hold your Horses
Written By: Buns of Steel
Red wouldn't work well if her dress was green. I know my friend is thinking about wearing that color, so it wouldn't be too far of to assume that it's going to be popular this dance.
It is masquerade after all, and those colors tend to be purple, gold, and green.
I mean, you don't want her to look like a Christmas tree, now do you?
In my very humble opinion, I suggest a white rose. They're totally more innocent and you can bring a white tie/corsage and a black one, depending on which matches her dress better.
You're welcome. :)
Buns
Entry 25
Title: I Don't Own Horses
Written By: NH73
Or you can just not take her to the dance.
You're welcome. :))
NH
Entry 26
Title: Anonymous
Written By: SuperK
The Notebook is supposed to be anonymous, isn't it?
a·non·y·mous
[uh-non-uh-muhs]
- adjective
1. of unknown or undisclosed origin
Hm. I think we all know who The Notebook came from.
So, what's it called when its not anonymous, but is supposed to be?
pseu·don·y·mous
[soo-don-uh-muhs]
- adjective
1. bearing a false or fictitious name
2. writing or written under a fictitious name
Interesting, huh, BB? Plain intriguing, ain't it, Strawberry?
I'd sure say so.
Because I know who everyone is.
What do you call that?
Super
To: Piggy-chan
From: Haruno Sakura
Hi. I was skimming through The Notebook after school and we might have a little problem on our hands.
SOCKY-38
To: Billboard Brow
From: Yamanaka Ino
H0w big ez little?
((+HaT b¡+€H$$]}
To: Piggy-chan
From: Haruno Sakura
Oh, not that bad. Only as bad as a pregnant beluga whale.
SOCKY-38
To: Billboard Brow
From: Yamanaka Ino
So lyk Karin wen she be bloooooated. Gotchu gotchu.
((+HaT b¡+€H$$]}
To: Piggy-chan
From: Haruno Sakura
Sure. But I really need some help and I need you to be serious right now. This is a big issue that could really blow up in our faces.
SOCKY-38
To: Billboard Brow
From: Yamanka Ino
Mo fo I am bn serious! #Stalest Face
What happened? Did someone announce their STD results or something?
((+HaT b¡+€H$$]}
To: Piggy-chan
From: Haruno Sakura
No it's worse than that. I just need you to get to the library on Princessa ASAP. We have to do some serious searching.
SOCKY-38
To: Billboard Brow
From: Yamanaka Ino
Can Kiba come? We were on our way somewhere.
&can I at least know what about? I'm sorry if we have any trust issues going on right now but I can't...like...idk.
((+HaT b¡+€H$$]}
To: Piggy-chan
From: Haruno Sakura
Kiba cannot. Absolutely not. He's subject right now. Tell him you have a family emergency or something.
And someone is trying to sabotage The Notebook. They say they know who everyone is and I'm scared they're going to bust us.
(What are you talking about? We're good. I trust you with my life, boar. :D)
SOCKY-38
To: Billboard Brow
From: Yamanaka Ino
:OOOO
Oh noes! What. In. The. Fuck.
That is as big as a pregnant beluga! It's bigger than an obese, pregnant Godzilla.
Well, what does Kiba-kun have to do with this person? You can't blame him solidly, can you?
...
OMFG. If he is hanging with me because he knows I'm with The Notebook, I am gonna kill him!
Sakura this is critical. I know that I know everyone in the book, at least the majority. Do you? Do you know anyone else that does; someone you can trust?
((+HaT b¡+€H$$]}
To: Piggy-chan
From: Haruno Sakura
I do but I don't really wanna...ugh. I guess I'll
I gotta go.
SOCKY-38
To: Billboard Brow
From: Yamanaka Ino
WHATCHU MEAN MOTHA FUDDAH!
Don't go no where betch.
((+HaT b¡+€H$$]}
"Hey."
The voice made Sakura flinch and tense. She, literally, froze, thumbs perched on the send button of her phone, back ramrod straight.
She couldn't even bring herself to turn and check who it was that made the chair beside her screech on the hardwood. She was too busy trying to remember how to breath. How to blink. How to make her heart beat at a regular pace. She inhaled deeply, pressed the necessary button on her phone, and tried to relax.
Her eyes swung over to her left, taking in the form beside her. He looked the same, had the same easy elegance, the same aristocratic profile, the same thoughtful ink wells as eyes. A shiver coursed through her body when those eyes met hers.
A small smirk tilted the side of his mouth up. "Kakashi's you're math teacher," he stated, head nodding toward the giant book between them.
Sakura's mind jolted her back to reality.
"Yeah," she mumbled, hoping he wouldn't realize that she'd just brought that with her so no one would bother her. Since that idea had so obviously failed, there was no reason for her to believe that her ploy toward diverting attention from her and The Notebook would work.
Her eyes flickered away from Sasuke's intoxicating gaze.
How was she going to make putting away a notebook seem nonchalant without any type of bag? Her eyes danced around the library looking for anywhere she could hide this at.
Anywhere.
"I'll help you."
For a split second, Sakura thought Sasuke could read minds and that she was completely screwed if he could. There was absolutely no point in trying to be sneaky and hide anything. She might as well scream out that she was the almighty creator...of The Notebook.
Well, it sounded better before.
She bit her lip and turned back to the Uchiha, eyebrow dipping in confusion. "Help me with what? Math?"
He nodded, a quick bob of the head, eyes never leaving her own.
Sakura swallowed thickly and decided to play along. It wasn't as if she was completely understanding the recent lessons, at least to her usual standard, and the longer Sasuke held no suspicion toward her, the better.
All she would have to do is get used to is the way he looked at her. And how that reminded her of how he was looking at Ami.
She could already point out ten differences.
"Sure," she blurted suddenly, forcing a change in thought. She quickly flipped through the pages of The Notebook, finding a fresh one. "I'm a little confused on the unit circle."
"Draw one," he said simply. He watched each phase of her understanding pass through the expressions on her face. She was so animated, so expressive, so plain as day. When she finally comprehended what he meant, he watched her frazzled, apologizing form sketch out a rough circle, small hand gripping the pencil tightly.
She apologized for being so slow.
She said sorry for looking like a deer in headlights.
She repeated over and over again that she should've never stopped taking art, that maybe then her circle would look better.
Sasuke leaned closer to her, all to aware of the way she silenced herself and froze, stopped making random lines on her circle. He reached out for her pencil, lifting an elegant eyebrow in a silent request.
Somehow, someway, this whole situation reminded him of a couple days ago. Would she realize that he was asking her, begging her, pleading for her to get it? Would he even care at this point?
"I don't need you to fix my circle," Sakura muttered, eyes narrowing, answering Sasuke's question without her knowledge. She smiled quickly when she saw the shock flash through his face. "I can."
He cleared his throat and smirked then, scooting a little to the left. Where he could breathe his own air. "It looks like an oval," he told her bluntly, crossing his arms across his chest.
Sakura's face lit red. "No it does not! It's perfect."
She lifted the notebook and examined the etching. It was beautiful. Sasuke must've been blind or something.
This circle was drawn by Kami.
"Give it here," Sasuke said, clicking his tongue as he flicked two fingers in his direction. Sakura happily flipped a clean sheet for him, placing her pencil in his palm gingerly. "Do better than me. I bet you can't," she replied.
He glanced at her, heart pumping a little faster. Not because he had to draw a better circle. He knew he could draw a better circle, if you could even call what the pinkette did a circle. She was just...he couldn't even think the word. It was too much for him to even mentally admit.
Sasuke forced his eyes away from her and brought the tip of the pencil to the paper, hunching over in concentration. He felt the girl hover closer to him, smelled her flowery scent permeate his previously stuffy, book-smell air. He wondered what it would feel like if she wasn't hovering just above him, peeking over his shoulder. He wanted to know what it'd be like for her to be leaning on his shoulder, soft hair tickling his neck with the breeze of the fan's wind.
Halfway through the circle, he dropped his pencil.
"I'm not good at this."
"No, keep going; that's actually pretty good."
When she lifted her eyes from the paper, the orbs blew up like balloons.
They were closer than she thought. She hadn't even noticed that she was closer to his chair than she was to her own, and that it'd be much more comfortable in his lap. She was practically there anyway. Centimeters away.
Sakura was drawn to his eyes like a moth to a flame. She couldn't look away, and that's what scared her. She took a straggly breath, remembering. Remembering what it felt like watching them...she sighed lightly, returning to her seat and pouring water on the fire burning in the pit of her stomach.
"Why are you here, Sasuke?" she asked quietly, tears pricking around her eyes. But she wouldn't cry. Not in front of the reason for her tears.
He didn't even answer.
He couldn't because he didn't know.
So he gave what he did.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, twirling her pencil in his hand, tapping it on the sheet with a half drawn circle before placing it on her notebook, and walking away.
Entry 27
Title: Call Me
Written By:
5553627231
a/n: it didn't take two weeks this time! hahahaha.
thanks so much for sticking with me, though. it's a rough patch right now-as in i'm so eager for the next parts, lol-but when i'll get there i promise updates will happen quicker.
i'll be on spring break soon too.
:)
well, besides that, thanks to everyone who faved, reviewed and alerted last chapter! each little e-mail makes my day! :)
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~Hot