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Title: The Lucky One
Prompt: 'i didn't want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they're storming over to interrogate you and you're playing along? okay' au
Note: Man. It's been ages it feels like since I did something for this and it's kinda nice to get back to this. Have i mentioned I love having Sasuke be a bit on the cockier side? haha
Embarrassment floods her as her friend has her cornered. The blonde is demanding and she's not willing to stop until she gets what she wants—all she has to do is tell her who her date was the night before and this will all go away. There's no missing how her friend's nose flares as baby blues stare down viridian. Swallowing thickly the panic only continues to rise. There's no way she can admit she agreed to go on a date with Rock Lee.
The boy was sweet, but there just had been no chemistry. It wasn't a him issue. No, it had clearly been a her issue. One little white lie and her friend was demanding all of the details—how could she tell her it had been lack luster? One little white lie of saying it was a nice, and quaint dinner and now the blonde wouldn't let her take two steps into the cafe.
As if swallowing the lump in her throat was going to save her she can't help but scan anything and everything she possibly could as a means of escape. Lips are moving, and it's another white lie completely unintended, as nods her head across the road and towards a boy with obsidian locks, "Jesus, Ino, I went with him, okay? Are we done with this? I'd like to get our table and coffee already."
Silence, and then the realization of what she said clicks—did she think it clicked?
Ah, no.
It wasn't that simple.
That realization came with her best friend's steps as she headed towards the random male she had pointed out.
Regret.
So much regret.
There's no way she's going to live this down.
No. Possible. Way.
She's reaching out as if she can possibly stop the blonde. There's no way she can with her already so far away. Her throat tightens as she seeks to follow behind and catch up, "I-Ino. Hold up, what are you doing!?"
"Hey, you! Ya, you! Pretty boy!" the march at which she walks makes it clear she has no intention of stopping.
One raised eyebrow and the most lackadaisical looks is upon his face as her blonde best friend comes to stand before him. The male's own blonde gives but a head tilt before catching viridian, "Teme, what did you do this time?"
"Ino—what are you doing?" she's finally gripped her arm as if it will make a difference.
What Ino Yamanaka wanted Ino Yamanaka got. Everyone knew this, and she was no exception. They had been friends since diapers. She of all people knew this far more than the rest. There should have been no surprise at this kind of reaction, and yet it doesn't stop her from feeling her stomach drop at what can only spell disaster.
The smallest of looks comes between her and those obsidian—he's gauging her. He flickers between her, and the blonde before settling on her viridian. When she had pointed him out in the crowd it had been such a subconscious thing. This man was a league all on his own. He couldn't be any older than her than by a year or two, and yet there's no missing those obsidian stands that frame his face along with a simple pair of headphones wrapped around his neck.
There's no telling if the swallow she has this time is caused by the panic or by the fact there's a definite physical attraction on her side. He's dressed casual but with a hint of class—dark blue jeans, and a charcoal gray sweater—and more than enough height to go with it all.
This man is going to call her out—he's gonna tell her best friend she's lied.
There's almost a desire to let out the most bitter of laughs.
One to many white lies brought you to this point and it was about to catch up to her in full force. Payback was overdue—so much for her I.O.U.
She should at least consider herself lucky that she got this far trying to deflect her best friends constant interest in her dating life. Sometimes though you just have to throw in the towel—hooray, she's quite the lucky one.
Fingers release her friend and just as she flickers her eyes to her blonde friend, who has yet to release this poor stranger from her stare down, she's cut off instantly, "What can I do for you?"
"What's you intentions with Sakura? You think you can dazzle her with a nice dinner but I smell bullshit." there's the Ino Yamanaka she knows—always goes for the kill.
The whine at the base of her throat is halted by the other innocent male who has unfortunately been caught up in this, "Sasuke, what the hell? You ignored me last night for a date?"
"Well, you see—" her voice is struggling to find a place among them only to be for a third time cut off as if she has no right to save herself from the humiliation this is surely meant to bring.
"Would you have rather I took her to some dump?" his voice is even and there's no missing the way he grips his messenger bag and prepositions it.
She's taken back by the words that fall, and now she's questioning if she even heard him correctly. She's feeling like a stupid schmuck—but holy shit, does she believe in luck. There's a lesson to be learned here, and if she makes it out of this she swears she'll never tell another white lie again.
Oh, is she the lucky one—this round.
"Well—that's not the point. Are you just here to hit it, and quit it?" the scowl upon the blonde doesn't even have to be viewed to know it's decorated her face with this insinuation.
"Ino, you're going way too far." she's found her voice amongst the crowd bring all the attention upon her, "Please, just stop."
"No. Not until I know your not dating some random creep."
"What would you like to know?" he's still that calm, cool, and collected he's been since the beginning as he presses his hands within his jean pockets.
Little did this man seem to realize that was the last question he should have asked. Ino would devour him whole. There's a shared gaze for the briefest of moments—it holds a ton of apologizes, and thousand more thank yous.
The blonde is relentless, but the answers he gives has no sign of backing down. She swore this was like an intense game of ping pong. It didn't seem to matter to him what she asked. In fact, she'd be daring enough to say he found humor in all of her best friend's anger. There's a price to pay for this though she is more than certain, and a verbal apology to follow right behind. The panic still lingers but it's for an entirely different reason now.
This man goes to a local university. He's studying political science, and he's not a bum—he's actually got a job unlike her last boyfriend. There's almost a question of how good this man is at lying, because he almost sounds far too good for his own good.
A frustrated noise leaves the blonde, "Fine, but you better treat her decently."
He's raising an eyebrow at the obvious 'best friend' threat that truly holds no legitimate weight, "Whatever." the inhale he takes shows his lack of patience is starting to come into play, and that's the only thing she needs to grab her best friend's hand.
"Ino, come on we were supposed to grab coffee before I have work. I'm gonna be late if you keep this up." she bites upon her bottom lip as she urges her friend to let this go.
"Fine." it's a huff of air and the blonde finally is relenting and stepping away, "I'll leave you to say your goodbyes, but don't keep me waiting."
She waits it out until her best friend stands across the street from where they had come, and finally the air she hadn't known she was even holding finds its way from her lungs, "Listen—ah!"
He's gripped her hand and dragging her away, "Naruto, wait here. I wanna speak to my girlfriend. Privately." there's no denying how absolute deadpanned that tone of his is.
This was the moment—and that panic is raising far quicker than it should be allowed. They don't make it far, and she can only assume he's done this purposely having made it to a light pole at the crosswalk.
"Explanation?"
"I may have, uh, sorta, maybe told her I went on a date with you last night because I didn't wanna tell her I went with this other dude—don't misunderstand he wasn't, like, bad it just wasn't a particularly—wait, why am I telling you this? Listen, I'm sorry." the heat upon her cheeks is there and it's here she's sure she'll die of embarrassment.
The hum he lets out is there and then he's leaning forward with his arm prepped against the light pole. This man is entirely far too tall for his good, and god, is he standing so close, "Well. What am I getting out of this little lie of yours?"
"Uh, well. What did you have in mind?" she grips upon her arm as she stands there almost like a child being scolded, "I'm not sure how I could repay you for lying."
The shift of his mouth comes, and then the flicker of his eyes upon the ground before returning to her, "You'll just have to let me take you out on a date to call it even."
If this was his idea of a joke she wasn't laughing. The grip on her arm tightens at what he's asked for, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Sakura." he's got the smallest of smirks upon the corners of his lips, and it's here she realizes he's entirely serious, "Well?"
She bites upon the bottom of her lip as she seeks to find the cons involved in this. What were the actual statistics of this working out in her benefit? Luckily she's one who believes in luck. Evidently that I.O.U. she had was still in effect. This date he's proposing could definitely go wrong, but he's saved her ass today, and it's because of this she'll give it a shot, "Sure, uh—"
"Sasuke. Sasuke Uchiha." he's filling in the blanks for her, and there's almost a cockiness to the way he gives it to her.
"Ah, uh, yes. I'll agree to a date, Uchiha-san." there's a touch of shy in this moment as she dares a glance to him.
"Sasuke." his mouth tilts making it clear he's amused by her use of his last name.
"Sasuke-kun?" she licks her upper lip before daring to ask this next question, "Why exactly is this what you want?"
The hum he lets out as he chooses to remove his arm from the light post almost makes her feel like he's toying with her, "Maybe I wanna see what all the fuss over you is about."
She watches as he reaches into his pocket and pulls forth his phone before handing it to her. Tapping her info in she still can't help but find this uncanny in every way—who is she kidding? This surely is using all of her luck for the year. Handing over her phone she can't help but twist her hands behind her as she looks up at him and that almost triumphant smirk upon his features.
Fingers find their way to her shoulder and its with a whisper to her ear that she feels his breath tickle her ear, "See you soon, Sakura."
There's no stopping this impulse to look at him as he heads back over to his friend who stands there clearly annoyed and unamused. This boy was different. That air of confidence is obvious, those looks are definitely she something she won't deny, and there's an absolute power behind his stride. Inhaling deep she'll count this one as a win. There's the smallest of excitement at hearing from him and seeing where this possible future date will go.
The feel of her phone vibrating catches her attention, and Ino's name is all it takes to make her run across the street after having taken so much time to just simple stare this man down—if she could be honest with herself she was gawking.
It takes everything within her being not to let the laugh fall that's coming up. She's not sixteen anymore but she definitely knows this giddy feeling.
Oh, is she the lucky one.