Yay! Here's Chapter 35 I hope you enjoy it!
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English was about to start and Itachi still wouldn't talk to me. In fact he sat in the front row, leaving me alone with Sasori, who just shook his head at how big of an idiot I was.
"Go talk to him," Sasori whispered next to me.
"I want to, but every time I try he walks away." I shifted in my seat, wanting Itachi back to being next to me.
"He can't go anywhere now, can he?"
"I guess not."
"Hurry before the bell rings."
Sasori pushed me out of my seat and I stumbled to my feet. I glared at him before slowly walking to the front where Itachi sat. I found him reading, not paying any attention to anything around him. I sat on the edge of the desk next to his. The owner was not happy with me, but I didn't care.
"Hey it's a whole other world up here." I glanced around the room from my spot and I found the board was so close that I actually was able to see everything on it.
Itachi ignored me. No surprise there. He continued to read our English book without glancing at me. "You don't have to talk just listen." Itachi didn't move an inch his eyes didn't even flick to me once. I took a deep breath and dove right in. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was being an idiot. Of course I'd love to go to your parent's dinner." Still no response. "I'll be there around…" I waited for Itachi to fill in the time and waited. When I was about to move he spoke and it was the most beautiful sound in the world to me.
"Be there at 6:30. Dinner starts at 7."
"Okay I'll be there." I waited for him to get his stuff and sit by me, but he never did.
I trudged back to my seat and slumped in my chair, ignoring the questioning glance Sasori gave me. Jiraiya came five minutes later with a wide grin and his long white hair hanging around his shoulders. Something was up and it definitely wasn't good. At least for us.
"I'm happy to announce that you will have an essay due in three weeks. It can be on '1984' or 'Dante's Inferno.' Your choice." Jiraiya smiled like he was giving us a gift. I almost disappeared underneath my desk. Not only do I have to try and pass this class I have to do more work and read a book. Itachi looked over his shoulder, smirking. Elation spread through like a wild fire, warming me up inside along with a little twinge of annoyance. If he didn't look so good smirking I might've punched him.
At least Itachi was more or less paying attention to me again. I can't stand the idea of being ignored. I'm someone that needs constant attention. Or so I've been told.
I huffed, this is turning out to be a fantastic day. Jiraiya said he would give us more details next class. I'm not looking forward to that. I don't know the first thing about either book and I'd prefer to keep it that way. He started writing on the board instead of listening like I should've been I let my mind wonder.
First I mess up Itachi, but I got him to let me go to the dinner party, now I have to do a book report. Book of my choice. Neither is high on my list to read. My focus went straight to Itachi's back. Even from the back he looked gorgeous. Long raven hair, pulled back in a low pony tail, strong shoulders that were tense. I wanted him to be sitting in front of me so I could help with all the tension in his body. The things I could do to relieve his tension were infinite. While my mind tried to start a daydream someone slammed a book down, shaking me out of my own little world. When I looked around the whole class was staring at me. Itachi's eyes piercing through me, a cold shock zinged across my body like someone throwing ice water on me.
"Huh?" I said too confused to be embarrassed to be caught day dreaming.
"I asked what you thought about the reading," Jiraiya swept across the room and ended up in front of the room right by Itachi. Dark eyes bore into my skull while I tried to remember what I read last night, knowing Itachi was watching was not helping me. My heart pounded against my chest while time crept by at a snail pace. "I…um…" Think of something to say. I screamed at myself to think. I always have something to say even when it's not the right thing. Black eyes narrowed at me when Jiraiya released me from my misery.
"Next time try to know the material. You never know when I might call on you," Jiraiya said. He didn't appear disappointed. Itachi did though. I heard his sigh all the way in the back or maybe it was my imagination either way I let him down in more ways than one today.
The bell finally rang letting me out from my endless day of torture. "Don't sweat it man." Sasori clapped me on the back, surprisingly it didn't hurt. Usually I can feel the sting, not today.
"It didn't hurt." I packed up my stuff and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
"What didn't hurt?" Sasori asked as we walked out class. Itachi was no where in sight. Apparently he still didn't feel too forgiving.
"When you hit my back," I said.
"Did you want it to?"
I shook my head. "No way. It's just strange when your touch doesn't cause pain."
Sasori glared at me, his lip curling and nostrils flaring. "I'll give you pain if you want. I'm not afraid to do it. And don't think I forgot about what happened this morning either. I thought I'd give you a break with everything that's happening with Itachi, but if you want pain. I'll bring it." Sasori was huffing and puffing by the time we got to our lockers and I was laughing my ass off.
"Okay I get it. You'll bring the pain." I held my hands up in mock surrender. "Thanks Sasori I needed that. It feels good to laugh."
"I wasn't trying to make you laugh," Sasori grumbled.
We closed our lockers and went to our cars. I said good bye to Sasori and got in my car trying to keep my good mood. I couldn't go to Itachi's feeling down in the dumps. I got home and started on my homework. Working without really knowing what I was doing. I was on autopilot. I finished with an hour to spare before I was supposed to go to Itachi's.
I took a quick shower, calming my frayed nerves. Itachi was mad at me most of the day. He didn't pay me any attention. The thought of him being mad at me made my insides twist and turn to a series of knots. The water pounded on my tense back, releasing some of the tension that was built there. I washed my hair and lathered my body. I washed off, turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked out of the bathroom going straight for my closet. I opened it and sighed. I didn't know what to wear. I don't think my regular everyday clothes would impress any one. Not that I'm trying to impress anyone. I just want to look good for Itachi. Not that anyone would know that we were something more than friends. My hand stilled on a light blue button up shirt.
Nobody would know that Itachi and I were something more. The thought was startling. It made sense. But it didn't make the reality of the situation any easier to swallow. I grabbed the shirt and pulled it on buttoning it then grabbing a pair of khaki slacks. The only reason I have any of these clothes is because of my parents, which made me wonder if they would be there. If they were they were in for a surprise when they saw me.
I pulled a pair of socks and shoes. My hands working on their own while my mind whirled around the thought that the only person who knew Itachi and I were something was Sasori. It shouldn't be a big deal, but it seemed like one. I have to talk to Itachi about this. I knew I shouldn't bring it up, not until everything between us was settled like him not being mad at me anymore, but it'd gnawed at me until it ate a hole through me.
I pulled my hair up in a high pony tail, letting a bit of bang fall out to cover one of my eyes. I checked myself in the mirror and deemed myself presentable for the dinner. I grabbed my keys and was out the door. The ride to Itachi's seemed longer than normal. Maybe it was because I was driving or maybe it was that my stomach was nothing but a giant knot. I took deep calming breathes that did nothing to relax only made me more nervous. I finally pulled up to his house. I was greeted with many cars already parked along side the house. I checked myself in the rear view mirror, got out of the car and walked to the door and knocked.
To my surprise Sasuke answered the door. A little miniature Itachi. "Hey I remember you. You're Itachi's friend Deidara."
"Yeah… I mean yes." I pulled on my collar. Not even in the door and I was stumbling over my words. I wiped my palms on my pants as the door was pulled back even further to reveal Itachi, who looked jaw dropping beautiful. His hair was down. Something I rarely saw. It swayed around his midnight blue shirt, highlighting the deep blue high lights that were in his hair. I swallowed thickly afraid I might swallow my tongue. With the way my big mouth has been getting me in trouble today maybe it'd be better if I did.
"Sasuke you actually have let people in," Itachi lightly scolded Sasuke. Sasuke shrugged and went back in to the house; he turned around and stuck his tongue out at Itachi. I stifled a laugh with the back of my hand. Not quite believing the younger Uchiha would display such behavior especially in front of his parent's peers. It made me like the little dude even more.
Itachi's eyes landed on me taking my breath away. "Deidara you…" His eyes traveled down my body, making feel self conscious. Was I wearing something wrong? I looked down and found my outfit in tack. Itachi's roving eyes didn't have the usual heat, they were more calculating, and assessing what was in front of him. It reminded me of the first few times I started talking to him. I didn't like it one bit.
"Who is at the door, Itachi?" A woman with long raven hair appeared at Itachi's side. She wore a black business pant suit, hair gleaming in the waning light. I could see where Itachi and Sasuke got their looks. They resemblance to their mother knocked me for a loop.
"This is my friend Deidara." Itachi shifted closer to the door. His knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping it. Is he worried that I might say something?
My heart stuttered to a stop before beating rapidly against my chest. "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Uchiha." I gulped back the hot sting of tears that threatened to escape. I couldn't even look at Itachi as I shook his mother's hand and she ushered me in. I stayed on her right, avoiding being near Itachi for fear I might reveal too much about us. Which he obviously didn't want to do. I should have known better than to think that I might be more than a friend in front of people. Reality always has a way of biting people in the ass and it just bit mine hard tonight.
Yay! Chapter 35 is done
Chapter 36 will be posted soon