My heartbeat returns to its normal pace, I take six steps towards the door, each step adding to the weigh on my shoulders. By the time I reach the door my heart beats out of control once again. I hesitate and hate myself for it. I falter, take six feet back, and wait for my nerves to settle down once more. This cycle continues for the next hour, its like I'm back at Yamanaka High School, once I left the bathroom, I would surely be dragged back in. I take deep breaths, focus on the sounds, name the colors I see, and gradually my senses return.
I didn't go back to class that day, instead I made my way to the nurse's office, and spent the rest of the day there. Honestly, all that's missing now are my bruises, and knowing Naruto, they'll be sure to come. I wait a few minutes after everyone else hurries home before I go back to class and grab my bag.
I was caught.
Leaning on my desk was a tall figure, one I was faintly familiar with.
"Hinata, we need to talk." The black-haired figure spoke, clearly annoyed. "When are you turning in the fliers. You were supposed to hand them in today, and where exactly were you for the past half hour?" he yells with a low voice. "Just give them to me now, and I'll forget about it this one time." He scowls at me, hands in his pocket, waiting for something I can't give him.
"I don't have them." I can't seem to meet his gaze, and stare at my feet instead. "I gave them to someone else this morning, they said they'd drop it off at the student council office…" Naruto never gave them the fliers? He did it on purpose, didn't he? I should have never trusted him.
"Who?" he drops his shoulders, clearly disappointed.
"-that…it was Naruto…" he immediately ridicules me, and chuckles lowly.
"How could someone so smart make such a stupid mistake. Naruto can't be trusted to do such basic tasks, it's too much for his minute brain." He sighs deeply, "All right, let's go, I've got a feeling he's still in the building." He reaches for my arm and I feel slight pain at the tight grip.
"Wait! No, I don't want to go." I dig both feet and pull back as hard as I can. "I don't want to see him- "the clear sound of the wooden door sliding behind me sends cold goosebumps throughout my body.
"Ah, I was right, see? He's still here." His face strangely relaxes, while holding a mocking smirk.
"What are you guys doing?" I trace his gaze to my arm, the one Sasuke is still holding. "That's mine." He trudges forward, takes my other arm and violently pulls me towards him. Sasuke refuses to let go, and I'm suddenly caught in a tug-war.
"Give me the fliers first." Sasuke tugs me towards him, and I fall into a tight hug.
"Bastard" Naruto releases my arm, goes to three different desks and takes out piles of the fliers I made last night. "Here" he gives a final tug, and I lose the surprising warmth. Without a second thought, Sasuke takes the fliers and leaves the classroom.
It's suffocating. I bite my lip, and unconsciously shift my gaze continuously.
"Hey, you know right?" Naruto closes the distance between us and presses me against my own desk. He holds my waist in his hands, and without hesitation lifts me, placing himself between my thighs. I know my face is turning shades of red and shamefully hide myself within his broad chest. "You threw food at my face, and got my clothes all dirty, so then- I had to wear my gym uniform. You even left me a bruise, look." he lifts my face, holding both of my cheeks in each hand. Indeed, a bruise formed slightly below his chin, it looks painful. "I have to pay you back for that, y'know." He smiles wickedly and tilts my head back.
"It hurts!" I press against his chest. His teeth sinking deeper into my skin, taking a bite out of my jaw. "Enough-!" He removes his teeth only to sink them on my shoulder, this time with a hand on my back pressing me closer to him. Instinctively, my hands tightly grip onto his hoodie, trembling uncontrollably. After what felt like hours, he finally stops. The classroom seems to have transformed into a sauna, and a weird air lingers within. Thumping from Naruto's chest reaches my hands, and from the beating in my ear, it seems to challenge my own. I feel caught it a trance.
I become possessed, drunk on the strange atmosphere, my hands lower to the hem of Naruto's hoodie, and with a mind of their own, they slide to feel the hot skin beneath the single layer of clothing. Naruto grunts, and drops his head on my shoulder, releasing a broken, breathy moan when my hands graze his perfectly sculpted abdomen.
They continue to descend lower, until Naruto pushes me away.
"Don't get too carried away, you pervert." I can hear glass shattering as I'm brought back to reality. What am I doing to him? And in a classroom? Are these teen hormones? "C'mon it's getting late; we're sleeping at my house tonight."
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