Chapter 9
Chapter 9
A Tragic Tour Part 3:
Tension in the Air
"Deidara!"
"Bitch fuck you! Why would you betray me like that?" I could feel my anger rising as I looked this bitch in the eye. Itachi put her shades on and shot me one of her fake ass smiles.
"Oh, come on Dei, we're girls, remember? We shouldn't be fighting over no bullshit. Besides, I-"
"Oh, girl, don't give me that bullshit! You humiliated me in front of that whole crowd! And now your fucking my man, bitch?" Oh I was delirious. Itachi's fake smile faltered as she slowly slid her champagne colored glasses down the bridge of her nose to peer at me with those dark eyes.
"Um, me? Fuck your man? AHA! Bitch, we did more than fuck! And he ate me out in the backseat of my pink Malibu CAARRR!" Itachi praised as she began to slowly wind her hips in a circle, her black bodysuit embracing her body perfectly. Her glittery silver stilettos set the tone of the outfit as she arched her back while leaning down as if to touch her toes, showing me how my man ate her out from the back, her tongue sticking out seductively.
Wait…what fucking man?
"Grrr, Itachi BITCH! I'm gonna rip you to fucking-"
"Deidara! Deidara, if I have to call your fucking ass one more time, I'm going to drag off the bed to the floor by your precious fucking hair, do you hear me?"
My eyes shot open at the sound of my mom yelling at the top of her lungs from downstairs. I groaned and rolled back over, sleep almost immediately overtaking me again. The scene of me almost beating Itachi up crept through my eyelids again and I jumped up with a start, whirling around with the intent to get out of bed, only to smack into no one other than my mom. I looked up into her fierce blue eyes, which were looking down at me hawkingly. Damn, can't a bitch get a minute to process what the hell is going through her mind this early in the morning? I just woke up from a crazy ass dream!
"Mommmmm, I'm up! I-"
"Listen, I don't care if you're up! I've been calling your ass to wake up for the past 20 minutes, and all I get in response is mumbling and grumbling something about Itachi! You are-"
"But Mommm-"
"But, nothing! You are 30 minutes late for school! Get your ass up and get in the shower and brush your damn teeth! Your breath smells like ass!" My mom yelled at me before turning sharply on her heel and walked out of my room. My mom was wearing a champagne pink colored halter topped chiffon Kenzie jumpsuit from Azazie, with black Louis Vuitton heels, the brands initials making up the base of the heels. Her hair was beautifully capturing the body wave look with her middle part making her look ten years younger. Not that my mom looked old but…oh, you know what the hell I mean.
"And your breath ain't no better." I said to myself under my breath, getting off my precious bed and walking to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. "Breath smellin' like stale coffee." My pee sounded like that of a racehorse, and for a moment I relished in it, the sensation divine. I wiped and got up before flushing the toilet and hurriedly getting up to finish getting ready. I walked up to my sink, which was long and white marbled, the actual sink portioned in the middle of the counter top, with the bottom containing white drawers with gold and crystal knobs. My mirror was three dimensional and my walls were painted the same color as my room. The tub was adjacent to the shower stall, and my carpets were frilly Tiffany blue, gold, and white mats on top of a marbled floor, matching the counter top to my sink. My mirror was kind of like a vanity, so my light bulbs were located at the top, lining the top of the mirror . The window above my toilet was up and I welcomed the morning breeze as the sun's golden rays shined in, illuminating my face in natural lighting that killed. I love the fucking sun.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth before brushing my hair, using water to help get the tangles out. Once my hair was manageable, I created my usual side part, covering my right eye. My makeup today was simple. My thin, winged eyeliner, mascara, a little gold highlights on the top of my nose, my cheekbones, and the inner corners of my eyes, then a little lip gloss, cuz, you know, a bitch lips need to be poppin', ya feel me?
I sashayed over to my walk-in in closet, picturing myself on stage for a moment, before thoughts of my dream came back. I replayed what I could remember in my mind, and the words "He ate me out in the backseat of my pink Malibu CAAARR!" rang through my mind, making a weird, jealous sensation come across me. The thought of beating Itachi up made a smile grace my lips momentarily before it fell.
Damn, did I really just think about beating up my best friend? Memories of our timeline of being friends popped in my head, almost making me lose focus as I remembered our first Halloween together as friends, dressed up as cats, identical painted whiskers and black noses on our grinning faces, matching cat ears adorning our heads. I shook my head as the sound of my mom's voice rang out again, breaking me out of my stupor. I quickly grabbed a skin tight white dress from Fashionnova and some white platform sandals with sandy brown bottoms to match. Quickly, I peeled off my ugly ass oversized white T-shirt that I stole from my dad, which had grease stains in it from his old cooking job he used to do at Ichiraku's back in the day. I quickly got dressed, spritz some Victoria's Secret Bombshell Gold perfume on, and threw in some white diamond studs. I grabbed my gold purse and strapped it over my body, the thin gold band resting in between my big ass titties. They ain't really that big, cuz my ass a lil fatter, but still, them bitches big! I strapped on my shoes and pinned two crystal bobby pins on the side of my hair to hold the style in place, and did one more pose in the mirror before grabbing my phone and running out of the house to my car.
I got inside and started it, assuming that Ino got picked up or her ass just took the bus. I turned the radio on, and Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie began to play.
"Da, da, da daaaa," I sang the intro quietly to myself as I began my morning commute to school. The sun's rays were kind of blinding me but I didn't really mind. The air was crisp outside, inviting me to open the window on the top of my car. The air was crisp outside, do you hear me?
I drove, singing along to the song, flashes of me and my best friend having fun in the sun together came at me, the smell of chlorine filling my nose as I can recall us being at the poolside, eating ham and cheese sandwiches with Doritos mashed in between them while this song played. We were laughing at Sasuke who was trying to swim when-
Grrrr! Why the fuck does everything keep reminding me of that bitch? I don't fuck with her no more!
"Deidara, get your shit together." I whispered to myself as I pulled into the school parking lot. Konoha High. The most extra, high class, stuck up high school in Konohagakure
'Konohagakure High School' it read in bold letters, the glassy architect of the building making the place look extra as fuck….as fuuuuuuucckk…for no reason at all. Can you tell that I hate this damn school?
I pulled into the student parking area, parked and got out, locked my doors, checked my reflection on my car door and window just to make sure my outfit was still on fleek, which, of course it waaaassss, and was about to head into the gym entrance of the school when something caught my eye. Or someone. I turned my head to the right side to see Sasuke getting out of his own car. He was holding two Starbucks frappes in a cup holder tray, one a caramel one and the other a mocha one. They both had extra drizzles of syrup in the cups and on tops of the whipped cream. The mocha one had chocolate shavings on the top. In his other hand he held Starbucks sandwich boxes and two cookie bags.
"Sasuke-kun!" I looked at my phone to see what time it was. It was 9:30. What the hell was he doing here so late, he's usually on time. I looked up from my phone, ignoring the text messages from Itachi, as I sauntered up to Sasuke taking a sip of his caramel drink.
"Hn. You're late." Sasuke tisked, clearly not approving my tardiness.
"Oh fuck off, I woke up late. Hey, can I taste some of that?" I asked and snatched his cup without his approval and drank some of the liquid. It was….so fucking good. Like, dangerously good bitch. It has salt! A salted caramel frappe? Good one Sasuke, I didn't know you had it in you!
"Sasuke, what marvelous taste you have!" I mocked him, mimicking Donkey's voice off Shrek when he was telling the dragon how white her teeth were. Bitch, I know you watched Shrek, you know what scene I'm talking about.
"Give me back MY drink." Sasuke argued with me but didn't really take the drink from me. Well, he couldn't anyways, cuz his hands were full. I smiled cheekily at him, teasing him with his cup. In the process, I took in what he was wearing. Don't judge me, I be looking at what everybody wears. Gotta take it all in! Sasuke wore a black long sleeve shirt with the Uchiha fan on the back (I didn't even have to look to know because most of his shirts are like that. For having so much pride for his family name, he can really come off as a brooding asshole.) he wore clean, pressed tan khakis with white vans and a thin gold chain as jewelry. Hm, not bad Sasuke, not bad.
"Meh, I think I'm gonna keep it." I teased as we entered the school through the gym. We walked the halls together, me casually sipping his drink before we reached my locker.
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I backed up against my locker to see Sasuke's glare a little better.
"Oooh, so scary." I mocked.
"Your so fucking annoying. Give me my damn drink." Sasuke sighed impatiently. I was about to respond when I heard Itachi's voice.
"Oh, there you are, Sasuke! I thought you went home!" Heeled feet soon echoed through the halls as they picked up the pace and I turned to the left slightly to acknowledge the owner of those said feet. She was wearing a black sierra mini velvet dress from Fashionnova, the sleeves and collarbone mesh, with black heels adorned with clear straps going straight across her smooth feet, her toenails painted light pink, her favorite color. Well one of her favorites. She has many favorites. The base of her heels were clear as well as short, not really doing much for her height, but they were cute and elegant. Her hair was pin straight, as if she had it pressed, and was parted down the middle, her bangs pinned behind her ears to create a smooth, sleek, look. Her makeup was flawless, a peachy color hue adorning her features as well as a little black eyeliner, gorgeously framing her eyes, and peachy lip gloss to match. Small diamonds encrusted the outline of her eyeliner, her lashes accentuating the whole look. She wore gold hoop earrings and wore a pink, coffin shaped full set for her manicure to match her pedicure. She looked like a damn doll. She was…beautiful. But what the hell was the occasion?
She'd stopped running and looked at me momentarily before her eyes widened at the treats in Sasuke's hands. Her eyes set on that mocha frappe, glittering in delight. Chocolate was her fucking weakness and everybody who knows her knows that.
"Sasuke-jun, is this for me?!" She exclaimed and clapped her hands in delight when he 'hn'-nd in response. She happily took the drink and began sipping.
"Happy birthday, Itachi-kun." Sasuke said genuinely, and my eyes momentarily widened, having forgotten what day it was. June 9th. Her birthday. She seemed to have noticed, much to my disappointment, because she momentarily looked sad, before piping up a conversation.
"Thanks, Sasuke-kun! So, Dei-kun, did you get my texts?" She asked brightly, her eyes hopeful. I didn't know how to respond. I was still mad at her, but something was twisting inside of me to just let it go. However, I did not because…bitch I still feel some type of way, okay?
"I woke up late, but I'll read them in class. I'm already super fucking late as it is." I declared. Alas, I finally give Sasuke his drink back after taking one more sip, and leaned in for a quick hug.
"Happy birthday." I said quickly, catching a whiff of that new Rihanna perfume we had got from the mall that day. I walked away before she could say anything, the last thing in my line of sight being Sasuke taking a sip of his drink, looking confused slightly at the transaction, before my focus was completely turned towards getting to class. I went up the stairs, took a left, and went straight before I took a right, then ANOTHER right (damn this big ass school), and then I finally made it to room 670. Above the little number tablet on the right side of the big oak door read:
Professor Nagato
'History'
On the window of the door read a sign.
'Testing, please do not disturb!' There was an image of a grumpy cat wearing glasses and a hat, crossing its paws as if to say "you know the drill."
My heart, however, did not. In fact, it sank to the bottom of my ass. We have a test today? How the fuck did I not know that? Then it dawned on me. It's finals this week! This week's technically the last week of school for us seniors!
Nervously, I whipped out my ID card, which showed a picture of me with two buns in my hair that had fashion chopsticks in them, and I was smiling. I held it to the scanner underneath the doorknob to scan myself in. The lock unclicked loudly, signalling that I was permitted to open the door. Ugh, so much for trying to be low!
Tentatively, I walked into the class, all eyes on me momentarily before my classmates went back to writing on their papers. The class was set up college style. The desk areas resembled high class bleachers, while the professors podium looked like that of a church. Said professor cleared his throat and motioned me forward.
"You're late, Iwa." He said sternly, and I gulped. 'Oh, whyyyy did you have to come in late?' I panicked as I was told. Professor Nagato was NOT the one to play. He'll make you feel some real pain alright. Pain with his words if you're not holding up your end of the bargain. However, surprisingly he just handed me my test and told me to have a seat. I sat in the far left corner in the back at the top, and proceeded to remove a white pen adorned with black hearts with a fake diamond crystal heart outlined in fake gold on top of the pen where the clicker oughta be, but this pen didn't have a clicker. It was one of those twist pens instead. My favorite pen ever! My goodluck pen, for when I wasn't able to copy Itachi's work.
I neatly inscribed my name and the date which was 6/9/15. I read the first question.
'How was the Akatsuki formed? Where and what date was it formed? Provide supporting details from last week's article. Answer in COMPLETE sentences.' I gulped. Last week's article? Bitch, I was barely even paying attention in class last week, my mind so caught up on the whole house party thing. Oh my gosh, where the hell was Itachi when you needed her?
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The bell had rang, and it was time for us to turn our tests in. I quickly turned my paper over, not wanting anyone to see my horrible answers as I stuffed my pen back into my purse. See, that's the thing I love about being a senior. You don't have to lug around a backpack anymore, because most of our work is online now and most of our classes are a bunch of discussions and in class work. I was in the middle of getting ready to go when a familiar presence graced my desk. Hastily, I looked up to see Itachi, and mixed emotions ran through my mind at the sight of her sitting on top of my desk. Before I could say anything though, she shoved something in my mouth. She shoved it so deep I thought I was gonna accidentally bite her thumb off as she withdrew her hand from my face. My mouth registered a piece of a ham and cheese sandwich with mayo and, is that roasted peppers?
"So, bitch. When are you gonna stop acting like this?" Itachi mused.
"Hey, no swearing!" Professor Nagato warned.
"Sorry, Professor!" Itachi apologized sweetly, then turned back to look at me. "Well?" She asked expectantly, her onyx eyes glittering in search of an answer. I exhaled.
"The moment you stop throwing me into stuff, unexpectedly." I answered, clearly getting annoyed with the whole situation.
"Dei, it's not my fault! They split us up without asking me if it was what I wanted." Itachi unwrapped a cake pop that was pink with white pearl shaped sprinkles on the top of it, took a bite, and asked me if I wanted with her hand gesture. I was tight with her, but this bitch knows I can't resist sweets. Reluctantly, I took a bite, and never gave her the treat back. Her ass didn't ask either, because she took another one out and began eating that one.
"Bitch, you forgot my birthday! How dare you?" Itachi exclaimed, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. I sighed, inwardly disgusted with myself, too. We never ever forget each other's birthdays. What the fuck am I on today?
"Look, hoe, I woke up late, and-"
"Okay, okay, ladies that's enough! Out of my classroom and to your classes!" Professor Nagato announced sternly. With a sigh, I picked up my phone off the desk and Itachi came down, her heels lightly clacking on the floor. Together, we walked out in silence, into the crowded hallway.
"Dei, I-"
"Itachi-kun, it's cool. We can talk about this later." Itachi and I stopped to look at each other, before I gathered myself and headed off to class, leaving a dazed and confused Itachi behind.
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A/N Ugh, you guysssssss I am sooooo sorry! You have all been waiting for me for six years, but life has gotten hectic! This story is NOT abandoned I promise, and I will be updating chapters every few hours for the next few days to give y'all what you deserve! I love love loveeeee the loyalty, and trust me, I'm coming with some HEAT!