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Wasted – Chapter 6

Weak

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Oh, I see.

When Sasuke said he'd give me time to think about his proposition, he didn't mean he'd give me space too.

Reason why I just opened my apartment door to find him, waiting for me right outside on my doorstep while a huge, shiny black car is pulled up in the driveway, its engine rumbling lowly.

"Uh... Hi?" I'm so confused.

"Hi," he says in his usual calm tone, unfazed by my lack of positive reaction.

"What's going on? What are you doing here?"

"I'm picking you up," he says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why?"

"Because it's cold out."

"So? It's only a five minute walk from here to the school."

"Well, I felt like it, then," he says with a slight smile, apparently not put off at all by my lack of enthusiasm.

He grabs my bag out of my hands and heads off towards the car. Really, that man has no idea how to behave in society. He's blunt, overconfident and obviously used to always getting his way, no matter how extravagant his demands are. I sigh and follow him to the car. Two minutes later, we're already climbing out of it, Sasuke still holding my bag along with his own.

I appreciate the chivalry, but really, it's not necessary. It's actually a little awkward, considering it's the sort of thing a guy would do for a girl he's trying to seduce and, as I've established, I do not want to be seduced by him. Pulling every chick flick cliché move on me definitely won't get me in his bed and he knows it, which is the reason I don't get why he's doing it.

As soon as we're inside the main building and I've recovered my bag, I sprint away from him, making it to my American Cinema class in a record time of twenty-three seconds, which makes me nearly fifteen minutes too early. I know he hasn't followed me but I still duck for cover under my desk just in case.

The classroom slowly fills up and soon, Naruto and Ino walk in and I finally feel at ease – despite the worried looks they send me when they realise I'm crouching under my desk.

"What are you doing down there?" Ino asks, sounding strangely tired.

"Are you waiting to give someone surprise fellatio?" asks Naruto, who's never tired and whose tact and taste levels just descended in the negatives.

I send him a glare and stand up. Usually, Ino would slap him upside the head for me, but she doesn't do anything. She simply sinks down in the chair next to mine and rests her head on her desk with a small groan. I sit down and lean towards her.

"What's wrong?" I ask in the softest voice possible.

"I went to the party you two losers failed to attend last night," she snaps.

"Hey! It was my and Hinata's first anniversary yesterday. I already told you I wouldn't go," Naruto says, slightly offended. Ino signals him to lower his voice.

"What about you, young lady?" she says to me. "What's your excuse?"

I don't have one. Well, not a good one anyway. When I got home, I was so shaken I completely forgot. I didn't even do homework. I just sat on my bed, replaying my afternoon over and over in my head, just to make sure I hadn't dreamt all of it. Ino seems to take my silence for an apology.

"Anyway," she says. "Some dudes brought weed last night."

"Did you-"

"I didn't touch it."

"Oh. Then why-"

"Kakeru did," she sighs.

Kakeru is Ino's current boyfriend. They've only been dating (loose term) for two weeks but she seems to really like him, and quite frankly, I like him more than her previous ones. He's much more decent to talk to and seems to actually know how to count to a hundred.

"Aaaand?" Naruto presses on.

"And I woke up on his couch this morning. Fully clothed."

"So?"

"I went to his room to see if he was there."

"I think I know where this is going."

"He was there alright. Naked. With some random dude I've never seen before. They were spooning."

"Ouch."

"You think? I didn't even wake them up, I just left."

I slowly pat her back. She rarely cries over boys, especially in public, but I know she needs comforting, right now. I don't say anything, because words simply won't do in this situation. I can't say "It's okay" because it very obviously isn't okay, I can't say "Don't worry, there are plenty of other guys out there" because she's slept with half of them and I've slept with the other half, and I can most definitely not say "If it makes you feel any better, I have a stalker who wants us to be fuck-buddies" because absolutely nothing can make her feel better, not even that.

The lights suddenly go out and a guy (whose voice everyone recognizes as Shiro's, a dude we all agree should become a comedian) starts mock-screaming that he's scared of the dark. Then we hear the mechanism of the giant screen being rolled out.

"I've got a real treat for you guys," Kakashi says, coming from somewhere near the door.

After three semesters' worth of classes with Kakashi, none of us feel too sure as to what he means by "real treat". We do know he's a closet pervert, but surely he wouldn't show us porn. An art film with nudity, maybe, but not porn. Besides that, he has a really weird definition of a good movie. He hates anything mainstream that falls in the "action flick" or "chick flick" categories, he dislikes filters, special effects, CGI and most of all, lens flares.

So, really, a "real treat" movie in his tastes is something from the Dogma95 era of filming from Denmark that can get really boring at times. Which gets me to thinking "What the fuck is he gonna show us?"

"Today, kids, we're watching the ultimate American movie," he says excitedly. "The one movie that incorporates pretty much everything that American cinema is about. The American dream, the common man, the self-made man, the melting pot... the love story."

A few girls squeal. We very rarely watch movies that are introduced to us by talking about its love story. Ino grunts next to me and I hear her head bang down on her desk.

"What is it, sir?" Shiro asks. He's the only student who calls Kakashi "sir" because he thinks it's funny, mainly because of the fact that Kakashi's first words to us three semesters ago was that he didn't want to be called "sir".

"We're watching Rocky!"

Hell yeah!

Actually, wait... Does that mean Rocky is an art film?

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS BEFORE!

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"ADRIAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

"JESUS CHRIST, NARUTO, SHUT UP ALREADY."

"Just because your love life is miserable doesn't mean everyone should suffer with you. Right, Sakura?"

"Uuuh..." It takes me a few seconds to process his question as I spot Sasuke waiting in the hallway a few feet away from Naruto's girlfriend, Hinata, who's sending him nervous sideways glances and fiddling with one of the strings on her sweater. "I'm with Ino on this one, Naruto. Stop yelling."

"HINATAAAAAAAAAA!" He shows his lack of listening skills by mimicking the movie and calls out to his girlfriend.

She approaches us, intently watched by Sasuke, who seems to be frowning.

"What's he doing here?" I whisper to Hinata, trying very hard not to look at him.

"I-I don't know," she whispers back, looking more nervous by the second. "H-he asked me if I was going to meet Naruto. I said yes and he f-followed me here."

"Hm, maybe he wants to borrow Dead Space again," Naruto says. I whip my head towards him.

"You two know each other?" I ask, perfectly conscious that I'm not hiding my surprise at all.

"Yeah, he and Hinata had to team up for a project last semester," Naruto says matter-of-factly, obviously unaware of the slight panic in my question.

"M-my father doesn't let me have a b-boy over or go to one's h-house, so we did m-most of the work in Naruto's room," Hinata chimes in.

"But... Didn't you say you weren't allowed to go to a boy's house?" I ask, forgetting about Sasuke for a second.

"If I g-go during free periods, my father c-can't tell the difference," Hinata says with a slight smile. "A-and in the evenings, I j-just tell him I'm s-staying in the library."

"You mean you lie? To your father?" Ino asks in disbelief, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"Y-yes," Hinata answers slowly, apparently worried she shouldn't have told us, but Ino's face breaks out into an enormous smile.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" She lungs at Hinata and gives her a bone-crushing hug.

"Hey, Sakura?" Naruto calls.

"Yeah?"

"Sasuke's staring at you."

I look over. Naruto's right, he is staring at me. In fact, he's glaring. And not blinking.

"I'll take care of it," I say, not at all feeling the courage in my voice.

"Wait, you know him too?" Naruto asks after me.

I don't answer. I simply march up to Sasuke, grab his arm and pull him away without a word. I bring him through corridors and corridors until I reach the empty area of the school, where I brought Juugo yesterday. However, instead of going into the same classroom, I shove Sasuke inside the girls' bathroom, drop my coat and bag to the floor and close the door behind us.

Even if I know nobody ever comes here, I still check the stalls to make sure no one's here, just in case. Finally, I turn to face Sasuke. He's standing in the middle of the floor, hands in his pockets, looking deeply annoyed and slightly uncomfortable. I camp my feet and cross my arms over my chest, trying desperately to get my body to convince my brain of my determination not to be softened by his glorious presence.

"Why are you here?" I ask, perfectly aware that my voice is not representative of my body language.

"You brought me here," Sasuke answers flatly.

"That's not what I meant,"

"That's what you asked." I sigh, feeling my uneasiness morph into frustration.

"I meant, why did you seek me out?"

"To find you."

"Why?"

"To ask you to have lunch with me." With his tone, you'd think this is the most natural situation to be in and the most obvious answer to give me.

"Why?" I repeat.

"'Cause we're friends."

"We are not-..." I sigh, trying to repress my anger and to avoid being rude. It's not like he actually deserves me to be a bitch. "I asked you to give me time to think about it."

"I have."

"No you haven't."

"I have. You've had all night to think."

"I need more time than that!" Why is he walking towards me?

"What for?" And why does he suddenly have a triumphant smirk on his face?

"W-well, what you're asking for is n-not exactly the most rea-... reasonable request," I stammer as he closes in on me. "I mean, you're a-asking me to commit to a t-technically non-committed relationship."

He backs me up against the sinks and presses his hips against mine, his large, warm hands circling my waist.

"And?" His face is mere inches from mine.

"A-and you know I..." Damnit, I can't even form a proper sentence. Pull it together, idiot! "I... I don't... want to be in a c-commi-..."

And suddenly, I can't speak.

Because I have his tongue shoved down my throat.

And man, it feels good. He raises one of his hands from my waist to my neck to hold me in place and presses his other hand to my back to pull me closer. I feel so warm and fuzzy inside, I don't even find the strength not to kiss back. I've completely turned to mush, and now I'm worried I might spontaneously combust.

No, arms, don't go around his neck! Stay down! He'll think we're into this.

Well, we are, but he doesn't need to know that!

Oh dear, he's picking me up.

And now I'm sitting on the counter, with my legs around his hips. We have officially entered dangerous territory.

His hands roam my body, sometimes resting on my shoulder blades, sometimes pulling my hips closer to his, and eventually, his mouth leaves mine and starts tracing my jaw all the way down to my neck while my breaths become heavier by the second and sound more and more like moans.

His hands find their way under my shirt and lift it up over my head. He throws it on the ground and puts his hands back on me. The warmth of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.

He reaches around to unclasp my bra and suddenly, my brain recovers its functionalities and I start thinking straight again.

"Wait!" I shove Sasuke away. He lets go immediately and quickly takes a few steps backwards, away from me.

I don't know what kind of expression is on my face, but I hope it's somewhere between flustered, guilty and horrified, because that's what I'm feeling right now. I raise my eyes to meet his and my heart skips a beat.

If I don't look guilty, he's downright smiling.

But... it's a guilty smile. Like a kid who knows what he did is wrong and who's really sorry for doing it but actually enjoyed every second of it.

It's both adorable and incredibly hot and oh my God, I need to stop thinking these things. But, it is, and it's also... sort of heart-wrenching. Because I feel the same way and... I don't know, he just looks so sincere. And he hasn't even said a single word yet.

I'll speak, then.

"I..." My voice comes out raspy and I'm having a really hard time coming up with words. "I... I'm sorry."

Well, that was a good try, Sakura.

I slide down from the counter, pick up my shirt and slip it back on. I pick up my snow coat and my bag and walk to the door. Just as I'm about to yank it open, I hear his voice.

"I'm sorry too."

I stop dead in my tracks. So he actually is sorry. It wasn't just my imagination. I turn back to him, locking my eyes to his again.

"Why did you do it, then?"

He hesitates for a second, his eyes not leaving mine, as if he were debating whether he should tell me what he's thinking or not. Then he opens his mouth again.

"Because I knew you wouldn't stop me right away," he says, his smile now more apologetic than guilty. It might not sound like it, but there's a difference.

"Why?" What made him so confident? Do I just seem that easy?

"You've had all night to think about my proposition."

"I already told you, I need more-"

"If you really didn't want it, you would've already told me no."

I stay silent. Because I know he's right. And now, I need to ask myself some serious questions. I turn around again and head out.

Oh God, please tell me he's not following me. I really need to be away from him, now, because I'm not sure I can control myself around him anymore.

I walk around a corner and spot Ino a few feet ahead. I don't need to ask how she knew I was here because I told her that's where I go when I need some privacy. She notices the look on my face – whatever it is – and her eyebrows furrow in worry.

"Oh, Sakura," she walks to me, holding out her arms to hug me. I accept it gladly. "Did you and Sasuke-"

"No. But we almost did."

"Is that a good thing?" Oh right, I haven't told her everything about my and Sasuke's situation.

"That we didn't is. That we almost did is catastrophic."

"Why?"

"Not here," I put my coat on. "He's still nearby and I really can't be around him right now. I need a distraction."

Ino, who already has her coat on, wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me towards the stairs.

"I have good news for you, then. Naruto's in charge of the Party-A-Thon again. He's organising it with a bunch of his friends."

The Party-A-Thon is a tradition in the Cinema program's history going back generations. After two weeks of normal school attendance – except for the occasional party organised by another program – every student of the program is invited to attend a series of parties going on every two nights for two weeks, the locations spread between second year students' apartments and clubs in the city, so that one can't host a party two nights in a row, just in case he needs to recover. The whole point of this tradition is sort of the initiation process for the first years, during their first semester, as well as to see who can survive the longest without collapsing in school.

Last semester was Naruto's first time organising it and everyone had an awesome time. It was actually during that Party-A-Thon that I lost my virginity. Naruto had decided to open up week two with getting all of us on a private list for a VIP room in a club. I don't remember who I left with, and I don't remember if I liked it or not, but I remember waking up a little nauseous but very happy.

I honestly can't wait to go back to that. Two weeks of not caring who's filming me flashing my boobs, two weeks of not caring who I make out with, two weeks of not caring where I wake up, two weeks of not caring about anything, especially not Sasuke.

"That is good news," I say, already feeling better.

"Come on," Ino says as we climb down the stairs. "Tell me about you and Sasuke before I lose all my ability to remember anything."

"Ugh, Ino..."

"Please! Just the general idea. And then we forget about it for two weeks."

She always has the right words to convince me.

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A/N: I can't believe it! I've managed to update in less than a week! I'm so proud. Review?

(Only five days till my birthday! -cheers-)