-Chapter Eight-
-Just One Bra-
"Uh...Sasuke? What's this?" I open one eye blearily and see Neji, standing in a stream of light from the window, holding up a black bra. Shit. I roll over, expecting to see Naruta's long-limbed body next to mine, but all I see is a pile of tangled sheets. Sitting up sharply, I look around and can't see any of her clothes anywhere. Well, she could have remembered the bra.
He smirks at me, moving over to sit on the edge of my messy bed.
"Late night?"
"Er..." For once, I have no idea what to say. "You could say that. Anyway, didn't you down galleons of liquor last night? How come you're conscious?"
"Uh uh," Neji says, shaking a finger at me, "You aren't getting off that easily, but, since you ask, I'm just special that way." I glare at him, leaning off the bed to grab a pair of boxers.
"Special huh? I think not." He ignores my attempt to get him off the subject.
"So, how's Naruta?" I jump, dropping the pair of jeans I was holding.
"What about her?" I manage to get out, attempting to sound casual. He shoots me a look that clearly says, do-I-look-that-mentally-retarded? "She's fine." I mumble. He grins.
"I knew it! You and the emo freak!" But, instead of defending her, as I know I should, some remnant of my old self rears up and says,
"We're not actually dating, she's just a good shag." He tilts his head at me, eyes contemplating. I shift my gaze from his piercing stare and look at the door. I think I see a flash of red hair, but I'm not sure.
A/N: I know, I know, such a short chapter after such a long wait, I'm sorry! 'grovels at feet of angry readers waving pitchforks' But I hope you liked it - who do you think was listening in on the conversation, hm?
Becki
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