-Chapter Twelve-
-Just One Fag-
"There's a dance coming up."
"I know."
"You going?"
"Obviously. I'm expected to."
"Who are you asking?" I think back to what Naruta said about Sakura and Ino.
"Sakura."
"That'll make her day." Neji snorts as he puffs on his cigarette debonairly.
"I take it you're asking Tenten?" Neji turns an interesting shade of red.
"Um..."
"I'll take that as a yes then." I bring my own fag to my lips.
"Hey, Sakura." I say casually. My pink-haired work partner looks like she's about to pass out. Naruta ignores us.
"H...hi...Sasuke."
"You know there's a dance coming up?" She nods mutely. "Well I was wondering if you want to got with me?" She miraculously regains the power of speech.
"Yes! I love to!" She flings her arms around my neck. Over her shoulder I see Naruta staring at me with hate-filled eyes. I know I've just hurt her. But I don't care. No. I defiantly do not care.
