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I glared harshly at the person who had her arms crossed glaring at me, her feet tapping impatiently at my crapload of steps.
"What is it Ino?" I sighed, she was probably really pissed off at the sixteen messages I ignored, but coming directly to my house? Oh God please.
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" she asked roughly, adding a sneer too.
"Sorry, I didn't hear your call." Actually it was more like calls. She was seriously starting to annoy me.
"What were you doing? Making out with Gaara?" She snorted, it was tempting, you know, just to smack her and shout at how she was a freaking prick. Ino was annoying most of the time, like she just had an annoying nature, but right now, it's the kind that you want to grasp around your hands and snap in two.
"No instead I was fucking him." I retorted in such sarcasm it surprised even me. She was on the verge of a life time ignoring phase.
"Do..you like him?" That question caught me off guard. She asked it in such an un-Ino like voice.
"No.." I said quietly, she kept staring at me strangely. "Why?" I asked.
"He likes you." She mumbled her eyes drifted toward the demented pink tulips.
"What?" I asked, I didn't think I caught what she had stated. I think I knew what she said, but it seemed unrealistic. Seriously.
"He..likes you." I blinked. I was frozen in shock. Gaara liked me? I didn't know if ethier I should jump up and down or sit in a dark corner sobbing.
"How do you know?" I asked, looking at her suspiciously. Ino did it before, saying that someone had liked me when they actually didn't. That's how she got information out of me. That's why I don't trust telling her who I like.
"What are you? An idiot, it's dumb ass obvious."
"What the hell?!" I said, it was obvious? How the hell was it obvious?
"No shit, why do you think he'd ask you to be partners in History retard."
"Cause there was noone else left with at least half a brain?" I said, rolling my eyes. I was getting a little inpatient from this chat.
"Just.."
"Just what?" I snapped. I knew it was quite harsh, but seriously, flick off.
"Just don't hurt him okay?" Huh? I stared at Ino's blue orbs and for once, she wasn't lying. She meant everything she had said and I aperciated that.
"I won't because he doesn't like me." I pulled a trigger. She slowly turned away and slipped away. As her heels clicked down the steps she entered her car, which was parked infront of my house.
I stared at her retreating car as it went down the street and cut a sharp turn at the corner. I slammed my wooden door closed as I stomped upstairs. I couldn't decide if Ino was just being her normal fuck you bitch self, trying to make me believe her about the Gaara thing, or I was just being stupid.
I had to admit, my choice was kind of getting more of an start. Then it suddenly happened. God had finally decided to hate me and make my life miserable.
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I tried to ignore the stares that were coming towards me. Well towards my leg, which was neatly wrapped in some white paper mashay. The teacher immediatly got up and helped me woddle my way to my desk.
I smiled timidly at the teacher as he nervously smiled back at me before quickly making his way to the board. I placed the crappy wooden crutches by my desk. Everyone was still staring at me in a shocked manner. Ino gave me a what-the-hell gesture. I shrugged, meaning i'd tell her later.
The only one who wasn't looking was Gaara, that's good, I thought. Though I did feel a little depressed about that. Class continued on for another hour before the loud bring of the bell indicated class was over. It was lunch and everyone was scattering out. I of course, whom had common sense, waited before standing up and wobbling towards my crutches.
Someone else grabbed them before I could reach toward them.
"What the fuck happened!?" Ino demanded, taking my crutches as hostage. I rolled my eyes, my hand firmly on the desk supporting my body.
"I freaking tripped on a marshmallow and fell down the damn stairs."
Silence. And then a burst of laughter. For me personally, I didn't think this whole situation was funny.
"Who trips on a marshmallow?!" I glared at her harshly, I knew I was clumsly, but I guess this was just plain stupidity.
"I did." I said, before reaching for my crutches. Ino pulled them away, enjoying herself as she mocked me. We did this for a few minutes and I was getting quite annoyed.
It was then, when finally she had basically threw the crutches back into my recieving hands as she noticed Sasuke walking down the hallway along with many other noisy people. Waving a pathetic excuse of a hand, she quickly jumped out of the room and entered the noise.
I sat there for a little while, until finally I heard nothing but one last squeak of a sneaker running down the hallway. I got up from my orange seat, and slowly wobbled my way across the room and entered the hallway.
I looked around, glancing timidly and turned to my right. My armpits were starting to hurt like a mother fucker from the wooden pieces of shit rubbing against them. I decided it was the best that I don't enter the cafeteria full of many students able to remark a harsh comment about my stupidity of getting crutches.
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I entered my combination, crutches leaning safely beside me on another beige locker. I gladly took out my lunch box and grasped it, holding it firmly as I placed it around my neck, ready to make my way inside the library, eatting in the darkest corner I can possibly find.
I pressed the silver button with my back as the doors opened slowly. I entered the library, seeing noone, not even the librarian, I felt quite pitiful. A loner I was, I hopped towards the back corner, passing the shelves and shelves of books.
Reaching my destination, I placed my crutches by the green desk, supporting myself on the table I took my lunch slowly off my neck and placed it quietly on the table.
It was awkard that it was so quiet. Never have I seen a library, our library actually quiet. Any loud noise seemed very misplaced and I wanted the quiet to last forever, so I did everything on my best.
Unzipping my lunch box, I shoved my hand down it and grabbed the lovely sandwich and juice box I quickly puti n my lunch box that morning. I threw everything on the table and my juice box had its mind cut that it wanted to roll on its own and fall of the god damn table.
Fuck, I didn't want to reach down there and grab it, but I was thirsty, but I really didn't want to.
It was then that I decided to grab it since my throat was killing me. screaming that I needed something down my throat before it burst. Instead of my fingers who were firmly wrapped around the dark red juice box, instead very pale fingers were on them.
I glanced nervously at the figure hwo had regained its stance. I gaped quietly, in one hand he had my juice box and in the other one, he had apple sauce.
"Uhm.. can I have my juice back, please?"