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WAZZAP, HOMEDAWG?
...No. Just...no, Naruto.
Don't be so jealous of my madd skillz, Sasuke-G!
Please go to the nearest bridge and jump off it. Why the hell are you so hyper? It's 9:30 in the morning. Freak.
It's called coffee! Also, MOTION REJECTED. Dawg.
You must have stolen some from Sakura, since she's talking to Bushy Brows. And SMILING.
Oooh, someone's jealous! Also, slightly obsessed. You're a creepo stalker, you know that?
Excuse me? I don't STALK, Naruto. And I'm not jealous, either. Tch. Annoying.
Annoying equals I LOVE YOU, SAKURA. MARRY ME in Teme-ese.
NOT.
Oooh, good comeback. Please teach me in the ways of LAME.
Oh please, I own your ass in just about everything, dobe.
Well, I PWN you, biatch.
In your dreams, maybe.
I don't dream of you. I dream of Sakura!
...That is sick, Naruto. Speaking of Sakura, is it just me or did Lee just shift closer to her?
What, no jealousy?
CALL SECURITY. HE ACTUALLY DARED TO LEAN OVER AND READ HER NOTES? BLASPHEMY!
I am NOT jealous.
Oh yeah? Then why is his hand close to hers and why are his fingers moving towards hers?
...Intervention!
"Hey! Bushy-Brow!"
"Naruto-kun! Your youthfulness touches me, such is the vibrant loudness of your voice! What can I do for you?"
"You can get your meaty paws off my buddy's girlfriend," Naruto said under his breath, nudging Sasuke impishly. To Lee, he said, "Come here! Because my vibrant voice is in need of youthifying!"
Lee jumped up from his desk, yelping a "Yosh!" as he bound over to the blonde.
Sasuke looked over at Sakura. She looked puzzled, one head cocked to the side, notebook dangling limply from her hands. When she saw Sasuke looking at her, she reddened, smiling shyly.
"Go, man." Naruto urged underneath his breath. Sasuke shot a sideways glare at him.
"Don't tell me what to do, dobe." He muttered, but got up anyway and walked casually over to Sakura, grabbing his things as he did.
"Hi, Sasuke-kun!" she greeted when he was close enough, not without some surprise. She paused. "Um, did you need something?"
"Hn." He muttered, wondering why he was there. "What did you get for question five?" He asked, seating himself next to her so that Lee wouldn't have a chance to when he returned.
"I did a Feminist critique, but you could do Marxist, too - they both work well for the story," Sakura answered, flipping through her notebook. As she did so, her bare arm brushed Sasuke's sleeve, and she had to work to suppress a smile. "Thanks for the ride yesterday, Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke shrugged. "It wasn't a problem, not like your house was out of my way."
"Still nice of you," Sakura mumbled, embarrassed. She looked around, desperate for a distraction. "What's Lee doing? He wanted my help on Structuralism..."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed at the mention of the overly-enthusiastic boy before his face was completely blank again. "He's helping Naruto at the moment," he said coolly.
Sakura's brows furrowed. "Lee doesn't get it himself, though. I should go help them..."
"He'll be fine, Sakura," Sasuke told the female. "If anything, he can always ask the teacher."
Sakura gave Sasuke an odd look. "If our teacher was anyone but Kakashi-sensei, I would agree," she said with a nervous little laugh. Why was Sasuke-kun being so weird? "I'll be right back, Sasuke-kun." And before she could ponder over how strange it was to reassure Sasuke of her company for once, she was out of her chair and heading towards Lee and Naruto.
Sasuke sighed, tapping his pen irritably against the paper and trying not to (though failing miserably) sneak looks at Sakura and Lee.
He really didn't care that Sakura was leaning over Lee's shoulder to point out the answers in the text in front of him and Naruto. He really didn't care that that dimple was appearing in her right cheek from when she smiled at the two of them. He didn't care that he had left his seat to come to her, and she still found her way to Lee.
Really. He didn't care.
He grew more irritated as he watched Sakura smile again at Lee and then laugh at something he said.
Stupid Lee, hitting on Sakura so obviously. Stupid Sakura, for not noticing that Lee was hitting on her.
Just then the loudspeaker crackled, and a girl's voice filled the room.
"Just a reminder, guys!" The voice of the senior class president, Ino, crackled through the speaker. "The Student Government is trying really hard to raise money for the seniors at the end of the year," The class cheered, Naruto hollering especially loudly. Sasuke sighed. Why was he here again? he wondered, determined to not glance at acertain very oblivious girl. Ino, over the intercom, went on, "and to raise that money, we all have to chip in. The bake sale is in only two weeks, and we need everyone to bring in their baked goods. This may be for the seniors, but hey, you little guys, your turn's coming up, and karma goes a long way!" She laughed. "So, you know, start baking!"
There was a click, and she was gone.
"Sorry that took so long, Sasuke-kun," Sasuke glanced up at Sakura, who looked confused at the obvious annoyance in his eyes.
"Hn."
"So, uhm, did you get the answer you were looking for?" Sakura asked awkwardly.
"Yeah." She glanced down at his paper, the number five blank, and then looked at him.
"So, uh, how about that bake sale? Are you going to participate?" He nodded shortly, and Sakura bit her lip. I wonder what's bothering him...
"What do you think you're going to do?" Sasuke looked up at her, hands clutching her notebook to her and biting her lip. He had upset her.
Sasuke sighed. Stupid pink-haired females that seemed to know how to get underneath his skin.
"Not sure. I'm thinking I might do a cake. Perhaps Pineapple Upside-Down Cake." He paused. "You?"
Sakura smiled, seeing that he had gotten over whatever mood he had been in. "I don't know, I'm thinking maybe a fudge cake..." She smiled sheepishly. "I love chocolate."
Against his will, Sasuke's lips twitched in a grudging smile. Sakura noticed it and her grin widened.
"Only problem is," she said, laughing nervously, "I'm not much of a baker."
Sasuke peered up at her from behind his bangs. Naruto, coming up behind her, had obviously overheard because, in typical Naruto fashion, he slung his arm around her so abruptly she squealed in surprise. Ignoring this, as well as Sasuke's Look, Naruto said, "Why don't you get Sasuke to teach you? He's a whiz in the kitchen. He's got a frilly pink apron and everything."
"I do not," Sasuke snarled, "have a pink apron."
He turned his head to Sakura, who was looking at him hopefully, viridian eyes shining. Sasuke felt his stomach twist oddly at the sight. What the hell?
"Can you teach me Sasuke-kun? I mean, if you have time." She tacked that last part on abashedly, feeling a flush crawl across her face at the assumption that he would automatically say yes.
"DO IT!" Naruto mouthed behind Sakura's back.
"Aa. I'll teach you how to bake, I guess." Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly, though the smile Sakura offered him made his stomach do weird things again.
Naruto pumped his fist silently behind Sakura's back. "Wait 'til you see his apron," he told her. "It says 'Kiss the Chef.'"
Sakura flushed at the insinuation. "Um. Right. Whenever is good for you, Sasuke-kun. I'm going to go. Over there." She pointed lamely at a random corner of the room, turned on her heel, and scampered off.
Naruto winked. "You need to spell it out for that girl. I'll get you the apron. You SO owe me for this."
Sasuke stood up. "Go away," he said, as both he and Naruto were walking back to their seats. "Where's Lee?"
"I told him a cat was stuck in a tree," he answered. Sasuke didn't know if he was serious or not. "Can you name your first kid after me?"
A punch in the back of his head was what he received for an answer.
A/N- So yes, obviously this IS a chaptered story, though just how many chapters there are going to be Annie and I aren't sure yet. Also, your reviews rock my world; thanks SO MUCH for all of them, and remember, reviews are what keep us going so don't forget to review!
(Note to FOMD readers: the next chapter WILL be up soon; sorry, school (and Gintama; mmm, Okita) are pwning my life right now.)