The Moron that is Me

by A writer has no name

"Sasuke Uchiha is the world's biggest prick" according to seventeen year old Naruto Uzumaki. But after a party where some things go down, Naruto finds himself constantly thinking about him. But Naruto knows Sasuke uses people and throws them away without a care. He's not like those moronic girls fawning all over that teme. Definetly not! Not a chance...right?

2. Chapter 2

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****Important: The high school system in here is different. Instead of all the middle school's pooling into one high school for four years the freshman and sophomores attend their own pre-high schools in their neighborhoods before all coming together for junior and senior year at the one main high school. So Naruto, Sasuke, and gang are juniors which means that they just started going to school together at the beginning of their junior year about a month ago.

Holy fucking fucktards!...FUCK! I glanced back up seeing the stupid smug smirk still in place as dark eyes watch me. God didn't anyone ever teach that bastard that it's rude to stare. Apparently not since his eyes are glued to me right now! Even if my eyes were bugging out of my skull (which they probably are) and my arms are flailing around at my sides (which I'm certain they are) and my face is the color of a fire truck (if it's even possible I'm sure it's redder) that does not excuse staring. Nope. Staring, especially if you have dark, black eyes that make people (specifically me right now) want to melt from their pure sexiness..whoa what?! I was kidding. Totally a joke. I was testing myself…

I need to get out of here. Why can't he just go…go..uh..do something somewhere else! Maybe if I close my eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut and then reopen them. An even more smug, bastardy smile met my gaze. Well shit. He's still there.

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(Earlier that day)

"Get off." A gruff voiced gritted out. I only squeezed the figure I had been hanging onto for the past five minutes even harder.

Temari gave a nervous giggle behind me. "Uh, Naruto, I think you should get off him now." Well my answer to that was digging my chin deeper into his shoulder. I clung onto him for a couple more seconds until two pairs of hands grabbed both my arms and pulled me away from the figure. I didn't fight but simply waited for the arms to release me. And of course I pouted and shot glares at Kiba and Shikamaru who for some odd reason were giving me an exasperated look. I have not a clue why.

It's not like I glomped the guy right when he came into sight and refused to let go until I had to be physically pried off…haha totally not me…well maybe.

How could I not though. I see one of my favorite people for the first time in a month! Of course I will hug him. I had been seriously Gaara deprived. So when Temari had lead Shika, Kiba and I into her kitchen to hang after school and a familiar mop of bright crimson hair stood starkly contrasting the tan and white themed room I had been so happy that I kinda flung myself at him.

"Dude, Gaara looked like he was gonna bite your head off if you held onto him another minute longer. No offense Gaara." I only rolled my eyes at Kiba's words.

"Gaara loves me more than all you suckers. That'll never happen. Right Gaara?" I smile at Gaara as I turn my gaze from Kiba to him. Emotionless sea green eyes stared dully back at me.

"Ouch. Guess not." Shikamaru muttered from the fridge where he was rummaging for food. I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. He was definitely grinning. Che. For someone who found fights so "troublesome" the guy made a lot of snide comments.

Looking back at Gaara I gave him my best "thanks a lot" look. In response a corner of his lips twitched up before returning to the line they were usually in. Even if he didn't say anything I know I'm Gaara's best friend. We were each other's first friends and had a friendship that had spanned longer than any of our other friendships. Gaara had been a really angry kid, and I had had my own slew of issues and no one wanted anything to do with either of us. I'll never forget when I first talked to him in kindergarten.

"Hi, my name's Naruto Uzumaki! What's yours?"

And then I got punched in the face by a chibi redhead glaring daggers at me.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

"Anywho, what time is the party tonight?" Temari asked from her spot at the kitchen table across from Gaara.

"Uh 8 right Shika?" Kiba asked Shikamaru who was making his way back to the table with a shiny green apple. I sat down in the empty seat to the left of Gaara.

"Yeah." Shikamaru responded as he plopped down in the remaining empty seat.

"There's a party tonight?" Gaara entered the conversation.

"Yep! You're coming." I replied cheerfully. A narrowed gaze turned toward me but I ignored it and admired the ceiling.

"…what?" the low, steady voice hinted at the redhead's annoyance. Gaara, being the people person that he was-not!, didn't go to many parties.

"Come on little brother it'd be good for you to get out" Temari added in. She gave me a conspiratorial smile, which I returned before turning my puppy dog face to Gaara.

"No." Gaara stared back at me. Three. Two. One. "Fine." Gaara sighed and replied bitterly. Another falls to the puppy dog face. Gaara's always been a sucker for it though.

"Yay! Come on Gaara let's go get dressed!" I jumped from my seat and latched onto the annoyed redhead's arm.

"Dude you've got three and half hours before we even have to be there."

"It doesn't matter Kiba!" I shouted from the stairs where I was awkwardly running and trying to drag Gaara up at the same time.

When we finally reached his room, I ran to his closet ignoring the all the scary band posters from various groups littering the room. I shuffled through the articles of clothing, all dark or red colors. To make this clear I'm not some fashion gay guy…well I am gay but hey I'm a pretty guyish guy if I do say so myself. I simply love to dress up Gaara. Nothing weird about that.

I paused on a black Three Days Grace tshirt with red writing. I grabbed it and then ran to the dresser on the other side of the room, automatically my hand went to the third drawer on the right where I knew Gaara kept his skinny jeans (no I don't stalk him. I just come over a lot.). I grabbed a pair of grey ones and turned to Gaara with the outfit in my hand. A single red eyebrow rose. I shoved the clothes at him and lay down on his bed. Gaara went to the bathroom and returned dressed in the outfit.

Just because you get to pick out someone else's outfit does not mean they should get to pick out yours. That's a stupid rule. I groaned into my pillow. I am currently lying face down on my bed (definitely NOT sulking), while Gaara and Kiba invade my personal space and rummage through my clothes.

"This is perfect" Kiba exclaimed and then snickered. Snickering is never a good sign. I lift my head off the pillow and look up in time for a bundle of clothing to whack my face. Lovely. I grab the clothes and shoo the out.

The outfit wasn't bad at all. It was just a pair of dark, ripped jeans and a white t-shirt with black graffiti writing on the front. I decided to wear my favorite and only necklace, a blue crystal on a dark rope. I kept the black studs in my ear. I wasn't really into changing my earrings. That's a chick thing. I pretty much keep the same pair in all the time. The outfit wasn't all that different from what I wore to school. Kiba wouldn't pick out anything too racy…unless it was a dare, or we were going to a rave, or he was getting revenge.

The three hours flew by quickly. Temari ordered us up some Chinese take-out that we all enjoyed, though I think Kiba and I at most of it. We then loaded in Temari's jeep with Temari and Shikamaru in front and Gaara, Kiba and me in the back.

"Who's party are we going to?" Gaara turned to Kiba and I and asked. I glanced at Kiba who mirrored my confused expression. I faced Gaara and mustered an awkward smile. "Heh..uh I have no idea." Gaara gave me a questioning look. "Were you even invited to this party?"

"What?! Of course!...Kinda...Temari was, and she invited me." I finished lamely and stuck my tongue at Gaara. Well shit, I feel pretty lame right now.

"Her name is Kaylie Bell." I shot Temari a glare. She definitely could've said that earlier and saved my butt.

"Yeah Katie Bell!" I smiled at Gaara. See I know my stuff.

For some reason Gaara sweat dropped.

Temari pulled her car over to the curb and we piled out. Katie or whatever her name is must be pretty well off. Wow. Her type of house eats my house for breakfast. I looked around. Teenagers in various group sizes were headed toward the house, which was thumping with music.

"Holy shit! A brand new Shelby Cobra just pulled up!" Kiba and I gawked at the beauty. I retract the statement it is an ugly, ugly, ugly car. Yes, it is. Why? Because Sasuke Uchiha, Neji Jyuga, and his few other rich boys stepped out. Oh lovely Uchiha is here. Now I may have just started to go to the same school as him about a month ago but we still lived in the same city and everyone knew about Sasuke Uchiha. Naruto Uzumaki is not a fan. Despite his amazing goodlooks, I am immune. I am so not like those drooling fangirls. That is degrading. I just appreciate a hot guy. And he was one. I call 'em as I see 'em.

Black eyes turn towards and narrow. Damn…I think I may have been staring…Oh shit he's looking at me. He's looking at me! Awkward eye contact. I feel stalkerish! Eep! Stay calm. Shit! Calm. Fuck! Oh motherfucking Ramen.

A hand grabbed mine and started dragging me off, forcing me to turn and try and keep up for fear of face planting or having my arm ripped off. I looked to see Gaara, with an iron grip on my hand, pulling us towards the house. Thank all that is sacred for Gaara. He's a keeper I tell you.

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The music was pumping through my veins. I closed my eyes, concentrating on my hearing and revealing in the thumping bass and loud music. Temari grabbed my hand and dragged me through the swaying and grinding bodies amassed on the living room turned dance floor. Once we were far enough in that all I could see around me were gyrating bodies Temari grabbed my hands and laced her fingers with mine. I grinned at her knowingly and let my body go as I began to dance. No one liked to dance except for Temari and I which left us as each other's dance partners all the time.

All I was aware of was the music and my body's response to it. Temari's hands were the only thing keeping me grounded, stopping me from losing myself to the music. The song swiftly changed to a song I knew well and I opened my eyes, grinning.

This kitten got your tongue tied in knots, I see

Spit it out 'cause I'm dying for company

Temari's eyes were shut as she shimmied her body and dipped down low. My grin widened even more, sure she looked much like I had a minute ago, completely enraptured in the music, and lost deep inside her mind hearing only the deafening music. My eyes roamed the shadowed bodies around me, all sweaty from dancing so much. A pair of eyes caught mine as they swept through the crowd because unlike all the other people who were focused on dancing, these eyes were focused on me.

I notice that you got it, you notice that I want it

You know that I can take it to the next level baby

For some reason I just kept staring, like a magnetic force was forcing me to not look away from the intense eyes fixated on my own. The lyrics and bass thrummed through my being but suddenly seemed like they were coming from a faraway place and barely reaching my ears anymore.

If you want this good shit

Sicker than the remix

Baby let me blow your mind tonight

Temari squeezed my hands as her body dipped down again pulling me from my trance as I glanced at her. Her eyes were still closed, completely unaware of my dazed expression.

I can't take it, take it, take no more

Never felt like, felt like this before

My grin returned and I started dancing, not sparing another glance in the direction of those intense eyes. My eyes slipped closed and my body started to sway.

C'mon get me, get me on the floor

DJ what you, what you waitin' for?

Right when I started to lose myself to the rythym, Temari's hands left my own. My eyes opened slightly but quickly shot all the way open when a pair of large, strong, not-Temari hands gripped my hips. I went to grab the hands to remove them but I found myself spun around and come into contact with hard surface. My breathe left me from the quickness of it all and I found myself trying to stop the suddenly swirling room.

Watch me move when I lose, when I lose it hard

Get you off with the touch dancin' in the dark

You notice what I'm wearing, I noticin' you're staring

You know that I can take it to the next level baby

I glanced behind me to find the same pair of intense dark eyes looking down at me. All the words that had been on my tongue died and my mouth dried up. I was unaware that my tongue had darted out to wet my lips until the intense dark eyes left my own and lingered on the pink appendage before I quickly closed my mouth. Suddenly I was very aware of how hot and flushed I felt from dancing. Though I wasn't dancing anymore, I felt my body temperature increasing very quickly.

"It's fine Temari." I wasn't aware of speaking the words, but it was undoubtedly my voice. A small huff sounded but my eyes stayed on the bottomless black ones.

Hotter than the A-list

Next one on my hit list

Baby let me blow your mind tonight

The hands around my waist tightened. The body behind me started to sway, grinding lightly on my backside. My body caught on immediately and swayed along with the other smoothly. Not knowing what to do with hands, I lay them on the other guy's ones at my waist.

I can't take it, take it, take no more

"You're a pretty good dancer." A voice whispered into my ear. The hot breathe against my already overheated skin sent a shiver through my body.

Never felt like, felt like this before

That voice sounded somewhat familiar but I couldn't place it.

C'mon get me, get me on the floor

DJ what you, what you waitin' for?

I tore my gaze from the twin midnight pools and faced forward, letting my eyes slip close.

See the sunlight, we ain't stoppin'

Keep on dancing till the world ends

If you feel it, let it happen

Keep on dancing till the world ends

Keep on dancing till the world ends

Keep on dancing till the world ends

I recited the lyrics in my head as they were blasted through the room. I was half way through the last part when my hand was grabbed and I was being dragged (literally not figuratively) through the sea of dancing people.

"W-whoa." I cried out, the words barely over a whisper. I was quite lost on why I was being dragged away from the dancing and music and fun. My feet were clumsily tripping over themselves since I was facing the opposite direction in which I was being pulled. My patience, not that I have much to begin with dissolved when I was jerked down a hallway and around a corner affectively cutting off my view of the dancing and basically the rest of the population at the party.

"Okay! Stop!" I dug my heels in the carpet and wrenched my arm away from the iron grip that guy had on them. I bit back the "ow!" that bubbled to my lips, thinking it might not be a good idea to whine and berate someone at the same time. Because I planned on doing just that. Berating. Not whining.

The guy made an annoyed sound before saying, "We are already here." I turned around to face him only to find myself pushed into a room.

"Jeez! What is up with the manhandeling! I can walk fine on my own." I muttered as I looked around the room I was now in. There was a bed, a dresser, a desk, and some bookshelves. All the items were somewhat stripped of their color thanks to the only light source, the moonlight filtering in through the large window to my left.

"I could see that just fine when you were tripping over your feet on the way here." A smug voice replied. I whirled around, eyes narrowing at the guy leaning against the closed door.

"It was because you were dragging me!" I retorted venomously.

"Uh-huh." This guy was losing whatever charm he had on the dance floor really fast.'

"Where are we?" I asked suddenly. Even from the few yards between us I could see eyes widening slightly before his smile widened.

"A bedroom, dobe. What does it look like." I flushed in embarrassment. Okay maybe that wasn't the sharpest question…but that wasn't what I meant! You know that voice sounded so familiar.

As if to answer my thought, he stepped into the moonlight. Oh...dear.

"Sasuke.." my mouth is feeling slightly parched. His eyes widened slightly. Probably because it was written all over my face that I had no fucking clue I had been dancing with Sasuke!

"No the sharpest are you." I got the feeling from his cold tone that he was slightly insulted I didn't know that I had been…ya know…with him. That explains why this guy was so hot. Wait…did he just insult me?!

"Hey, teme! It was dark in there! It's hard to tell who everyone is!" My face was definitely red. I hope he doesn't notice.

"Hn." The prick was smirking! And what the hell was up with the 'hn'. I'm sorry are we converting back to caveman days?

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else?" I asked. The question seemed to catch him off guard, but in the blink of an eye the smirk and self-righteous air were back. Yay.

"No. I like it here. You're looking cute tonight dobe." What…? Oh my. I feel like I'm fire. My face must be like a hundred degrees (why do I blush so much?!). Sasuke is walking towards me. Shit! I'm not sure how to be reacting!

"Eh?" I squeaked. I just fucking squeaked! A hand cupped my cheek. It was so nice and cool. Or maybe my cheeks were just really overheated.

I looked down but my face was lifted up. And-wait what….?

A pair of lips crushed mine. It was gentle at first. The lips moved softly against mine. But then started to get hungrier, harder, and a lot hotter. My mouth stopped being frozen in shock and started to respond while my brain was still far behind, not even processing the situation at hand. Something wet swiped against my lower lip, earning a gasp from me. But when I went to close my mouth after the gasp, I found a tongue preventing such an act. A tongue that was not my own. Sasuke's tongue wrestled with my tongue and before I quickly gave up and let him dominate the kiss and go deeper into my mouth. Pretty sure if there was anything hiding in there he found it since he literally touched every part of my mouth! It was really nice. All I was aware of was the hot feeling all over my body and Sasuke as he gripped my hip with one hand and my cheek with the other and kissed my passionately. He's so good at this. A moan slipped out of my mouth. So good…

Wait! My eyes flew open and I saw Sasuke's closed eyes. I shoved him off of me with all my might, and was satisfied (I'd be lying if I didn't say it didn't make me happy) when he's eyes opened in shock as he stumbled back. His eyes narrowed and he suddenly looked pretty annoyed. Well sucks for him cuz I was annoyed first! He was so good at kissing because he was a player that used people and treated them like trash!

"What the hell, teme?!"

"What, dobe? I steal your first kiss or something?" That stupid smirk. I want to knock that thing of his fucking face.

"NO. But-but you can't go around and kiss whoever you feel like!" I don't just go around kissing people. It's supposed to be kind of special..

"Of course I can. It's was just a make out" I gawked at this statement, " It's not like you didn't want me to. It's so obvious you wanted me too. And we both get something out of it. You get to spend the night with me and I get a quick hookup." A quick hookup?! Am I supposed to be honored that he was looking for a quick fuck or blowjob or whatever?! That-that…FUCKING BASTARD!

Crunch. My fist made contact with Sasuke's face. I ran. I didn't stay to see what the hell happened to Sasuke. I didn't even try and find one of my friends. I ran. I ran out of the party. I ran until I came across a 7-11 and I called Iruka.

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Lyrics used: from Till the world ends by Britney Spears

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