It's been threes months, since they met.
Everybody knew their new art teacher now. They liked him, especially girls, since he is such a gentleman.
He was so smooth with his movements, always coming at exact time, and had very high fashion knowledge.
His usual uniform was white shirt (slightly unbuttoned) and black trousers. He wore black nail polish, sometimes small dose of crayon under his eyes, and his too expensive dark-blue diamond ring. Apparently, he has money.
Sasori's POV:
School bell ranged.
"Okay, that would be it…Do your homework for the next class and finish unfinished works." I said with cracked smile.
Pupils went outside for break, leaving only Deidara in classroom.
Oh, geez. Another shitty explanation why he can't do homework at home. That kid is tireless…Though, he really wants to prove himself as an artist.
-Deidara?
-Yes? , he looked up to face me.
-I think I can't tolerate anymore your over-time art. I need a break. So do you. I'm asking you to leave this room, instant. Maybe if I talk more serious, he would take me as that.
-But Sasori sensei, If I don't do my work now, I wouldn't be ab- he tried to make a sad-eyes look. Hmph, such a deja-vu.
-Able to finish it at home, because you lack motivation there, yees, yes. I know all that. But how about to find imagination at your place and leave your teacher alone with a sweet coffee now, ha?
-Oh, alright…butt can I –
-No buts! Go to your friends, and see you in next class.
-Okay… he waved and got out. He blinked weird…
Finally…
Wait? Blinked weird? Did he just wink at me? Really?
Hmm…no. It must be my brain seeing things.
I am actually starting to think that he has a crush on me. Although, if he has it, he's hiding it good… I caught him couple of times staring at me, but I threw it away. Though, he bumps a lot at me. And sometimes watch me on breaks.
Oh, dear god. He does like me.
Crap. What now?
Deidara's POV:
A wink Deidara? Fucking wink? Are u serious?
Oh well, maybe he didn't notice.
God, I hope he didn't.
Though, I don't know how to wink.
Oh, just forget about it.
I was thinking about that while I made my way to lunch department.
-Hey, Dei! Over here! Kiba waved at me.
-Oh, hi guys. I sat next to him. Others were eating and chatting. Kiba talked to Naruto something. And I just couldn't get my mind off his beautiful face. Ah, Sasori. Maybe I should try to paint something at home. That way, I could get more of his attention. Yeah! I can do that.
Haha, I never thought about this before!
He can be my fucking inspiration!
This is great!
-x-
"Shit. This isn't working. I can't draw anything." I whined in my bedroom hopelessly. I looked at clock and it was 7 pm. Maybe I should get some sleep first, that would be better. I took off my clothes and jumped in bed. But I just couldn't stop thinking about him. His smile, his eyes…his everything? Yeah... I fell asleep after 2 hours of daydreaming.
-x-
7:45 am
I woke up, and cursed myself.
"Why is this always happening to me?"
I was ready for school in flashlight, and then, I remembered I haven't finished my work yet.
"Oh, great. Just great. Things couldn't be more worse. " I dragged myself from the apartment, ignoring mother, and went to school. When I was about to enter my first class, I stopped.
What would he think about me if I show without homework? No. No way.
I'm going to finish this painting.
With that thought, I went to backyard and started working.
It has to be perfect. It has to.
I finished it exactly on time, and went to art class. He was sitting on his desk, arms crossed. Bell ranged, everybody sat down, and dispose their works. Sasori was going through every pupil's table and finally he came to me.
-So, let's see was your inspiration unleashed last night. He said with a smile.
I didn't say anything, I just gave him my work.
-Deidara! He gasped in a surprise.
-This is…this is great! He took my work and showed others how I did it. It seems he was amazed by it. It's like I never knew how to draw, and suddenly I became Picasso.
He said he's going to keep it.
I was happy, I did it. But it wasn't something special. It's like I expected more. But I don't know… what.
Class was finished, and when I was about to get out, he stopped me. My heart was blinking. I thought I did something wrong.
-Deidara…can you stay a little more? We need to talk. He said with a serious face.
I think I'm dead.
I just nodded and sat down in front of him. Everybody went out. He stood up and closed the door. He leaned on my desk with crossed arms. I just looked at him with my wide eyes.
-Deidara…First, let me tell you that your work was fantastic. You really did a great job. Mmm…but I noticed something…
Oh god! I think he knows…
-I-I… saw you.
On his face was written awkward. Fuck!
-I mean, I think you have something …mm, some feelings towards me, and I don't think that that is a good idea.
I could feel his eyes on me. I was looking at my boots. He was expecting me to say something. What the fuck can I say?
He saw I wasn't going to respond, so he continued.
-I need to clear this up…I'm straight.
Is that a tear on my boot?
-Remember, our first crash? You know in the building? Ehh…I was there because I was going to my home…mm, I want to say that… your neighbor is my lover.
Wait, WHAT?
-You mean, Mrs. Lei? I asked still not facing him.
-Yeah…
-Oh…I looked up. He was looking at me also. I can tell he was sorry.
-Well, I'm sorry that I bothered you, Mr. Sasori.
With that sentence, I stormed through the door, my eyes filled with tears.
I left him behind with his half-opened mouth and stretched arm.
What did I think anyway? That someone like him could like ME? Just pathetic Deidara..