He regretted going there. There just had to be some rule against feeling like a jackass two days in a row. He had to wonder what made him think she'd even be there (and right before the beginning of class at that). Perhaps, it was an error on his part for assuming that just because she was a girl it meant she'd spend all her time surrounded by her smelly, pollinated, inanimate friends.
All girls didn't like flowers (right…?); although, if Sasuke were being honest, they never gave him any reason to suspect otherwise.
He saw Hinata there yesterday evening, collecting those rose petals he'd scattered on the ground during his - now that he looked back on it - stupid game of 'hide and never be found.' Most of his fan girls never missed a beat when it came to cramming them in his face. What's worse, they even wore them - strong and headache-inducing as they were - as perfumes.
Speaking of headaches…
What cruel god got a sick kick out of stationing Ino in his class again?
Their encounter in the garden started with a question and ended with her latching to his side like a bloodthirsty mosquito. For someone who preached about personal space to her fan boys, she sure didn't put it into practice herself. If it weren't for the fact that his mother raised him to be a gentleman (even if half the time he was anything but) or that he'd risk being late for class, he would've shoved her off. Sasuke was just thankful they weren't seated near each other. His height required him to sit in the very back of the classroom, away from her and every other girl in his class.
He didn't miss the murmurs of his classmates as he moved to take his seat, his bandages the topic of discussion (sans that group of girls that exchanged squeals over his and Ino's unfortunate rendezvous this morning). Honestly, it was as if they'd never seen a person with injuries before. It really wasn't that much of a spectacle; although, maybe it was a sight to see on his part. Uchiha and injuries just don't mix unless some third party was on the receiving end of it.
Sasuke ignored the confessions sticking out of his desk and plopped down in his seat, dumping his backpack next to his feet with a shrug. A grunt instantly escaped his lips as the ointment in his pocket dug into his thigh. He shifted to grab it, scrutinizing it between bandaged fingers with a look of indifference.
Who knew how much trouble a salve could cause? Was it truly worth returning if it meant more run-ins with fans and gossip? Sasuke stifled a snort, pocketing the item as their homeroom teacher entered the class. Of course, it was. No one did anything without some type of hidden motive and Sasuke would be damned before he was roped into owing anybody any favors.
No, he'd give Hinata back her stuff and go back to his mundane schedule of attending class and rejecting confessions. It was as simple as that.