A/N: I hope you're all enjoying the story so far. For now on, the rest of the story will be written in Naruto's POV.
Chapter 2
Last night was rather embarrassing to say the least. My mother jumped on me as soon as she came home from the grocery store and asked me how my time out with my new friend went. I had told her that something had come up and Bamey had to go home. I should have said a boy's name or just said he, because as soon as I said the new girl's name, my mother got overly excited and started asking question after question about wither she was my girlfriend or at least a new found crush.
Of course I said no to all of these. We were just friends and I couldn't really see myself with her like that; we just met... and she kind of creeped me out with the whole thumb breaking thing yesterday.
Speaking of yesterday, I wonder if Fugaku went after her for what she did to his son. It wouldn't surprise me if Sasuke went crying for his daddy. I hope she's ok, even though she looks like she could handle herself pretty well, especially if she's from Alaska and survived breast cancer. I was actually really surprised when she said she had had breast cancer; how young was she when it happened? I wasn't about to ask her since it looked like it was a tough subject for her.
I should have asked for her phone number before she dropped me off, but then if my mother ever found out she would be squealing my ear off for who knows how long. The last time I ever had another girl's phone number was when I was dating Hinata back before Sasuke had gotten out of hand with his verbal and physical abuse. It hadn't last long, maybe a few months before she suddenly had to move to another country and we both agreed that a long distance relationship wasn't worth it since we barely knew each other.
I do miss her stuttering and her blushing face... and her huge boobs. I bet Bamey had huge boobs before they were cut off... ok, off topic and totally not appropriate.
Swaying back and forth on my feet, I wait patiently at the front doors of the school for Bamey, hoping she would be coming today. Apparently, after her little stunt yesterday, people had gotten the message to leave me the hell alone. The students wouldn't even look at me when they walked by, staying clear from me as much as possible. It was kind of nice, actually, not having to worry about someone tripping me or pushing me over, or even telling me how much of a low life and dead last I am.
This school, Konoha High, used to be a bully free zone since everyone knew each other in this small town, but after that fight with Sasuke those few years ago, people started to show their true colors. One by one, the jocks in the football and basketball teams, hell even in the swim team, decided that making others feel bad made them feel better. It was sad really.
A few minutes later, I saw her truck pull into the student parking lot and park not too far away. Today, her hair was styled into a Mohawk and her gauges were replaced with wooden flower plugs. She wore a white long sleeve shirt and blue under bust corset. Her shirt stopped mid thighs and instead of jeans she wore leggings today. He then stared at her shoes, they were knee high converse with belts going across the lacing in the front, stopping just where the zippers were in the back.
Yup, she was cute and I would totally be into her if she had some boobage. Don't get mad at me, I'm just a guy and that's how we think, though it is wrong to just be into her body and not her as a person.
As she got closer, I noticed that she had a labret nestled nicely underneath her bottom lip. She must not have been wearing it yesterday, but I thought I did notice the small hole there yesterday.
She grinned at me and bid me good morning.
I greeted her back before asking, "So did Sasuke's father come for your blood yesterday?"
She shook her head. "Nope, not even a phone call. I guess little duck butt boy had too much pride to go running to daddy." She chuckled before sighing. "I'll apologize to him when we get to class."
I nodded and we headed off towards math. We had a few minutes left before the bell rang, so that would give her enough time to talk to Sasuke. The classroom went silent when I opened the door. I looked back towards where Sasuke was sitting and wince at the sight of his left hand. His thumb was covered in a white cast as well as half his palm down to his wrist. He glares at us, me more than Bamey, with such hate I couldn't help but draw back behind Bamey a little.
Slowly, both Bamey and I walk over to our desks. I sit down while she continued over towards the raven haired boy, the class looking back and forth between the two as the tension rose. I could practically feel Sasuke's anger rolling off of him as he spoke.
"What the hell do you want? Come to break my other thumb?" His voice was dripping with chagrin as he gazed up at the white haired girl.
"I just wanted to apologize for my actions yesterday," she answered. She continued before Sasuke could open his mouth and tell her off. "It was uncalled for and inappropriate. I lost myself to my anger and ended up doing something I regret."
"If you think I'm going to forgive-"
"I'm not asking you to forgive me, I was just apologizing. Nothing more." She turned away from the enraged raven and took her seat next to me just as the bell rang, Iruka rushing in quickly and dropping his papers on his desk.
"Good morning class, I hope we all had a good first day of school yesterday," he said between pants. That's when he noticed Sasuke's hand. "Dear lord, what happened to your hand Sasuke?"
I stiffened, waiting for the prick to rat out Bamey.
There was a small pause before the Uchiha answered. "Landed wrong and broke my thumb at home yesterday," he answered coolly.
"Oh dear, well at least you didn't break anything else. I hope you heal quickly." Iruka began class, writing something on the board that I didn't notice since I had dozed off, thinking.
Why didn't Sasuke say anything? He could have easily gotten her in trouble and a few people in this class had seen everything and could testify with him. Maybe he didn't want to damage his dignity anymore by saying he had got beaten by a girl. That was probably it. No way he would have done that out of the kindness of his heart, if he even had one anymore. I continued dozing off throughout class while Bamey wrote down notes for me for later.
Every time someone asked about Sasuke's hand, he answered with the same thing that he had told Iruka. The few that had seen what really happened kept their mouth shut with one quick glare from the Uchiha. So maybe my thought of him protecting his dignity wasn't too far off. Yet, he left me alone, believing in Bamey's threat. I mean, who wouldn't believe her after what she had done to the raven haired boy.
I was on my free period now, walking through the halls towards the library to maybe finish up some homework to keep my evening free. I passed by some other students who were also on their free period and decided to pass time by playing their PSP and didn't notice as I walked by. I scoff when I recognized them as Shikamaru, the laziest and yet smartest person I have ever met, and Choji, Shikamaru's best friend who was also kind of fat-but never call him fat unless you want your face rearranged.
They were pretty decent guys. Shikamaru, the one playing the game, was always number one when it came to grades even though he was caught sleeping in class all the time. The teachers stopped trying to keep him up in class now since he got straight As anyways. Choji, watching the other play while eating a nutty buddy, was nice and made decent grades. The two were probably the only ones who actually talks to me without any hostility now and sometimes hung out with me after school. But I don't know if we would call each other friends just yet.
At my scoff, they look up and greet me before going back to their game. Obviously, what happened yesterday didn't scare them away. I smile and continue my way towards the library. Upon reaching it, however, I noticed that Mrs. Kurenai, the librarian, wasn't here. Maybe she was putting some books away in the back. I shrug and walk over towards the tables in the back, hidden by the many selves littered with books.
I stop and tense as I round the corner of one of the book selves. Sasuke, in all his gloomy, angsty self, was sitting at one of the tables at the very corner of the library, practically sitting in the shadows. He hasn't even noticed me yet and I hoped it stayed that way as I walk to a table far away from him. I look up and see that he still hasn't noticed me and I almost let out a relieved sigh when his dark eyes are suddenly looking into my own blue ones. I wince when I saw all that anger hidden in his eyes directed towards me.
I couldn't look away. All I could do was stare in confusion when anger gave way to hurt before he quickly looks back down at his studies. An urge suddenly swelled up inside me and before I could stop myself, I found myself walking over and sitting across the table from the raven, leaving my books and notes on the other table. I gulp down my nervousness as he looks at me in confusion, which he tried to cover up but failed.
I figured this was probably the best time to talk. No one else was around to spy on us or stick their nose into our business, no Kurenai to tell us to be quiet if we ended up yelling at each other, and we still had 30 minutes left to talk. That should be enough time, right? If not, at least I can get off what's on my chest and maybe fix a little with what happened between us; just enough that will make him come find me again so we can continue our talk later... hopefully.
It was quiet, besides the quiet buzzing of the florescent lights in the room, for a few moments before Sasuke decided to break it.
"What in god's name do you want?" he hissed. "Come to make fun of me? Sick Bamey on me again? Or are you here to gloat that you now have a guard dog?"
I keep my face blank as I reply with, "No. What Bamey did was wrong and she knows it, that's why she apologized. But that's not why I'm sitting here. I actually would have preferred staying way over there and finish up some homework."
"Then why don't you go do just that and leave me the hell alone." He went back to his studying and tried to ignore me.
I laugh bitterly at this. "Leave you alone? I've been asking you to leave me alone for the past three years when you started beating the shit out of me for no reason!" I hiss, trying to stay quiet. "And that's what I really came over here for, to ask why have you changed into some pathetic snob who get's his rocks off belittling others?"
"It's none of your damn business."
"Oh I think it is. I am the one getting picked on not just physically but verbally as well from the person who was my best friend. What the hell happened to you to make you do such a thing when the thought never crossed your mind before." I had raised my voice briefly as I stood up.
I was hurt and angry and I wanted to show him how much I hurt. Furiously, I pulled the sleeve up from my left arm to reveal something that I never would have thought of doing before all this...shit happened between us. His eyes widened slightly when he looks down at my arm and wrist but quickly hides it by letting his bangs hide his face. I too look down at the scars that littered up and down my arm, sometimes crossing over each other. The pain that I caused to myself helped me take my mind off the many things I rather not think about what Sasuke had done to me that day or that week; it helped me forget, for at least a little while.
"This is all your fault," I hissed out with such anger that he cringed, eyes still hidden behind his bangs. "I do this so I can try and forgot everything that you have done to me. I don't give two shits what everyone else says or does to me, but you... you betrayed our friendship and stabbed me in the back!"
He flinches away from.
Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I sit down as well while running a hand through my hair. "You probably don't give a rat's ass what I'm saying to you, but you know what? I still think of you as my best friend deep down in my heart. And you wanna know what I think?"
"..."
"I think you're mad at your father. I think you're letting your frustration out on me, which at first was fine until your words became more cruel and your fists started to hit harder, actually wanting to cause me pain." I try to look into his eyes but they were still shadowed behind his bangs, his lips pinched together to form a straight line. "And you know what else?"
"..."
"You should talk to your father. I don't care if you have to go see him at work, catch him as he's going to work, or even have to force him to talk to you at the dinner table." I pause, waiting for him to tell me I was wrong on my assumption. When he continued to sit there in silence, I knew I had been right.
Standing up, I grab my bag and walk out of the library without another word, not realizing that Kurenai was back at her desk and most likely heard just about everything I said. I had five minutes left to spare, not enough time to start anything besides make my way to my next class. I made it to my chemistry class just as the bell rang and kids came flying out of the room to hurry to their next period.
As I sit down, I let my head fall into my hands, covering my face as I thought back at what I had just showed Sasuke not even seven minutes ago. I had shown him something that even my parents didn't know and now he might go and exploit it around the school. I let out a deep sigh and sit back, slouching in my chair and gaze down at my desk as the teacher began today's lessons. I was too far into my thoughts to hear anything he was saying.
After school, I decided that I didn't want to go home and be alone with my thoughts... and my butterfly knife that was hidden underneath my mattress. During the summer, I had promised myself that I would stop with the cutting once school had started and now I was itching to get back home and watch the blade of my knife slice open my skin to let my blood bead out and down my wrist or arm. I shiver at the thought, disgusted with myself for actually thinking that way. It was all that heartless bastards fault.
A hand on my shoulder brought me back down to earth and I look to the side to see that it was Bamey with a look of concern written all over her face. She says nothing, however, waiting for me to tell her what was on my mind. When I say nothing, she just smiles lightly and grabs my hand to lead me to her truck. I follow without any hesitation and get inside the truck, immediately turning on the AC as soon as she starts her vehicle.
"So what do you want to do today?" she asks, keeping the truck in park as she waits for my answer.
"Anywhere but home," I reply. "I don't want to be alone today, even if my parents are home."
She nods and shifts into drive, taking off out of the parking lot and onto the high away from the city. I don't ask where we're going and watch her as she concentrates on the road. She drove with her left hand on the steering wheel with her right settled on her lap. Her seat was pushed as forward as far as it could go so her foot could reach the petals, the back of the seat settled back a little; classic rock playing quietly in the background.
The truck itself had a nice light blue interior with the seats made out of fabric rather than leather and two fold out seats behind the passenger and driver's seats. It smelt of shampoo and air freshener and was nice and clean with only a few stains here and there on the carpet. Everything inside looked original without anything being stripped out and replaced with something newer; the cassette player would testify if anyone didn't belief me. I smile when I saw a cassette adapter sticking halfway out of the player.
Fifteen minutes later, I noticed that we were out of Konoha's city limits and surrounded by trees. Bamey had then pulled into a dirt road that really needed to be grated for several minutes before turning into semi long and wide driveway. I watch as a house that kind of reminded me of a sort of warehouse revealed itself from the trees. A large shed, more liked shack, stood several yards away with barn like doors and stacks upon stacks of wood sitting underneath the lean-to attached to the shed.
After she parked, I got out and looked at the light blue metal siding of the house and questioned to myself mentally why would anyone want to live in a place like this. It wasn't bad look, just different. Any why metal siding? The house was two stories high with a large garage door, which probably meant the whole first floor was the garage. A set of metal stairs sat on the right side of the building and led up to a deck and a green house like entryway. My guess was that the front door was probably up there and not the one currently in front of me.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Bamey said with a grin, taking my hand and leading me inside the garage. I whistled at the size of it and at all the shelves filled with tools, car oils, gun powder, and other things I don't recognize. "My dad's in here most of the time when he's home, fixing on someone's car. He call's it his shop."
I nod and she leads me back outside and up the stairs. In the green house like entryway the heat suddenly became unbearable as the thermometer read that it was 90 degrees. There were also several planters filled with a variety of vegetables and fruit along the entrance way's walls. As she unlocks her door, I pick and eat some ripe and delicious strawberries and a couple of grapes.
There was a sudden tug at the back of my shirt and I was forcefully dragged inside the house. The inside was not something I was expecting. The walls were a light shade of real wood paneling, the ceilings white and smooth and sloped down-stopping a few feet from the ground, and the carpet was a light shade of gray. As soon as I walked in, I was in the kitchen with the stainless steal fridge about four feet in front of me.
"This is the kitchen as you can see with the living room on your right," Bamey said as she gave me a small tour of her house. "To your left you have the bathroom. Straight ahead you have my bedroom and my dad's." The doors to the bedrooms were closed and she made no motion of opening them. "It's a little small but it works." She shrugged. "I think my dad only got it because it reminded him of our old house back in Alaska."
I nod in understanding. "Wait, you keep talking about your dad; what about your mom?" I ask, curious.
"Oh she passed away when I was five," she answered like it was any normal question. "Don't remember her very much, but I do know that I got her drawing skills."
"Oh." I look down at the floor, thinking I had brought up a touchy subject like her breast.
She sets a gentle hand on my shoulder and gives me a small smile. "Hey, it's alright. I had gotten over my mom's death a long time ago and moved on with my life." She sits on the couch and motions for me to follow. "Changing topic, I heard that you let Sasuke have it today in the library. What did you say?"
I shrug, not really wanting to talk about it. "Just that he betrayed our friendship and stabbed me in the back. You know, that kind of stuff." She gave me an unreadable look but said nothing. "Look, I don't want to talk about it."
"Why, because you showed Sasuke something that you're regretting now?"
I gave her a look that I hope was confusion and asked, "What are you talking about?" Panic welled up inside me as she gave me a knowing look.
Without another word, Bamey unbuttons her pants and pulls them down to her knees. I quickly look away when she does this, but she prompted me to look back. As I did so, my eyes widen in shock at the faded scars that littered her thighs. She quickly pulls up her pants before I can even think to look and see what color her panties were and sits back down with a look of shame, hands clasped together on her lap.
"Remember when I told you yesterday that I was picked on for my acne and then my flat chest?" she asks me quietly.
"Yeah, but you don't seem to have a problem with acne now," I reply. It was true, her face was pretty much clear of any zits and blemishes except for the many pit scars that clustered around her cheeks.
"Yeah, I'll tell you about that in a minute. But back in junior high and freshmen year, I had it really bad and my dad couldn't afford to take me to a dermatologist. And somehow, most of the girls there had clean faces or were masters at make-up so they could cover them up really well. But I couldn't wear cover up or anything like that 'cause it clogged my pores and made it worse. And kids could be some of the most cruelest people on earth. I couldn't handle it sometimes and started cutting, doing it on my thighs or other places people wouldn't be able to see them." She sighed deeply as she traced a scar through her leggings.
"How did you stop?"
Her frown turned into a small smile at this and said, "I met someone in freshmen year in high school who helped me stand up for myself and made me feel good about who I was. She changed my life around and helped me become a bad ass." With a giggled, she gazed up at me and her smile began to grow. "And now I want to be the person who helps you if you'll let me. Not because I feel like I have to, but because I really want to as a friend."
I grin back and take her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine and wanting to feel the comforting warmth radiating off her palm and arm. "I'll try and let you in... I think I may already have though without realizing it."
She leans in and kisses my forehead before getting up and stepped over to her bedroom door, waiting for me to follow before she opens the door and leads me in. The walls and ceiling of her room looked the same anywhere else in the house except for the many pictures hanging on the walls. Some looked liked family pictures while others were drawn pictures of random things. She really did have some artistic skills, though they looked a little cartoonish rather than realistic. A twin bed sat in the very corner of the room, underneath her window, with a dresser across the room beside a small walk in closet.
"I draw anime," she announces from behind me on her bed, watching me looking at a particular drawn picture.
"Anime?" I ask over my shoulder before going back to looking at the rest of the photos.
"Yeah, you know like Japanese animation, or Japanese cartoons I guess you could say. I went through a very big faze back in junior high." She chuckles at this. "I still enjoy them, just not as crazy as I used to be."
I nod and sit next to her as she opens up her laptop that had been sitting on her bed when we walked in. "I actually made a couple of animations myself, though they're not very long. Here I'll show you" She clicks on an item on her desktop and a video began to play, Transylvania Lully-bye playing in the background.
The screen starts off dark before random animated scenes start to play, almost looking like a movie trailer. It was amazing and played so smoothly, it almost made me think that it was an actual preview for a movie. The music was soft while the images on the screen were kind of creepy, giving the video an eerie feel to it. From what I got from the video, it looked like a fairy tale story gone wrong.
"That was amazing," I complemented when the video ends.
"Thanks," she replies with a proud smile. "I've actually been working on a video for a project at school."
"How far have you gotten?"
"Not very far, I don't want to show it to anybody until it's completely done though."
She closes the laptop and sits Indian style on her bed to the side of me. I follow so that I was now facing her. That evening, we talked the rest of the day away; telling each other embarrassing stories, our likes and dislikes, our passions, and our goals. I wasn't surprised when she said she wanted to make animated movies. Bamey was, however, when I told her I wanted to become a swimming instructor.
Looks like we're hitting the pool this Saturday.
Around dinner time, I had gotten a call from my dad, who was worrying up a storm until I told him I was with the girl from yesterday and having dinner with her and maybe her father if he didn't come home late tonight. He immediately calmed down and made a suggestive comment, which made me blush a bright red and I hung up on him with a growl.
A/n: chapter 2 complete. I hope you're liking this so far. Please review and tell me what you think. I'm planning on keeping this a short story, maybe 5 or 6 chapters long, before starting another one.