Warning/ Authors Note: This may be bad news to some people, but there is somewhat of an age gap between Sasuke and Naruto, and because of this, I've also decided that there will not be lemons in this story. At all. Maybe like a lime...but no lemons! That's why it's rated T.
We waited in line silently for a while. Most of our time was spent looking at each other, and then looking away awkwardly when we caught each other staring. He's such an asshole. Why does he have to be good looking? How long do I have to go on this date with him? I don't even think he wants to get to know me.
"What are you going to order?"
I give him a confused look before he speaking up again. "I need to know what you're getting so I can pay for it"
I pull out my wallet to show him I'm perfectly capable of paying for myself. "There's no need to"
He snorts before taking my wallet and putting it in his pocket. "There's no way I'm letting you pay"
As nice as he was trying to be, what he did really made me mad. If I wanted to pay, I wanted to pay.
"What, will it bruise your ego knowing your date doesn't want or need you to pay for things?"
He gives me a dirty look, and I clench my jaw in frustration. He's just like his brother, only worse. "I would like an ice tea", I tell him as calmly as possible.
He nods his head and places the order. The wait is a little long, and depressingly silent, but eventually we get our orders and sit down across from each other. Are we even going to talk? Should I start the conversation, or does he have to? Would it hurt his ego if I did?
"So how old are you?", he asks to break the ice.
I'm a terrible liar. Everyone who's ever witnessed me lie knows it, but I try my best to make my lie sound as real as possible.
"Almost twenty"
His nerve-racking glare almost made me want to confess my real age.
"I know you're lying, but that's okay. I'm warning you now that I will not be seeing you again because of our age difference"
Rejected already? Can't really say I'm disappointed or surprised.
"Fine by me"
I didn't even bother to keep up the act. He was certainly not the type of person to believe his instincts were wrong.
"But I'd still like to know your actual age"
I smirk, growing interested in his curiosity. "Why? Not like I'm seeing you again", I snort.
He takes a few sips of his putrid smelling black coffee. "Keep in mind, this is still a date. Might as well keep me entertained for a while"
"Alright", I say simply. "I'm fourteen"
His eyes widen, and he looks mortified. "I'm kidding", I say quickly in defense. "I just turned eighteen", I lie.
Surprisingly, he believes this one.
"Such an obnoxious age", he murmurs.
"Oh really?", I ask mockingly.
"You think you know everything because you're legally an adult, and apparently that makes you ten times smarter than you were before", he says in a dry, sarcastic tone. "And you still won't be old enough to drink"
"Thanks. Very uplifting", I say with little enthusiasm. "So how old are you wise man?", I ask sarcastically.
"Twenty-five", he says with a smirk.
"Old", I say dryly.
"Young enough to go to clubs"
I roll my eyes. "I didn't know people like you did such laid back activities", I say mockingly. "But you've got five years left until you're too old to do even that"
The comment must've hit a nerve or something. I could tell by how he glared at me after I said it.
"Tell me about your job and how you met my brother", he demands.
I laugh nervously, after biting my lip. "My job is a pain in the ass"
He shakes his head at me. "I don't approve of that language"
"What, I can't say ass?"
I was only making him even more agitated, and as entertaining as I found it to be, I was worried that he would take his cup of coffee and leave me. "Sorry. If it makes you that upset I will try my best not to swear"
He smirks, and I can feel my patience level dropping. Smug bastard.
"But anyways, I met your brother in a hot tub. He just started talking to me randomly, and I didn't want to be rude so I held the conversation"
"Hn. Sounds just like him", he says before taking a sip of his coffee. "I bet he scared the shit out of you, didn't he?"
"Ha! Not at all", I say dismissively.
"I've been told that he's scary. Almost as scary as I am"
There's a sinister tone in his voice that I find hard to ignore. "You seem like a total softy", I say to piss him off.
He chuckles, which only makes me even more suspicious of him. That laugh did not sound very friendly at all.
"You'd be the first person to ever tell me that", he says darkly. "If anything, I'd say it's you that looks like a softy"
He was right. I couldn't blame him for thinking so, people often compared me to a girl. Not only because of my physical appearance, but because of my attitude. I pout too much and I but my lip when I think. Terrible little quirks that I wish I could get rid of.
"Not true", I say defensively.
"With a wig, you could probably pass as a gi-"
"Shut up", I snap before he could make any more rude comments about me. "I'm already aware of the fact that I look like a girl"
"Then you have no business calling anyone a softy"
I pick up my tea and drink it without making eye contact with him. "Whatever"
He looks at his watch, and I begin to wonder if I'm boring him. I probably am….or maybe not? I can't tell. He's so hard to read.
"I know your grandfather, Mr. Uzumaki", he says with a smirk.
"W-what? Y-you do?"
He's lying. He has to be.
"Yes, your brother told me all about him, and I've met him before. I'm a big fan of his novels"
Pervert. This man's a total fucking pervert.
"I've been considering making one of his books into a movie. All I'll have to do is ask, and I'm sure he'd say yes"
After he said that, I desperately wanted to get up and run away, but part of me wanted more answers.
"You're...a director?"
"Yes. Does Sasuke Uchiha ring a bell?"
My jaw almost dropped, and I couldn't believe how blind I was to all of this. No wonder he's so rich! He's directed so many academy award winning movies and his parents own the hotel I'm staying in!
"I...You!? I had no idea!"
I was at a loss for words. What was there to say to someone who had so much wealth and power?
"And of course, it would only make sense for you to not know this. I rarely tell people my name, and my face isn't all over magazines and newspapers. Very few people notice me in public"
"A-and you're okay with that? You do all this amazing work, and that doesn't bother you?"
He chuckles, as if the question was petty and unthoughtful. "I like my privacy. I don't want people knowing where I am or where I live"
I nodded my head. "That makes sense"
"Besides, I don't do it for the praise and glory. I do it because it's what I like to do"
For some reason, what he said made me smile. In a way, I hoped to be like him when I was older. He's successful and has a job he actually enjoys doing.
"So what made you want to become a director?", I ask out of curiosity.
"I've never liked taking orders from people", he admits. "Even when I was your age, I always found a way to make myself some type of leader. Whether I was captain of the swim team or class president, I always liked the feeling of being in charge"
"Like a dictator", I say jokingly.
"Almost", he says with a wry smile.
His creepy smile sent shivers down my spine, and made me question the type of person he was. Just who is he?
"But enough about me, tell me about yourself", he advises. "I'd like to know about your life in California"
"It's great", I say proudly. "I love my home"
"What part of California are you from?"
"Malibu", I reply. "I live in a small house close to the shore"
"Hn"
Why does he do that? It's so weird.
"I've been planning on buying a beach house down there. It's a very nice place to live"
"It's perfect", I reply. I couldn't help but smile thinking about my home and my friends.
"I wouldn't say perfect…", he says carefully. "But I guess I'm just bias. I've lived in New York City all my life and can't think of any place better than it"
That explains so much. No wonder he was being so rude on the taxi ride here.
"No offense, but I don't understand how anyone can find this City appealing", I say while crossing my arms.
"None taken. It's hard to get offended when you've grown up around here", he begins. "And I doubt you've even gone anywhere besides Central park. That's probably why you're so miserable"
I narrow my eyes at him. Sadly, he's right.
"How about you show me around?", I ask sarcastically.
He snorts. "Like I said. You're too young for me"
"I'm eighteen", I remind him.
"There's a seven year difference"
"But I'm legal?"
Why am I lying? Do I really care if I see him again or not? I have my money, so what more could I want?...And what the hell am I going to do with all this cash?!
"Doesn't matter", he says dismissively.
"So...I guess I'm being rejected. Oh well", I say casually with a playful smile.
"At least I can say I like you a lot more than I did when we were in the limo together", he says after letting out a sigh.
"Yeah", I murmur. "You're not so bad after all either"
He puts my wallet on the table and smirks. "Oh and just so you know", he begins. "When a rich man says he wants to pay for the date, let him pay"
I roll my eyes, unimpressed by how egotistical he was being. "I'll remember that the next time I go on a date with a millionaire"
"Billionaire", he grumbles.
My eyes widen, and he looks as if he regrets admitting that.
"Don't look at me like that", he demands. "It's weird"
I stare at my wallet, and can't help but imagine what it would be like if it was crammed with wads of hundred dollar bills like his probably is.
"Sorry", I say sincerely. "I'm just extremely amazed right now"
He sighs before taking a sip of his drink. "Typical"