title: the social game.
pairing: sasusaku.
draft: 003 - make me a sandwich.
disclaimer: i am incapable of owning naruto because i can't seem to finish anything.
an: this is gonna be an au drabble series. as some of you know, i'm not the greatest with finishing stories. this is why i mostly do drabble fics. so this is a story with a plot that is goin' nowhere. i'll try to steer this ship as best as i can.
warning ya'll right now 'bout the language. mmhmm. here's your warning.
Sakura hated waiting for her next class. Why couldn't college be like high school? One class after another and then out by noon.
That seemed better than this.
"Sakura, how much more time now?"
Sakura looked to her right, at Ino, her best friend, and then checked her cell phone. She sucked her teeth impatiently and slumped deeper into the bench the two were occupying.
"Forty-five minutes."
"Fuck my life."
To Sakura, this whole 'college' thing was complete and utter bullshit. Newly graduated high schoolers all live together in some old buildings and spend boatloads of money on classes where teachers expect you to spend a grand total of three hours outside the classroom on homework after each class. Each class was fifty minutes.
And then, in the end, you get a piece of paper telling the world that you graduated.
That's right; everyone's future was determined by a single sheet of paper. How depressing. Unfortunately for Sakura, she had eight years of college to suffer through; that's what she gets for wanting to be a doctor.
"Should we go get some froyo or something?" Ino suggested, leaning over to glance at her best friend. Sakura merely groaned and ran her hand through her pink tresses.
Her eyes narrowed from the sun's blinding glare and moved to shield her eyes, despite the dark aviators she was already sporting.
"Too lazy," Sakura bit out, "the froyo shop is, like, a twenty minute walk from here too."
"We can make it."
"Not really." Sakura disagreed.
The girls sat in the middle of Konohagakure's lush campus on a particularly pleasant summer afternoon. The sprinklers were making their hourly rounds and herds of students were scuffling to their hourly classes.
It was just Sakura and Ino who were seated on one of the many marble benches. They remained silent, watching the university soccer team jog by – Ino was rather appreciative of it – and the regular freshman tripping and face-planting into the wet lawn, their books and binders sprawling over the sprinklers' hard work.
"Uhm, should we help him?" Ino asked, watching as the unfortunate freshman slipped on the grass once more and actually landed on his back.
The poor kid was soaked now and his class was probably going to start any minute.
"If you want." Sakura shrugged, "This isn't the first time he's tripped somewhere."
"True."
The two stood up to help, but he was able to claw his way into dry surface with his ruined textbooks in tow. The best friends exchanged a glance and Sakura sighed.
"I stood up for nothing."
"Don't be lazy Sakura! Good God, you're just like Shikamaru."
"But I'm tired. And class won't start until two!" Sakura complained, checking her cell phone again, "Ugh, fuck this shit, let's go get some froyo."
"I'm down with it."
Ino twisted her long, bright blond hair over her shoulder and followed Sakura as they made their way across the campus to the frozen yogurt shop.
"Did Kakashi-sensei give us homework?" Ino asked, suddenly. Sakura looked shocked for a fraction of a second and then snorted, "Kakashi-sensei doesn't give homework. That would require him to actually read the work."
"Oh, you're right…"
Sakura grinned at Ino's forgetfulness and her friend flushed, telling Sakura to 'shut up'. The two proceeded past the open sportsplex, as their destination was just on the other side of the large soccer field.
Due to Ino's constant chatter, Sakura didn't notice the soccer ball flying towards them with frightening speed.
"Hey, watch out!"
Ino was almost certain that the sound of the soccer ball making contact with Sakura's head – which Ino was certain was hard as concrete because the girl was so damn stubborn – sounded very much like a dodgeball bouncing off the surface of a brick wall.
To Ino's dismay, she actually found it rather comical; the lively boing noise resounding off of Sakura's head and the victim heaving out a loud 'oop' before falling over.
It was too funny and Ino felt like a jerk for feeling that way.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, are you hurt?" a few boys from the soccer team ran over to see if the girls had been injured.
Unfortunately for Sakura, they were checking on Ino's well-being, not her own.
'Stupid boys.' Sakura thought to herself, wobbly rising on her own two feet. Ah, there was no point in fixing her glasses now, was there? That soccer ball made sure to shatter the little self-confidence Sakura still had.
Ino smiled sweetly at the – stupid, stupid – guys, "I'm fine, thank you," she then moved forward and grabbed Sakura's shoulder, "You okay, Sakura?"
"I guess. Who kicked the ball anyway?"
.
.
.
The team divided down the center like Moses did to the Red Sea. I guess I wasn't surprised when I saw the culprit.
"Sasuke-kun." Uchiha Sasuke, I should have suspected as much. I've known him since we were kids. And I hate him. The motherfucker.
(My mom always made me address people with honorifics, y'know, for respect, so I'm now stuck addressing him as such because it's been burned into my mind. Ugh.)
"Hn."
That bitch. He did that on purpose! He's probably still mad that I used the last tomato to make a sandwich this morning – yes, we live together; our parents thought it was a good idea because somehow, they've come up with the absurd notation that we keep each other in line. No, fuck that shit, he doesn't do anything.
It actually pisses me off sometimes.
I glared sharply at him, to which he replied with a smug smirk. How I wanted to slap it off his face…
"Stop that, you aren't cute." I snapped.
Sasuke-kun's smirk widened and he bent down to my eye level, "Sorry, I didn't see you there."
My fingers twitched and I ground my teeth together. Asshole, making fun of my height, as usual. He liked taking advantage of the fact that I don't hit people. I mean, I am a violent person, but I'm only violent when I'm cursing you to the depths; I don't exactly assault anyone.
But Uchiha Sasuke was begging for it.
He brought his hand to my aviators and pulled them down the bridge of my nose, just so that we made direct eye contact. If I broke my habits now and actually punched him, I wonder if the bruise I was itching to give him would match the color of his eyes…
"Get more tomatoes." he whispered. I could tell that he was still pissed at me. But knowing that he kicked a soccer ball at my head just because I used the last tomato annoyed me as well.
I scowled at Sasuke-kun and jabbed two fingers – pointer and middle – against his forehead, a gesture of our childhood.
"I will if you make me a sandwich."
Sasuke-kun snorted and shoved my sunglasses back in place, rather painfully, and then stood up straight.
"Hn. You're gonna be late for your class. Sakura."
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