Confessions of a Stalkoholic
Summary: "Hi, my name is Sakura Haruno, and I'm a stalkoholic."
Rated: T
Pairings: Sasusaku, ShikaIno
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It sucks, but I don't.
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Chapter 4
I yanked the brush through my hair over and over again, sighing in relief when it finally slipped through the strands without catching a knot. I studied my reflection in the mirror, wondering what it was that had changed. To my eyes, I still looked exactly the same. Quirky pink hair, cute little nose, wide green eyes… nothing was different.
I felt different, though. My head was up in the clouds, and I felt on top of the world. For the first time in forever, I just felt happy. Like, I-just-got-a-new-puppy level happy.
Because, finally, Sasuke had noticed me too.
I just couldn't stop thinking about the way he kissed me, urgently and passionately. I replayed the scene over and over in my mind, as I'm sure the rest of the junior population was. I had already received 51 text messages and over 90 multimedia shout outs on Twitter, Facebook, and even MySpace (does anyone even use that anymore?).
They ranged from:
Sakura, you go girl! I always knew your creepiness would pay off!111!1
to
LISEN BICH U MES WIT MY SASUKE AND I WIL MRDUR U AND EAT UR BONSSS
So, naturally, I was a little nervous about coming back to school. Not only was I anxious about everyone's reaction to me, but I also wondered where this left us. Us being me and Sasuke, of course.
Were we a couple?
Were we friends?
Were we friends-with-benefits?
Were we just plain old benefits?
ACKACKACKACKACK! Why must everything be so difficult?
Fixing my part, I sashayed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, grabbed a banana, and hurried out to meet Ino, who had just pulled into the driveway. She was tapping her foot impatiently by the time I had seized my backpack and scrambled into the passenger seat.
"Hey," I said, trying to act casual as I shut the door and we pulled away. Ino was weirding me out, but I didn't want to bring it up. She was practically oozing just-act-natural vibes.
"Hey," she echoed.
And cue the awkward silence.
"So…" I began, clearing my throat. "How was… church?"
"I didn't go." Ino replied.
What? Ino was the most religious person I knew. The last time she missed church it was because her granny died, and she had to attend her funeral, and she prayed the rosary six times to make up for it. "Why not?" I asked, hoping the question came off as an attempt at conversation and not an emotional attack.
She hesitated for a moment, and then shrugged it off. "I just didn't feel like it."
And that was the end of that exchange. I spent the next fifteen minutes pretending to be fascinated with my shoes.
It took all I had to stop from jumping for joy when the school building finally pulled into view. I forced myself to slowly unbuckle, roll up the window, and step out of the door at an even pace, but I could tell Ino wasn't buying it. Her eyes never left my back as I walked through the school doors.
The second I stepped inside though, Ino's peculiar behavior was the last thing in my mind. Everywhere I went, people pointed and whispered. I felt like the cliché pregnant girl in every movie- it sucked.
As I strolled past a group of freshman (psh, cute little frosh think they're so cool) I distinctly heard the words 'slutty whore' come out of the mouth of what had to be the sweetest looking girl I'd ever seen in my life. Seriously, this chick was adorable. So, naturally, I kicked her in the shin. I just couldn't bring myself to ruin that angel face.
She still cried though, so I was happy.
That's right. Be afraid, biatch. Be very afraid.
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"Sakura Haruno, please report to the principal's office." Shizune-sensei's voice rang across the intercom, followed by the ringing of the first bell.
The principal's office? That meant I've received an award! I wondered what on earth I'd earned this time. I've been presented awards ranging from Highest GPA (4.1. Yes, you read that right) to Teacher's Pet (that one was kind of embarrassing…). My personal favorite was the Most Awards Award!
I skipped to the waiting area, a big smile on my face. And then I saw her, and it slipped right off.
Oh crap.
There sat the little freshman girl, holding an icepack to her very swollen leg.
Tsunade-sensei opened the door, no traces of the usual warmth in her eyes. She looked pissed.
"SAKURA!" she snapped. "MY OFFICE. NOW!"
I could only hope she had had enough booze today to put her in a happy place. I was sure as hell gonna need someone on my side. I didn't like the look that chick was giving me, still trying to reduce the puffiness in her shin. I allowed myself a smile of satisfaction. Tsunade-sensei had taught me well.
We shuffled inside, and I flinched when my teacher slammed the door closed.
She turned to me, and her eyes flashed red. Someone was not in her happy place.
Curse you, rehab.
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I wandered the halls in a daze, Tsunade's words repeating in my head.
I'm so disappointed in you, Sakura.
What were you thinking? Your future was so bright!
Good luck getting in to Harvard now.
Thirty days detention. Count 'em.
Detention. Detention. DETENTION.
I didn't even know where the detention room was! Sighing, I meandered over to my locker, grabbed my notebook and a pencil, and made my way to Kakashi's room. There was still ten minutes of first hour left, and the last thing I needed was to be caught roaming the halls without a pass.
I was so lost in thought that I almost missed the collective intake of breath when I entered the room. Almost.
There was no way I could've missed the tension. Crap. I had forgotten Sasuke was in my class. Nervously tugging on the hem of my uniform skirt, I shuffled toward my seat, head down. Still, I couldn't help but notice thirty pairs of eyes glancing between me and Sasuke, who was still as stone cold as ever. Seriously, that boy was a robot.
A very hot robot.
I floundered for the next nine and a half minutes, pretending to be busy drawing in my notebook, but the only thing on my paper when I was done was a bunch of scribbles that looked suspiciously like a woman stabbing herself. Subtle, much?
I snapped the pencil in half with anxiety.
The passing time bell finally came, and I was turning to leave when I bumped in to the one person I was trying to avoid. Because fate just loves me that much.
"Sorry!" I yelped, blushing as red as Karin's hair.
"Tch." He replied, rolling his eyes and tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for me to move so he could leave the classroom. Conveniently, I was blocking the door.
Um, excuse me?
"Uh… what?" I asked him, somewhat confused at his lack of reaction. Had he forgotten about last Saturday? Maybe he didn't recognize me! I knew the uniform would throw him off!
But obviously that wasn't the case. "Move, Sakura." He responded icily.
Bastard.
"No."
That's right. Mess with the bull, you get the bitch.
"In fact Sasuke, I need to talk to you. In private." With these words out of my mouth I shooed everyone else out of the classroom, then locked the door behind them. I could hear bodies scrambling to press themselves against the door, trying to eavesdrop on our conversation.
Whatever, losers. I ignored them, then spun to face Sasuke, who looked about as pissed as I felt.
"What do you want?" he asked impatiently. "I need to get to my next class."
"What I want is to know what your problem is!" I demanded. "Why are you acting like such a jerk? That's low, to kiss a girl one day and completely ignore her the next!"
Realization dawned in Sasuke's eyes. "That was you?"
Boy-with-the-chicken-ass-hair-and-personality-to-match say what?
"What do you mean, that was you? Of course it was me! It's not like I have an evil twin sister!"
Sasuke looked at me with no traces of gentleness in his eyes as he sent me a doozy: "Look," he began. "I was drunk. That kiss means nothing."
I was having trouble breathing, but I managed to choke out, "What?"
"Hn." He said. "I was drunk. You just did the right thing, at the right place, at the right time. Clearly, I wasn't thinking straight." Here he eyed me with disgust.
"Okay…" I began, taking slow, even breaths. "So, you were drunk. Still, you had to have felt something, right? I thought we had something special!"
He looked me in the eye, and I could see a thousand different emotions flash through them, too fast for me to decipher one from the next. But above all, I saw his annoyance.
"You're not special," he sneered, "you're just lucky."
And with that, he brushed past me, opened the door, and walked away, leaving me standing there with a broken pencil and a heart to match.
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A/N: Yes. I just wanted to say THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all who have read, favorited, alerted, reviewed, etc. All your feedback has a special place in my heart! On a different note, I was wondering if I should add any NaruHina into this fic, or if it would just be too much. Originally, I intended on keeping this one short. Thoughts?
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