A Guilty Conversation- a college Naruto Fic Chapter two
Unfortunately, I didn't buy any earplugs last night so I had to sleep to the loudest music ever. Freshman, kids my age, partied until six o'clock in the morning and then they came in at seven or so with a loud slam from the gates. It was quite annoying for me, Sakura, Sasuke, and Shikamaru. Gara Stayed with that group of people and got terribly plastered. It was seven forty-five in the morning when the door flew open, with a horrifying completely-red-hair-and-eye Garra. It was sure a sight to behold. I never thought he was the type to party all night long.
Reluctantly, I murmured loudly, "What the hell did you do all night."
"Uhh, I feel like…." Before he could finish his sentence he dropped like a baby. Fell on the floor and fell to the void.
As I got out of bed, smelly, I walked to the bathroom and took a nice, shower for five minutes straight. The water felt so good on my hard, sweaty skin and blonde hair that it was almost a soft chunk of the clouds of heaven. I brushed my teeth with a automatic toothbrush, put on some deodorant, and then admired the sideburns I had grown all these years in the mirror. Drying myself off, I walked into my room and slapped on some blue boxers. Then I slapped on a pair of baggy-light-blue jeans with a blue university shirt. Grabbing my Ipod, my billabong wallet, my book bag, a pen, and a pencil I picked up Garra from the rug, then threw his half-dead body on the couch.
It took me thirty minutes to get the balcony chair out of the recreational dorm pool last night, with no help from my friends. I was pretty pist about that too. Well, a new day means new horizions always. Bowling myself up some dark roast coffee, I threw it in a mug and then left the apartment door locked.
I had created a list of objectives to get done by the end of the day consisting of classes, and things I need to get for the rest of my life at college. My Dad was a organized man, and he also taught me a ample amount of techniques to stay organized. I wasn't a clean freak or anything, but I sure didn't like being slobbish.
My parents gave me a hundred bucks to go get a bike over at the shop on U.K Lane (university of Konoha Lane was the name). They had also given me a visa, credit, and debit card which I had put money into from the last four summers I had worked for. They paid my rent, my food, and small stuff too. I missed my brothers and mom and my dad a lot. Once I had gotten a BMX bike to go to school on everyday and a chain lock to boot, I kicked it over to a Starbucks where I'd meet Sasuke before my first class of the day. Today I would have around three classes. Then tomorrow I wouldn't have any and then on Thursday I would two classes and on Friday I would have one class. It was a pretty nice schedule.
It had taken an hour to get my bike and get over to the Starbucks. Sasuke was sitting down, looking like he had a major head ache with his coffee and a lit cigarette. "It looks like someone rolled off the wrong side of the bed."
Trying to cook up a nonchalant tone in his look while inhaling the smoke he started to chat, "Heh. I sort of, have a hang over from last night."
I popped the question, cautiously, "How many beers did you hit?"
"Five." "Gotta learn restraint. I've seen you blaze before, but it isn't realistic the way you're smoking raw right in front of me." I laughed to that. I had a small headache, but compared to him, it nothing.
Swallowing what I just said, he replied, "Never smoked in my life besides the time Sakura dumped me in freshman year of high school."
"Dang. Garra was literally a zombie when he walked into the apartment. Oh, you know who threw my chair into the pool last night?"
"It was some stupid-retard freshman who wasn't even in our dorm. His name was Neji Huyga or something."
"That's gay. That fool almost ruined my night."
Sasuke thought for a second, "How was your night?"
"Just watched a couple movies, drank three beers, had a pretty good time. Frankly, I feel a little hung-over," Sasuke pinched his cigarette out as I said this and took a couple swigs of his coffee.
"That sucks. Hey, after your first class want to hit it over to the pledge house and then go to football try-outs?" Sasuke asked.
"I'd be down. Let's see, my first class is Drum Performance. Then at four o'clock I have a med class and then at seven I have to hit it up to Math1."
"You're going to get a degree in medics and performance, aight!" Sasuke looked pretty assuring about that.
'What was Sasuke going to do?' I thought to myself. "What about you?"
"Um, well. I am majoring in photography, and journaling," he replied, not-so-assuring about himself.
"You're going to get it. Hey, um, I have never had a….uuu…" I pointed my index finger at the green pack of menthol Marlboros.
"Sure," he handed the small ciggerate with an orange filter on it. "Enjoy it, first-times are something to treasure. You won't be makin' memories forty-years from now with that cigarette. You'll make them here with your friend."
I lit the cigarette, blocking the flame with my left hand. I puffed at it first, scared of the forty or more deadly toxins inside of it. For a cigarette, it was pretty small. Maybe it was just the brand. I had seen the Virginia slims my uncle had smoked and those things were thin and wide. I only smoked pot last year at those senior parties, didn't drink though. I felt a buzz strike my balance with dizziness. The smoke in my lunges made me cough for a second. It didn't hurt though. It was pretty good. Swallowing it down with some of my second cup of coffee, I started to talk. "Remember that time when we were in freshman year and when we went to go climb at that place. I forgot where," he said.
"Yeah, and then that guy stole our crash pad. And then we threw a rock through his back car window to get it. And then the dance and all the other years we all spent together. Speaking of that, how's Hinata doing? Are you still, you know." He laughed.
That strokes me with a feeling of guilt. I had disowned my friend and my girlfriend, who I had only kissed a couple of times. Yeah, I know, pathetic, I am still a virgin, so what. I was waiting for Hinata to come around. She'd probably be so depressed if she figured out that shank had tried to make-out with me. "Yeah, Hinata's doing pretty well. Me? Yeah, still a virgin. Just waiting for the right time and the right place."
Sasuke started to laugh, so I retorted, "At least I didn't get laid when I was friggin, fifteen." He was humored by the fact that I had done so much partying last year that I was still a virgin through it all. Fuck him, I don't really care. I had sucked on my cigarette for five seconds straight, and then inhaled. Uh, I got the biggest buzz out of that hit ever. Blowing the smoke bubbles away, I pinched mine out too.
Thirty minutes had already past, and in those minutes, I had my first cigarette and a cup of coffee. I gave Sasuke a see-you-later and then biked off to an hour of pe