Cheat

by Interrogated Pyjamas

Back to SASUKE baby.

Yus.

Warning: Language, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, Boy/Boy, M/M. Oh my.

Disclaimers: I dun' own nothing.

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

I'll Follow You Into the Dark
by Death Cab for Cutie

And in other news if anyone knows any online how to teach yourself guitar thingemys, one would be most pleased to hear about them xD

Sasutime.

So I'd been stood there for hours, literally. And there was absolutely no sight of him, at all. I suppose it was a good thing, he needed to cool off and I'd probably make things so much worse than they actually were. But I missed him already. I missed his bright expressive eyes, his silky blond hair, and I'd only been without them for a few hours. How was I going to last if he refused to take me back?

I refused to think that though. He would take me back. Of course he would. Who wouldn't? I'm hot, rich and popular and I'm a great kisser. That's probably the only reason he wanted to go out with me anyway, the popularity, the idea that he'd be at the top of the school, an untouchable. A male version of the plastics in Mean Girls. Maybe that's what I always was for him, a decoy, someone he could use to get to the top of the ladder, to the top of the social ladder. Or maybe I was just getting paranoid, maybe I was just thinking of ways to blame my wrong doing on him.

I seemed to be doing that a lot, trying to force the blame onto him even though he was as pure and innocent as you could get. He had been nothing but loyal to me, and I'd treated him like dirt, cheating on him and disregarding his feelings. And I hated myself for it. But even though I knew he'd done absolutely nothing I still felt the undying urge to blame it all on him. I gave in to it, and I regret it so much now.

If I'd known the mess it would cause, if I'd known that nothing ever goes the way you want it, I'd have stopped myself. I would have stopped myself from calling my idiot of a cousin, stopped myself of telling him some complicated lie on the spot, knowing full well that he was the biggest gossip in the whole town. Rumors are the root of all evil, not money. If you spread a rumor it can break someone, that's what it did to him, and I had to watch as my own actions destroyed the love of my life, and there was nothing I could do. I was so prideful, so proud of my popularity, sticking to the status quo. I figured if Naruto wasn't going to go out with me anymore, he should be where he used to be, with the geeks, even though he was loved by everyone else around him.

And if I'd known what it would lead on to, if I'd had known that I'd find myself concocting more and more rumors as the days went by, constantly trying to dig myself out of the hole I'd dug, and all the while pushing Naruto further in. Pushing him and bending him until he broke.

I'd rang him, letting the phone dial for a while before he picked up.

"Yeah," he started, "Sai here." His voice annoyed me so much, but it was necessary, everything would work out if I just told a few white lies, made a bit of a rumor up, blamed it on my boyfriend. I didn't feel any guilt then, it all came back to haunt me later. All I thought about was the fact that I wouldn't be blamed, I'd come out of it with my reputation intact and hopefully Naruto back. I was so naïve, I somehow thought that even though I'd done the two worst things ever to my boyfriend, or should I say ex-boyfriend; cheated and then spread a rumor, I'd still get him back. I thought he'd just come running into my arms again like he had all of the other times. The times where I'd done petty things, shouted at him, ignored him, I even hit him once. I was an awful boyfriend.

"Hey Sai," I replied attempting a calm conversation with the whiny man, "I have gossip." The one thing Sai could never resist was gossip. He was a bit like Gossip Girl on that American show Gossip Girl, what an original name. I'm surprised he didn't have a website but he still managed to get the gossip around the whole population of the town before the next morning. He would probably text it to people who would go and text it to a few more people who would text it to even more people, like a huge Mexican wave. Sorta. He urged me to tell him, but I didn't really need persuading, by this time I had the whole story planned out in my head.

"It's a bit personal," I started, slyly continuing, "but I figured I can talk to you about it since you're my cousin." I received a hasty 'oh yes, of course you can', in reply. Man, he was desperate for gossip, must be low on it. A drought of some sorts.

"It's Naruto, I found out the other day that he's been sleeping around," I sobbed slightly, acting out my point, "I don't know what I ever did to deserve it, he.. he accused me of sleeping with Gaara, I never slept with Gaara." I was going all out now, bawling like a baby, releasing my pent up emotions. Sure, it was for the wrong reasons, but I didn't care, the only thing that mattered to me was my popularity and the respect of my peers around me. I didn't care about Naruto.

Sai 'comforted' me, making me feel 'better' for what my, as he put it 'bitch-of-a-boyfriend', had done to me. He said that everyone would know, they'd all know it had been a huge misunderstanding that Naruto had concocted to take the limelight away form him sleeping about. I heard him say farewell, muttering about having to do something before hanging up. That was when reality started to press in, that was when I realized that I'd done the wrong thing, that my idiotic brain had failed me once again.

Did I actually want Naruto to take me back because the way it was going he'd never forgive me. And I knew, even though I really wanted to believe I was my own man, independent, I couldn't live without him.

He was my sunshine, as clichéd as the phrase is. He brightened up my days, he kept me warm in winter, helped me through the years. When I was down, he cheered me up. When I was drunk, he dealt with me. He stuck through me through thick and thin, and I'd gone and done this to him.

Cheated on him. Who in their right mind cheats on the love of their life? I loved, oh God I loved him so much. I loved eyes, I loved his skin, I loved his personality, his hopes, his dreams, fears, habits, rights and wrongs. I always had and I always would. And he loved me, or at least he had done, after all this it would have been surprising to see an ounce of love left for me. But he'd said it every day. 'I will always love you Sasuke, I promise.' At the time I'd thought it stupid, pathetically romantic and sappy, but now now. Now I was clinging on to it, it was my last chance, he promised. He promised to love me, so he'd accept be back right? If he loved me he'd always want to be by my side, he'd always want me to hug him, to kiss him. He'd always want me to love him.

I left his house, it was obvious he wasn't coming back, he'd gone somewhere, I didn't know where though. He probably knew I'd try and find him at home so didn't bother returning. That's what scared me though, where was he? Was he wandering the streets with nowhere to go? What if he'd been hurt? The guilt kept piling up and became unbearable, I turned down an alleyway, my back hitting the wall with a thump as I grasped at my trousers with a death grip.

I let out a strangled sob, utterly broken, everything was too much, I'd got in such a tangle. It was like a spider's web, and I was caught, unable to move, trying to get out of this mess but wanting to stay, having to stay. I had to stay so I'd have Naruto. I had to have Naruto. I loved him.

The sound of footsteps brought my from my sobbing as the shadow of a tall man crept into the alleyway. Upon close inspection I deemed him to be Kyuubi, Naruto's cousin. He probably wanted to kill me for what I'd done. That'd probably be the easy way anyway. It would mean I wouldn't have to see that face that haunted me, Naruto's heartbroken look.

"Hello Uchiha," he drawled, "You and I need a word, don't we?"

I don't think this is really my style of writing tbh.
Yeah.
I don't really think it went the way I wanted it to.
Has a mind of its own, this story does.

Blaaaaaaaaaaah

Balaahahahahahaha.

Yeah, I don't really like this chapter to be quite honest with ya.

But yeah, I'll post it anyways.

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