.oo4 Plaster (band aid)
She was in a cast; the foot of a rival girl broke her arm of its usually twiggy nature. Through out high school she was labeled as the nerd, though nerd usually didn't have large gaggles of friends. But that large gaggle did nothing, only curse loudly at the girl who did that action yet that didn't stop the bitch from verbally attacking Sakura who lamely told every one else that she just fell down a flight of stairs rather then defending herself from the gamely cat fight behind the school. Now she started to shrink, cowing behind her girlfriends who defended her only enough for school time, after that it was free game for the maroon haired bitch and her troupe of smirk courting girls. The pinkette managed to smack one of them in the nose with her hunker of a cast, which of course made the right hand girl, bleed and curse profusely. This of course made the bullies rebound stronger, using other things then their fists to bruise her pale skin.
Of course if the nerd told, they'd make it worse upon her thus the rosy haired girl didn't do anything about besides confide in her diary of the day's occurrences. Smartly she never brought that to school with her lest her secrets were to be spilt over the school like thick syrup. But one secret was for sure and a main reason to the attacks was her crush on one of the Uchiha's. Unlike the groups of fan girls and their ignoramus clubs, she only quietly liked one. The eldest, a senior with long if not sharp ink, the captain of the football team and track an obvious winner with straight A grades. His name was Madara, and he was a god. Well at least to the petite sophomore who worked with him once in Chemistry class in a partner lab. Yet then again, he was a living legend amongst the students of Konoha high, his brother and cousins.
Jealous fan girls swooped in for the kill after she walked on cloud nine. Their nagging voices harping at her delicate ears, fingers gripping at her hair, which was removed as a teacher, yelped at the girls to stop or else face punishment for their disrupting of class and beating on another. They spat disgustingly, stalking past the pinkette telling her she had no chance with the rich boy and she'd better stop working with him. Of course she couldn't retract her partner ship with the boy whom came over later that day to work on homework. Everything in that class was final which meant grades and yearlong partners. An inward groan surfaced upon tethered lips, hair pulled hastily back in a scraggly bun that screamed unfashionable though it didn't matter to her. Today was the first day she appeared to that block class with this thick thing in its nylon sling.
The teacher looked surprised, vaguely and the same thing went with her partner. He easily asked what happened and of course the lame answer coiled from her lips about how she fell down a flight of stairs. Dark eyes twinkled, their brown red gleam catching in the fluorescents, this of course made her blush more feeling very unsure of herself for lying. The bell chattered and they sat in their rickety stools, only talking about the project that they were currently assigned and how to solve it. Their ideas conflicted, and all notes were written down upon college ruled notebook paper. Again the bell signaled the starting and end of the period, and she got up quickly stuffing papers in to her bag with half capped pens, hoping to miss that troupe. This was alarming to the young man, whom was not used to girls just briskly walking away from him with out a flirt. Lips quirked to the side watching her jerkily move out of the brightly lit classroom with the outflow of students.
It was quite obvious his fan 'club' was harassing her. A lot of girls that were in his close vicinity who were not apart of this club were duly messed with by verbal and physically abuse which on the first turn turned many away from him. It was thanks to them he didn't have any girls asking him out, or the girls he did like were shoved away whilst they kept up their candy-coated surface. Of course, those members of the opposite gender didn't just bathe him in dire, girl hassling attention, they targeted his younger brother, and of course Itachi with Sasuke who was friends with the pink haired girls. As he could tell by the way he talked of her, like a best friend to his mother, which happened to be Madara's aunt. Up he went lurking out after the rush of students seeing those girls bat their mascara-laden lashes at him in gooey affection.
Far off from her safe corner she watched those bitches flutter up to him, glad that she made it out of there 'alive' which meant avoiding them. A little bit of sadness encased her heart, before skirt off to the cafeteria to find Ino and Hinata at the usual table. Her defense though weak was good enough for the time period until the girl could confirm her transfer to Suna High in the next city over. This plan wasn't told to the little group of a tomato loving bastard, ramen freak, bubble headed blonde, a shy girl and etc. Hoping that they'd understand her plight, it was a useless to fight against that multitude of a fandom.
At the table on the other side of the girls she sat, smiling softly while immersing her self in the conversation present. Others of their exclusive group filled in the seats around them, and the crackle of the cafeteria was much more livelier then before. Though the mess he moved like a shark, towards the table in which his tiny partner resided unknowing of his letter well note for her. Proceeding more then the stereotypical lab partner needs, jeans tight in their girl fashion and form fitting long sleeve was all it took to make him look well put together. He was in need of a direr thing, a date to the prom. He knew that she was more then equipped to be that girl on his arm, seeing her once when her friends dared the rosette to dress up like a girly girl. Which made many people who said ill about her to do a double take.
High school was all about looks and prestige, and it was annoying. But it was something to keep, much akin to grades since people were so easily manipulated and they were useful after high school since some of those brainless flies did become high powered thus useful to the Uchiha's large business firm. The note fluttered between them and she looked at him, surprised at this as most girls were about his attention. It was crushed after the initial reading, getting a gasp from the blonde friends at her table.
"No."
A simple answer and the girl got up, moving away with her friends chasing after with a barrage of questions. The boy narrowed his eyes getting blank stares from his obvious relative and his male friends. Never really in his life was he ever denied and she never in her life ever put down one of the hottest guys in the school. For a minute she felt sick as a dog but pleased knowing the girls wouldn't beat up on her and she wasn't a puppet to further another's popularity. Now she was hiding in the bathrooms tall, with Ino and Hinata hovering outside questioning her methods which were answered meekly. It was understood where she was coming from and how she didn't want unwanted attention as her forehead pressed against the cool plaster of the semi-new walls of the girl's toilets. Trying to quell the nausea that swelled in her throat. After a half hour of coaxing she came out, and decided to excuse her self to go home which the girls agreed since they saw how stressed out their friend had become over such a simple note that asked her to be his date.
Madara on the other hand was still in disbelief, angry for one thing but shocked to know that a girl had the balls to deny him. A deafening aura surrounded him as he grumped at his lunch table with the usual sort of friends and brother; the majority of them scooted away in fear of his wrath. Then it was he decided he'd cow the girl in to doing what he wanted, no more mister nice guy. If he wanted or needed something it usually came easily without a fight but this was exciting, the thrill of the chase of a girl in a plaster cast. The whole denial actually worked out in his favor, giving the man something to look forth wards to. As he finished his lunch in a smug confidence of cowing the freshman in to being his prom date.
Sasuke and Itachi looked at him carefully knowing though his act was comparatively tame to what they'd do, it still made them feel guilt for who ever denied him the pleasure of their company. Some how they knew though his plan, it was familial esp. of some sort to know what another Uchiha was thinking about and or plotting at cheap plastic lunch tables in overly crowded dining halls. The halls after the first lunch were crowded, rivers of bodies doing one day and down another through the halls littered in fliers and linoleum. Those dark, predatory eyes flickered over the scores of heads, as if they were bushes and trees looking for that splotch of pink. Lips coiled under wards as the ginger head of his high hand man appeared at his right. The pierced up teen commented lackadaisically that the girl was on the second floor in the girl's lavatories.
There long legs stalked up the flights of stairs the school portioned here and there to ease the floor of foot traffic. Combating fan girls, and cloaking one's self was no easy feat, usually if some one said no he'd scare them right at the spot or walk off figuring it a waste of valued time. But as said before no one has denied him, well no one from the opposite sex. There were always fan girls, or women who were more then willing to give him what he desired. The second floor near the girl's restroom was almost emptied besides the vagrant hall monitor he shot a withering stare too. Soon everything was desolate, just the way he liked to hunt wayward prey. The head of a recognizable blonde poked out along with the timid one of a family enemy and soon a pack of girls were ushered out of the wildly swinging door. A sick looking Sakura surfaced, between the two young adolescent girls, they going the opposite way he was. Soon his legs sprung down the hallway and they skittered quicker, it seemed they had some sort of tracking on him.
The popular boy sprung back, noting if he took down his prey now he'd have to deal with an onslaught of angry female friends. It was better when they were alone; every man knew that so for now he allowed her to get away from his grasp. Sakura saw him! Well Ino and Hinata sort of saw him but she saw Madara easily and whispered huskily to move quickly to the classrooms. Both friends agreed and dashed down the slick floors of the second floor to the down stairs floor, only form the corners of their eyes did they see him stop. They got in to their respective classes easily, slipping in with a viable excuse that would fit every and any female student that their periods had started. Simple as that though the ranged of how they put those detestable words that made every girl cringe in cramping pain and every guy wrinkle his nose at the temporary block of the female sex. Luckily for them, two of the girls had female teachers and one had an overly exuberant gym teacher with eyebrows that put some species of caterpillar to shame and he basically broad casted her predicament which made some girls wretchedly furious and / or giggly. The guys who rolled their eyes or sniggered also came in to the fold as the said girl blushed furiously asking to be pardoned from the class, only to be obliged by the bowl cut teacher.
Sakura was the one with the exclamatory gym teacher dressed in all green, with hints of orange, which were obviously sweat bands at his ankles, and wrists. Slipping through the halls to the outside area, there against the shade her back rolled down the brick face of the building. Her messenger bag obviously by her side, brimming with homework that she hopes to finish without any distractions. It was a good time to do it since no one really went to the outside courtyard when class was in session less they were going to the administration building. Yet somewhere, in that sickening coil in her stomach some one was watching like a predatory hawk. Apple greens stared out vaguely, day dreaming momentarily giving a more then opportune moment for the senior to strike.
It happened like a scene in an action movie.
He descended upon her as her body got up quickly to dash away to another safe haven—a girls restroom. But those strong hands attached themselves above her pink plaster cast, upon her small biceps. A rich baritone told her not to struggle, as she futilely did, no one would save her less there be a wandering hall monitor but then again no one stood up to the fearsome lad. Soon his lips crashed upon hers to shut her up, it made them look like a doting PDA enforcing couple. She bit him only to earn a smack with a large hand.
"Why did you say no to me?" He hissed, looking down at the girl who was quivering, wide eyed at this new version of a 'lab' partner. It was obvious that she didn't deal with guys of this magnitude often as his shadowed orbs glared. But something in her snapped as her voice harshly whispered back. "I am not a toy for you popular pricks to get off on. It was my choice to say no, because I do not want to go with you and be seen as arm candy I will not let my self be degraded to being that." Lips upturned at this, hands squeezing a little bit elicited a painful squeal out of her. Madara loomed over the freshman significantly to place some doubt in her idea of denying the powerful male. Sleek facial features nested close to her ear, lips coiled back, allowing the ruddy scent of his breath to overpower her. There wasn't much the pinkette could do with out mortally injuring her superior with her pink cast, which could also give her pain as well.
"If you do not bow to me and go to this dance as my date I will tell your parents and the principle about your little 'tiff' with the popular ladies which resulted in your arm snapping in two." Sakura stiffened at this it wasn't really a fight. More the less it was a one sided battle between her self and the rabid fan girls that stalked any Uchiha gracing the halls of the high school. But anything he could say would sway larger officials other wise as those eyes narrowed easily as it was accompanied by a feral grin. At this moment she hated being such a weak coward though strong willed at first. The girl didn't look at the man who pinned her against the brick, a stressed huff left her lips. She muttered fine, underneath a heavy set of breathing exercises, which made the elder pleased. Every one knew that the Uchiha's got their way one way or another, whether you liked it or not. Because that was the effect that wealth and prestige had upon people.
Eyes were brimming as he relinquished his told with saline, yet still the rosette kept her back pinned against the wall. He loomed over, a hand to the side to keep himself from smashing the girl in to his toned chest. Fan girls who saw some of this happen glared from the windows of the classrooms, as those eyes became engulfed in flames as his lips graced hers. Chaste kisses, before peeling away to pick up her back and escort the petite girl to his car. Easily with liquid verbs he over took her in a simple whisper.
"Oh by the way, we are a couple now."
Curse plaster or she would wailed him one in the jaw.