.oo9 King
He was a nerd, and she was a princess. Preposterous that they play checkers on a sunny day, actually scratch that. How dare he the NERD keep her from her friends via a black mail. It wasn't any blackmail though, it was important to her the princess of the private academy. A secret of her dating an unpopular; to be exact one from a Goth clique, Gaara. So there they sat, staring at each other as Sakura tried to bore her eyes in to the longhaired dweebs forehead. Haughtily making moves with violent exasperation, hoping to get out of there quick. The only excuse the pinkette used with Ino and her groupies to tell them where she was; was getting Madara the nerd to do her homework for her. It would only work for so long until she was expected to flounce out of there with a perfect sneer and a downtrodden nerd. Nope it didn't work that way this time, instead this dweeb was victorious in his thick eye magnifying glasses and modest clothing.
Why did he care? That she was dating a raccoon eyed boy who was really all too sweet and loving. It wasn't like Sakura forced Madara to do her homework, or cheat on tests. Too much of a hassle, when you could do it your self and prove that you were not only beautiful but smart as well. Kudos to intimidation tactics for traditional boys. But alas they sat on a beautiful day in the schools dank library away from the public eye to play; checkers. Maybe this awkward boy wanted attention, and good graces from a popular or just a friend her conscious decided tapping its modest foot. The game was going very slowly for her as both were matched in skill of mental board games. Each time a move happened either one of them would screech out. KING me. Of course in a quiet voice for the library's sake as their clicks and clacks of the game selves upon shelves of books muffled the pieces. Soon out of the blue she asked after a fourth game of this infernal game.
"What do you get out of all this, playing chess and checkers with me I mean."
Everything stopped, the ticking of a near by clock seemed louder then normal, thudding along at its leisurely pace. Their eyes met and she couldn't help but to gulp at the hawkish glare proceeding over those corky glasses. His smile also elected shivers out of her. To be honest he was hot for a nerd if not for the thick glasses and overly old school clothing choices. Ten minutes passed and more game moves were made between them on that cheesy board. The little bastard still didn't say anything, their game was now over and she was just about had it with his creeper attitude. Quickly she rose up pushing the chair back in a grind with her bare legs only to be surprised by his impudence. Madara's hot mouth was upon hers, strangled by the table between them. Quickly the pinkette pushed back and WHAM! Her palm connected with his cheek in a stinging slap that sauced the geeks head to spin around like a sprinkler. Glasses and a bit of spit flew from the boy as she backed up quickly after it all. The girl never had to use brute unfeminine force before usually some one like Naruto or Kiba was up to pushing on the offending men.
There was a surprised aura filtering around him, inky eyes wide and fingers touching his mark. For a moment she was scared that he'd go rabid on her, her own eyes watching him like a hawk after all. Her arms coiled up in some sort of defensive pose that made her look like a big idiot. But who the hell cares when you were alone in the library with a deranged nerd with an agenda against the popular. Obviously Sakura looked scared, peering down her perfect nose at him and his statue esq pose. He barely moved, staring listlessly at the ground before straightening up and tidying his hair that was awkwardly long and stylized. Eloquently he spoke, a tone she had never heard before in her life from some one of a lower class status.
"I didn't need those glasses to see any ways. Miss princess."
A sarcastic quip and dripping grin that was stunning that made her question. Was he a male gorgon? With the ability that medusa and her sister had into freezing lovers in to stone. His feet sidestepped the table, dominating the scene, which made her mind furious, but her heart melt. As she shrunk beneath his height, a rarity in Japanese schools but normality in his family gene pool. Sakura gave the faux pas 'geek' a nervous smile, with a twitchy upper lip. Any one would have the right to be nervous, staring an utter god in the eyes. It was a wonder why he dressed down for his stunning looks. But that curiosity didn't fracture her fright of the looming form that was pinning her against a solid wall with felt covering. Wrists in an x formation by one hand and the other on her face forcing her to stare when ever her head pinioned to the side. His breathe stickily whispering in to the shell of the girl's ear.
"You maybe the princess but I am the king."
By then she had an inkling of why he'd blackmail her and get them alone away from the jeers of her callous friends. It was a frightening prospect that this nerd was actually an older popular cosplaying and preying on girls. Nah that wasn't the case when she asked Sasuke about his family, he said Itachi was popular but Madara was definitely an artful nerd with looks. Before her voice could yelp out at the strenuous positions she was in against that wall his lips silenced her again.
Talk about revenge of the nerds.