falling stars over your head, like crashing cars, I'll never get over you 'cause your beautiful.
Oh wow, this month has been crazy. So, I am doing some much needed livejournal work and then I'll get back to writing. Priorities first!
Sakura watched as the new guy strolled down the hallway with ease. With his hands in his pockets, he looked calmer than most new students did on their first day.
"I heard that he was expelled from his last school," Ino whispered beside her, her blue eyes taking in his lean, tall form with appreciation. "I always did love the bad boy."
"Bad boy or not, he's trouble," Sakura reminded her, turning to head for her first period class. Ino's heels could be heard behind her as she tried to catch up, complaining all the way down the hall.
Sakura ignored her complaining. When it suddenly turned quiet beside her, she turned to find Ino admiring the new guy feet away from them. Sakura didn't want to admit it, but he looked even more handsome close up. He had a roguish look about him with midnight black eyes framed by long lashes. His lips were thin with a reddish tint, drawing Sakura's attention to them immediately and guiltily.
He turned and gave Ino an annoyed look, his eyes moving to Sakura with the same look. No emotion other than annoyance registered on his face as his lips turned downwards slightly.
The teacher called his name to catch his attention. Sakura caught Uchiha as she walked by, refusing to acknowledge the new guy as shame and anger settled in the pit of her stomach. The look he'd just given her had confirmed her decision to avoid him.
"So what'd he get kicked out for?" Ino asked a girl named Hanna one seat over.
Hanna leaned forward, her eyes drawn to the new guy like everyone else in the room. The glint of desire was hard to ignore as she spoke. "I heard he was dealing drugs and almost got someone killed from overdose."
Ino stared at Hanna in amazement. Hanna just shrugged as though it were no big deal that the new guy had almost killed someone and sat straighter when the teacher started to introduce the new guy to the class.
Sakura didn't bother to listen. Whatever he was saying, Sakura didn't want any part in it. It's not that she didn't care, it's just that she had no interest in druggies who helped fan the flames of others' addictions.
- - -
It didn't take long for him to fit in. The girls swarmed around him, not caring about his tarnished reputation or the fact that he was tied to drug dealing. The guys befriended him to either get with the ladies that seemed to follow him everywhere, find out if his drug dealing was true or not in the hopes of getting a new seller, or both.
As Sakura walked down the hallway towards her fifth period class she felt someone staring at her from the corner of her eye. The hair on her arms rose painfully and she wished that it was from being cold. Turning, she found the new guy watching her from his perch against his locker. It seemed like forever before they broke eye contact, scaring Sakura as she picked up her pace.
Without another glance, she turned the corner and sighed. That had been weird, but everything about him was weird. The staring, the darkness that seemed to emanate from him, and the rumors that no one knew the truth about. It was all too mysterious for her, especially when she liked knowing the answers to things, not being left in the dark.
Ino greeted her after sixth, eager to get to lunch. Her latest diet fad was nothing but rice and zucchini.
"You do realize that rice and zucchini don't count as a meal," Sakura informed her, taking her paper bagged lunch out of her locker before closing it.
"Duh, that's why it's a diet," Ino retorted, running her fingers through her perfectly blond straight hair to fluff it. "I think Sasuke is going to be sitting at our table today. I'm so excited!"
Sakura rolled her eyes, but endured Ino's rant about the new guy. It had only been four weeks she was already in love with him.
"He's trouble Ino. Didn't you hear about the rumors?" Sakura asked, refusing to let the rumors go weeks later. But the more she said it, the more she started to believe it was a lie. She didn't normally believe in rumors and she wasn't sure why she was making an exception for Sasuke. Maybe she was just making excuses for herself, reasons to stay away from him.
Ino scoffed at Sakura but decided to change the subject as they walked into the lunch room and then out the double doors towards the outside cafeteria tables. Their table sat under a large oak tree whose leaves often rained down on their food.
Ino decided not to respond, but instead flicked her hair of her shoulder and moved towards their table as fast as she could in her new flip flops. Following behind her hesitantly, Sakura came towards the table and found Sasuke already at the table. She tried to deny that she'd been looking for him as they'd approached the table, but failed miserably when her eyes found him first and stayed on him for longer than necessary.
His eyes found Sakura's as she found the farthest seat from him at the table. Sakura wanted to chalk it up as being a mere glance, nothing more, but he continued to stare at her with interest, unnerving her. Finally, he looked away to talk to Neji.
With a long, shaky inhale, Sakura started to eat her lunch while focusing on everything but Sasuke. She refused to look towards the other side of the table. It bothered her that he was there and she felt like his eyes were always on her, her face, her hands, her lips, but when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, he was always looking somewhere else.
It made no sense. Sakura couldn't figure out his sudden interest in herself. What had she done to draw attention to herself? As far as she knew, nothing, and that's how she'd planned to keep it until he decided to derail her with his ability to get under her skin with those obsidian eyes and thin lips just hinting at a smirk.
The period ended slower than Sakura hoped for. Although it was mean to think it, Sakura wished that Sasuke wouldn't sit at their table tomorrow. Lately he'd been sitting at their table more and more even though he tabled hopped constantly, socializing even though he barely spoke. It must have been his looks. Or maybe it was the mysteriousness of his expulsion that he had yet to tell anyone about.
- - -
"Sakura, right?" Sakura looked up, trying to hide her frown by pressing her lips together. At the last minute she realized what a bad move it might be and had to hide her blush when she caught him staring at her lips out of the corner of her eye. It annoyed her that he could make her blush so easily, as though she were twelve and not seventeen.
"Yep," was all she said as she rummaged through her locker. She pretended to search for something, hoping that he'd get the hint and leave. A small part of her secretly wanted him to stay even though she refused to admit it.
"You're different," Sasuke stated straightforwardly. He leaned his side against the lockers, indicating that he wasn't going anywhere.
"Thanks, I think?" Sakura closed her locker and headed in the opposite direction quickly. He easily caught up with her in a couple of strides, making Sakura quietly sigh in defeat.
"It was a compliment," he told her, pocketing his hands, but not slowing his pace.
"I know." The sunlight warmed Sakura's face as she emerged outside. The long row of yellow school buses was parked to her left, filling up quickly with students. On the right was the student parking lot, students hurrying towards their cars to get off the school grounds for the weekend.
"You don't act like the others," he admitted quietly, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
Sakura didn't bother to ask who the others were because she already knew. "Yeah, well, I like guys with more than just looks."
"I'll pretend that I only heard the part where you said I have looks."
Sakura couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I have standards," she informed him, trying to ignore the rapid beat of her heart and her sweaty palms as she tried to not say something stupid.
"That's what I like about you," he told her with furrowed eyebrows, the look puzzling Sakura. It looked as though he looked frustrated by liking her and, unanticipated, she was reminded of why she had been avoiding him.
He seemed to miss the look of remembrance on her face as he softly jerked his head towards the parking lot.
"Do you need a ride?" he suddenly asked, pulling out a chain with two keys on it. Sakura wondered why he didn't have more keys, some of which she would have guessed belonged to a safe with dangerous and bad things in it.
"I'm fine," Sakura replied hesitantly, staring at the student parking lot and trying to guess which one was his car.
"I promise it's perfectly safe," he told her, pointing towards a motorcycle that stood out among the cars. It was mostly black with red commas on it, an odd design that Sakura had never seen before. It looked unsafe, but then again, everything about him was unsafe.
"I walk home," Sakura lied, shouldering her bag uncomfortably. She hesitated before stepping away from him and towards the curb. "But thanks."
She quickly hurried off towards the buses, ignoring the curiosity as to whether he was watching her or not. Disappearing behind one of the buses, she made her way to her bus got on and picked a seat. It took a great amount of effort to not look for Sasuke all the way home.
The guilty feeling angered Sakura. She didn't like to lie, but when it came to Sasuke, it was a must. Getting on that motorcycle with him would have been the biggest mistake of her life, especially when she was being scraped up from the road. Or when her feelings were being picked up after he was done using her for whatever purpose he had in mind.
- - -
"How was your walk home?" Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin, turning to find Sasuke leaning against the lockers across from her. Twisting her lips to keep from glaring at him, she turned back to her locker.
"It was okay," she lied guiltily, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't left her notebook in her locker. If she hadn't forgotten it, she wouldn't be in an empty hallway alone with Sasuke.
"You're afraid of me," Sasuke stated with a hint of amusement.
Sakura didn't turn to confront him nor did she want to see the confidence in his face. She didn't want to see the smirk on his face, or the glinting of his obsidian eyes. If there was one thing she hated about those eyes, it was the depth of them. "I'm not afraid."
"You are afraid…of being involved with me," he repeated, moving away from his perch against the lockers to stand next to her open locker.
"You're right, I don't want to be involved with you," Sakura admitted, turning to stare at him. It bothered her that he was so close, that she could make out each individual eyelash as it brushed against the smooth skin of his cheeks with each blink.
"You don't have to be afraid," he murmured, brushing off her insult with a twist of his lips, his eyes roaming her face with an intensity that made her stomach flutter unwillingly. "All you need is a little taste and you'll realize that there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Of what?" Sakura hoped that he wouldn't say drugs. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be right. The words 'I told you so' didn't seem so appealing at the moment.
"Of my world," he said so low that Sakura unconsciously leaned forward to hear him. She drew back when she suddenly felt his breath on her face, her green eyes widening in alarm.
"You mean drugs." He smirked, a small piece of hair falling onto his forehead. It made Sakura's breathe hitch slightly, irking her. He drew closer, making Sakura place her hand on his chest to stop him. As though she'd been burned, she drew her hand away quickly and cradled it with her other.
"I never said that."
"You didn't need to," she informed him, startled to find herself caged between his arm and the lockers, her locker to her left. The vents pressed against her shoulder blades as he loomed over her. It made her uncomfortable that she was so defenseless against him. Everything concerning him made her uncomfortable, especially the way he was making her feel. She shouldn't be feeling this pull towards him, not with her body or her feelings.
"I didn't deal drugs," he told her, his smirk still firmly in place as he stared down at her. "I didn't do them either." His lips came closer and Sakura felt her eyes lids flutter as her head tilted back slightly. Her lips felt dry and for a minute she wondered if he'd mind.
His breath on her lips, minty and cool, woke her from her want filled daze. She shouldn't be feeling this, not for him, even when she wanted so badly to rise to her tip toes and press her mouth to his as her fingers ran through his black locks. The idea was inviting and Sakura almost couldn't resist it.
"I need to go," Sakura suddenly said, ducking under his arm and hurrying down the hall. Glancing over her shoulder, she found him smirking after her with his hand still on her open locker.
"Just a little taste," he called after her, making her frown and shake her head.
"No thanks," she responded, turning the corner and deciding that she'd rather take the long way than endure going all the way down the long hallway and give him the chance to watch her. She was almost to her classroom when she realized that she didn't have her notebook. Swearing under her breath, she spun around and headed back to her locker. Half of her was hoping that he'd be gone, the other half desperately wanting him to there.
He wasn't at her locker and Sakura tried, and failed, to ignore the disappointment that had settled in her when she'd arrived at her locker. Her notebook sat in the bottom of her locker and she grabbed it roughly, wanted to take all of her jumbled up emotions out on this notebook that had started all of this.
Sakura was about to close her locker when a piece of paper caught her attention, folded like a tent on the upper shelf. With clammy fingers, Sakura grabbed it and unfolded it slowly. She bit her lip as she stared at the cell phone number written in neat handwriting. There was no name of the paper but she had a good guess as to who had left it in her locker.
"I don't want a taste," she muttered frustratingly to herself even though she couldn't help but notice that a small part of her did.
Sakura watched as the new guy strolled down the hallway with ease. With his hands in his pockets, he looked calmer than most new students did on their first day.
"I heard that he was expelled from his last school," Ino whispered beside her, her blue eyes taking in his lean, tall form with appreciation. "I always did love the bad boy."
"Bad boy or not, he's trouble," Sakura reminded her, turning to head for her first period class. Ino's heels could be heard behind her as she tried to catch up, complaining all the way down the hall.
Sakura ignored her complaining. When it suddenly turned quiet beside her, she turned to find Ino admiring the new guy feet away from them. Sakura didn't want to admit it, but he looked even more handsome close up. He had a roguish look about him with midnight black eyes framed by long lashes. His lips were thin with a reddish tint, drawing Sakura's attention to them immediately and guiltily.
He turned and gave Ino an annoyed look, his eyes moving to Sakura with the same look. No emotion other than annoyance registered on his face as his lips turned downwards slightly.
The teacher called his name to catch his attention. Sakura caught Uchiha as she walked by, refusing to acknowledge the new guy as shame and anger settled in the pit of her stomach. The look he'd just given her had confirmed her decision to avoid him.
"So what'd he get kicked out for?" Ino asked a girl named Hanna one seat over.
Hanna leaned forward, her eyes drawn to the new guy like everyone else in the room. The glint of desire was hard to ignore as she spoke. "I heard he was dealing drugs and almost got someone killed from overdose."
Ino stared at Hanna in amazement. Hanna just shrugged as though it were no big deal that the new guy had almost killed someone and sat straighter when the teacher started to introduce the new guy to the class.
Sakura didn't bother to listen. Whatever he was saying, Sakura didn't want any part in it. It's not that she didn't care, it's just that she had no interest in druggies who helped fan the flames of others' addictions.
- - -
It didn't take long for him to fit in. The girls swarmed around him, not caring about his tarnished reputation or the fact that he was tied to drug dealing. The guys befriended him to either get with the ladies that seemed to follow him everywhere, find out if his drug dealing was true or not in the hopes of getting a new seller, or both.
As Sakura walked down the hallway towards her fifth period class she felt someone staring at her from the corner of her eye. The hair on her arms rose painfully and she wished that it was from being cold. Turning, she found the new guy watching her from his perch against his locker. It seemed like forever before they broke eye contact, scaring Sakura as she picked up her pace.
Without another glance, she turned the corner and sighed. That had been weird, but everything about him was weird. The staring, the darkness that seemed to emanate from him, and the rumors that no one knew the truth about. It was all too mysterious for her, especially when she liked knowing the answers to things, not being left in the dark.
Ino greeted her after sixth, eager to get to lunch. Her latest diet fad was nothing but rice and zucchini.
"You do realize that rice and zucchini don't count as a meal," Sakura informed her, taking her paper bagged lunch out of her locker before closing it.
"Duh, that's why it's a diet," Ino retorted, running her fingers through her perfectly blond straight hair to fluff it. "I think Sasuke is going to be sitting at our table today. I'm so excited!"
Sakura rolled her eyes, but endured Ino's rant about the new guy. It had only been four weeks she was already in love with him.
"He's trouble Ino. Didn't you hear about the rumors?" Sakura asked, refusing to let the rumors go weeks later. But the more she said it, the more she started to believe it was a lie. She didn't normally believe in rumors and she wasn't sure why she was making an exception for Sasuke. Maybe she was just making excuses for herself, reasons to stay away from him.
Ino scoffed at Sakura but decided to change the subject as they walked into the lunch room and then out the double doors towards the outside cafeteria tables. Their table sat under a large oak tree whose leaves often rained down on their food.
Ino decided not to respond, but instead flicked her hair of her shoulder and moved towards their table as fast as she could in her new flip flops. Following behind her hesitantly, Sakura came towards the table and found Sasuke already at the table. She tried to deny that she'd been looking for him as they'd approached the table, but failed miserably when her eyes found him first and stayed on him for longer than necessary.
His eyes found Sakura's as she found the farthest seat from him at the table. Sakura wanted to chalk it up as being a mere glance, nothing more, but he continued to stare at her with interest, unnerving her. Finally, he looked away to talk to Neji.
With a long, shaky inhale, Sakura started to eat her lunch while focusing on everything but Sasuke. She refused to look towards the other side of the table. It bothered her that he was there and she felt like his eyes were always on her, her face, her hands, her lips, but when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, he was always looking somewhere else.
It made no sense. Sakura couldn't figure out his sudden interest in herself. What had she done to draw attention to herself? As far as she knew, nothing, and that's how she'd planned to keep it until he decided to derail her with his ability to get under her skin with those obsidian eyes and thin lips just hinting at a smirk.
The period ended slower than Sakura hoped for. Although it was mean to think it, Sakura wished that Sasuke wouldn't sit at their table tomorrow. Lately he'd been sitting at their table more and more even though he tabled hopped constantly, socializing even though he barely spoke. It must have been his looks. Or maybe it was the mysteriousness of his expulsion that he had yet to tell anyone about.
- - -
"Sakura, right?" Sakura looked up, trying to hide her frown by pressing her lips together. At the last minute she realized what a bad move it might be and had to hide her blush when she caught him staring at her lips out of the corner of her eye. It annoyed her that he could make her blush so easily, as though she were twelve and not seventeen.
"Yep," was all she said as she rummaged through her locker. She pretended to search for something, hoping that he'd get the hint and leave. A small part of her secretly wanted him to stay even though she refused to admit it.
"You're different," Sasuke stated straightforwardly. He leaned his side against the lockers, indicating that he wasn't going anywhere.
"Thanks, I think?" Sakura closed her locker and headed in the opposite direction quickly. He easily caught up with her in a couple of strides, making Sakura quietly sigh in defeat.
"It was a compliment," he told her, pocketing his hands, but not slowing his pace.
"I know." The sunlight warmed Sakura's face as she emerged outside. The long row of yellow school buses was parked to her left, filling up quickly with students. On the right was the student parking lot, students hurrying towards their cars to get off the school grounds for the weekend.
"You don't act like the others," he admitted quietly, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
Sakura didn't bother to ask who the others were because she already knew. "Yeah, well, I like guys with more than just looks."
"I'll pretend that I only heard the part where you said I have looks."
Sakura couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I have standards," she informed him, trying to ignore the rapid beat of her heart and her sweaty palms as she tried to not say something stupid.
"That's what I like about you," he told her with furrowed eyebrows, the look puzzling Sakura. It looked as though he looked frustrated by liking her and, unanticipated, she was reminded of why she had been avoiding him.
He seemed to miss the look of remembrance on her face as he softly jerked his head towards the parking lot.
"Do you need a ride?" he suddenly asked, pulling out a chain with two keys on it. Sakura wondered why he didn't have more keys, some of which she would have guessed belonged to a safe with dangerous and bad things in it.
"I'm fine," Sakura replied hesitantly, staring at the student parking lot and trying to guess which one was his car.
"I promise it's perfectly safe," he told her, pointing towards a motorcycle that stood out among the cars. It was mostly black with red commas on it, an odd design that Sakura had never seen before. It looked unsafe, but then again, everything about him was unsafe.
"I walk home," Sakura lied, shouldering her bag uncomfortably. She hesitated before stepping away from him and towards the curb. "But thanks."
She quickly hurried off towards the buses, ignoring the curiosity as to whether he was watching her or not. Disappearing behind one of the buses, she made her way to her bus got on and picked a seat. It took a great amount of effort to not look for Sasuke all the way home.
The guilty feeling angered Sakura. She didn't like to lie, but when it came to Sasuke, it was a must. Getting on that motorcycle with him would have been the biggest mistake of her life, especially when she was being scraped up from the road. Or when her feelings were being picked up after he was done using her for whatever purpose he had in mind.
- - -
"How was your walk home?" Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin, turning to find Sasuke leaning against the lockers across from her. Twisting her lips to keep from glaring at him, she turned back to her locker.
"It was okay," she lied guiltily, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't left her notebook in her locker. If she hadn't forgotten it, she wouldn't be in an empty hallway alone with Sasuke.
"You're afraid of me," Sasuke stated with a hint of amusement.
Sakura didn't turn to confront him nor did she want to see the confidence in his face. She didn't want to see the smirk on his face, or the glinting of his obsidian eyes. If there was one thing she hated about those eyes, it was the depth of them. "I'm not afraid."
"You are afraid…of being involved with me," he repeated, moving away from his perch against the lockers to stand next to her open locker.
"You're right, I don't want to be involved with you," Sakura admitted, turning to stare at him. It bothered her that he was so close, that she could make out each individual eyelash as it brushed against the smooth skin of his cheeks with each blink.
"You don't have to be afraid," he murmured, brushing off her insult with a twist of his lips, his eyes roaming her face with an intensity that made her stomach flutter unwillingly. "All you need is a little taste and you'll realize that there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Of what?" Sakura hoped that he wouldn't say drugs. She wasn't sure if she wanted to be right. The words 'I told you so' didn't seem so appealing at the moment.
"Of my world," he said so low that Sakura unconsciously leaned forward to hear him. She drew back when she suddenly felt his breath on her face, her green eyes widening in alarm.
"You mean drugs." He smirked, a small piece of hair falling onto his forehead. It made Sakura's breathe hitch slightly, irking her. He drew closer, making Sakura place her hand on his chest to stop him. As though she'd been burned, she drew her hand away quickly and cradled it with her other.
"I never said that."
"You didn't need to," she informed him, startled to find herself caged between his arm and the lockers, her locker to her left. The vents pressed against her shoulder blades as he loomed over her. It made her uncomfortable that she was so defenseless against him. Everything concerning him made her uncomfortable, especially the way he was making her feel. She shouldn't be feeling this pull towards him, not with her body or her feelings.
"I didn't deal drugs," he told her, his smirk still firmly in place as he stared down at her. "I didn't do them either." His lips came closer and Sakura felt her eyes lids flutter as her head tilted back slightly. Her lips felt dry and for a minute she wondered if he'd mind.
His breath on her lips, minty and cool, woke her from her want filled daze. She shouldn't be feeling this, not for him, even when she wanted so badly to rise to her tip toes and press her mouth to his as her fingers ran through his black locks. The idea was inviting and Sakura almost couldn't resist it.
"I need to go," Sakura suddenly said, ducking under his arm and hurrying down the hall. Glancing over her shoulder, she found him smirking after her with his hand still on her open locker.
"Just a little taste," he called after her, making her frown and shake her head.
"No thanks," she responded, turning the corner and deciding that she'd rather take the long way than endure going all the way down the long hallway and give him the chance to watch her. She was almost to her classroom when she realized that she didn't have her notebook. Swearing under her breath, she spun around and headed back to her locker. Half of her was hoping that he'd be gone, the other half desperately wanting him to there.
He wasn't at her locker and Sakura tried, and failed, to ignore the disappointment that had settled in her when she'd arrived at her locker. Her notebook sat in the bottom of her locker and she grabbed it roughly, wanted to take all of her jumbled up emotions out on this notebook that had started all of this.
Sakura was about to close her locker when a piece of paper caught her attention, folded like a tent on the upper shelf. With clammy fingers, Sakura grabbed it and unfolded it slowly. She bit her lip as she stared at the cell phone number written in neat handwriting. There was no name of the paper but she had a good guess as to who had left it in her locker.
"I don't want a taste," she muttered frustratingly to herself even though she couldn't help but notice that a small part of her did.