Getting Credit
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The Outstanding Student
Disclaimer: Don’t sue me, it’s not mine.
Warnings: YUCK! KibaNaru-ness, a lapdance (hah, not so much), and sensei crack.
A/N I want to thank all my fantastic readers for being so awesome and sticking with me, in spite of my general crabbiness. I think I’m done being the diabolical pisser of doom. Anyway, this chapter is a sort of filler-ish thing. Its sole purpose is as a catalyst for the next chapter, which should have some SasuNaru.
Getting Credit
Chapter 4 ~ The Outstanding Student
“Kyoukashou!” Sensei yells. She is standing in front of the whiteboard like a bug on flypaper. There is a long pointer stick, one end resting primly beneath her palms, the other stabbed ominously into the thin carpet. Kiba looks down to me, a touch of panic in his eye. It’s mutual. Neither of us have an inkling.
I spy on our neighbor, the silent one. He has a thin yellow textbook lying open on the desk. He catches me staring. I shoot him an awkward grin and lurch my gaze away. I lean into Kiba.
“I think it’s the textbook.”
“The shrimpy yellow thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Crap, I left it.”
I crack mine open for him. He grins at me, sliding an arm around the back of my chair.
“Thanks, babe. You have no idea what this means to me,” he purrs. My gut squirms a little, but I keep a cold face. I squint up at him, grimacing a little. Kiba leers, lecherous fingers toying with the back of my neck. I roll my eyes.
“Oh, save it. You’re never going to get a girl with lines like that.”
He shrugs like he doesn’t care.
I scrunch up my nose and stick out a tongue. He smirks and makes a grab for it.
My tongue retreats quickly and I rear away, Kiba’s fingers pinching at my pursed lips. I’m stumbling backward, away from him. The first arm gives against my back, the second one stops me. I’ve landed, sprawled disgracefully across the boy’s lap, my spine braced against his bicep. He stares me down, black eyes unreadable.
We jump when Sensei’s pointer stick smacks the desk in front of us.
“What are you doing?” She roars, her voice shooting up. Her dark eyes fly to Kiba, still stifling his laughter. “You think something so funny? Where your textbook?”
Kiba stills, nervous. I slip off Sasuke’s lap, him tensing a little as I slide over the keys in his pocket. I mouth an apology.
“I forgot it at home,” Kiba offers.
Her face is calm, her eyes the only window to a perfect storm of rage. She cocks her head, deadly still, like a bird of prey reassessing its victim. I hold my breath, riveted on her whim. The idiot doesn’t recognize danger. He slouches back against his chair, flashing his charming grin.
“Don’t sweat it,” he lays it on thick. “Naru-chan here is sharing with me.” He reaches over an arm and cups the back of my neck, rubbing a thumb against my hairline. I shiver.
He drops his arm when her nostrils flare.
“You think I am sweating?” She says it deadly, and I know he’s a goner, even if he doesn’t.
“Huh?”
“I show you sweating. Come here!”
Kiba hunches his eyebrows and tilts his head, lost.
“I said COME HERE! You such outstanding student, come here!”
He follows here, uncertain, to the front of the class, to the door.
“Out,” she says, pointing. “You are outstanding student, right?” She smiles, entertained. “Go.”
He does, stepping out of the classroom to wait within sight in the hall, completely baffled. I almost laugh, but silence for the risk of Sensei’s temper.
A/N Now the real question is, was that really Sasuke’s keys that Naruto was sitting on?
Kyoukashou = their textbook
Warnings: YUCK! KibaNaru-ness, a lapdance (hah, not so much), and sensei crack.
A/N I want to thank all my fantastic readers for being so awesome and sticking with me, in spite of my general crabbiness. I think I’m done being the diabolical pisser of doom. Anyway, this chapter is a sort of filler-ish thing. Its sole purpose is as a catalyst for the next chapter, which should have some SasuNaru.
Getting Credit
Chapter 4 ~ The Outstanding Student
“Kyoukashou!” Sensei yells. She is standing in front of the whiteboard like a bug on flypaper. There is a long pointer stick, one end resting primly beneath her palms, the other stabbed ominously into the thin carpet. Kiba looks down to me, a touch of panic in his eye. It’s mutual. Neither of us have an inkling.
I spy on our neighbor, the silent one. He has a thin yellow textbook lying open on the desk. He catches me staring. I shoot him an awkward grin and lurch my gaze away. I lean into Kiba.
“I think it’s the textbook.”
“The shrimpy yellow thing?”
“Yeah.”
“Crap, I left it.”
I crack mine open for him. He grins at me, sliding an arm around the back of my chair.
“Thanks, babe. You have no idea what this means to me,” he purrs. My gut squirms a little, but I keep a cold face. I squint up at him, grimacing a little. Kiba leers, lecherous fingers toying with the back of my neck. I roll my eyes.
“Oh, save it. You’re never going to get a girl with lines like that.”
He shrugs like he doesn’t care.
I scrunch up my nose and stick out a tongue. He smirks and makes a grab for it.
My tongue retreats quickly and I rear away, Kiba’s fingers pinching at my pursed lips. I’m stumbling backward, away from him. The first arm gives against my back, the second one stops me. I’ve landed, sprawled disgracefully across the boy’s lap, my spine braced against his bicep. He stares me down, black eyes unreadable.
We jump when Sensei’s pointer stick smacks the desk in front of us.
“What are you doing?” She roars, her voice shooting up. Her dark eyes fly to Kiba, still stifling his laughter. “You think something so funny? Where your textbook?”
Kiba stills, nervous. I slip off Sasuke’s lap, him tensing a little as I slide over the keys in his pocket. I mouth an apology.
“I forgot it at home,” Kiba offers.
Her face is calm, her eyes the only window to a perfect storm of rage. She cocks her head, deadly still, like a bird of prey reassessing its victim. I hold my breath, riveted on her whim. The idiot doesn’t recognize danger. He slouches back against his chair, flashing his charming grin.
“Don’t sweat it,” he lays it on thick. “Naru-chan here is sharing with me.” He reaches over an arm and cups the back of my neck, rubbing a thumb against my hairline. I shiver.
He drops his arm when her nostrils flare.
“You think I am sweating?” She says it deadly, and I know he’s a goner, even if he doesn’t.
“Huh?”
“I show you sweating. Come here!”
Kiba hunches his eyebrows and tilts his head, lost.
“I said COME HERE! You such outstanding student, come here!”
He follows here, uncertain, to the front of the class, to the door.
“Out,” she says, pointing. “You are outstanding student, right?” She smiles, entertained. “Go.”
He does, stepping out of the classroom to wait within sight in the hall, completely baffled. I almost laugh, but silence for the risk of Sensei’s temper.
A/N Now the real question is, was that really Sasuke’s keys that Naruto was sitting on?
Kyoukashou = their textbook