Sweet Thing

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto I wish I did though.

I watched as the street lights passed by one right after the other. Itachi would only answer my questions with as little words as possible. We were almost at my house and even though there wasn't much talking going on I liked being with him. Luckily, I didn't have to call Sasori for a ride or other wise he probably would have kicked my ass. My lips curved at the idea. Itachi gave me a side glance then turned his attention back to the road.

"You're doing it again," Itachi said. I pointed for him to make a right.

"Doing what?" I asked even though I really knew what he was talking about. I wanted him to talk more.

"You're smiling for no reason I can see."

"I was thinking about a friend and how they are glad that I didn't call them for a ride, or they would have skinned me alive." I looked away from the window over at Itachi's silhouette.

"You did have a ride you could call?" Itachi asked curiously.

"Yeah, you know Sasori the red head in our English class."

Itachi nodded his head. "I know who you are talking. I was under the impression that he didn't get along with people that well." We were only a block away from my house. I continued to watch Itachi, not really trying to hide that I was. I don't have much longer with him, I'm going to make the most of every moment.

"He doesn't get along with many people, but there are some exceptions."

"And you're one of the exceptions?" Itachi said pulling into my drive way. Shit, that didn't last long at all.

"Yeah, to be honest I don't know how it happened. One minute I think he's going to kick my ass then the next we are talking about video games and art. He doesn't have the same taste as me in the latter." I shook my head at the way Sasori viewed art. He doesn't get it that things that go boom are beautiful too.

"You like art?"

"You ask that as if you're surprised," I said unbuckling my seatbelt. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and went to open the door.

"A little. I never would have guessed," Itachi mumbled more to himself than me. I wonder what that means?

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I got out of the car.

"See you. And don't forget that if you fail tomorrow's test that it will reflect on me so you better pass." Itachi drove away with those words hanging in the air.

I can't believe he wants me to perform like I'm at the top of the class. We can't all be geniuses! I stomped into my house. My parents were still gone. I don't think I've seen them for more than a few minutes the last few days. We play a lot of phone tag. I went to my room and dumped my bag by my door. I took off all my clothes with the exception of my boxers. I flopped on my bed; I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. Too much studying. Talk about a brain over load. My dreams were made up of definitions floating around my head with a pair of onyx eyes boring into me to get them down correctly every time.

My alarm went off, my hand clumsily reached for the snooze button. I knocked a few items off my dresser before my hand found the desired button. I lay on my stomach trying to wake up. Thankfully I had fifteen minutes to spare. It takes me a few minutes to wake up and know where I am. Before I could fully wake up my cell phone started vibrating. I cursed silently under my breath as I raised my body to find the offending object. I found it on the floor. The screen showed an unknown number. I was going to ignore it, but a weird tug to my stomach changed my mind.

I flipped the phone open. "Hello?" I asked.

"Deidara, do you need a ride?" A voice asked. It sounded so familiar, but my fogged mind couldn't put a name to the voice.

"Who is this?" I asked stretching and laying back on my stomach readying to fall back asleep.

"Uchiha Itachi," Itachi said. My eyes opened with no more hint of sleep in them.

"What? You want to give me a ride?" I tried to catch my breath, my heart raced in my ears, and my stomach turned upside down.

"Yeah, I thought since you needed a ride yesterday that you might need one today." This can't be happening. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Owe, definitely not. "And so we could go over the definitions on the way to school." Oh, I guess his image is the only thing he cares about.

"Sure," I said feeling deflated. More studying, my brain is already overloaded with too much information.

"I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes," Itachi said then there was a click. I stared at my phone. Doesn't anyone know how to say goodbye anymore. I flip my phone close, sitting up and dragging lazy ass out of bed. Wait, how did he get my number? Jiraiya must've given it to him.

"I can't believe that's all he wants to do," I mumbled to my room.

I threw some clothes on not knowing if they were clean or not. Most of my wardrobe ended up on the floor last night when I was trying to find something to wear to Itachi's, but I don't feel up to impressing anyone right now. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. I grabbed my bag and slung it over one shoulder. I text Sasori letting him know that I didn't need a ride today.

Fifteen minutes later my doorbell rang. I answered it finding Itachi on the doorstep; he looked at me then silently walked back to his car. I felt a tiny thrill go through me, but it was squashed as soon as I got in the car when Itachi started asking me questions over the definitions. By the time we got to school, I was surprised to find that I knew them all like the back of my hand.

"Now all you have to do is get them right on the test," Itachi said as he got out of the car.

"Don't you have any faith in me?" I asked smiling at him, but getting nothing in return. His face remained blank. I know he can show more emotion. I would even go for one of his smirks.

"Only seeing how you do well on the test will tell me anything," Itachi said. I got out of the car feeling hateful glares stab at my back.

"Only one way to find out then," I said walking beside Itachi getting close enough to feel his body heat. I shivered in delight at the close proximity. Itachi raised eyebrow at me, but said no more. We walked into the school with everyone staring at us, he took no notice.