Sweet Thing

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


I spent most of the morning in a daze. I had been able to be with Itachi and he even said hi to me in the hall when we passed each other, well technically I said hi first, but he did respond that's more than anyone else can boast. I have taken note that he is very good friends with Kisame. I swear he looks like a shark with his beady little eyes and his hair slicked in a fin shape. His skin even seems to have blue tint to it.

I was in my history class when the bell rang for lunch to start. I wondered down to the cafeteria, I didn't even bother to grab a tray I was so engrossed with my thoughts of Itachi.

"So what's the verdict?" Sasori asked slapping me on the shoulder. I rubbed my now bruised shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I sat down at our regular table at the back of the cafeteria. Sasori slapped down his tray and swung his leg over the chair to sit down. He raised his left eyebrow at me.

"Oh, come on. I know you know what I'm talking about. Itachi," Sasori said pointing at the black haired man at the table across from us. I did a double take. Itachi never eats near our table or at least not that I'm aware of. When did he start sitting there? I would have known if he had changed his seat. Itachi raised his head from the book that he had been looking at, his eye met mine sending a shiver through my body. He glanced at Sasori who was still pointing at him. I leaned over the table and put my hand down on his. Sasori and Itachi were both looking at me like I was crazy. So what if I was? I don't want Itachi to know that I like him. Not just yet, anyway.

I removed my hand from Sasori's when I saw from the corner of my eye that Itachi got up from his table, he started to walk toward us. Sasori chuckled when I sat frozen to my seat.

"I hope you have a good lunch. And I won't be giving you a ride back home or to Mr. Popular's just to let you know," Sasori said as he got up taking his tray of unfinished food with him.

"You're leaving me to ride the bus and having to walk to get some where," I called. Sasori never looked back at me, but he did wave. I could tell that he was smiling and laughing. His shoulder shook a little. Damn him. How I'm I suppose to get around now?

"I hear that you've lost your ride," Itachi said from beside me. I jumped a little. I didn't hear him come up beside me. I looked up to see his lips curved a little. I knew he could smirk. My brain captured the moment making sure never to forget it, especially when he went all emotionless on me. He could be like a statue sometimes, a beautiful statute, there's no doubt it, but there was no way to go deeper into what it was thinking.

"Yeah, I guess I have to take the bus home. Ugh, I haven't ridden the bus in years." I ran a hand through my loose bangs.

Itachi sat next me jarring me out my thinking. "I can give you a ride around."

"You actually want to do that?" I asked baffled.

"I'm only offering since I'm tutoring you and it's the only way to make sure that you will be at my house. And we will be alone again tonight. My parents are going to some party for work and my brother spends a lot of time with his friends." Itachi shifted next me. I held my breath, but he was just getting up. "I will see you next class then," Itachi said.

"You're leaving me?" I asked. I wanted to clap a hand over my mouth. I can't keep my big mouth shut. Itachi stared at me. I wonder what he's thinking. He sighed and started walking away. I slumped in my seat.

"Aren't you coming?" Itachi said looking over his shoulder. His dark eyes sparkled. I grabbed my bag and practically tripped trying to get out from the table. We walked to his table where Kisame was eating like an animal. I wouldn't be surprised if food started flying every where.

Itachi sat down opposite of Kisame. I wanted to sit next to him, but then I wouldn't be able to stare at his perfect face, then again I don't want to sit next to Kisame for fear that I might get food on me.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" Itachi asked picking up his book.

"Yeah, just one second," I said finally deciding to sit next to Itachi. Kisame looked up from his meal; it was like he knew why I was here.

"Who's your new friend?" Kisame asked Itachi with a mouth full of food. Itachi looked up from his book and assessed me.

"No, he's not my friend, I'm tutoring him," Itachi said going back to his book.

"Then why is he here?"

"Can you two stop talking about me like I'm not here," I said feeling my blood boil. So, I am nothing to him. "I'll see you later." I got up and left. He didn't even try to stop me. My fists were clenched at my side, my shoulders hunched as I headed out of the cafeteria as fast as my feet would carry me without running.

I walked around the school trying to cool down and heal my bruised pride before I saw Itachi again. I don't know what I expected, but it was definitely not a no. Well, it might take some more time to break his wall that he has built around him. The bell rang as I made my third pass around the school grounds. I jogged to the gym trying not to think about seeing Itachi. I can't even imagine what he thought about me leaving him during lunch.

I got to the locker room and found everyone starting to dress out. I went to my locker, Sasori was standing by it already changed into his gym clothes.

"Do you know what we are doing today?" Sasori asked leaning against the red lockers.

"I think we are playing basketball or something like that," I said taking off my shirt. I pulled out my white shirt for gym and slipped it on. I felt eyes on my back as I changed for gym, but when I looked around I saw no one looking my way. I spotted Itachi by his locker putting on his shirt. I caught a glimpse of his lean stomach. I think I might have started drooling if it weren't for him making eye contact with me. I have got to stop staring. He started walking toward me when he finished changing for gym. I held my breath as he got closer to me.

"I'm going to go to class," Sasori said. I turned to look at him, but he was already on his way to out of the locker room. I turned back to my locker trying not to think about the pair of eyes that were on me. I closed my eyes, to find Itachi right next to me when I made to go to class.

"Deidara what happened at lunch?" Itachi asked his onyx eyes narrowing at me and his arms were crossed over his chest.

"I...," The bell saved me from having to explain anything. "There's the bell got to go," I said making a run for it, but as I passed Itachi grabbed my forearm; an electric jolt went through me. I looked into Itachi eyes and I saw a flicker of something pass them, it was gone in a matter of seconds, but I know I saw something when he touched me. Surprisingly he didn't let go out my arm, he lightened his grip, he still held on. "We have to go." I tried to persist, but he wasn't having any of it.

"What happened? Why did you get hurt?"

I was dumfounded that Itachi knew that my feelings had been hurt. I didn't know that I was that obvious. "I–you said that we weren't friends," I whispered. I favored the ground instead of looking at Itachi. He let go of my arm after a moment.

"You want to be friends?" He asked perplexed.

"Yeah, hasn't anyone ever wanted to be your friend?"

"Yes, but only because they are part of my fan club," Itachi said. I should have guessed that. He's sought after by everyone, every club, teacher, and anything else someone can think of to try and get Uchiha Itachi to be part of their group. "How do I know you're different?"

"You don't," I said not knowing what else to say. "But there's only one way to find out." I sat down on the bench in front of my locker. Itachi glanced at me, I felt like I was being assessed again.

"You may be right. We will see how things go, but first you have to pass our test." Itachi smirked when I sighed.

"Will you ever let that go?"

"Not till you pass English. That's on my shoulders now we have to go to class." Itachi started walking to the door with me not far behind him.

"I'm not the one who wanted to talk," I said huffing.

"That may be true, but you made me seek you out so it falls on your head."

"How do you figure?" I asked as we walked in to the gym. I was grinning like an idiot. Itachi and I were actually starting to talk; the grin didn't leave my face for the rest of our gym class.