Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy




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Chapter 9

Expedition to Konoha’s Landfill

[Naruto’s POV]

“BOO~!” Kiba loudly exclaims over my head. It’s cold out to say the least and even more so that it happened to be even windier on the school’s roof. It was against school regulations to be hanging up here, but since when did I abide by school rules?

It was just Kiba, Neji and I sitting silently [except for Kiba] on the school roof waiting for Gaara to join our cold lunch. Gaara, if he didn’t meet up with me along the way, was usually the first up here. Why he was taking so long, I wasn’t sure. Sipping my strawberry milk box noisily, I look up at Kiba and pipe, “Hey, go look for Gaara. Find out what the hell is taking him so fucking long.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kiba chirps and it earns him a glare. Well, at least he’d be happy to have something to do.

Neji smirks and slides off the roof of the school’s ventilation system, taking a soft, quiet landing beside me and lastly sits there. I look up at him precariously, straw poised between my lips. He stares at me and I take another noisy sip, “Whaaat~?”

“What are your plans tonight?” There’s this suggestive hint to his voice that only I knew what it indicated.

I slurp the milk loudly and grumble, “Can’t tonight.” Neji scowls, but keep himself close.

“Why not?” Neji shifts when I pin him with a glare.

“Because I already have plans. Got a school project to do.”

Neji sits back and looks like he wants to bust up laughing, but it would be highly unbecoming of him to do so, so he just smirks instead. “And since when did you start doing school projects?”

“Since tonight, now fuck off, Neji,” Neji snorts and I go back to disinterestedly eating my lunch. I was in no mood for the Hyuuga right now. Neji’s about to press the subject further until the roof’s door slams open with a jubilant kick, courtesy of Kiba and said brunette stands proudly in the doorway with an arm firmly looped and hugging a certain dark-haired classmate of ours.

“Hehe, I couldn’t find Gaara, but look what I came across instead! My little lost puppy, Sasu-chan ~”

Ugh.

I seriously felt like drop kicking Kiba. Neji grunts objectively and leans comfortably against the fence, not leaving my side.

Damn Gaara.

“Let go, Kiba,” Sasuke irritably commands, shrugging out of his one-armed hug. Kiba pouts loudly and Sasuke reluctantly takes a seat on the ground with us, backing himself against the wall of the roof stairwell. Sasuke probably figured he wouldn’t be allowed to leave with Kiba sitting himself close.

I catch Sasuke eyeing me and I look up and strain, “What?”

“Strawberry milk?” he asks as if it was the most profound thing on this planet.

“Um, yea?” I frown, not sure what he was getting at, but I was very pleased with my strawberry milk, thank you very fucking much. I promptly nod mentally.

Sasuke smirks at me and lifts a small-boxed carton that he must’ve also retrieved from the school’s vending machine. He got strawberry milk too. I frown deeper now, almost pouting, tightly around my straw and feel almost embarrassed like I was being teased.

“So what?” I snort and Sasuke just casually shrugs.

What’s with this guy? Acting so familiarly. It was really fucking annoying that the Uchiha seemed to have his cool together. Not to mention the undeniable fact that he somehow managed to be that snowball’s chance in hell in getting me to agree to do this retarded school project.

Oh yea, don’t let me forget that I still need to kill Kakashi for that.

“What the hell are you doing here, Uchiha?” Neji asks with an anything but sweet tone of voice, crossing his arms in vexation.

Sasuke punctures the pink colored carton with a swift jab with his straw and answers coolly, “Ask Kiba. I was dragged here, remember?”

Neji doesn’t take his answer lightly and scowls to emphasize how much aggravation he felt towards Sasuke. I draw my knees up and bury my forehead there, taking silent, soft sips of my milk to pass the time by.

Neji must’ve directed his glaring at Kiba because I hear dog-breath ask, “what?” in his cutesy, innocent voice. Neji, who’s proceeding to glare daggers at Kiba, gives him this prompt harrumph indicating an actual explanation of the Uchiha’s presence.

Kiba sticks his tongue out at him and cuddles Sasuke’s arm, who distastefully removes it just as quickly as it got there, while Kiba coos, “Soooooo, Sasu-chan, you wanna come to my place after tonight?”

“No,” Sasuke very coldly responds, tearing open the plastic wrapping around his melon bread. Wow, the Uchiha managed to get school food; vending machines do NOT count. Just as Sasuke opens his mouth to take a bite does Kiba get there first, taking a huge, happy chunk out of his melon bread. “Kiba!” Sasuke swats him away angrily, seriously peeved that his melon bread had been tainted. Kiba, giggling and gracefully spraying crumbs from his mouth, must’ve felt the need to wash the bread down because he promptly clamps his lips down onto Sasuke’s drinking straw and gives it a big slurp.

More than displeased, Sasuke just scowls through closed eyes and just gives Kiba a good smack to the head.

For once, my thoughts exactly, Uchiha. Good for you.

Kiba gives a pained yelp and rubs his head, whimpering at Sasuke about what a cruel and horrible thing he did.

“Yea, Sasuke, don’t you know that’s cruelty to animals?” I smirk around my straw, unable to keep back the chuckle that sneaks out.

“You’re an ass, whisker-face!” Kiba retorts and deftly chucks Sasuke’s melon bread at me.

“My lunch,” Sasuke breathes forlornly.

“Fuck!” I yell, getting chunks of the sweet snack in my hair and all over my uniform. “Kiba you fucktard! Man!” I seethe, rapidly brushing off the thrown food and end up getting it on Neji. Neji frowns, thoroughly disgusted and dusts it off himself as well.

Sasuke growls and vigorously grabs two fistfuls of Kiba’s half-unbuttoned blazer and gives him a wild shake, “You dick! That was my LUNCH! Do you know how fucking long it took me to get it?! I almost DIED!”

What a SPAZZ. I almost – ALMOST – laughed. It came out as a snicker instead.

Kiba smacks Sasuke’s hands off him angrily and yells back, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Sasu-chan! It was,” and he veers away, turning in my direction and thrusting a flamboyant finger at me, “Naruto’s fault!”

I tsk and flip Kiba off. Kiba sucks his teeth and returns the favorable gesture before confidently taking another sip from Sasuke’s drink. Sasuke tightly frowns at his straw then, eyeing it closely before sighing and giving a half-assed shrug and finally drinks contently.

Ew.

I can’t believe Sasuke just DID that. Only God knows where Kiba’s mouth has been… Cos I sure as in fuck didn’t. And I definitely wouldn’t want to be drinking after him either.

I take pity on you, Sasuke. I pray to the gods that you don’t catch a disease, because even though I hate you, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I make a mock gesture of a Catholic prayer and I’m answered with quizzical stares.

Kiba quite happily pillows himself against Sasuke’s side and erupts into snickers. “I can’t wait till tonight,” he grins wildly and gives Sasuke a playful pinch on the inside of his thigh. Something like a squeak comes out of Sasuke and he smacks Kiba’s hand away brashly, face doing its best imitation of a tomato and splutters something I can’t quite make out.

Squealing with laughter, Kiba falls and rolls over on his side a bit as the aftermath of a hard shove by a mortified Sasuke.

Neji quirks a brow and glances from me, to Sasuke, to Kiba and asks, “What’s going on tonight?”

“School project,” Sasuke answers, looking about ready to stab Kiba with the closest object he could find.

“School project?” Neji strains suspiciously and leers at me, obviously putting two and two together. I hunch my shoulders and uneasily sip my milk.

“S’what I said earlier,” I grumble.

“So he and Kiba are going to your place tonight?”

Why does he have to sound so condescending when he says that? “Yea,” mutter, “s’not my choice tho,” and I glare hard at Sasuke. Feeling me burn a hole in his head, Sasuke looks up at me tentatively with his drinking straw poised … cutely … in his mouth. I feel my lips form a tight, thin line and then frown deeply – no – scowl at him through closed eyes. Damn that annoying Uchiha. Inwardly I shake a threatening fist at him.

“Geez, Neji,” Kiba snorts, wrapping fingers around each of his crossed ankles, “why the fuck do you care so much?” Then smirks wryly, “Are you jealous that someone else is going to be occupying blondie’s time?”

“Damnit, Kiba!” I splutter and chuck the now empty milk carton at him, effectively hitting him dead on in the face. So it was cardboard and weighted like – two ounces, if that – so what?

“Mind your own fucking business, dog-boy,” Neji scowls, standing and grabbing my arm and pulling me up with him.

When I reach a stand, I whisk my arm out of his hold and shoot him a nasty glare, “Don’t fucking touch me, Neji!”

Pissed, Neji looks taken aback, but doesn’t say anything against me. Yea, that’s right. You better fucking watch it Hyuuga.

I pivot my head over my shoulder slightly and catch sight of the school’s clock. There’s still twenty-five minutes of lunch – fuck – and decide that I didn’t want to stay up here with these fuckers any longer than I had to. Neji was being a nosy asshole, Kiba was – well, being Kiba – and I don’t like Sasuke. AT ALL. So I’m leaving.

Ah, fuck it, I might as well skip the rest of fucking school, I’ll meet up with Gaara afterwards and tell him what’s going on. He’s not going to come regardless of when I tell him today, so I don’t need to see him next period.

“I’m outa here,” I announce and Neji has the nerve to ask where. I purse my lips into a frown and respond, “Out, I’m ditching this stupid school.”

Sasuke stands, “What about tonight?”

“What about it?” I ask, slightly irate. “I’ll be back after school.” Why I was reassuring him about our “get-together” – ew – I had no idea, but he sounded concerned. I grunt distastefully, wave my hand while shoving the other into my pants pocket and leave the school’s cold, windy roof.

Just as I ascend the stairs to the second floor of the school do I hear, “Naruto! Wait up.”

I glance warily over my shoulder. Ugh. It’s Sasuke.

“What do you want?” I ask rather disinterestedly, turning slightly to face him, but not moving from my spot.

Sasuke catches up with me and takes a pause for breath before blatantly speaking, “Well, to be perfectly honest, there’s still about twenty or so minutes of lunch and I don’t want to spend them alone with Neji and Kiba.”

“So I’m your lucky candidate?” I ask sarcastically.

“Only if you don’t mind the company,” he gives me a casual shrug to the offer.

I squint at him rather suspiciously. This guy was starting to really get on my damn nerves. But, somehow… “Whatever, I don’t care,” and I spin away abruptly and continue my descent, hearing Sasuke fall into step behind me. I really don’t know WHY I was okay with the Uchiha mingling with me for the remainder of lunch. I wasn’t sure anymore whether or not I appreciated his company when I originally just wanted to be alone and ditch school.

I supposed Sasuke made good company. He was quiet; off in his own little world. He didn’t make any attempt of conversations, just sat with me silently in the school’s parking lot, reading a manga. My lips frown inquisitively. So he’s an otaku(1)?

That’s cool, I guess. Never thought his type…

When the main bell chimes loudly, signaling the end of lunch, I find myself lighting a cigarette quietly and averting my gaze over to Sasuke.

Fucking A… I really, REALLY didn’t want to go back to class. I had Gaara next period and being that he didn’t show up for lunch he must be in a bitchy mood and I didn’t feel like dealing with that.

Sasuke’s so lost in his manga that he didn’t even respond to the bell.

Releasing a line of smoke, I begin, “Yo, Sasuke,” and he looks up. “You wanna skip out?”

Sasuke gives me a skeptical blink, “Huh?”

Slightly aggravated at his confusion, I give my head a good scratch and suck hard on the cigarette, “School. You wanna skip the rest of school?”

“Where do you plan on going?” Sasuke asks, his interest peaked.

I stare at him dismayed. I guess I wasn’t expecting that one. I assumed Sasuke would just outright refuse, saying something or other about his “future” like he did first period in the library; what got us going to my house tonight in the first place.

“Dunno, around. We’re coming back to pick up Kiba and Gaara, so…”

I must be out of my mind.

Sasuke’s eyes trail away from my gaze and hover to the school’s entrance where everyone’s filing in and out in a scurry to get to their class.

I jump a bit, nearly losing my grip on my cigarette as Sasuke shuts his book with a loud clap. Looking at me, I felt almost lost in his coal-colored eyes and he says, “Okay. Let’s go.”


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(1)otaku – to be a fan of something [in Japan it can be considered an insult, like being called a nerd or geek; usually used in reference to those who like anime or video games]


*SHOT*

…s…sorry~
I KNOW THIS IS SOOOOO LATE!
I FAIL AS AN ARTIST!
I FAIL AS A NOVELIST!
I FAIL AS A –
*shotinfaceagain*

…I won’t do it again…
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