Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ I Really Do Hate You ( Chapter 2 )

I rushed into my class without making eye contact with anyone. Doing so would probably earn a few insults or glares or something none too pleasant. So I plopped down on my desk and stared deep into the grey cement, my thoughts fogging my bright eyes into dull.

 

And my eyes narrowed with eyebrows furrowed as I realized who had just sat down next to me.

 

Was it his goal to make me miserable?

 

Just sitting by me was like an insult. To show how majestic he looked beside me, just a little miserable sophomore with barely any friends or life, for that matter. With his perfect attitude, I looked like a homeless man.

 

God, can't you just take a hint?

 

I don't like you.

 

He didn't say anything to me. He just sat there with his head held high and his beautiful eyes narrowed like usual. I wasn't going to deny it; they were beautiful...As do say the S.S., or Sasuke Squad. And they didn't even glance at me as I glared over at him in my slouched position...Almost like he was guilty. I grinned to myself, but kept my gloomy features.

 

I don't want him to get cocky. He's already a total asshole.

 

I couldn't even remember what class this was, but the teacher's face was hidden behind a mask. Psycho much? I think he was a substitute or something, but he looked WAY too stoned to be a teacher. He looked over at me, and walking up to me, I slunk into my seat. His only visible eye, the other being covered by a headband, winked gleefully at me and I groaned in frustration

 

A psycho teacher on my ass AND an ice-prick all over me?

 

My life couldn't get any better.

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With the horrid day over with, I was free! Free from this hell hole at last! I gave quick waves to my loose friends before throwing myself out the door and into the parking lot. I walked home every day...Even though my house was atleast 3 miles away. And people wondered how I kept in shape with all my lazing around. When I was too sick or too miserable, I would take the bus. Though that only added to my problems with the sociality of the situation, I kept to myself: Always.

 

A black Viper convertible was being horded my girls came into my vision, and getting closer, I realized it was Sasuke's. The preened Uchiha was practically on fire, the way his anger radiated. His narrow slits of eyes fell upon me quickly, his glare worsening, but his lips upturning.

 

...Not a good sign.

 

I began to step up my pace, but his voice halted me.

 

“Naruto!”

 

I cringed and turned to him, a fake smile showing clenched teeth.

 

“...Yes, Sasuke?”

 

“...Why don't I take you home?”

 

My jaw dropped. What was with this bastard? God, I hate him!

 

“Don't mess with me, Uchiha,” I threatened softly. The girls looked like they had laser vision, the way their glares attempted to burn me with their hate.

 

You want Sasuke to give you a ride home? Go for it! I don't want to!

 

“I'm not messing with you, Naru-chan...”

 

First it was silence, mostly on my part, and then the girls went into a frenzy, then the insults, and then the threats.

 

“YOU STAY AWAY FROM SASUKE-KUN, YOU STUPID FREAK!”

 

“THAT'S JUST GROSS, NARUTO!”

 

“YOU'RE DISGUSTING!!”

 

“HE'S OURS, GOT IT, GAY BOY?!”

 

I was shaking now, not from sorrow by the way they said these things, but anger, at which was directed toward the Uchiha.

 

I hate you so much...

 

Not wanting anything to do with this, I started running toward my home. I punched at a tree while I caught my breath, splinters immediately imbedding themselves into my fist, blood seeping over my fingers.

 

I was never one for self-mutilation, but right now, it just felt so good.

 

I wasn't even past a quarter mile when his Viper pulled up to me gracefully. He smiled at me, and I just picked up my pace. He only slowly followed, his foot barely pressed on the gas pedal. After a few minutes, I turned to him angrily.

 

“GO AWAY, YOU ASSHOLE!”

 

His fine eyebrows rose considerably at my loud voice, but his narrow eyes caught hold of my bloody hand, furrowing them.

 

“...What happened to your hand?”

 

I drew my bloody hand away to hold it gently in my other, my anger coursing through my veins with pain.

 

“NOTHING, YOU PRICK!”

 

His hands suddenly shot out at me, and by now, I didn't even notice he had gotten out of his car. The currently roofless Viper was an easy drop off as he grabbed me intimately by the waist and threw me into the passenger seat. I winced as I hit the car door roughly with my shoulder, knowing there would be a bruise later. He got back in, and we drove off. I glared daggers at him.

 

“What the fuck is your problem, ice bitch? First you imply I'm gay in front of your entire fan club, and then you kidnap me?! Why is it always ME?!”

 

He didn't answer me. He just narrowed his eyes, concentrating on the road. The already cool wind blew through my blonde hair, and it felt so nice for my nerves. The throbbing of my hand wasn't comforting anymore, and it was beginning to sting. I glanced over to him, and I realized my apartment was being passed in the background.

 

“Hey, you missed my house! You're...You're seriously kidnapping me...?”

 

He shifted his eyes over me, and I shivered at his cold gaze. He looked back out at the road, not doing anything further.

 

“...I take that as a yes...” I muttered as I lowered my head to stare at my feet. God, my life just sucks.

 

“Shut up, Dobe,” I seethed at the nickname. “...I'm going to get that hand helped.”

 

“I can take care of it myself, you jerk. Haven't you done enough?!”

 

He jerked his head over to me, officially loosing his cool: An extremely rare sight, if never before seen. He was about to yell at me, but for some reason, he loosened. Did I look scared? Because I was.

 

“...Shut up and let me take care of you, okay?”

 

His soft voice made me calm down, loosening into the warm leather seat and letting my eyes permanently settle on my feet, feeling once again miserable.

 

His house wasn't that far from my own really. Maybe only half a mile or so. But hot damn, it was huge. Stepping out of his sleek Viper, he locked it and casually sauntered up to his house. I timidly followed, not wanting to get lost. The big oak doors creaked as we were both let inside. Fuck, it was all marble; I swear. Everything was shining and glistening in the sunlight drifting through the polished windows. I gawked at it for a while before realizing Sasuke was gone. Man, I REALLY don't want to get lost in this place!!

 

“Sasuke? Man, where'd you go?!”

 

I called out multiple times, but this mansion was so big, I wasn't surprised if he didn't hear me. I drifted from room to room, in which the rooms were bigger than my entire apartment put together. I was soon in the kitchen, which was bleach white and beautiful to my eyes, having only experienced my dreary little broken down heap of a kitchen. I was about to leave through the door I had entered when a voice sounded behind me.

 

“...Well hello, there...”

 

A shiver crawled up my spine and buried itself into my brain. The silky but deadly voice made me not want to turn around and see who it was, but run away; Run away as fast as I could. But I did anyway, and really, it was scary.

 

The face of a murderer...

 

He looked as if he was about to slit my throat in a single graceful swoop, and his midnight eyes were those of Sasuke's. The lines under his eyes told me that this was in fact NOT Sasuke, but someone else; someone much more evil. His hair was lighter than Sasuke's with a grey tint, and his slender tall body loomed over me like a snake over a mouse.

 

Hell yes, I was scared.

 

“-Naruto, are you in...?”

 

Sasuke's face peeked out of the door the strange man stood in front of. And upon seeing Sasuke's face, I had never been more relieved in my life.

 

“Sasuke!” a mindless call was heard from my mouth before I could stop it, and I sounded like one of his fan girls.

 

Sasuke looked up at the man, and he immediately pushed his way past the door to stand bravely in front of me. His eyes burned with anger.

 

“...What were you doing to him?” I looked over at the man, and he was only smiling.

 

“Nothing, little brother. But really, you should inform me before you bring in stray cats,” his voice echoed out breathily, and I let go another shiver. Sasuke glanced over at me in question before turning back to his older brother...?!?!

 

“...This is Naruto; he's a friend, so just leave him alone, Itachi.”

 

“Fine, fine. Nice meeting you, Naruto-kun,” I nearly gasped at the suffix. No one had ever truly given me something like that... Did Itachi have a thing for him? Oh great. More adult attraction.

 

Sasuke grabbed me by my non-injured wrist and dragged me upstairs, throwing me down on a bed placed in the middle of a nearly empty and quiet room. I scrambled to get up. What the hell was he thinking, throwing me on a bed? God! Scaring me senseless is what he's doing. Can't he just give it a rest?

 

He trudged into the connected bathroom and quickly came back with a first-aid kit. I sat at the edge of the bed, nursing it myself for a few minutes as he got out the tweezers, plucking at every single little splinter he could see. I gripped the blanket tightly and kicked my feet, and that earned me an annoyed glance.

 

“Calm down, Dobe...”

 

I didn't feel like arguing with him right now much less talking. So I tried my best to ignore the aching of my fist. He washed it down with a wet wash cloth, dried it carefully, and wrapped it in gauze. The tight feeling in my hand faded after a while, and I lay down on his bed with a soft sigh as he left to go put the kit away. My eyes closed and a sleepy content smile took its place on my lips.

 

Hey...I could live with the Uchiha's attitude; I guess...He has his good moments...

 

Unfortunately for him, by the time he got back, I was already out cold.