84Warning: Slight NaruSaku in the beginning.
Prologue
"Looking good!", Sakura says when she greets me at the door. I smile nervously before walking inside.
Sakura Haruno was the richest, the most desired, and most athletic girl in the whole school. There was no competition...well, maybe Hinata, but other than that, she was Konoha High School's princess. Everyone went to her parties, and men thrived for her affection. One of those men being me.
"Thank you, you look great too!", I reply.
She wore light pink cat ears that matched the color of her hair, and her black tank top was cut low enough to show...well not much of anything to be honest. She's kind of flat chested, but it's okay with me cause she's still hot.
Along with the inappropriately low cut shirt, she wore a just as equally vulgar pair of shorts to match. Her light wash denim booty shorts were so short that if she were to turn around and bend over right in front of me, I would be able to see nothing but two round ass cheeks. Not that I'm complaining, I actually find her costume to be quite amusing.
"Come on in! Kiba's been wondering when you'd show up"
I walk through the well crafted doors of her mansion, and look around to see that the whole place is packed. Not only that, but it's almost impossible to hear, and the music hasn't even started playing yet.
"Wow", I say to not anyone in particular.
It was my first time ever being at any of her parties. In fact, I didn't know her very well until this year. I'd always known her as "the hottest girl in our grade", and I was too shy to say much to her, so I spent three long years just looking at her with fascination whenever she walked down the hallway. The silence was broken when we ended up in the same Spanish class, which oddly, we both didn't have any friends in. So we sat next to each other on the first day. The teacher was a total bitch (and still is), so I started cracking jokes about her ridiculous haircut and heavy accent...and now I'm at one of the wildest parties of the year. Funny how you can become friends with someone just because you hate the same person and find joy in making fun of them.
"Yeah, I bet you thought all the rumors were over exaggerated didn't you? My parties are exactly as they sound", she says proudly.
My eyes scanned the area and liked everything that they saw. Girls were dressed in revealing clothes and wore animal ears as an excuse to call their outfit's "costumes", the snack table was full of plenty of food to eat, and people I didn't like were nowhere to be found. Perfect.
"This is incredible! Thanks for inviting me!", I say with a smile.
"No big deal, you're a likeable guy, you're funny, and I'm sure you'll pull a great Senior prank this year, so I have no problem inviting you to anything"
My smile only widened when she said that. Naruto Uzumaki….a likeable guy...yeah...I like the way that sounds!
"Have fun alright? Mingle a bit. There are plenty of girls who would love to hook up with a nice, handsome man like you", she says with a wink.
Is she...flirting with me?
"So I guess the ladies like me?", I ask curiously.
Sakura knew everything about our student body, so if she was being honest with her words, I'm sure she could give me a whole list of girls that wanted me if I asked.
"Is that a real question?", she asks as if I'd gone insane. "Girls think you're really cute! I thought you knew!"
Cute? Why not "hot" or "attractive"? What's so special about being cute? It makes me feel like I'm a child!
"That boosted my confidence, I really didn't know girls found me good looking"
"Girls like a guy with blue eyes", she says flirtatiously. "Now go out there and be yourself!" She slaps me on the back encouragingly before making her way past the crowd of people to God knows where.
It wasn't my intention to hook up with anyone else. I didn't come to the party to fool around with other girls, I came to spend time with Sakura. But now that I see how her parties are, I know that won't happen. There's too many people, and she's so popular that she'll probably be bouncing from one clique to another all night. Dammit! Who was I to think I'd have a chance with her?!
"I can't believe you came!", Kiba yells.
I turn around to see his excited face. He's wearing a big green football jersey and has red war paint slightly smudged on his cheeks. Like most guys, he showed up in his sports uniform. Thank god he told me that I should too. I'd feel like a total outcast if I didn't.
"Of course, why wouldn't I?", I ask.
"I don't know man, I was getting nervous", he said with says with uneasiness. "I thought you'd chicken out"
"I never back out of anything!", I say proudly. "And I heard this party was supposed to be huge! It definitely lived up to that expectation!"
"Yeah, it always does", he says with a goofy smile. "Thank god you stopped being so shy and finally got to know her. It took me a while to man up and talk to her too cause I thought she'd turn the other cheek, but look at where I am now! This is the ninth party I've gone to all year, and it's all because I took a risk and said hi to her in english class"
My jaw dropped. Nine parties in a year?! I know he told me he parties sometimes, but I didn't know it was this much!
"So, I'm...cool now?", I ask as if it wasn't even possible.
"I guess so", he says with a shrug. "I see the way you guys talk to one another, I think she's into you"
I snort. "No way. She's out of my league, and madly in love with a certain bastard whose name I won't mention"
"Uchiha? The dude you almost fought two weeks ago?"
I look away and can feel my blood boiling. Even hearing his name makes me filled with rage. "Yes. Him"
"Not at all, she's over him. They're just friends"
"Are you sure?", I ask as I begin to look to see if he's around.
"Positive", he says confidently. "He's known for being a heartbreaker and leading girls on. I don't think he's ever actually been in an official relationship or fucked anyone"
"Figures", I say dryly.
"And if you ask me, I think it's cause he's playing for the other team. I think leading girls on is how he covers it up, you know what I'm sayin'?"
I snicker at the joke, and decide to add on to it. "It wouldn't surprise me. His best friend is gay, and they probably fool around with each other when no one's watching"
Our snickering turns into full blown laughter. "That's disgusting man", he says as he pats me on the back.
Our laughter is interrupted by the doormouse, Hinata Hyuga. "H-Hi, I d-don't mean to interrupt"
Shockingly, she was able to raise her voice so we could both hear her. It was a little shaky, but at least we could understand what she was saying for once.
"What's up?", Kiba asks casually.
"I-I was wondering i-if"
She looks around nervously, and I try my best to keep eye contact with her. Kiba looked like he was ready to crack too. Don't look at her boobs. Don't look at her boobs. Do. Not. Do. It.
It was painfully hard not to. She was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top that struggled to cover most of her chest, and I was sure that her friends pressured her into wearing it, convincing her that she looked "hot".
"Is there something wrong, Hinata?", I ask worriedly.
I begin to look around and see a small group of girls pointing at her and giggling. I wasn't sure what was so funny, but I sure wasn't okay with the way they were gossiping.
"N-no it's just I...um"
Kiba and I look at one another, wondering if there was any way out of this awkward situation. "You're turning really red, did your friends dare you to talk to us?", I ask as I put my hand on her shoulder and crouch down a bit so we were eye to eye.
Unfortunately, that only made things worse. Her light grey eyes showed anxiety and surprise, and she was beginning to tremble. I was sure that at any second she would faint.
"Hey! What are you two-"
Being the oblivious fool I was, it took me a while to notice the two girls behind Hinata with scissors in their hands. No...they wouldn't do that to her…
The thin straps snapped, and they pulled her tank top down along with her strapless bra. I looked down, getting a quick glimpse of her chest before turning my head away to look at Kiba who didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring.
The mean girls laughed, along with the numerous amount of people who had witnessed the scene. I felt nothing but sorry for her as she crossed her arms against her chest and pushed past people crying.
"Did you see them creeping up behind her?!", I bark at Kiba.
"Well, I uh…"
He struggled to say "no", and I narrow my eyes at him. "I can't believe you'd let this happen to someone so nice!"
He put his hands up in defense. "Come on, you're the only guy who would complain about something like this", he says defensively. "It was a good joke, and you got to see a cute girl's boobs for a few seconds"
"Everyone is laughing at her", I snap at him.
"They're not laughing at her, they're laughing at the situation", he states simply. "You can't deny that it was at least a little bit funny"
I shake my head at him before walking away. Even her cousin is laughing at her. What the hell is wrong with him?
"It was just a joke dude, calm down!", Kiba yells.
That wasn't funny at all.
I storm off to the snack table, disappointed in everyone who laughed at the "joke". I can't believe how shallow some of these people are. Why would Sakura invite people like this?
I pick up a cup and look at the drink choices. Well I definitely do not want a beer. I pick up a bottle of orange soda and pour it into the red solo cup.
"Well if it isn't Naruto Uzumaki"
I look over to see Kankuro and the red headed devil himself.
"Hey! What are you guys doing here?"
Gaara snorts before pouring himself a drink. "We were about to ask you the same thing"
"I mean, no offense, but how do either of you actually know Sakura?", I ask curiously.
"She's in our painting class", Kankuro says with a smirk. "She's really good at drawing flowers"
I scoff. "You two don't strike me as the artsy type", I murmur.
"It was Temari's idea", Gaara said replies darkly.
"That makes sense", I say with a chuckle.
"Have any of you seen the ice prince around?", Temari asks as she walks up to the table.
"Nope, and thank god", Kankuro says with relief. "Just seeing his face kills my vibe"
"Why would you wanna talk to the ice prince?", I say with disgust.
"I don't, but Sakura does. She sent out a small group of girls to go looking for him. One of those girls being me", she grumbles.
"Knowing him, he's probably going to show up late with Sai and Suigetsu by his side", Gaara hisses.
"Wonderful", she says sarcastically. "Now she's going to be in a pissy mood until he gets here"
"Why is she so eager for him to come? Didn't he break her heart or something?", I ask nonchalantly.
"Yes, he did", she says sounding irritated by the fact. "But she still chases after him. I have no idea why"
"Girls like Sakura want boys like Sasuke", Kankuro adds.
"But boys like Sasuke don't want anybody", I say with clear frustration.
"Sad, but true", Temari says before sighing. "Did any of you hear or see what happened to Hinata?", she says to change the subject.
I clench my jaw as I remember the scene that flashed before me. "Yes. I was right in front of her when her shirt was pulled down"
"You were?!", Kankuro asked excitedly. "Man, you are one lucky guy! I'd die to see Hinata's-"
"It was lame", I say to cut him off. "The joke was lame, it wasn't funny, and it was mean"
"She had it comin' to her", Temari says as she shoves a few pretzels into her mouth.
"I agree. She's a sophomore at a junior-senior party", Kankuro begins. "And she was wearing a freakin' spaghetti strap tank top that looked like it would snap at any second"
Gaara nods his head in agreement. "And it's her first time ever going to one of Sakura's parties. It's almost a tradition to pull pranks on the new comers", Gaara adds.
"Nobody pulled pranks on us though", Temari adds. "They know better than to fuck with us"
It was true. Temari, Gaara, and Kankuro were the toughest kids in our senior class. There was no way anyone would try to pull anything on them. Nobody would have the balls to.
"Glad to know that your asses got saved guys", I say sarcastically. "But what about mine?!"
They all look at each other, and Kankuro just shrugs. "Sorry man, the only way you can avoid getting pranked is if you follow us around all night, and we're not staying for too long"
"Dammit!", I shout before slamming my first onto the table.
"W-what do you think they'll do to me?", I ask nervously.
"To be honest, we have know idea how bad you'll get it", Temari says. "But I do know the people you should watch out for"
"Alright, spill", I say eagerly.
She looks from one side to another before speaking again. "Watch out for Neji and his girlfriend. You also should avoid Sasuke and his crew, including Karin who's surprisingly early"
"Gotchya!", I say with a nod.
"Oh, and Naruto", Temari adds.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not supposed to tell you this, but Sasuke's extremely pissed of that you're here, and from what I've heard, he might be plotting something. You really need to stay away from him at all costs incase he actually does something. I know how you guys like to butt heads"
It was no secret that Sasuke and I did not get along with each other. We've been rivals since elementary school, and our competitive spirits carried on all throughout middle school too. It wasn't until High School when we stopped competing against each other, and started being flat out rude and passive aggressive in each other's presence. But lately, the tension between us has worsened and we almost got into a physical altercation in the hallway. We've never fought each other, but we're pretty damn close to doing so.
"Thanks for the heads up, but I'm more afraid of Neji and his girlfriend than Sasuke and his pathetic crew", I say a little louder than I meant to.
"Just be careful", Temari murmurs.
"I will"
A few hours later, I decided it was best to stop hanging around Gaara and Temari for protection. I was ready to mingle and make new friends. I didn't need Sakura. By now, I'm pretty sure she wasn't even at her own party anymore. Rumor has it that she doesn't always stay.
"You're Naruto, right?"
I look down and see Sakura's closest companion batting her eyelashes at me. Her silky light blond hair isn't in its usual ponytail, and her cat ears are white unlike Sakura's.
"Yup! That's me", I say proudly.
She let's out a high pitched laugh, and I find it to be surprisingly cute. Almost as cute as Sakura's.
"Sakura's told me a lot about you"
I start to blush, and I begin to feel giddy inside. I didn't know I was worth talking about...I must be pretty special!
"Really?"
"Yeah, she says you're a really nice guy. She likes your hair and she thinks you're really funny"
I smile at the compliments. "That's awesome"
"You should feel flattered", she says with a smile. "She really likes you as a friend"
As a friend. As a friend. Only as a friend. Of course. Just another reminder that I can't, and will, never have her.
"Oh...that's nice", I say nervously.
"Yeah...I bet you really like her don't you?"
I struggle to find the right thing to say. "Well...a little to be honest. It's hard not to. She's...amazing"
I can tell that she wasn't very happy when I said that. It must've sucked to be Sakura's best friend because that's all you'd really be known as: "Sakura's best friend". Hell, I didn't even know her name. I think it starts with an I? I'm not sure.
"Yes, a lot of people will agree with you on that one", she says sounding a little envious. "But it's best that you get over her"
I was surprised by the directness in her voice. It was almost as if she was ordering me to forget about her.
"Easier said than done. It's not like you've ever fallen for her", I murmur.
She looks away shyly, and I swore I saw a blush on her face. "Well, whatever. I just think you need to...you know...let loose a little bit and find a girl who's willing to hook up with you so you can get her off your mind"
I raise my eyebrow at her. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it sounds like you want to hook up with me"
She looks up at me with mischief in her eyes. "Maybe"
"So it's a yes?"
She grabs my arm, pushes through crowds of people, and pulls me up the stairs.
"Is 'yes' really that hard to say?"
She ignores me and continues to drag me until we reach what was probably a guest room.
"Yeesh, somebody's eager", I say jokingly.
She opens the door and pushes me inside the room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Too easy", she says darkly.
I look around, and see a raven haired, six foot something bastard walking out of a closet in a douchey basketball jersey. It didn't take long for me to realize what I'd just gotten myself into.
"You tricked me!", I yell furiously.
"Oh please, you were so easy to convince. Why are you even surprised that this happened?"
My breathing is heavy, and I keep my focus on the evil blond in front of me. I know that if I look over at Sasuke I will completely lose my cool.
"I don't know what you plan on doing to me, but I'm not going to let it happen!", I snap as I head towards the door.
I try twisting the doorknob, but it don't budge. What the hell?!
"Don't even bother", Sasuke says coldly.
I ignore his suggestion and begin to jiggle the knob vehemently.
"Jugo is holding the doorknob on the other side. There's no way you're going to get out of here"
I look around for anything I could use to break the door down. Wait a minute...I have a phone! I can call someone! I begin to pat myself down, searching for where my phone might be.
"Looking for this?"
She pulls my phone out of her purse, and I'm shocked by how sly she is. When the hell did she take my phone!?
"My work here is done!", she yells as she walks to the door.
The door opens, and I see a splash of fire orange hair as the blond exits. I can not believe this is happening...Please don't tell me any of this is real! This was too unexpected! It's not fair!
"Just you and me Uzumaki"
My mouth goes dry, and I can feel the room growing hotter. Thoughts of what he could possibly do to me run through my head. Is he going to beat me up? Maybe he'll make me do something extremely embarrassing…What could Sasuke Uchiha possibly do to make me absolutely miserable for the rest of the night?
"No escaping. No hiding", he says with a taunting smirk on his face as he slowly approaches me. "No teachers around to stop us"
"What do you want from me?", I hiss fearlessly.
He pushes me against the wall, and I slam my head against the hard surface. He was so close to me that I could feel the air coming out of his nostrils. This can't end well...If someone doesn't come to save me…
"Your sanity", he whispers in my ear.
I was freaked out by how close he'd gotten to me, and the way he whispered in my ear was more creepy than it was intimidating.
"Stop messing around. What do you really want from me? I know how you and your friends like to pull pranks on the new comers, so stop beating around the bush", I say impatiently.
"I'm not joking Uzumaki", he retorts calmly. "I want what you made me lose"
"I don't understand you! What are you talking about?!", I snap.
He moves a hand from off my shoulder and on to my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. What the hell is going on?! Is he drunk?! Is he high?! Or is he just messing with me?!
"Baka", he says through gritted teeth. "I can't stand you. You're loud and annoying, you pull too many pranks, and you run your mouth too much"
He continues to stroke my cheek, and I can feel my face going red.
"So what about it?", I say coldly. "You don't like me...and I don't like you either so...so what?!"
"Shut up and listen", he snaps at me.
I decided it was best that I kept my mouth shut. It would prevent any unwanted incidents from happening...like him strangling me with his massive hands.
"But despite everything I hate about you", he begins. "I can't help but want"
My heartbeat begins to race, and no matter how much I want to move, my arms and legs refuse to. I feel like I'm trapped inside the body of a coward. The real me would've fought back by now.
"I can't help but need", he says before licking his lips.
His eyes stay stuck to mine, and I begin to think back to everything we've put each other through. In elementary school I used to steal his toys on the playground because he looked at me funny. He'd respond by finding ways to get me in trouble in class. I spent most of third grade in "time out" because of him. His thumb moves towards my lips and touches them as if they were the two most fragile things he'd ever live to touch. In middle school, I'd always yell at him for making the prettiest girls cry. Because of that, I told him I'd be better than him at everything. His thumb moves back to my cheek and down my neck. He responded by laughing in my face and getting the highest test scores in class, as well as beating me in every sport in gym class. He places a few kisses on my collar bone. Through out freshman year his brother and his friends would beat me up. He would smirk every time a new bruise or scar would appear on my skin. The kisses slowly began to move up my neck. Sophomore year he told Suigetsu to sneak into the locker room during gym class and pee on my bag. That could have lasted the entire year if I hadn't found out through Kiba, who at the time, wasn't really what I'd call a "friend". He laughed at me with along with all the other kids. It was humiliating. The neck kisses turn into love bites, and I'm confused as to how I'm supposed to feel. Junior year, he came up with rude names for me that my baseball team had grown to love. There wasn't one day when I'd come home from practice insecure or upset, but of course, on the field, I acted like it didn't bother me.
"You", he whispers softly.
And now we're here. In our senior year of High school…intimately close to each other...and I think he's trying to tell me he likes me?
"And I can't believe that after all the effort I put into making you hate me as much as I hate you...nothing worked at all", he whispers. "It drives me crazy"
I look away from him. It was too overwhelming to keep eye contact.
"Naruto", he says eagerly. "Look at me"
My gaze ends up meeting inky black eyes again.
"I will show you how insane you make me feel"
Black eyes turn red, and I can feel the world slowly collapsing before me. My vision is no longer clear, almost as if I was looking underwater. What's going on? What's happening to me?!
"You're the first person to ever make me use this on someone", he begins. "It just goes to show you how much I've snapped"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Continuation of the story depends on popular demand!