Chapter Four: Sasori

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Pre-Author's Note (I've decided to call it that):

You might have noticed that the previous chapter was also in Sasori's POV. If you can believe it, it's actually pretty hard for me to write in Sakura's POV.  Since I've deemed Sasori the main character, none of her stuff seems important anymore, therefore there will be less of her POV and when there is, it'll just develop Sasori's side of the story. Thanks for reading this non-indented paragraph!


I silently wait in anticipation.

I feel like that clock is moving slow on purpose. Finally, the bell rings. Lunch!

I quickly gather my things and escape to the library, finding myself face-to-face with. . . 

A. Sakura

B. Sakura

C. My long lost brother, Satori 

I'll give you a hint. It's not C. 


A billion questions spiral through my head like I'm on a roller coaster. What is she doing here?

Why isn't she in the caf?

Why do I feel so nervous right now?

Why is she so close?

"Um, hey."

I look around like and idiot. She's talking to you, dummy! I think.

"Hey. I thought you'd be in the caf with your friends." Stupid, stupid!

"We're having a committee meeting." Oh. 

"Oh, that's coo-"

"You should join. We need a boy."

"What?!"

"We had, like, ten of them already, but they just got distracted with me. We need male opinion so that this doesn't turn into a tea party."

"I-i see.. But are you sure?"

"Hell yeah. Come on."

She grabs my hand and I blush. It's nothing, I tell myself. She's only showing you the way.

"I got a new recruit! A male one!" She shouts.

Ino cheers. Then her smile fades. "Is he a mindless lovesick zombie?" She asks.

"Nope!"

"Yay!" She smiles again and claps her hands together. "So, what's your name?"

They're both staring at meee! Do. Not. Like.

 I quickly reply, "S-Sasori."

"Cool name. This is Ino, and I'm-"

"-Sakura." I finish her sentence.

"How'd you know?"

"Everyone knows. You're popular."

"Awww, I'm flattered," She says, placing a hand to her heart and batting her eyelashes.

I blush loudly. She notices.

"You sick?" 

"Um.. no.. it's, um.. hot in here."

"Isn't that the truth!" Ino chimes in. "It's winter outside and summer in here."

"The librarian always cranks the heat in winter," Sakura says, pulling out a notebook. "So, what should the dance's theme be?"

"Pink!" 

We both look at Ino, who looks like we're being total idiots.

"I said pink, what do you think?"

Sakura sighs. "That's what we're trying to avoid. We need to raise money. What boy will pay to go to a pretty pinkfest?"

"I don't know, the ones who know the girls are going?" I shrug, trying to be helpful.

"This is going nowhere. What are some things that boys and girls like?"

"Food And water, easy!"

"Something that's not vital to life on Earth?"

"Uh.."

"I have an idea.." I say quietly.

"What is it?!" Sakura says excitedly.

"I mean, like video games and stuff.."

"Good idea! What are some popular games?"

"Uhh... COD, Minecraft, Fortnite.. Splatoon 2 and 3..."

"Perfect!" Sakura says, scribbling in her notebook. "But we're going to need an all-nighter to get this done." She bites her lip in frustration. 

"Sorry, but there's a Disney marathon I have to watch!" Ino chirps. Her eyes widen. "I-i mean, my sister  wants me to watch with her and I don't want to let her down.. Gotta go!"

Sakura's glance shifts to me. "Please tell me you're not busy! I can't do this on my own!"

"I never really do anything anyway, so I'm free all the time." I say nonchalantly. Inside, I'm cringing at myself. Now she thinks you're a pathetic loser with no social life! Well, you are, but that's beside the point!

"Sasori? Hellooooooo?"

"Oh! Sorry. Um, see you tomorrow then?"

"Duh! After school. Later!"

My heart beats inside my chest. 

Why do I get so nervous when she's close?

Why do I clam up when I talk to her?

Why do I wish I could spend more time with her?

Why can't I stop thinking about her?

Why is she so beautiful?

My heart skips a beat. All of those questions only have one answer.


I'm in love.




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