[Sasuke] Konoha High [Uchiha]

[Sasuke] Konoha High : Deception and Disbelief [Uchiha]

.::Sakura::.

The air was alive with chirping frogs. The wind blew gently through my pink hair. My hair was long again and I had curled it today. It had finally grown long enough to curl! I remember that time when I had to chop it off because that total bitch had my head in a lock. Thinking about that…Sasuke and Naruto.

I felt the threat of tears to my eyes. It was highschool year and Sasuke and Naruto hadn’t talked in the last two years. After our adventures together we each decided to go our own separate ways. I missed them a lot. But I wouldn’t let myself cry any more.

But…Sasuke…. He was my first crush. I almost thought I was in love with him. I guess I kinda still am. I really hadn’t gotten over him leaving. It pained me. I hadn’t seen Sasuke since that horrible day. Orochimaru… I swear if I ever saw him I would kill him for taking away my beloved Sasuke. No, Sakura! What are you thinking? He’s not yours any more, I scolded myself sadly, he probably doesn’t even remember you.

Slowly I walked up the concrete steps of Konoha high, our school. I allowed a small smile to pass through my face before I was stony and emotionless again. If it was one thing I learned from Sasuke, it was to never show your emotions. You could be weak, you could be stupid, or you could just not show your emotions and therefore not show what you are.

He was a smart boy while he lasted.

I pushed the door open and walked into the clang of lockers slamming. I winced, remembering battles between ninjas and the blood and gore. Stupid, I thought, never show your emotions! I put on a blank face and kept walking to locker 384. I took my own lock out of my backpack and linked it to the inside of the locker. I pushed all my stuff into it and closed it. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and surveyed those in my class.

A blonde boy, a small girl. I didn’t know them. I opened up my locker and grabbed my schedule. I gave it a once over. First class; defence. Second class; Tai-Jutsu. Third class; Gen-Jutsu. After Gen-Jutsu there was a bunch of other Jutsus and finally my favourite class, Phys. Ed. Yup, ninja have Phys. Ed. Classes. Funny.

I walked inside my homeroom and dropped my notebooks and pencils on a desk in the very back of the room. Everyone else had taken spots at the front. I wasn’t a very social person and I sure as hell wouldn’t have known what to do if someone tried to talk to me. Chances are, I’d spaz and scare them off. I was a loser.

The bell rang and a man with a salt and pepper hair mop popped into the room with a brief case. I was guessing he was our teacher. All the students were already in the class. In the backrow there was me and a bunch of empty desks. All the rows in front of me had been filled in. Thank God this class wasn’t too big.

“Welcome to your first year of Konoha High!” He said, enthusiastically.

Our class replied with mumbles of ‘hey’ or ‘hi’. I just kept silent.

“Roll call time,” He grinned.

Just as he got to my name he messed up.

“Sakura Uchiha!” He called out.

I raised my hand self conscioiusly. All the girls in this class who’d ever heard of Sasuke whipped their heads back to glare at me.

“Please sir,” I whispered then controlled myself, “my name is Sakura Haruno.”

“Oh, well I am sorry,” he said with a jolly laugh. “I wonder who Uchiha is?”

The door was whipped open right then. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the boy in the doorway. Could it be? The boy had onyx eyes and raven hair. His face was stony and cold as he stood there with a simple tee and jeans. He was gorgeous.

He was Sasuke. Uchiha.

“Sasuke,” I whispered and tears came to my eyes. I quickly shook my head and looked away.

“And you are?” The teacher asked.

“Uchiha. Sasuke,” Sasuke’s deep voice rang out. He hurried to the desk in the back row on the right side. I noticed it was the desk farthest from me.

“Nuh uh, son, go sit next to,” Teacher scanned the list, “Haruno.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened in the ‘deer caught in headlights’ kind of way. He twirled his head towards me slowly and I offered him a weak smile. It was like it was his first time seeing me. He flicked his eyes back to the teacher.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d prefer right here,” he said, diplomatically.

“Nope sorry, I don’t like my students sitting alone. It makes them prone to self-harm,” The teacher grinned.

I tried to stop my heart from beating as Sasuke narrowed his eyes. He picked up his stuff and dragged it over to the desk beside me. Self consciously I took my hair down from my pony-tail and used it as a window, blocking his face from mine.

The teacher began to teach and I tried to distract myself by copying notes down. I felt eyes boring into my side. I twisted my head to see Sasuke staring at me.

“Sasuke,” I whispered softly. I shifted so my body faced his.

“Sakura,” He replied, his face now emotionless.

“You’re back,” I raised my hand to touch his chiselled face, to see if he was really there. He flinched and I dragged my hand back to my lap.

“Yeah.”

“I missed you,” I murmured.

Sasuke didn’t reply. He was facing the front now, taking notes like this conversation had never happened. But a part of me thought, if Sasuke could be here, what about Naruto? Maybe we’d all ended up at the same school. But, knowing my awful life, it was too good to be true.

Already as  the clock ticked slowly, I could tell this was going to be a long year.