Chapter 20 Lez dance

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Heya! I dont not own Naruto or the brands/bands.
This chapter is dedicated to You....

Sakura POV
I got up from the bench and Sasuke did also so quickly you'd think we were joined together."Wait do you think you're doing?"He asked."Im going to dance."I said as if it was normal.He started walking with me towards the dance floor to where Drama started. "Oh Sakura you're fine!"Screamed Karin who leaped out towards me.I raised my eyebrow and stepped alittle back."Er yea.."I said awkwardly.She smiled and turned back and went away."So..that was strange."I said to Sasuke who had the same look on his face.He shrugged his shoulders and I processed towards the dancefloor.As we got there I spotted Ino dancing with Shikamaru-well Shikamaru wasnt really dancing it was sorta like swaying?.."Ino!"I said over the loud music.She looked around until she spotted me and she and Shikamaru came over."This is so awesome!"She said whilst dancing with me.Sasuke and Shikamaru went over to the benches to sit down.Gosh they're such party poopers.
Come and get it while you still got time~
Ino and I looked at each and grinned widely.This was our jam!!!!!!
Take a sip of my secret potions
It'll make you fall in love
And a smile that can be broken
One touch and you'll be in love
I got the recipe and its called black magic
Yea its called black magic~
The song sadly ended and we went to get something to drink.I had a coke, I know classy whilst Ino had some punch.As I turned my view back to Sasuke my eyes widened and instantly without thinking the glass shattered into a thousand pieces giving off a sicking sound as it broke.Ino as if on queue grabbed my hand gently and inspected it as small pieces of glass cut my palm.The blood slowly trickled down my hand but I didnt care.All I cared about was what saw or what I wish I hadn't....

Hey I know that was short but bare with me.^.^
                         
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