Sakura's POV:
I don't want to be here, I need to go. People will just get mad at me again, please just let me leave! I kept thinking to myself as Itachi led me to a café on the street corner. I looked up and my breath hitched, I've been here before. Sometimes after school or even during summer vacation, I'd go here with the girls and just talk. I tried to soften the sound of me sniffling, if Itachi heard me he would just think I was weak too huh? I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I pulled it out and saw a text from another unknown number. I really only had to read the first word before I knew who it was.
Pinky!
Deidara...
Oi, you better be coming today.
I rolled my eyes at the text and tried to put my phone away when it vibrated again.
Don't ignore me, I see you through the window.
My eyelid twitched as I looked up to see the energetic blonde glaring at me and Itachi through the window, he made a 'hurry the fuck up' gesture and just to spite him I walked slower. This didn't go unnoticed by Itachi though, as he glanced over his shoulder he raised and eyebrow and kept walking.
"Hurry up, we don't want to keep them waiting." He said in his usual distant voice. I sighed and just lowered my head again, my mind thinking of excuse after excuse to get out of this. I wasn't feeling well? No that wouldn't work why would I come all the way out here just to say that. Oh wait, I know, cause I was basically dragged here by a certain older Uchiha. Homework? Ugh no again. What if I play my ringtone and act like it's from my mom telling me to come home! Yeah, that could work! Just when I got excited about leaving I realized how selfish I was being. These guys wanted to hang out with me, and here I am trying to get out of it any possible way I can. I sighed softly and shook my head, no I couldn't do that to these guys. Maybe... maybe hanging out with them won't be so bad. My mind will hopefully stop thinking about Ino along with some other unpleasant things, and who knows maybe we'll all be friends!
Or they'll notice how much of a bad person you are and abandon you like Ino did. a sudden thought passed through.
I stopped. I felt my hand tremble slightly and my mind begin to race again, once again battling itself.
Sakura! What the hell are you thinking about! My inner pipped up.
I-I don't know...I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry, just...try to calm down. You were right try to have fun with these guys. Let Ino be a drama queen, hell you've got a pretty nice lookin Uchiha to stare at for a while...
Inner!
You didn't deny it.
I rolled my eyes at the mental conversation and I looked up to see Itachi holding the door for me with a confused expression on his face.
"O-Oh! Sorry...I uh...toned out I guess. Thanks though!"
I quickly walked through the door to only chide myself more for adding the thanks though smooth move Sakura, way to make friends. I spotted Deidara patting the seat next to him rather loud, also the yelling of 'Oi Pinky over here!' Let's just say it wasn't hard to find the guys. I pulled my best grin and approached them, I sat next to Deidara. Itachi sat next to Sasori who was by Kisame. I waved at them and Sasori nodded his head at me in acknowledgement and Kisame grinned back. I really hope this was going to lighten my mood.
And that it did.
With Deidara and Kisame chowing down bowl after bowl I found they could possibly compete with Choji in an eating contest. With Sasori's occasional snarky comment to them it was hard not to laugh around these guys. And to add to it, Deidara slurping his food wasn't good when it would get onto your clothes. As I felt another drop plop onto my leg I snapped at him, "Dammit Deidara if you'd learn to chew maybe you wouldn't get it everywhere! By everywhere I mean everywhere on the person sitting next to you!"
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ItaSaku: You're No good For Me
RomanceSakura Haruno, a typical good girl in High School. But what happens when she stands up to Sasuke for being mean to one of her friends. And even worse... His brother gets involved. See how she tries to survive the drama that is high school, I wonder...