Not Right For You

Chapter 2

So, a part of it has been inspired by a scene I saw in a movie once. So just sit back and enjoy. And do comment!!!

Naruto

"Go ahead. I will join you after a while." I say to Sakura who frowns.

"You won't bail right?" She asks, raising a brow.

I chuckle at her words. "Granted I didn't wanna come here but I do want a degree. Just go ahead. I will be there."

She sighs and nods. I start packing my bag with required things and hum a tune as I make myself a sandwich.

I munch on it as I walk to my car. The distance to campus was pretty short but I was feeling lazy. A short drive later, I quickly spot an unreserved parking spot and park it quickly in hopes of catching up with Sakura before classes. I get out of the car, take my stuff and lock it to walk away when I am cornered by two guys.

"Excuse me." I say with a raised brow. I was in no mood to be messed up with.

"Dude. You can't park here. It's reserved throughout the year for someone." A guy with brown hair and red marks on his cheeks says.

I couldn't see any free spots nearby and this reservation thing ticked me off.

"It doesn't say it is reserved." I state plainly.

He gives me a look. "Do you even know whose parking spot it is?"

I shrug a 'no' and he scoffs.

"Uchiha. Sasuke." He says with a dramatic pause and I raise a brow.

Should I know whoever that is?

"Don't know, don't care." I shrug and hear collective gasps from the small crowd that had gathered around. I barely keep myself from rolling my eyes and flipping everyone off. I am starting to get agitated with this bullshit.

A honk snaps them out of their shock and everyone including me watches as a black sports car stops and its owner glances at me through his shades. He tilts his head as he looks at me from head to toe, frowning and then at my car before raising his brows.

He gets out and the girls spring into action, gushing and yelling at him. He gives them a mere glance and then turns to the brown haired guy.

"Why is my parking spot occupied, Kiba?"

Kiba points a finger at me and shrugs.

"Whoever you are..." He waves his hand at me unimpressed, "That's my parking spot." He throws me his keys and hands me some cash. I refrain myself from scowling at his attitude.

"Park my car. While you are at it, have someone look at your car. Have it cleaned." He starts to walk off.

"Nice car." I say nodding at his indeed impressive sports car.

"I know." He smirks and pats my back. Kiba and some other guy, let's call him bushy brows, smirk and start following the rich kid. Wow I already forgot his name. Must be a real douché.