Someone To Run To

Chapter Twelve: The golden times

Sasuke POV

What's with the faces? Shock, disgust, anger, and some were smirking? Only now did I notice that the classroom was small and cramped, with only one exit. Surely something Naruto had noticed the moment he walked in.

Mentally slapping myself, I questioned myself again; who cares what he noticed? Ugh. No matter what I insisted, I knew I did.

"You...were with him? Are you friends with him or something?" A kid called over with a nervous laugh at the end. What? A friend? We'd barely met! But I suppose I did call him a friend earlier...

"No. He's just a classmate who was nice enough to show me around." I replied coldly. What the?- I'm so stupid.

"But you don't have any marks on you either!" Another kid answered, seemingly amazed.

"I can defend myself when attacked, but fortunately for me, he didn't come near me," I responded, an icy tone leaking its way into my voice.

A group of kids to my right laughed. After demanding to know if they had an issue with me, a I got back was;

"Ohhh guys we have ourselves a badass here!" In between fits of laughter.

Naruto POV

Most people would assume as I starred down at my work like it was a masterpiece, and occasionally wrote something down, that I was concentrating on it. No, most of my answers were wrong as I listened in the the class discussion.

Not a friend huh?... I guess I was being a bit too optimistic. Like he'd just instantly be my friend after that. Whatever, I'm not giving up. He's a prick, which is perfect for me. I won't feel guilty being his friend, even if he gets picked on. At least that's what I like to think.

I guess I'll just have to work on it. Work, yeah that's what I should be doing. At least that's what I was thinking up until I received  that note.

Naruto. Usual time. Usual place. Just like those golden times we had before.

Today isn't my day.

Sasuke POV

Finishing my work early, I couldn't help but glance over at Naruto's worksheet. Nearly everything is wrong on it. Has he been that distracted?

Not knowing if he is the type to cheat, I turned my sheet on an angle so he could look. Just in case. After all it wasn't his fault that he was distracted. I was just being fair, right?

Not long after, he received a note. Putting his elbow on the desk and resting on his hand almost naturally, as if he does it constantly, he blocked my view.

Though I couldn't read the note, I could still see his face. He went pale and seemed like he was going to sigh, but bit his lip.

I'll keep an eye on him... For his sake of course.