Seven (Konoha High/SasuSaku FanFic)

Chapter Six: After Math

** Notice** So I made a really dumb mistake and forgot that Itachi dropped Sasuke off, then I made a big deal of how nice Sasuke's car was when HE WAS DROPPED OFF. Excuse my idiotic mistake, we'll just act like Sasuke made Itachi and Deidara walk their lazy asses to school after they got to KHS.

Sakura's POV

"Shouldn't you be paying attention to your friend instead of yelling at me?" I paused, realizing how rude I was. Here I was yelling at Sasuke over being a bad friend, when I was just as bad by ignoring Hinata. Sasuke's lips formed into a smirk, obviously reading me like a book.
I pushed my problems aside, glancing up at the small Hyuga heiress. I noticed she wasn't even paying attention to me and Sasuke. Her mouth was slightly open, tears streaming down her porcelain face. "H-Hinata?" I whispered, her eyes were wide as dinner plates, looking across the parking lot.
I stood beside her, my head turning towards where hers was pointing. My eyes caught the seen of the football field, football players crowded around something, all cheering. Something in my stomach told me that's were the knucklehead and sir douche-a-lot were.
I grabbed Hinata's wrist, not roughly, and pulled her along with me. I squeezed past Sasuke's car, a few seconds later the roar of his engine echoing behind us. Hinata gave soft whimpers, some of her tears landing on my hand and arm.
"God damn it you two!" I screamed, the crowd, once cheering, quieting at the sound of my voice. Us volleyball players have to be loud, okay? I pushed through a couple of tall players, Hinata hiding behind me.
I gasped seeing Neji on top of Naruto, blood trickling out of his nose. He was punching Naruto in the face, his face already bruised and covered in blood. "Stop it!" I screamed, shoving the Hyuga. He moved a little, giving me a glance, but returned to hitting the almost unconscious blonde. "Don't!" I got on my knees and started pounding on his side. "You're going to kill him!"
"Stop!" Hinata finally screamed, Neji pausing. She ran to the opposite side of him, her face stained red from tears. She pushed the Hyuga, his eyes widening. I turned to Naruto, his face swollen. We'd have to call an ambulance.
Shit! Now we're all going to get in trouble...
Neji stood up, leaving the knucklehead on the ground. I paid no attention to Hinata and him, analyzing Naruto's wounds. You know I haven't been wanting to be a doctor and not know anything! Actually, Tsunade has been training me in that, too. She may be a handful, but she practically good at everything.
I pressed my index and middle finger on the blonde's neck, his pulse hyper, making me sigh with relief. His face looked abnormal, swelling taking up most of it, purple, red, and black everywhere. Naruto was usually pretty handsome, I'm not going to lie, but he isn't right now.
The crowd hadn't moved away from us, watching mostly the two Hyugas. I felt my temper burn up again, as I looked around at the concerned team. "Is he going to be okay, Sakura-chan?" Dog boy asked. Kiba- he was also on the football team, one of Naruto's best friends. They both acted like idiots together, usually not the two you'd want paired together.
"Well, you're lucky. He's fine, but he could of died! All you guys did was cheer them on! You're assholes!" I stood up, some of the football players leaving or flinching. "If Naruto had died do you know what I would have done?" I asked, standing as close as possible to the smelly football player. His helmet was tucked under his arm, paint streaked across his cheeks.
"Eh, Sakura-chan! I didn't get here until Neji was already winning," his face was scared, as I stood on my tip toes to get a better look in his eyes.
"Let's just say there wouldn't just be one body, Kiba," I smiled, him and the rest of the group ran off. I heard a slap and a moan, making me turn around. Hinata was lying on the ground, shaking. I looked at the shocked Neji, his hand still raised.
"Did you-" he ran off, Hinata silently crying beside the blonde. "Hinata! Are you okay?" I leaned down, softly putting my hand on her shoulder.
"Don't touch me," she whispered, her demand sounding odd to the ear.
"Wha-"
"Don't touch me! Leave me alone! I don't like you Sakura! You aren't my friend!" My stomach dropped, I looked down at the crying girl, her face still covered with her hands. I didn't believe her, she was just saying things because she was having a bad day.
At least I hope...