Bite The Bullet

15

AN: Since this is the last introductory chapter, I wanted to give some extra time to my lovely fans. I'm going to be responding to every single comment from now on, and in a moment respond to the previous ones.

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WITHOUT FURTHER ADODODO~

---FIFTEEN---

Dedicated to: bookloversrule

One two three four five six I hope your eyes fall off seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen Hinata's birthday is coming fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen I'll be valedictorian and give these wastes of oxygen a piece of my mind eighteen nineteen twenty Oh hell I have History kill me now oh no oh no –

"I've heard you were looking for me the other day."

I invariably flinch as I pull out the detention pad and hand it to him, taking a quick glance at the board and letting a quick breath of relief when I notice it's already clean. He raises an eyebrow, which snaps me out of my stupor of complete and utter horror of his sudden question and helps me remember what it is he was talking about.

"Well...um, I was looking for the teacher in charge of the Art Club, and I...uh, need to tell them something?" I choke out speedily, wanting to kick myself in the teeth for making that sound like I'm nervous when I could darn well be but would not like to admit to anyone –

"Yes, as I've previously mentioned, I'm aware of your initiative," he says as he returns the pad to me and folds his hands on his spotless desk, "What I'm asking you is what you needed from me."

I'm shifting my weight on either foot or pretending to leaf through the now empty pad full of pages with his signature at the bottom in order to avoid his penetrating Uchiha-mysterious-level gaze.

"Yeah, um, I....I didn't need anything from you, um, but thank you."

He bursts into this horribly DEMONIC laugh and I cannot for the love of my lovely street cat Ice Cream think up a situation more awkward and embarrassing for me than this one right here. I wish Sasori bursts into the room and...vanquishes him. Yeah. Vanquishes. There's not a better alternative than his death to help me get through this, and I can't miss my Biology mock exam next period.

"You don't understand? I'm in charge of the Art Club."

HAH?!