Voraciously

Caught

(Sorry for the late update. I have carpal tunnel, so I can only write one or two chapters a week. But with rising popularity, I will try to update more often.)

Naruto's P.O.V

Shit. Shit. Shit. I can't believe I almost fucked this up, I thought as I shoved my belonging into my locker. I never used one of those dial locks before, so it literally took me a solid 3 minutes to figure it out. By the time I did, I was so aggravated with everything and this whole situation, trying to pretend to be something that I was not. The only thing I could do, was take my anger out on measly inanimate objects. I slammed my books into my locker with more than necessary amount of force. They just sat their in the locker mocking me. It just pissed me off even more. 

Here I am trying to be this germaphobic human and to top it off, seamlessly supposed to make friends to help the one fucking person that has ever truly care about me. Fuck you, Iruka and your experimental bullshit. To make matters worse, I nearly blew my germaphobia cover-story in a matter of minutes. I looked toward a clock displayed on a wall. It read 10:45 am. 

Great. Just. Fucking. Great. I've only been at school for two and half hours and I could of just fucked things up. I looked at my hand holding the locker door open. I glared immensely at the white cotton glove in my locker. I had forgotten to put them on during class. Apparently, most severe germaphobes wear gloves to prevent touching public objects with their bare skin. What kind of germaphobe am I supposed to be? The daredevil germaphobe? Why was germaphobia, out of all illness, was I supposed to have? Dear god, I could feign something physical, like a limp, but a mental illness? 

I eat raw meat for the love of all that's Holy. How the fuck am I supposed to feel grossed out by germs, if I eat fucking blood and meat. This whole day was starting to piss me off. I just hope that whoever I tried to befriend, thinks I'm a fucking lunatic and leaves me the Hell alone, maybe then I could get away with it. 

"Why are you so fucking stupid?" I whispered to myself.

"Sorry. I did not know you were moron." I lifted my head up, slowly and turned around. The moment I turned around, I nearly screamed with rage. Who is out there, trying to fuck up my live? Does the world just hate me? Right in front of me, was none other than Mr. Mystery Guy that I tried to shake barehanded with! Oh look, and he brought a friend! 

The guy was handsome that was for sure. Both of them actually. They looked like models right out of the cover of some beauty magazine. Tall. Pale. Muscular. Dark hair. Only difference between the two, was that Mr. Mystery Guy had grey eyes, while his companion had the oddest pale blue eyes. What a minute? Is that guy blind? Where the fuck are his pupils? I held my tongue. I really wanted to ask. 

They looked like they were waiting for a response. I didn't want to give them one. I'm supposed to have a hard time socializing with people. I mean, in a way, I did naturally, because I was so secluded in my life with Iruka, but I'm supposed to act 'shy'. That's what Iruka wanted me to act like. It was part of my facade as a germaphobe.  I looked up toward them? Why the hell were these fuckers taller than me?  I was close to 182.8 cm. I stood around 177.5 cm . What the hell were these giants? 195 cm? 205 cm?!

They looked toward each other. The Mystery Guy shoved his hands in the pockets of his slick black khaki pants. He leaned toward me and cocked his head to the side. O my fucking god, could he be any hotter, my inner demon was craving something fierce. Damn this incubus blood. I could feel it rush to my face. God, I hope I wasn't blushing. 

The guy smirked. "So you must be dumb after all? Damn. And here I was thinking about having a civilized conversation with you." He leaned back and smirked toward his friend.