listen 《 ten 》

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I didn't see Sasuke at school after that. Of course, I wouldn't. Because he freaking dropped out. The only times I ever have the chance to see him was whenever I'd go to clubs with Temari. He always showed up, drinking his ass away.

I wanted to stop him, I wanted to tell him that drinking wasn't the solution but who was I in his life, anyway? He probably never knew my name anyway. Heck, he got my name wrong the first time he spoke to me.

My phone vibrated, so I picked it up to check the message.

From ; Gaara
You coming tonight, too? I'll pick you up.

I contemplated. Shall I go tonight as well?

I then felt someone covering my eyes with their hand (the hand smelled like ramen) but I realized that the only person who would do that to me was...

"Naruto," I said, and he groaned.

"That was great, I didn't think you'd know it was me because you were on your phone!" He exclaimed, and I sweatdropped.

"Your hand smells like ramen, Naruto. Not gonna lie," I said, and he shrugged.

"Anyway, are you coming tonight? Sasuke's gonna be there. Along with others," Naruto said, and I sighed.

If I had the chance to see him again, I'd take it.

"Yeah, sure."

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