𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 {Obito Uchiha}

Chapter 7: I'm not useless, I can be used as a bad example

(Obito)

"Obito! What happened to your face? "

Life happened.

Rin took a few steps forward and approached me dangerously close as her brown eyes examined the very last inch of my face. I didn't think she'd even realized how extremely awkward I felt behind the counter I was standing, like a trapped animal. I tried to avoid her scrutinizing eyes like a vampire avoids garlic. My eyes fell down on her thin lips and, just for a tiny moment, was kinda tempted to place a small kiss on the cupid's bow, but that would be a terribly, fucked-up idea, considering ​​how our relationship would end up. She probably wouldn't want to see me again after that asshole move, and I wouldn't blame her.

"What have you done this time?" she placed her hands on her hips with a worried look on her face. A warm feeling would curl up in my chest like a fuzzy blanket every time she would actually care about my condition.

"Why are you assuming that I was the one who did something?"

"Because I know you so well, Obito.Better than everyone. You can't escape me, even if you wanted to."

Right. However, she knew nothing about the -in my defense- occasional drug-ish issues I had had nor the whole thing with the trivial hook ups. Or at least I hoped. Rin was just...innocent. Way too formal and educated for all that bullshit in my life and I just couldn't ruin it and make her think so little of me.

"I fell on a doorknob. Clumsy me."

She raised an eyebrow and looked up at me sternly.

"Obito-" she sighed and I knew for sure there was gonna be a lecture. "Why do you keep getting involved in so many fights or even smoking half a pack a day? This isn't you, okay? You keep hurting yourself that way and you don't get it. You need to come to your senses and finally see how truly smart you are," a small pout formed on her lips. "You know, I'm feeling sad that you don't even realize that you're better than this."

It was my turn to sigh deeply; I was getting so tired of hearing those exact same words falling off someone's mouth. It was like a well-wrapped-up parcel of insults, and the wrap being some prissy ass words. Do this. Do that. Be fucking nice. But words would remain just words. So, I just offered her my panty-dropping grin. "Don't worry mom. I'll become such a well-behaved lad you wouldn't believe your eyes."

She slapped my shoulder playfully and giggled. "You're such a dummy sometimes!" then she placed her hand on my forearm and caressed it, something she would do if she wanted to get her way. My eyes scanned and followed the movement of her hand carefully. "I meant everything I said, Obito. You should consider yourself a lucky person, you have your uncle's huge and prosperous firm waiting for you to manage it..-" here she goes..

Lucky? LUCKY?! Had she actually paid the slightest attention to all those fucking things that had happened to me throughout all these years of our friendship?

"Rin, that's not the time for this if you don't mind."

Suddenly, I realized that she would rarely visit me at work that late. Unless...

"Hold on, what are you doing here downtown at night? A bit extreme for you, ain't ya think?" I just wanted to change the subject, hoping to steer it in a different direction away from all my wrong life choices, but still, I wanted to know.