𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 {Obito Uchiha}

Chapter 8: I didn't fall for you, you tripped me!

(Jun)

MOVE!!!! GET OUT OF MY WAY!!

Shit Shit Shit!!!! I'm so effin late!!!!

On Friday morning I was speeding down the streets as if starring in a police chase movie, heading to school completely panicked because I'd fallen asleep and apparently the alarm on my phone had decided to ghost me.

Genma's damned essay had kept me awake all night cause my lazy ass had decided to deal with it at the very last minute instead of getting to finish it while I had had plenty of time at my disposal. My fetish has a name and it's called procrastination.

Running like the wind and gasping for air, I finally reached the classroom looking like I was about to throw up my lungs only to find out that the lesson hadn't started yet but the teacher was talking about some other random stuff and all the classmates shifted uncomfortably in their seats like they were bothered by something. I slipped inside the classroom and past some seats, unnoticed by the teacher.

"What's going on?" I asked Temari while taking a seat beside her.

"All of us students have just been informed that we must attend some kind of lecture on violence and juvenile delinquency right after the last period," the blonde rolled her eyes. "So excited, not."

"Seriously? An intervention to all of us 'cause two guys decided to beat each other's ass?" I sighed.

"Beats me," she made a pink bubble with her gum. "Hey, since it's Friday, are you coming to Medusa tonight? I may have a connection to get you a fake ID," she winked.

Medusa...The most famous, notorious, most difficult to get access to, edgy and dark club in town. Groundbreaking sounds. A temple of techno. At least from what I had heard of. But I would be lying if I said that it hadn't tickled my curiosity to get a glimpse into that enigma. Shon had been there quite a few times, it didn't surprise me though, he had always been attracted to troubled places like a moth to a burning fire.

I tilted my head toward her and whispered. "Not quite sure yet but I'll text you if anything changes, or else next Friday sounds good too. What about the fake ID?"

Her eyes glinted, a small smile creeping up her face. "So, there's this freshman boy with a high ponytail like a pineapple, a genius and very cute one, might I add, anyways, he says he knows some senior guy who's an expert in making fake IDs."

My eyes lifted upon the teacher who had started writing something on the whiteboard and I lowered my voice a bit more. "What if we get caught?"

The blonde with the buns tapped her pencil on the book. "We won't. Use it exclusively to gain access to the club. Wear only black, wait in the line, don't be a cheerful bubbly ass bitch and you won't get kicked out by the bouncer," she made a motion with her shoulders as if she shivered. "That man looks frightening with all those bandages wrapped around his neck; they brought him from Kiri just for that reason."

I contemplated her idea before giving her a final answer when from the corner of my eye I spotted Genma on the other side of class winking at me with a conspiratorial look on his face. I rolled my eyes and hid my face in my hands. I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

Time passed torturously slow until I heard the bell and Genma waved at me, motioning with his head to the side. I headed outside class and to the spot we had met the other day after I'd made sure there weren't any nosey people around us.

"Did you bring it?" I asked with an anxious tone in my voice, holding the essay in my hand as though I was a drug dealer.

A mischievous grin was spread across his face as he raised his hand holding the money wrapped in a roll. But instead of giving me the roll, he was just standing still and looking me straight in the eye. I snorted as my hand moved up to snatch it when he held the roll out of my reach.