What.. What.. The..

How is it that Mr. Uchiha keeps his cool all the time, and how can he possibly say such a line with a straight face?!

"I'll get you another one. Wait for me here." He began to walk away from me as he spoke.

But I was too deep in thought to realize he said a word.

I couldn't be around him, my entire body would suddenly stop functioning. Especially my brain!

My heart is beating so fast it almost feels like it's going to pop out of my chest. I couldn't breathe, I was such a nervous wreck. I just knew I had to get away from Mr. Uchiha.

Well, good luck Naruto! Because I'm going to see him until I graduate!

Man.. Shit.. My legs began sprinting on it's own. I just had to get back to my booth. That's all I know.

Away. Away from everything.

Away from Mr. Uchiha.

I panted as I reached the booth, trying to catch my breath. "Yo, Naruto! I was looking for you." Kiba walked up to me, covered in different colors of paint. He was smiling from ear to ear, "You're the only one left that hasn't been on that chair!"

"Eeeh? It's my turn already?" I shivered in fear, thinking of just sitting there awaiting for those balloons to hit my vulnerable body.

"Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Kiba dragged me into the changing room as he passed me a pair of white pants and tee.

I changed out of my clothes with grumbling under my breath, Kiba was just there laughing and teasing me as we made our way back to the booth.

"It doesn't hurt at all!" He patted on my shoulder.

"I was looking for you." Sasuke uttered as he stood by my class's booth, a box of Takoyaki in his hand.

Before Kiba or I could utter a word, the new female classmate that fancied the teacher interrupted us.

"Ah, Mr. Uchiha! Would you like to support our booth?" She giggled with a basket of balloons in her grasps. Mr. Uchiha was very popular among the girls in school. I don't know why.. I mean, I have the same charm as he does!

He diverted his attention to her, as he smiled politely, "Sure."

Eh? No way?!

It's my turn to be the one on that chair!

He.. He can't be the one throwing the balloons!

I refuse!

I refuse to be hit (indirectly) by Sasuke Uchiha!

I was sitting on the death chair, and about 10 feet away was Mr. Uchiha holding those balloons.

I could feel my heart rapidly pounding away. Everything was slowing down and it almost fell silent.

When I saw that he was just about to throw the balloons, my eyes shut closed. Fearing and awaiting for the impact and messiness.

But it never did.

I opened my eyes, surprised and puzzled.

"I can't do it." Sasuke placed the balloon back into the bucket, leaving the crowd of students and teachers confused. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I can't bear to throw it at you. Dammit, must I spell out everything all the time?"

"Here, Mr. Uchiha. I'll help!" The same female classmate was standing next to Sasuke, too close to him, as she abruptly takes a balloon from the basket and launched it at me with strength. I met her eyes, it was aimed at me with jealousy as the balloon popped and paint splattered all over my face.

"Fuck, my eye!" I quickly hopped off the chair when I felt a stinging pain in my left eye. I rushed myself to the nearest toilet.

I heard footsteps following behind me.

Was that Kiba or Sasuke?

My mind wishes it to be Kiba.

My heart wishes it to be.. Sasuke.