[modern AU, bittersweet]

There's this girl in my math class. She sits right behind me. She's a strange girl, always the first person to arrive to class, but never staying for more than five minutes. She's a smoker. I don't like her.

"What's this?" I ask her when I find an envelope on my desk.

She's on her phone and not once does she look up at me when answering. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Well, maybe if you looked up at you would see it."

She smiles. She fucking smiles. "That's an envelope. I thought you were supposed to be smart."

I want to bash her face into the desk. I want to shove her stupid-ass phone up her nose. But I don't. Instead, I sit down in my chair and wait for the teacher to start teaching.

The teacher doesn't say a word as the girl who sits behind me stands up and leaves.

I hope her car breaks down.

When class ends I throw the envelope into the trash and head home.

I don't think about it. I don't think about the envelope and how my name was written on it in black loopy letters. I don't think about what could be in it or what was said in it.

I don't.

The envelope is back on my desk. I sigh. Why me?

"Did you see who put this here?"

The girl behind me doesn't look up. She doesn't acknowledge me. She just continues to type away on her phone.

"Don't know. Don't care," she says.

I look at her while imagining a curled up hand with the middle finger sticking out. I want to give her one in reality. But I don't. Just like how I don't punch her in her stupid face. I unlike some people am decent.

Once again I turn around and sit down. Once again the girl behind me leaves two minutes after the teacher starts to teach. Once again I am left alone with my thoughts.

I decide to open the envelope. I shouldn't have. Inside of it is a slip of paper.

"I miss you," it reads.

It happens again. The envelope is back on my desk again.

"Did you see who put this here?"

The girl behind me frowns while lookin at her phone. "No," she says.

I'm tired of her. She doesn't help. I sigh and sit down.

Today is different.

Today the girl behind me leaves a minute into my teacher's lecture. But this time she doesn't head straight for the door. This time she stops and pokes her pencil against my cheek.

"You're asking the wrong questions, Sakura," she says before heading out the door.

I open the envelope and pull out the piece of paper the resides in it.

"I want to see you again," it reads.

When I leave class I see the girl who sits behind. I almost didn't notice her sitting underneath a tree. The tree is big and thick, it hides her well. I walk toward her.

"What do you mean?" I ask her. Her eyes are closed and she's smoking a cigarette.

"Exactly what I said." She takes a long drag of the cigarette.

I don't get her. What the hell does she mean. And then it clicks.

"Do you know who gave me this?" I take out the crumpled up envelope from my pocket.

She takes her time in answering my question. "Yes."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Why?"

"She takes a drag of her cigarette and puffs it out into the air before answering. "Someone asked me to."

"Who?"

"You know him."

I don't. Who the hell would say they missed me? Who the hell would want to see me? Who the hell——

"You love him," she says.

I don't love anyone.

"Would you like to see him?"

No. No, I don't. I want him to stop. I want to go to class a not see a fucking envelope on my desk.

Instead I say, "Yes."

She takes me to her car. Why the hell am I going with her? She's a complete stranger. And to be honest I forgot what her name was.

It's quiet in the car. I want to speak. I want to tell her to stop driving like a madwoman. I want to tell her to slow down, to stop ignoring the red signal lights. I want to tell her to let me out. I don't want to see him.

She takes me to a small café on Gay Street.

"Where is he?" I ask.

"Not here?"

"Then why are we here?"

"You looked like you were about to fucking kill yourself. Calm down. We'll see him tomorrow."

She pushes me onto a seat and heads toward where a lady is taking orders.

"Who is he?" I ask as she sets down two cups of some brown stuff.

"You know him." She says it as if she were accusing me of murder.

"I don't."

"I'll give you a hint: Uchiha."

Uchiha? What the hell is an Uchiha?

"Huh?"

She picks up her cup and heads outside. From the corner of my eye I see her pull out a pack of cigarettes.

She doesn't break her word. I'm sitting in her car while fiddling with my thumbs. Up and down and around they go.

"Once upon a time," the girl begins. "There was a little girl." She parks the car on the side of the road and gets out. I follow her.

"She was a quiet little girl. And she loved to play at the park." She makes her way into the woods while continuing her story. "One day at the park she met a little boy."

Shit. Shit. Shit. Why the hell is this story making me feel like I'm standing on a bridge that's about to collapse. I want to puke.

"The little girl and the little boy became fast friends. They did almost everything together. They played together. They laughed together. They fell in love together——if you could call it that——they fell in love with each other. But one day."

Please stop. Please shut up. I don't like this story. I don't want to hear this story.

"But one day the little boy found out he had cancer and so, he was sent to live in the hospital for awhile. The little girl cried. She didn't like that her friend was gone. She wanted to fix him. She wanted him back. And so the little girl decided to become a doctor. But then she found out more about cancer. And realized that..."

Shut up. Shut up. Shut UP.

"And realized that the little boy was gonna die. Or well, at least spend a lot of time at the hospital."

She stops walking and I stop waking. We're standing in the middle of the woods.

"The end," she finishes. "Now turn around so you could receive your prize."

I look down. My hands have turned to fists and my breathing is out of wack? Why? What the hell is wrong with me? I look back up and she's gone.

I turn around.

And that's when I realize two things: why the story bothered me so much and who is standing in front of me.

The story is about me.

"Sasuke..." I whisper.

But the story is also about him.

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Please excuse any grammar mistakes this is unedited. Hope you all had a lovely Valentine's Day.

Written by perfectlyinsane-