Neanderthal

By: GothicGIR

Summary: I glared into my best friend's green eyes and snorted. "Me? Like that Neanderthal twit? Give me more credit, Sakura! I would never, in a million years, like-" "I never said you liked him" she smirked. NARUxSASU!

Chapter 1:

Women truly are nature's most intelligent of earth's creature. I am sure that it has been proven on numerous occasions that they are capable of thinking with their brain instead of their hormones or below-the-belt, like men. Yes, there are rare exceptions of a man being smarter than a women; prime example Albert Einstein. However, I highly doubt he got laid more than once. He was probably more concerned with the fact that he wanted to make up a new conclusion about the world to even think about having sex. Or, the man could have been gay. I really think, with all my opinion, that the man was gay.

He's married? I bet it was his sister in disguise.

He had a kid? It was adopted.

He's not gay? Nonsense.

No way can a man be that smart without having the craving of getting laid. He has to be gay . I myself am gay and highly intelligent. I have no need for a woman's touch, hence being gay, and am more focused on getting good grades and getting into a good college, than being openly gay and getting laid. I would rather not deal with the harassment or distractions. It's not worth it and it never will be. A successful future is more important.

I told myself that repeatedly everyday and, sometimes, I would tell that to myself in the mirror. So, it was a wonder on how my best friend Sakura knew I had the biggest man crush on Naruto Uzamaki of all time. She was suggesting men that were, and I quote, "my type". She suggested several like Shikamaru Nara and even the art teacher Sasori and all I did was shook my head. However…when she came to Naruto, I apparently "lost my cool".

I glared into my best friend's green eyes and snorted. "Me? Like that Neanderthal twit? Give me some credit Sakura. I would never, in a million years, like-""I never said you liked him," she smirked.

With that being sad, I was at lost of words and simply looked away from her, finding great interest in my (plain, everyday) tennis shoes."So, you do like Naruto?" Sakura insisted."No, I do not like him," I mumbled.

Which, needless to say, was not true. Naruto was the face of the school. He was the star athlete of the football and basketball teams. He moved so fast on the field and court, it was like he was a ninja. He was the sweet hearted, kindest person walking the hallways. Yes, he had the rebellion and confidence of any teenager, but that was to be expected. He had a killer, tan, muscular body and the most gorgeous face ever known to man. His only flaw? He's straight.

Well, okay…so that wasn't entirely a flaw; at least not for the crazed fan girls kissing the very ground he walked on, but it was to me. It's bad enough that I'm the unattractive, gay school nerd but now I can't get the guy of my dreams by any means possible. Naruto Uzamaki is unattainable. Plain and simple.

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I stared at the board in my art class and watched Sensei Sasori draw different dimensional figures. He lectured us on how to do it and I knew that if he did not finish soon, boredom would be the death of me. You see, Sensei has the horrible habit of drowning on and on during his lectures and made everyone wait until he was done until we got some hands-on experience. He was so insistent on us paying attention, all supplies was taken from us and our mouths were closed. If we talked, duct tape was latched onto our lips and was only removed by Sasori himself. It actually happened once, too- to Naruto. I hated myself for laughing, but it was a sight to see.

I sighed inwardly and stole a glance across the room where Naruto sat. He had his head down on the desk with his shoulders rising and lowering in a rhythmic pattern. I smiled to myself and turned back to listen to Sensei. However, the urge to see Naruto again beat the urge to pay attention and I glanced at Naruto again.

God, he was beautiful, even when I couldn't see his face when he slept. I wanted nothing more than to be by his side when he was sleeping. I wanted him to wake up next to me and having me be the first thing he saw when he woke up.

No, I do not think of this as obsessive behavior. I do not drool over his drool, unlike his fan girls. I do not worship the ground he walks on, unlike his fan girls. I do not scream and shriek when he walks by me, unlike his fan girls. I am not a fan girl, nor am I fan boy. I simply am in love with Naruto and this causes me to think in the terms I currently am now.

Naruto stirred a bit and then he lifted up his head to stare at the board in front of him. A small river of drool dripped from his mouth and I founded that to be cute. Mind you, I myself am not drooling.

Suddenly, Naruto whipped his head in my direction and I blushed. I quickly turned my attention away from him and back to the front. I was met by the gaze of the sensei, eyebrows raised and arms crossed."Were you not paying attention, Mr. Uchiha?" he said, warning dripped in his voice.

Crap…

"I- I was…" I muttered."Were you now? Because, when I checked, you were paying a great deal of attention to Mr. Uzamaki over there."

A series of snickers erupted into the classroom and I slumped down in my seat."No, sir," I said, "I was paying attention."

Sasori grunted in reply and tapped a piece of chalk against the board. "I see…well, thanks to you, I have wasted several minutes and the bell is about to ring. I have not yet finished my lectured, so it shall continue into tomorrow. I'll start over."

The entire class groaned and comments of how much of a moron I was followed. I wanted to turn around and quiz them on the many things I knew to prove that I was indeed not a moron, but decided against it.

At that moment, the bell rang and I gathered up my things as quickly as I could. Once I accomplished that, I scurried off to the door, walking past Naruto. However, since my body has no needs to communicate with my brain accordingly around him, I managed to trip on the (flat) surface- my things scattering across the floor.

I immediately muttered an apology and groped the ground for my supplies. I had everything, at least I thought I did, and preceded to run out of art as fast as I could. However, a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I was staring face to face with Naruto. He had a piece of paper in his other hand.

"You forgot this," he smiled.I stared into his ocean blue eyes and blushed. Just like the rest of him, they were beautiful.

"Um," I gaped, "t-thanks."

I reached out and grabbed the piece of paper and my finger brushed against his smooth skin. I pulled my hand away and had to resist hyperventilating."Y-you know what?" I said quickly, "It's not important! You keep it. I don't want it!"

Naruto raised an eyebrow and glanced at the sheet of paper."I think it's your English homework," he mumbled.

"I do not care!" I practically yelled, "Just, uh, keep it! It's fine! Really!"

Before he could debate any further, I darted out of the art classroom and down the hall.