I couldn't help the vibe that was someone was looking at me ans Shikamaru. Ya know that feeling you get when you know that someone is burning holes into the back of your neck? Well, yeah, I had one of those feelings going on right now.
I turned, but no one seemed to be looking our way. The only person who was really, really behind us, like "back-the-fuck-up behind us was that punk-kid named Gaara. He was a little... weird. He often kept to himself, so he never bothered me, but, god, why was he so close? He never sat over here.
"Hey, dude, you wanna skip this class ans go get something to grub," I tell Shika. I know that he'll say yes, and I don't really feel like being here. My instincts were telling me that something wasn't right. Don't get me wrong, though. I'm always up for a good brawl, but not when it comes to being on campus. Fuck, my mom would kill my ass if she see caught my dumbass fighting on school-grounds.
"Yeah, let's ditch this place," Shikamaru agrees. "Temari has the same class later on in the day. We could just get the notes from her."
The teacher doesn't say anything as we make our way out. It's college. The teachers didn't care what the hell students did.
"Where you wanna go?" Shikamaru says as we make our way to the parking lot.
"It's on you. You're driving."
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