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The Feeling's Mutual	By : MrFreaky Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 17663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“You fucking stupid bitch! Can't you fucking see?”
Ino knew this man was not talking to her. She glanced over at Sakura, her best friend, who was sitting beside her in the passenger seat, searching for some sort of reassurance that the silly muthafucka didn't mean her. She didn't know what it was about the B-word but the shit set her off.
She yelled out the window of her car back at him, “Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit!”
He yelled out, “Deez nuts!” and flipped me the finger, put the pedal to the medal, then screeched off in his red Mazda RX-7 with personalized plates that read THE MAN.
Ino was cursing under her breath while he pulled off from the light, trick ass. “I hate it when people cut me off in traffic and then pretend like it's my fault and shit! Men can't fucking drive anyway! They're only good for one thing!”
Sakura laughed, trying to calm me down some. “Ino, don;t sweat it, girl. Shit happens, ya know?”
That didn't help much. “I know shit happens, but still. He pulls out in front of me, when I had the right of way, and then has the audacity to call me a bitch! Fuck him!”
“Now that you mention it, girl, I wouldn't mind.” She glared at Sakura. She was grinning from ear to ear. “Well, damn, Ino. He was fine as hell. If I met him in a club or something, I would tear his ass up.”
You know what, Sakura? You're getting to old to be thinking bout your coochie-coo, You need to start thinking with your mind.”
“Damn, what crawled up your ass and died? You're in such a bitchy mood today!”
She left it at that 'cause she didn't want to have to get medieval on her ass. She turned the radio up so oud the bass was making her gas pedal vibrate. Sakura got the hint that she didn't care to discuss it any further. First, the asshole in the other car calls her a bitch and then her own friend call her bitchy. The day was getting off to a messed-up start and she didn't like it. She didn't like it one iota.
Truth is, they were both correct about her being bitchy. Sai and her had had a big quarrel the night before on the phone. He called her from his so-called business trip talking trash and asking her a bunch of questions about what she was doing while he was away. That pissed her off because she read somewhere that over 80 percent of men, married or not, take condoms with them on business trips just in case they get lucky. On top of that, it's a commonly known fact that men only ask a bunch of questions and throw accusations when their asses are guilty themselves. They figure the woman must also be cheating since they are. So she decided that they take a long needed break away from each other.
She had been through the scenario too many times before and she knew Sai was nothing but a playa. She lay awake the night before and decided it wasn't worth it. As soon as he returned from his trip, she was calling it off. After all, the only way to get respect is to demand it and accept nothing less.
She almost missed her turn because her mind was wandering. She came to her senses and started concentrating on her driving instead of her shitty-ass man. Ino and Sakura were on the way to a Memorial Day cookout at their friend Shikamaru's house out in Silver Springs, Maryland. She was more than ready to get there. She was stressed and needed to sit down underneath a shade tree with a brewsky and chill. A small part of her was hoping she might find a decent man there, but she wasn't about to hold her breath. Good men are like good hairdressers. Hard as hell to find.
She made the last turn before getting to his house and could see all the cars parked up and down the street. Sakura broke the silence and turned the radio all the way down. “Damn, look at all these people. I know I'm going to find me some action.”
Ino rolled her eyes at her, not wanting to divulge that she was halfway hoping to find her some action, too. She turned the radio back up while looking for a place to park.
She was looking for a spot, listening to her song “Untitled” by D'Angelo, and wondering why Sakura had turned it down in the first place when she saw it. “Fuck! Ain't this some shit!”
Sakura had no idea what I was talking about. “What's wrong? You okay?”
Ino could only manage to point. Sakura looked in the direction of her finger and immediately saw the problem. A red RX-7 with a tag saying THE MAN was parked in Shikamaru's driveway. She wanted to scream.
She drove all the way across town for this cookout, thinking she would at least have a halfway decent time, chilling out with friends, playing cards, eating some grilled chicken and corn on the cob, whatever. Why did that trick ass have to be at the same cookout? Shame on it all!
Sakura reached over and started patting my shoulder. “Ino, it's okay. Just ignore his ass. Hell, I'll keep him occupied so he won't bother you.
Sakura was getting on her last nerve, but neither she nor THE MAN were going to ruin her day. She came to have a good time and that's exactly what she planned to do. Let's face it it. There was no point in even going unless she was willing to put forth some effort to have fun.
After she successfully maneuvered into the cramped parking space and cut the engine, Sakura and her did the female thing: looked in the mirrors and primped. She used the rearview mirror while she used the one under the sun visor. We had to make sure out lipstick and eyeliner weren't smudging, there was no lipstick in their teeth, and of course, that not a single strand was out of place.
After they both decided they were good to go, they got out the car and started walking the half black to Shikamaru's house. The scent of BBQ ribs and chicken in the breeze. She'd skipped breakfast on purpose so she would be good and hungry by the time they got to the cookout.
They could hear people laughing and talking loudly as they got closer, along with the faint noise of some music playing. Probably from a boom box. They walked past the front door and headed straight for the gate leading to the backyard.
When she went in the backyard and that trick ass started bothering her. They spotted each other at the same time; both of them had that I'm-gonna-kick-your-fucking-ass expression on their faces. She had him at a disadvantage because, she knew he was already there. He was shocked. She was hoping he had a weak heart and would keel the fuck over right then and there.
He was on the opposite side of the yard from the gate, talking to some pale sickly looking girl with white pupil less eyes, fake boobs, with medium length hair with a black and blue tint and an outfit that looked like one of those you can put on layway. It figured he would be into women with no class since he had none his damn self. Her hair was all natural blonde that came to rest in the middle of of her back and it looked good.
Sakura broke her damn concentration. “Ino, I see Shikamaru over there. I'm going to go speak and see what's going on.”
“Okay, I'll be around here someplace. I'm about to grab something to drink and find an available chair in the shade.”
She really should've gone with her to speak to Shikamaru since he was the host, but he was on the other side of the lawn near that thing and she wasn't about to go anywhere near him.
She saw a group of guys standing around an oak tree and figured that must be where the beer cooler was located. She was right and asked one of them to hand her a Miller Lite. They all started looking her over and not even trying to hide it. Men and women are totally different. Women check men out, too, everything from their shoes to their fingernails to their dicks, but they do it in style.
She found a nice spot in the shade and plopped down on a comfortable lounger. She was sitting enjoying her beer minding her own business when THE MAN came walking straight towards her.
Before he could even open his mouth, she got on his ass. “Look, I'm really not in the mood for this. We had a near-miss car accident, we were both angry, and the shit is over with now. So just take your ass back over there and it's all good.”
He laughed at me, the trick. “First of all, I was coming over here to apologize to you and introduce myself, but I can see you're in a foul-ass mood.”
As mad as I was at him, seeing him up close was not such a bad thing. Sakura was right. He was fine as hell. He looked to be about 6'1 and he was cut in the muscle department. He had dark blue eyes, three whiskers on each side of his cheek almost like a fox and a caramel complexion. She was thinking of lowering her guard , allowing him to apologize and all of that. Then she remembered him calling her a bitch and flipping her the finger.
“You're right. I'm in a foul-ass mood. As far as an introduction, I don't wanna know your ass. You already called me a bitch, so that's my name. Go back over there and talk to that pale face anemic hoe and eave me the fuck alone.”
“Okay, BITCH!” He spewed at her.
She was about to get up off the chair and ram her foot up his ass, but he walked away to fast.
They managed to avoid each other until she got in the long line of people rushing to fix a plate once the food was ready. She felt someone breathing down her neck, turned around, and his skank ass was in line behind her.
She was starving and all, but she wasn't about to be anywhere near him. She admitted that she was acting immature about the whole thing. However, something about him irked the hell out of her.
She told the guy she had been chatting with most of the afternoon, who was standing beside her in line, that she wasn't hungry after all and would catch up to him later.
She went to the bathroom and glared at the mirror. She looked at herself, wondering why she always got all the losers. It wasn't like she was ugly. In fact, far from it. She was 5'4, 128 lbs, with a light pale complexion and turquoise eyes. She spent a lot of time in the gym keeping her body in shape.
She opened the bathroom door, planning to return to the cookout. She figured the food line was probably down to a minimum by then and the asshole should be sitting somewhere feeding his face.
She glanced down at her purse, replacing the lipstick, when she bumped right into his trick ass. He'd apparently been waiting to take a leak.
He snarled at me, “Well, excuse you!”
“Let me tell you something! You don;t know me, but I am not the one and this isn't the day to be fucking with me, aight?” She started walk away from him when he grabbed her byt the arm and swung her around.
“Listen, Baby, I apologize okay? I shouldn't have acted so ugly towards you this morning in the car or after you got here. I'm really not a bad person.”
She rolled her eyes. “Can I have my arm back?”
He let go, extending his hand to her. “I'm Naruto”
She took his hand and shook it, but still didn't tell him her name.
“Let's try this again, I'm Naruto and you are?”
“Ino.” She threw him half a smile since his eyes were kind of turning her on.
“Nice to meet you, Ino.”
“Same here.” She pulled her hand away from him, not even realizing he still had a firm grip on it. “Well, I'm going to get some food now.”
With that, she walked away. She could feel his sexy eyes boring a hole through her ass until she hit the patio doors and went back outside.

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