LONG TAG IS LONG :D
Having high standards can sometimes come back to bite you in the ass. For one thing, having standards severely limits your choice of friends. Temari's lack of social skills were never more pronounced than at lunch, when while it was customary for most people to sit with their friends or their clique in a predetermined spot on campus, Temari sat alone on a bench reading and eating a sandwich. She had her legs curled under her and her book bag and its contents strewn around the remaining space, making it impossible for anyone to sit next to her.
This was entirely on purpose.
Temari was never bothered by eating alone. In fact, she liked it more than sitting next to some idiot and filling the air with useless chatter that bored her to the verge of tears. She placed her sandwich down on the napkin in her lap and turned the page, her eyes darting to the top right before she was interrupted.
Instinctively, she snapped her head up and blurted "Excuse me?" in her most warning voice before even considering who it was. Only Nara. Hmm. How to answer his usual discourteous bullshit. She could tell him how to say please in three different languages, in case he didn't know how it was pronounced in Japanese. She could even nag him about Barbie, his wife-to-be. That always pissed him off.
On the other hand, she could always just tell him to fuck off.
"Get lost, Nara," she said, uninterested, "I'm busy." She then slouched against the back of the bench lazily, making it extremely clear she wasn't busy at all.
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