HEEEYYY I SEE THAT SMILEY FACE.
He wasn't leaving. She could tell by the way a long, skinny, annoying shadow still lingered over the pages of her book. Her nose wrinkled in distaste. She didn't want to sit with anyone; especially not this anyone. Sure, she would put up with him once or twice a week to play a game of shogi (because he was the only one left on campus who would play her, let alone win), but that was as far as her patience with him went. She definitely didn't want to talk to him, let alone have him sit next to her while she ate.
"Why would I want you to lie to me, Nara?" she asked flatly in response to his question, turning another page. She wasn't stupid. She knew they weren't friends. Then again, Temari's perspective of friendship was very skewed. In her view, friends were people who you met with regularly and could talk to without wanting to wrap your hands around their throat.
Shikamaru fit all criteria but the last one.
Rationally, if there was any person who she could trust to sit next to her and not try to converse or say anything at all, it was Shikamaru. However, Temari didn't want to be rational. Temari wanted to be a bitch and ignore him. Why? Because he poisoned her air supply. Every time he came within ten feet of her she became rude, moody, and irritated. He made her act like such a...
...such a girl.
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