This story is originally from my wattpad in the same title. I just made it a Naruto version.
Tell me what you think, ne? :)
~❤Hime
DISCLAIMER: Naruto is NOT and NEVER WILL BE MINE. Sadly... :(
PROLOGUE
I never thought this would happen... I never expected something so extraordinary will happen to me...
You ask what?
Maybe, for everyone it's ordinary. But, for me, it's not.
I fell in love...
Not with just an ordinary guy... The HOTTEST guy I could ever know.
Why I fell in love with him?... This is the purpose of the story, isn't it? Well...
I'm not supposed to love him.
I'm not supposed to even meet him.
I'm not supposed to care.
I'm not supposed to live my life wishing he's there.
I'm not supposed to look, even stare.
But...
I just can't help but fall in love with him...
I thought I could resist him... Like what I'm trying to make everyone see...
I guess, I was wrong, then...
I can't do it... I can't force myself NOT to like him.
I'm just like those fan girls. Waiting for him to notice me... To see me... To smile at me...
To like me...
SASUKE UCHIHA, the evil lady-killer of Tokyo University.
He is pure evil. I just don't understand what those girls see in him. He's one of those rare, unique, adorable creations, designed for women-kind.
But only for those foolish girls who thinks he's so great…
Not for me, of course, because I'm too keen and observant unlike those die-hard fans of his.
Sasuke Uchiha may have the face of a Prince.
He's too handsome, fine.
He's rich, okay.
He's charming, whatever.
He's the Basketball team's Captain, yeah.
He may be the ultimate boy of every girls' dream.
He may look superbly adorable, he's fit, he's talented and everything you may call and tag him under the sun.
But he's just some plain, klutzy, gross… Major PLAYER.
And I superbly hate his kind. I just hate him. A lot.
I was thinking that he maybe dated half of the girls in our school, or maybe even more.
Okay… Maybe I was over-reacting.
But he's really a headache if I may say!
Oh, right. Why am I even talking about him when I haven't even introduced myself?!
I'm sorry about that.
I'm Hinata Hyuuga, a senior student taking up Bachelor of Science in Business and Accountancy major in Management Accounting.
Just this one more year and I'll be leaving college and would be going abroad to find a gainful job. Just one more year and I won't be seeing the evil guy of this university!
And one more thing… I won't be seeing my biggest crush…
I sighed as I scanned the whole lobby. I was sitting alone in the center table just good enough to catch a glimpse of the lady-killer and all of the people passing by. I rolled my eyes when I saw him smile and girls started approaching him. His God-forsaken eyes skimmed the girls around him and smirked at them.
Oh, isn't he just despicable. I rolled my eyes at the sight.
Then, I saw Gaara Sabaku behind him. He transferred this year. I don't know why. He's a model and he's the one of the most beautiful face in the world of modeling. I'm dead serious.
Anyway…
I was about to take my stand when I saw an interesting person who ALWAYS catch my eyes and attention.
It's none other than Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze.
He's my biggest crush, the guy of my dreams.
He is the epitome of sunshine and energy.
He has those gorgeous blue eyes, flawless skin, good height, cute cheeks, cool style, strong personality, charming appeal and incredibly handsome face.
And he's really super nice since I have had the opportunity to meet him once during our special report last semester and he's our group's chosen topic. He is one of the populars.
He simply keeps my heart beating.
He has the most wonderful, amazing, astonishing, gorgeous voice I have ever heard in my entire life! Even his laugh makes my soul relaxes whenever I hear him chuckle or talk with his friends or some random people who tries and presume a conversation with him.
But even though we had met once, he didn't really notice me, of course. I'm just a nobody. We have some common friends but he is still unreachable. I am just a simple student aiming to graduate from this university.
I just kept myself contented on seeing him; staring at him for a while and watching him perform on every event.