a - muheffin - n !: so. first chapter. of the rewrite. y'all were waiting. me too sis.
to guest in the comments complaining about my shameless self promotion. i don't have billboard money. i did title the chapter as the a/n. idk. here is your actual update.
warning sign: there is going to be fornication, fashionistas, and other stuff.
all we seem to do is talk about sex
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she can't be what you need if she's 17
they're just girls
they're just girls
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"Sasuke's staring at you again," Sakura giggles, staring at the aforementioned man while twisting her pink hair around her finger and biting her lip. Hinata spares her a glance before turning back to her salad.
She can feel Sasuke Uchiha's potent leer focused on her, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She spares Sakura another look and finds her chest heaving in repressed lust while gazing at Sasuke, cleavage barred in an extremely low cut top. Hinata goes back to picking at her salad in disgust.
"Isn't he like - forty?" she asks in her soft voice, feeling his salacious intent digging into the side of her face.
"Hinata! He's only 24!" Sakura replies, frowning at her.
"Are you sure?" Hinata raises her eyebrows in confusion. "He looks forty to me," she slides her gaze to him before quickly returning it to her salad. Dark hair, unhealthily pale, constantly unbuttoned blouses, never ending lewd stare. He definitely looks like a predator but if she mentions that Sakura would probably have a fit.
"No way! I totally confirmed he's 24. It says so on his ID," Sakura releases and wanton sigh and picks up her slice of greasy pizza, taking huge bites while staring forlornly at the dark haired male tables away. All Hinata can focus on is how she manages to eat so much while still remaining thin. And how she chews with her mouth slightly open. She turns her pale gaze back to her bowl, placing her fork down and taking sips from her bottle of water.
"What happened to Kabuto? I didn't think he would ever leave his job."
Sakura focuses her green eyes on Hinata, leaning in to share the bit of information she most likely got from Ino. "Well, they say he got transferred to some boarding school in Oto," she flicks her gaze from left to right before lowering her voice slightly. "But others are saying he was murdered."
Hinata blinks slowly at her, face scrunched up in disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
"Dead ass, Hinata. Apparently he messed with the mob and bam! Iced. That, or all his high key experiments attracted the government and they merced him. Personally I'd have to agree with the second one. He always kept raving about the chemicals in the water turning the frogs gay and all the fluoridated water lowering our IQ points and all the chem trails." She leans back, crossing her slightly muscular arms and frowning.
Hinata makes a sound of disbelief while her pink haired friend adjusts her red top, straightening and flipping her hair when she notices Sasuke staring again.
"I, for one, have no problem with it. I'd take Sasuke over Kabuto any day. Look at his lips," she bites hers again, "what I would give to sit on his face."
Hinata blushes and stands, adjusting her coral miniskirt and flounces off, throwing her half eaten salad away.
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"I heard he made a woman come for five hours straight. Just by penetration," Ino says, whispering to Hinata in History while making bedroom eyes at Sasuke, who is going on about warfare during world war two with a crazy glint in his eyes. Hinata pauses and puts her Princess Tutu pencil down, face flushing brightly. She trains her pale gaze on the blonde in disbelief.
"What?"
"It's true," Ino nods conspiratorially. "I heard the account first hand from Karin who heard it from her friend Suigetsu who heard it from some guy in a bar. Apparently his dick game is so good he gave her convulsions." She pouts her red lips. "I wouldn't mind an IV if he let me hop on that."
Hinata is still, mouth slightly parted in shock, cheeks burning. She doesn't want to hear about Sasuke Uchiha's unrealistic sex escapades or his concussion dick. The thought of the dark haired predator nauseates her slightly. Ino is still attempting to communicate her desire for him through her lascivious facial expressions, all pretences of paying attention to anything he's saying forgotten.
"Why would you tell me that? Why would I want to know about his disco stick?"
Ino finally turns her blue gaze to Hinata, incredulous. "Why not? Who wouldn't want to know about Sasuke's dick? I also heard its a masterpiece - a fucking Michelangelo, Hinata!"
Hinata runs her eyes over Ino, taking in her tasteless low cut crop top and matching purple pencil skirt, then to the barely used used notebook on her desk. Ino is one of the prettiest girls at school but Hinata figures her learning difficulties balance it out. Keeps her humble and all that.
"I didn't know you know who Michelangelo is, Ino, that's amazing," she smiles cutely, blush still on her cheeks. "But haven't you seen David's willy? It's not all that impressive." She pulls out her iPhone, showing the blonde the statue. Ino's eyes widen and she grips the phone, zooming in.
"David is fucking hot, Hinata! Just like Sasuke. I mean, substitute the small dick with one ten times bigger, and they'll look exactly alike."
Hinata scrutinises the TA. "Mmm. I don't really see it, Ino." She takes her phone back from the blonde and picks up her pencil, going back to taking notes.
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When Hinata retreats the the loo, all she wants to do is be in an environment free from any mention of the predator who keeps staring at her ass. She turns her body slightly, peering at her derriere in the mirror. It does look exceptional in her coral miniskirt, the lighting in the bathroom complimenting her features. She adjusts her cropped black and white gingham top, tossing her carefully curled hair over her shoulder and smoothing her bangs down. Karin enters as she's reapplying a coat of her peach lipstick, hair an unkempt mess as usual. Hinata feels like recommending products for the frizz - helping those in need and all - but she just smiles pleasantly.
"Have you seen Sasuke?" Karin asks, and Hinata holds back the twitch in her eye.
"Yes, I have History and Literature with him," she replies, sparing the redhead an indifferent glance.
Karin fiddles with her glasses, leaning into Hinata's space. Oh no.
"I heard his dick is fucking huge. He has to strap it to his thigh huge. I wish I could have a go with that python. You know he left a woman comatose after one round? Like, he left her convulsing, eyes rolling into her head. I'm made of tougher stuff, you know, I'd probably last a few more rounds."
Hinata faces her with a concerned expression, furrowing her groomed brows. "Has your chlamydia cleared, then? Would you be able to endure it?"
Karin flushes red in embarrassment, clashing with her bright hair.
"And isn't he forty?" Hinata continues, turning back to the mirror to scrutinise her mascara.
"No way! I looked into his files and hes definitely 24."
She's awarded with Hinata raising her eyebrows at her. "Isn't that illegal?"
"Nothing is illegal when it comes to love! If he choked me with that dick it would be eternal devotion," the redhead sighs wistfully, cupping her flushed cheeks in her hands and blinking repeatedly. "He and I are meant to be. Forever. I will eventually adjust to his dick so he won't need anyone else."
"Ew, Karin!" Hinata blushes in annoyance, shaking her head. "I'm tired of hearing about Sasuke's hentai penis," she whispers the last part, blush spreading down to her generous chest. "He's only been here since Monday. It hasn't even been a week!" She stomps a pink platform sneaker clad foot, clutching the hem of her skirt.
Karin snaps out of her wet daydream, shooting the blushing girl a lecherous grin.
"Don't tell me you wouldn't want to sit on his face."
Hinata is incredulous, mouth agape.
"He looks like a psychopathic male model, Karin! Have you ever seen him blink? I, for sure, have not."
"If he's a psychopath he's welcome to murder my pussy," she replies, fiddling with a red curl. Hinata shakes her head, palms pressing over her ears.
"I don't want to hear about your depravity!" she whines, fleeing the bathroom.
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Leaving school is the highlight of Hinata's day. She yearns for the solitude of her near empty mansion, her sister packed off to boarding school in Europe and her father somewhere with his most recent wife, leaving her to her own devices.
After the day she's had, she spends half an hour in the shower, scrubbing and buffing her skin free of the lechery of her promiscuous classmates, emerging from the steam like Venus emerged from sea foam, standing on her seashell mat in front of her bathroom mirror. She blow-dries her hair to voluminous perfection and puts on her cream silk teddy.
Settled on the white sofa in the living room, washing down her xanax with moscato, she pokes at her bowl of fruit salad and tries to pay attention to the horror movie playing on the telly. Her phone rings, Sakura calling - Hinata ignores it, watching Freddy chase a girl down an alley. Sakura calls again and she answers.
"Oh, hi Sakura. Sorry, I was in the bathroom."
"That's okay but Hinata! You'll never believe what happened today!"
Hinata chews a slice of apple, making a noise of interest.
"So, like, I was walking down the hallway, right, and then Sasuke approached me! I was like ohmygosh ohmygosh, does he want to make a baby? Our baby would be sooo cute. It would have Sasuke's hair, my eyes, Sasuke's forehead, Sasuke's lips, Sasuke's ears. If its a boy we'll name him Adam and if its a girl we'll name her Salad," she regales.
"Salad?" Hinata questions, "that's a... quaint name. Very fitting. It's cute, Sakura!"
"I know, right? So - back to my story. I'm pushing up my tits, highlighting my assets, and he stops in front of me. His voice. I was about to faint! Then he's like 'Petunia, right?' I excused his mistake, you know, he can call me whatever he wants in bed. Then he's like 'well, who's your friend? The one with the great ass, really shiny hair, anime tits?' I think he meant you, because Ino-pig definitely doesn't have a great ass. So i'm like Hinata? And he's like yeah, her, then he asked for your number. At first I was like why doesn't he want my number? But then I realised no Sakura, help Hinata, or she'll die a cute virgin, never having know the touch of a real man! So i gave him your number! And he winked at me! I think I came Hinata!" She lets out another dramatic sigh.
"Pardon?"
"Pay attention, Hinata! Like I was saying, I gave him your number. Of course, I had to give him his ID back, too, and he was like 'oh, i was looking for this, where did you find it?' and i had to think on my feet. I can't tell him I took it from his wallet! So I said I found it in the loo and he looked a bit confused, probably wondering why it was in the girls' bathroom but I stuck with it. Perseverance. I guess he was like yeah okay and he left."
"You gave him my number?"
"Yes, Hinata! Focus! Ugh, his ass is so firm. I hated to see him go, but I loved to watch him leave."
Hinata takes a large gulp of her wine, frowning.
"Why did he want my number?"
"I don't know. Probably wants to shag you. A deep dicking."
"Ewwww," Hinata squeals, face flushing pink.
Sakura laughs boisterously, "You're so cute, Hinata! You better tell me everything he says, okay?" with an affirmative sound from Hinata, she makes a kissy noise goodbye, leaving the flustered Hyuuga to overthink.
Later that night, she receives a text from an unknown number.
hey, this is Hinata, right? got your number from your friend tulip.
sasuke x
She hits the block button immediately, shivering as she imagines his corrupt intentions.