Hinata sighed and took another sip of her Mango and Iced Tea Arizona. It took her 3 hours to finish her little sister's term paper, and not even a 'thank you.'
What a bitch.
The younger of the two took off before the ink could even dry. 'If I wasn't so nice..,' then it hit her. 'What if I wasn't so nice?'
She bowed her head out of habit. 'Dammit,' she cursed herself, 'I did it again.' "Oy, Hinata!" A certain brunet trotted his way over to our heroine after witnessing her embarrassing (and might I add, shameful) encounter with none other than Sasuke Uchiha. "You have to pick your head up when you walk, or next time coffee won't be the only thing splattered on the floor." Kiba chuckled at his own bad joke. "Kiba..it's not fair. Why do I let people walk on me? I mean..," Hinata started, as she choked back tears, "How can I be...less nice?" The five-foot-five male took the five-foot-two female's hand in his, and gave her his warmest smile.
"I have so much to teach you."
This was it. Today was the day. Today she would do it. Today.
Hinata found her target, took aim, and...shyly walked up behind him. 'Breath. Breath. In. Out. In. Out. In.' "H-hey!" Her voice cracked, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. Not today. "Hey, b-b-bitch!" The victim didn't seem to notice her at all. "I-I said, 'Hey, b-bitch!'"
He looked left. Then right. Then left again. "Are you talking to me?"
She knew that raspy voice anywhere. That excited, almost feminine sounding voice that had this special pitch she could detect from here to the other end of the world. That voice that made all the other voices disappear, all the other faces disappear.
But not this time. She felt every eye on her, every whisper talking about her, every finger pointing at her. 'Dear, lord, just kill me now.'
"Aye, Naruto. Is she talking to you?"