Some people say if you're quiet you're not living, you've got to be noisy, colorful, and cheerful. I wouldn't say that I am quiet; I just like to keep to myself.

I silently panic to myself as I watch the clock tick by. There's ten more minutes until my AP physics class is over and I need to leave as soon as possible because the grouchy bus driver isn't willing to wait for anyone even if they're a millisecond late. My school ID has gone missing and it's the only ticket I have to get on the bus home. I tried to focus on Kakashi-Sensei's lecture on kinetic energy in relativity but my mind was too occupied. The bell rings and I quickly gather my things and rush out the classroom.

Even as a child I was always exceptionally clumsy. When I was twelve, I finally got my first cell phone as a Christmas present, which I was begging for months on end. I literally lost it the next day. I couldn't even get rid of my training wheels until I was nine. I've had more stitches, broken bones, and concussions than I care to count.

As I'm frantically running through the hallways I stop by my locker and rummage through it for the millionth time desperately searching for the troublesome ID. I flip through the pages of my notebooks and textbooks.

"I know it's here somewhere," I whisper to myself.

Then, I hear a low, masculine voice casually enounce my name.

"Hinata Hyuuga"

I turn around and there my long lost ID is, right between his fingers.

"Hey," he says with a smirk," is this yours?"

My eyes widen at the sight of my ID card, following a sense of disbelief that it was actually found in time. My face lights up and all traces of apprehension disappear.

"Yes!" I say with enthusiastic relief as he hands it over. "I've been looking for this everywhere!"

He chuckled softly and flashed a confident smile. I then realize how psychotic I must have looked as I hectically searched through my locker.

"I found it on the cafeteria floor. It had ketchup all over it but I did the honors of cleaning it off." I had a feeling he was amused by this situation.

I look up and smile in an attempt to hide my embarrassment at the thought of a complete stranger dealing with my ketchup drenched belongings.

"I can't thank you enough; I can't get on the bus without it."

I notice that he's staring at me intently to the point of discomfort. Not that it's creepy; it's just something I'm not used to. I take a glance at my watch to hint out the fact that I should probably be leaving now. He clears his throat and presumptuously responds;

" I see you're in a hurry, but my parents are outta town this weekend and I'm throwing this party on Saturday. If you're free you can stop by. It's on Carter St. You'll know it when you see it."

Not thinking about his offer, all that's on my mind is catching the bus and getting home, I spew out "OK sure!" and wave as I power walk away.

I stood in front the big, yellow school bus labeled KONOHA PUBLIC SCHOOL DISTRICT tapping my foot as I wait for my best friend Sakura. I live to see the day when she actually gets to the bus before me.

Just as I start to hear the bus driver's impatient grumbling, I spot the overactive girl jogging towards me.

"Sorry I'm a little late I-"She manages to say between breaths.

"I think we're past the point where you need to explain to me every single day. Let's just get on the bus before the driver throws a fit."

We sit in the same exact spot of the bus every single day, third seat, right side. Sakura and I have been best friends since she moved out here in the 6th grade. Now in the 11th grade, we're inseparable.

"I think we should go get haircuts," Sakura declares.

"I just cut my hair a couple of months ago."

"Well I don't like going by myself so come with me," she says looking out the window. Sakura always sits next to the window.

"Fine. Let's go on Saturday before the party."

"What party?" Sakura asks puzzlingly looking back at me.

"Didn't you hear? Well this guy that found my ID invited me personally."

"Wait what guy? Who is he?"

I hesitated then I bluntly stated,"I don't know."

"You don't know? That is so you," she sighed. "Describe him for me."

"Well he had like dark black hair and pale white ski-"

"Are you talking about Sasuke Uchiha?"

"Umm… I guess so."

"Hinata, do not tell me you don't know who Sasuke Uchiha is."

"I don't know who Sasuke Uchiha is."

"He's really cool, smart, and not to mention-"

"Okay I don't think I really want to know anymore."

Sakura looked at me in disbelief. She sighed and leaned back into her seat.

"We are definitely going to that party," She says.

"Well if you really want to."

The bus stops and I realize that it's my spot to get off. I say goodbye to Sakura and a couple of other people before exiting the bus.

My Mom and Dad usually both work during the day. That leaves it just me and my little sister Hinata. She's usually already home by the time I get there. I open the door and there she is, playing her favorite videogame, Zelda.

"Shouldn't you be doing your homework?"

"All I have is a worksheet on compound predicates," She said matter-of-factly without taking her eyes of the screen.

I glared at her. "First work, then play. Get up right now or I'll pull the plug."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

She sighed. "Fine. At least let me find a saving place first." She was more like a little brother than a little sister.

Hanabi wasn't a bad little sister. In fact, we rarely had any problems with each other. Hanabi was an introvert. She spent most of her time on the internet or playing videogames and in the winter knitting scarves. She was a good student and didn't act like an annoying 14 year old girl like she was supposed to.

I went up to my room and changed into my pajamas and started my calculus homework. At this point, I couldn't really focus.

I had originally planned to completely ignore the fact that I was even invited to a party. I could admit that at times I acted socially awkward, but Sakura being hyper and eccentric, we completely neutralized each other.

I woke up early on Saturday morning to make Hanabi breakfast before I left. I told her she could invite some of the neighbor boys to play videogames with so she wouldn't have to be home alone. When I got to the living room, unsurprisingly, she was already awake, bursting into laughter every couple of minutes while browsing on her laptop.

"Hanabi what do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing, I'm on a diet."

"You're on a diet? Really?" I think Hanabi has the least willpower on earth. "Start your diet tomorrow, unless you didn't want me to leave you and your friends some money to order some pizza while I was gone."

"Diet officially starts tomorrow."

I laughed and proceeded to make some breakfast when I heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Said Hanabi while walking to the door.

"It's me!" I heard the familiar voice of my best friend say.

"I'm in the kitchen," I tell her.

Sakura plopped herself up onto the kitchen counter and decided to watch me scramble some eggs.

"I changed my mind Hinata, I don't wanna cut my hair anymore," she said while glancing down at her hair.

"And why's that?"

"I overheard a conversation between Naruto and Shikamaru last night and I heard he likes girls with long hair."

"Isn't Naruto like dating someone already?"

"Hey, I can dream."

"So what do you want to do today?"

"Just let me hang out here till the party. I brought some clothes with me."

When it hit 7:45 Sakura fetched her duffle bag full of clothes, jewelry, and makeup and started to get ready. I assumed I should start getting ready too. I wasn't really used to dressing up and going to parties or anything remotely similar. I pulled on my favorite baggy, red, sweatshirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I was just about to slip on my black converse when Sakura walked in and gave me an I-disapprove-death-glare.

"Are you seriously planning on wearing that to Sasuke Uchiha's party?"

"What? I look fine."

"Maybe for your standards."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Never mind. The point is, you are not wearing that. Hold on I'll pick something out for you."

Sakura tossed me a floral body-con dress with a criss-cross back and a pair of flats.

"I didn't even know I had this."

"Just put your hair down, I'll do your makeup."

At 8:45, a guy in Sakura World History class came to pick us up for the party. I pretended not to notice the flirty looks he'd been hinting at her the whole ride there.

Sasuke was right; I definitely knew the house when I got there. The street was packed with parked cars and people just arriving.

When I stepped out the car, I finally realized just how uncomfortable I was in this dress. It was shorter and tighter than what I was used to. I pulled my dress down and waited for Sakura so we could go in together.

Inside the house was extremely energetic and loud. The guest had already started dancing and getting way into each other's personal space.

I noticed a guy from my eleventh grade PE class walking towards me. His name was Kiba was extremely athletic and social. We were never exactly very close though.

"Hinata aren't you looking fine tonight," he slurred. I was guessing he was drunk.

I smiled politely. "Thank you."

He shifted closer to me. "You alone tonight?"

"No actually I'm here with my friend Sakura."

He rolled his eyes. "Why don't you just ditch her and come play with me and the other Cross Country guys."

I tried not to get too flustered. "No thanks. Sakura just went to get us something to drink. She'll be back right now."

He put his arm around me. This guy just didn't know when to give up. I didn't exactly know what to do in situations like these. I wasn't the type to cause scenes in front of people. I tried to slip away, but his grasp was too strong.

"Enjoying yourselves?" I heard a deep voice ask. I looked up to see Sasuke eyeing Kiba's arm.

"I was," I whisper to myself. Apparently it wasn't as low as I thought it was.

Sasuke leaned towards Kiba's ear and whispered something I couldn't quite catch. Kiba immediately let go of me, gave me a smirk, and returned to his friends.

Sasuke looked at me and smiled as if he we'd been alone the whole time.

"I'm glad you could make it," he smiled at me.

"Me too," I said awkwardly.

"You look great."

"Oh um thanks, you too."

"I never really did tell you my name did I? I'm Sasuke."

And then I replied the stupidest thing, "I know."

He started to laugh. I guess he picked up the fact that I had no experience with guys at all.

Just then Sakura had finally returned with the drinks. I took a cup from her.

"Oh hey Sakura, this is Sasuke, Sasuke this is Sakura."

Sakura gave a little wave.

I took a sip from my cup, and realized this was not root beer.

I leaned closer to Sakura, "What's in here?"

"Hmm.. Most likely beer."

"Why would you give this to me?" I scolded.

"Come on Hinata loosen up a bit. It's just a party."

I'm guessing Sasuke was having a blast overhearing our conversation because he was cracking up.

I'm not one to usually fall under peer pressure, but I decided just for once, I would have a little fun. I took another sip of the beer. When I first tasted it, it was bitter and tasted horrible, but as I kept drinking I wanted more and more.

When I woke up the next morning I had a killer headache. And that's when I realized I had no idea where I was. I had been asleep on a king sized bed.

When I looked down all I had on was a pair of panties. My dress was on the floor next to me.

I got out of bed and picked up my bra. As I hastily tried to get it on, Sasuke Uchiha got up from under the sheets, right next to where I had been sleeping, with my pink lipstick all over his body. I froze.

And while staring at me half-naked, with a mischievous smile, he went on to say, "Morning, beautiful."