This unbeta-ed or whatever it is called. You get it, right?
Chapter 1:
He had always been there. She had seen him when no one else did, but never talked to him, never had the courage to talk to him.
This boy, Naruto, she had learned after a while. He was always alone. Even when he was with the others, he was alone. No one really wanted to talk to him or be seen with him. Why? She didn't know. He seemed great. He had a beautiful smile, a beautiful laugh and six beautiful stripes on his cheeks. She knew that, she had counted.
When she had first seen him, he had been with Iruka. Iruka had been the man who he lived with. His parents had died in a traffic accident. Everyone knew that. Her parents had talked about it. Anyhow, the first time she saw him. He had smiled and laughed. Everything told her to talk to him, but sadly. She was to shy and to afraid to say anything. What if she said something wrong and ruined everything? What if he never wanted to see her again? It was dumb, but still…
Even though she never talked to him, she was happy when they ended up in the same class every year. It made her feel warm. Watching the back of his head in class, weird, wasn't it? His yellow, spiky hair, always a mess, it was nice.
As they got older, she stayed there in the shadows, watching.
She looked down at her book. They were in math. Algebra. They were doing algebra. She shook her head. She had to focus on the math and keep her grades up. Her dad had been stern with her the last time she came home with B. He had held this long speech about getting an education. Education, education, taking over the family business and so on, into a weird cycle, the Hyuga firm was her dad's life. When her mother had lived, her mother had been the most important person in her dad's life and theirs. Now it was like her mother living, her mother dying, her mother's voice, and in all her mother, was just a lost memory of better times.
She hated it.
She missed her. She missed mom. She missed her dad.
The bell rung and the others started packing. Hinata did the same and swung her bag over her shoulder.
"Hyuga, may speak with you?" Iruka, her teacher asked from where he stood behind his desk gathering his papers. She nodded. When everyone had gone out, she went up to him.
He smiled at her and sighed. His smile disappeared and got replaced by a worried frown. "Is there something bothering you?"
What? She looked at him, but then back down at her shoes. "No, sir." It was awkward. Uncomfortably awkward, so that she noticed it. It crept unto her. Had she said something wrong? No, not again.
"Well, if there is something you want to talk about. Please, come to one of us, teachers. If it's about your friends, fami-"
"No, it's fine!" She exclaimed, but then shut her mouth at once. No, she had spoken to loud. Her voice still rang in her ears, like an alarm clock, constantly reminding her of how she had to think before speaking. "I mean…I mean, I'm sorry sir. I'm totally fine, sir. It's just a bit of stress." She reassured him and waved her hands in defense as she bowed up and down. It was awkward again.
"As long as nothing is wrong." Iruka said smiling awkwardly. He glanced down at his desk, looking for a new subject to talk about. He debated with himself for a couple of seconds if he would dismiss her yet. Or so it looked like. Hinata noticed details about people-It wasn't the biggest talent. She was just good at reading people, but not using it to her own advantage.
"Have you joined a club yet?" Iruka asked confidently; as if he had found the perfect subject to speak about. "Or are you staying in the same group?"
Last year she had joined the official book club. It had only been her and Shino from class C. The club had been nice. They had sat there reading for an hour or two before going home. Not much talking. She liked it. It was quiet. Sometimes she would speak, but Shino was a quiet guy. With surprisingly, a noisy friend, Kiba. They had talked, or he had talked. A lot. Still, it was nice having someone talking sometimes. Even though she didn't participate much, it was fun. Being the quiet girl didn't mean she didn't like other people speaking to her.
"I'm still in the book club, sir." She said.
"Good…good." Iruka said and looked at his watch. "Better get to it then. Sorry for holding you."
"No problem sir."
The book club's HQ was in the library. It wasn't the biggest library. It only had a couple of shelves with books. It had great books, like The witches by Roald Dahl. She loved children's book. They always had this moral which no other type of books had.
She closed the door to the library behind herself and looked around. Shino sat by the window. He was in the middle of a book about bugs. She remembered Kiba telling her about his, Shino's, interest in bugs. Also, a bit about how he, Kiba, thought it was weird and a bit disturbing but also that dogs were much, much better. Like his dog, Akamaru.
She went up to him and sat down at the chair closest to the window, on the other side of Shino. "Hey, Shino."
He nodded and continued his reading.
As quietly as he could, she lay her bag down at the small table and opened the bag and took out her book Looking for Alaska by John Green. It wasn't the best book she had ever read, but it was good. Some ways, the characters seemed more interesting than her.
There they sat for half an hour, until someone else came into the room. With loud noises and laughter, he came. It made her heart beat faster. It was him. She turned to the door. First a pair of old shoes, then a blue pant leg, then an orange hoddie and so, a smiling face.
His smiled disappeared when he entered the room, so it was only him. Alone, as ever.
He shuffled over to the table beside her and Shino's. Hinata looked away and back down into her book. It didn't make her notice him less.
The sound of his bag landing on the table sounded like a drum being hit on, hard. Was she the only one who noticed? She glanced over at Shino who seemed to be in his own bugged filled universe. It must be nice having that ability, to close everything out and focus only on one thing. Sometimes she wished that she also could do that. Like, at home, when her father had guests.
Naruto sighed loudly and groaned.
She looked over at him and met two, big, blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked away and back down in her book.
"Hinata, help me, please." He said.
What? She looked at him. Her cheeks flushed bright red. He knew her name? Of course he knew her name. They always had them call their names in all of their classes.
"Yes." Her voice was dry. It was awkward again. Right? She had just made it awkward, again!
"You're good at History, right? Can you help me, pleeeease?" He said, dragging his voice with him as he spoke.
He wanted her help? He wanted her help.
"Please? You always get good grades. Please, Hinata!" Naruto begged, rather loudly. Someone hushed him. He looked unamused in the direction of the hush. It made her giggle.
He glanced over at her. His cheeks flushed bright red. "Please, help me. Iruka will kill me if I don't get a good grade on the next test." He whispered.
She nodded. Yes, she would love to help. She would love to. "Okay." She stammered, awkwardly. It was awkward. Or was it? His eyes lightened up and he smiled wide. That beautiful smile.
"Thank you so much, you're an angel."