Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Sasuke and Hinata would end up together and life would be unicorns and rainbows.
This new fanfic I just made is romance and humor but there's not that much humor in the first chapter because it's pretty much an introduction to the story :Y the second chapter will be better as soon as I write it lol
Hinata gulped.
Temari patted the shorter girl's back, "Thanks for being there in our time of need. I really appreciate it. We all do,"
Temari let out a sigh of relief, "You don't know how much you're helping me out by being the boys basketball manager."
Hinata shook her head, "Don't worry about it."
Temari needn't worry about it.
Not in the slightest bit.
Hinata, on the other hand, was inevitably screwed.
She had volunteered to be the boys basketball team manager.
And by 'volunteered', I mean being guilt tripped by the conniving cheerleader captain who asked her 717226728 times.
What was going she to do? She couldn't back out of it now.
I know what you're thinking. Being able to manage the hottest boys in Konoha, and see them five days out the every week as they sweat and pour water straight out of their water bottles onto their glistening, toned sex god mmm-mmm-mmm-good bodies sounds like heaven on earth right?
Wrong.
Not when the team captain is the guy from your history class who glares daggers of hatred into your head who also happens, strangely enough, to be your secret crush.
Hinata sighed as Temari led her to the school gymnasium. She walked through one of the double doors with Hinata. She led the shy bluenette to the bleachers and handed her the manager's necessities.
"Where are the team players and the r-rest of the cheer leading squad?"
"They'll be here soon, I mean class just ended five minutes ago."
She shoved a big clipboard with numerous papers attached into Hinata's hands, "As the team manager you have to follow everything on this list. Attendance, uniform count, drills, first aid maintenance, improvement charts, player evaluation etcetera, etcetera. The black door over there leads to the supply closet and the red door next to is where we usually hang out to tell of important announcements and such. At the end of the gym, there's two red doors. One's for the girls' locker room and the other is for the boys' locker room. Some idiot peeled off the stickers that indicate which is which so remember-"
The loud noise of the double doors cut her off, indicating the arrival of the others. Hinata clutched the clipboard closer to her (very large) chest.
The rest of Temari's squad came in with their necessities in hand, all in differentiating conversations with each other. They greeted Temari and the timid girl behind her.
"Get into the locker rooms and change fast. I have someone I want to introduce."
The girls quickly faded into one of the red doors, "As I was saying-"
The doors slammed open once again revealing hot sex gods with backpacks slung from their muscular shoulders.
Not that Hinata was staring.
(She was totally staring.)
Not at all of them though, just a certain one who was currently bickering with the boy she recognized as Naruto.
"Naruto, does it look like I care that Ichiraku's got a brand new kind of ramen topping because if so-" Sasuke's breath hitched in his throat as he realized Hinata was here.
He muted out Naruto's ramblings on how about there was not only a new ramen topping but also thicker chopsticks. His attention was completely directed to the blushing girl next to Temari.
"Shut up! Especially you Naruto."
"He-"
"Hit the locker rooms, get changed and get back here pronto."
Sasuke turned his gaze away from Hinata and quickly headed to the boys' locker room, hoping to get more time to stare at the bluenette.
Stalker.
He quickly entered with the rest of the team in tow. Temari turned around to the girl who had her eyes glued onto the floor.
"I know you just moved here but I'm sure you'll recognize some of them. I'll be right back. I need to change into my uniform.", the cheer leading captain left the new manager awkwardly standing in the gymnasium.
Two and a half minutes later, Sasuke pushed open the door of the boys' locker room. He looked left and right and then left again to find Hinata in the middle of the large basketball court.
He took a deep breath in and nonchalantly walked up to her as if his heart didn't feel as if it would burst out of his chest any second now.
Which it currently did.
He marched up to her and halfway, he decided against it. He made a motion as if he was going to walk up to her then shook his head and remained still.
This repeated several times before he finally decided to talk to her but was stopped by Naruto.
That bastard and his bastardous timing.
That wasn't even a real word but at the moment, Sasuke did not care.
Naruto gave him a look that questioned him about his sudden rush to put on his uniform but Sasuke merely crossed his arms against his chest. He sat down on the bleachers, staring at Hinata from the corner of his eye. Naruto ignored Sasuke and his usual 'hn' atmosphere. He walked up to an unsuspecting Hinata and gave her one of those Uzumaki famous grins.
When Hinata felt a slight tap on her shoulder, a big part of her hoped it would be Sasuke whose hand that belonged to but nooooOOOOOOO.
Nothing ever goes the way Hinata wants it to.
She shyly smiled back at him, "Hello."
"You're Hinata, right?"
She gave him a slight nod and looked past his shoulder to see a glaring Sasuke.
Yup.
She knew exactly what was going on.
The boy had surely hated her!
Nevermind, she knew nothing.
Naruto playfully put his arm loosely around her shoulder, "Well, I'm Naruto. Did you know that Ichiraku's ramen shop-"
Hinata tuned the rest of his sentence out, seeing as she really could care less about 5% larger sized chopsticks. She pretended to pay attention and hoped that the rest of the team and squad would be finished soon or that Sasuke would march up to them then pry Naruto's hands off her seeing her discomfort.
She was waiting for both. Mostly the latter.
But she knew she shouldn't get her hopes up. Not when he was in a committed relationship with one of the most beautiful girls in Konoha High.
Soon enough the boys were finished putting on their black uniforms and so were the girls.
Everyone besides Temari sat down on the bleachers. Temari walked up to Hinata and whistled loud enough to get everyone's attention.
"Listen up! Two months ago Tayuya moved and we were left with no one to manage us. We got a new student here in Konoha High and she offered to replace Tayuya for the time being," Temari pointed to Hinata,"This is our new manager, Hinata."
Offered? She practically begged her!
The gymnasium broke out in slight greetings and introductions.
"I'm Ino, that's Matsuri, Sakura, Karin and Tenten. Nice to meet you!", said a blonde who pointed to each cheerleader.
"I'm Choji."
"Sai."
"Naruto!"
"The name of this youthful youth is Lee!"
"Shikamaru."
"Gaara."
"Kiba. Hey."
"That's Sasori, Deidara, and I'm Suigetsu."
Everyone looked at Sasuke expectantly. He had a colder stare than usual plastered on that beautiful face of his.
He grit his teeth together.
"And that's Sasuke! Don't mind him. He's always a grumpy emo.", said the blonde girl with a ponytail who currently held the position of being 'Uchiha's girl'.
A position Hinata oh so very much craved for.
Hinata simply nodded, "Hi. I-it's nice to meet you all."
Temari clapped her hands together, "Alright. Time for some drills."
The boys came down from the bleachers and began to get in a line. Temari gave Hinata some instructions before heading towards the cheer leading area.
The majority of the line fell in a pregnant silence besides the few murmurs that were passed by Sasuke and Naruto.
Naruto leaned closer to Sasuke's shoulder, "Pssst, Sasuke?"
"What?"
"Don't you think Hinata has such a nice pair of-"
Sasuke turned to face him, "Finish that sentence and I'm going to slit your throat, shove a basketball up your ass, and then feed your severed limbs to Kiba's dog. Then I'm going feed the mutt to Choji."
Such a lovely boy, isn't he?
Naruto quickly zipped his mouth as Hinata tried to arrange her sentence.
"Um... Temari wants you guys to run back and forth from this line to the opposing wall of the gymnasium for about 30 times."
She blew her whistle and the boys went flying. She managed to pry her eyes off the running figure that belonged to the youngest Uchiha, and looked around, noticing that the basketballs were probably still in the supply closet.
She quickly faded from sight as she went inside the open supply closet. She found a big basket with wheels holding the inflated basketballs. She was about to pull it out to the gym area when she heard the door close.
Please-let-it-be-what's-not-Sasuke-face, Please-let-it-be-what's-not-Sasuke-face,Please-let-it-be-what's-not-Sasuke-face.
PLEASE.
She slowly turned around, hoping that it would be anyone but Sasuke.
But then again, since when does Hinata have good luck?
She fully turned around.
Oh. That's right. Never.
"S-Sasuke?"
He leaned against one of the shelves and sent her an unintentional glare.
"What are you doing here? You have to do thirty drills."
He slowly walked up to her, "If my memory serves me correct, which it does, you said 'about' thirty runs."
Hinata gulped.
"I did 'about' thirty drills."
Liar.
Two drills is not even 'close' to thirty drills.
Hinata raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Really?"
He smirked at her adorable gullibility, "No."
Her face fell and she felt as if he was making a fool out of her, "W-well, what do you want?"
He wants her to go on her tippy toes, throw her arms around his frame and press her plump lips to his.
How the hell was he going to phrase that?
Oh.
That's right.
He wasn't.
"Quit."
I know what you're thinking. Being able to get taken care of by such a beautiful girl and see them five days out the every week as they stutter and give you sweet smiles that melt your knees every now and then and make your heart beat violently out of your chest, sounds like heaven on earth right?
Wrong.
Not when the majority of his teammates were potential candidates for the boyfriend position of being the only girl he'd ever liked before (A position that he was dying to take) and seeing how badly her being around affected his game play.
"Quit?! I just started," she said as she gave him an incredulous look.
"And you're just ending. I want you to quit."
Hinata felt sudden anger start to boil inside of her, "And if I don't?"
Sasuke licked his lips and took a slight glance at Hinata's tempting lips, "Quit or else I'll make your occupation here a living hell."
That sounded less threatening in his head.
Hinata felt tears start to form at the bottom of her eyes.
Way less threatening.
Sasuke shook his head in denial, "Let me rephrase that, I-"
Hinata wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her jacket.
She looked him in the eyes, "I don't care how much you hate me. I am going to do this whether you want me to or not."
Hinata grabbed the pull on the large basket and began to haul her way to the door; hoping her watery eyes wouldn't admit surrender under his gaze.
"I don't hate you!"
Hinata stopped and turned around with slight hope in her eyes, "Then why don't you want me to b-be the team manager?"
Sasuke gulped.
Should he tell her a lie and make the only girl that he's ever actually had feelings for cry? Or should he man up and tell her that it's because he doesn't want her around such hormonal-desperate-for-love-boob-staring-ramen-eating-fellow-potential-competitors-for-her-love?
"I really hate you."
ERRRRR. Wrong choice.
You fucking idiot.
Hinata swallowed the non-existent lump in her throat, managing to control the waterworks that melted his knees, and began hauling the basketballs away.
"That's what I thought."
As soon as she closed the door, Sasuke walked up to one of the supply closet sulking.
He let out a frustrated scream.
A 'manly' one that did not at all suggest the upcoming waterworks that were approaching from his eyes.
How the hell was he going to make her fall for him when she was surrounded by so many different options, ensure that everyone kept their hands off her, and go to championships once again this year?
Damn it.
He began to hit his head off of the wall.
Repeatedly.
This was going to be one hell of a basketball season.