Inevitable Reality

Uchiha Sasuke noticed a folded piece of paper fly from across the room land on his desk. He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Did people really not have the guts to just confront a person directly anymore? Was verbal communication no longer necessary in this modern age? He's had one too many situations in which girls would find strange ways to confess and this method was honestly the most pathetic.

He could care less, really. Because realistically, he didn't need a girlfriend. Sure, he looked at girls, but that was to the extent of it all. That's how the mind of the sixteen year old boy worked. No one was catching his eye as of now, and he'll be damned if it ever happened.

Because he didn't care.

He didn't need some girl accusing him of cheating because of the rest of the wild fangirls who constantly harassed him to the point where even a restraining order didn't hold them all back. He didn't need to spend his money on a girl who could pay for themselves; he was no gentlemen, and he wasn't going to change his persona for a girl. He wasn't going to go out of his way and change himself for the sake pleasing the opposite sex.

Hell to the fuck no was that going to happen.

Overall, Sasuke could admit defeat on the one thing he never understood: women. None of it made sense to him and he was not going to pretend he was an expert. It was just easier to avoid girls in every sense of the word.

Refusing to open the note that was clearly for him considering how it was in pink Sharpie and his name was written rather sloppy with a heart at the end, he flicked it so that it fell on the floor. He could've sworn he heard a girl sniffle behind him, but chose to not react to it. He didn't care.

From what he noticed—because he had virtually no experience in the field—girlfriends were usually considered prizes amongst the guys he was constantly surrounded by. Though not all of the boys did this, it was fairly common.

"Oh, how'd it go with Ino?"

"Not far, her dad caught me in the middle of taking off her shirt." Nara Shikamaru had shrugged. "It wasn't worth the effort anymore, troublesome. She dumped me because I didn't announce my undying love for her to her dad about how much she meant to me." The lazy student chuckled a bit at the end. Truthfully, Shikamaru actually respected her. But his laziness is what stopped him from having anything worthwhile.

Chouji whistled, while chewing on his chips. "At least you can proud fully say you dated her! She ignores my calls." He sighed sadly, but that died in a span of ten seconds as he resumed eating his chips with a smile on his face.

Sasuke not only felt uncomfortable, but also annoyed at how loud the guys in front of him were speaking on terms of sexual activities. In fact, the idea of ever having to go past kissing a girl frightened the teen a bit. Sure, he could call girls attractive, but that didn't mean he thought of getting into their pants. No sir, there was more to life than having to engage in activities, especially at such a young age.

Sasuke generally found no arousal or interest in sex. Though he was rather clueless (minus the basics) about the action, it just didn't have any appeal. He wouldn't go as far as to say he was asexual, but just…inexperienced. Granted, if he really wanted an easy hook up he could have just opened that love note. For Sasuke, sex was always offered on the table. He just didn't find the need to act on it because he didn't have one to begin with.

Unfortunately, the girls at his school didn't get that through their thick skulls. It was practically harassment what he received on his end from them, but half of the time he's told to be grateful girls like him despite his sour attitude. It bothered him but he was, unfortunately, accustomed to it.

"Hey, Sasuke," Naruto called next to him, poking him on his arm. Annoyed, the dark-haired boy turned to him, clearly with an irritated facial expression that was composed of a frown and an arched brow.

"What?"

"Are you going to Sakura's party?"

"No." He didn't need to be surrounded by intoxicated idiots. He wasn't a huge fan of alcohol, either. Why couldn't the people who declared him as a friend (although the majority of the time the feelings weren't mutual) act their age and not irresponsible? It actually sickened him how far over privileged kids went for a good time.

"But Teme! You promised!" Naruto pleaded, leaning in so far in his seat that his elbows were on the Uchiha's desk.

"When did I say such a thing?" He muttered to himself, rubbing his temples. He didn't need this. He didn't deserve this. He had always wondered if highschoolers ever just hung out in a basement and listened to music and just talked until three in the morning like they do in those seemingly realistic movies he'd come across on Netflix.

Because really, did he want to come back home so late smelling of marijuana, alcohol, and sweat of girls grinding up against him? Not really. It was bad that one of them was extremely unappealing, but to smell of the three combined? The thought made his stomach churn. It wasn't like his family would personally punish him should he decide to do either, in fact they encouraged him to be rebellious.

But he just didn't understand the appeal to anything anymore.

"Just, please go! Please!" The blond whined. "You don't have to drink, I know you don't like it, just go, Sakura said she'd kiss me if you did!" He pouted, his hands out and everything, practically begging on his knees while somehow sitting in his seat, although completely leaned out of its reach.

"Fine." Whatever got the idiot to shut up. "But you owe me."

"Sure, sure, just as long as you by there by nine tonight at her place!" He grinned. Sasuke felt like slapping himself. His Friday night was being wasted at Haruno Sakura's home. Great. And it wasn't like she was bad; she was intelligent…somewhat, decent to look at, kind, and all and all, a great girl, but she was just so controlling.

To use Naruto to get him to go to her lame party was an example in itself. Not to mention how she always claimed she was in love with him, which not only pissed him off (because she really wasn't), but also because she tried way too hard to gain his attention, which she would never, ever succeed into doing so. He cared for her, yes, but as a friend only. She made him feel obligated to give her attention and that honestly was fucked up.

Yes, he was so looking forward to his Friday night of peace and quiet ruined and replaced with loud music and seeing teens making out on tables and hallways. Truly excited.

Sasuke sighed. This is going to blow.

By excited, he meant dreadful.

Arriving at her huge mansion—well, it wasn't as big as his family's was—with an animate Naruto talking the entire drive there, he felt the need to try to control his anger and prevent himself from beating the shit out of his best friend for being so annoying. Still, he was his best friend, so he decided against it. And if it meant going so that he'd get a chance to not only find happiness in the girl he's loved since they were kids, but as well as getting Sakura to stop obsessing over him, then simply walking around a party was worth it.

Walking through the doors in only a brick red pull over and some black loose jeans, he wandered about to find a comfort zone as the blond boldly made his way to be the center of attention amongst the teens towards Sakura to regain his kiss for bringing the Uchiha who clearly didn't want to be here. Walking up the stairs and over either passed out drunk teens or just girls giving guys free shows, he snuck his way into a seemingly empty and obscure room from the loudness of the music.

Unfortunately, the music was still blasting, and the walls could only prevent so much.

He tripped over someone and cursed rather loudly. "Shit."

He heard the person wince under him and he widened his eyes slightly, fixating them on who the hell was on the floor for him to not notice in the first place. She was pretty pale, he noticed, maybe paler than him. The lightness from the moon inflicted light into the room, but only slightly. Her hair was a violet-indigo dark, long past her elbows, and she had uneven bangs that hovered over her huge, white eyes.

He was sure he'd seen a pair of them around school at least some point, but couldn't pinpoint it out.

Whatever, why would it matter? The girl caused him to fall. Instead of wandering who the hell she was, he should be angry. "Why the hell were you on the floor?" He demanded. Here, he was searching for some peace and quiet. He was initially planning on just sticking around alone in the room and read a book on one of the tall shelves or something for an hour and then heading out. Because parties weren't his scene.

But any plans of being in solitude were foiled by nothing but the female species. Girls were just on another level of stupid in his book. He hated how annoyingly spiteful they were. And this girl, a girl who was clearly nervous and startled, was just making onto his list of people he disliked. Moreover, it wasn't even because of the fact he tripped over her and was now knelt on top of her, but because she refused to answer his question.

"Could you get off of me?" Her timid voice whispered. The redness on the meek girl's cheeks was bright as crimson, but he couldn't really tell because of how dark it was, thankfully. Otherwise, she would've fainted.

"Not until you answer my question."

She furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't like where this was going. Why did it even matter? It was his fault for not paying attention to her placement on the floor anyway! And she didn't deem it any of his business on her personal life.

Still, she was intimated because of the fact that a male was so close to her. She felt it hard to breathe at this very moment, and he was a stranger, no less. Kiba or Shino? Sure. They're the only guys she could ever be completely comfortable with. Neji? Yeah, why not? But this guy? A rude and arrogant guy who she just met? Of course not.

"I don't like the loud music."

"Well, neither do I, but that still doesn't fully explain why you had to be on the floor. Especially when you can hear with your ear against the floor as you were doing before I tripped over you." He was amused by the weird girl's pitiful excuse.

"Well I didn't want to be on the bed either, who knows who slept on it and if they were…you know…or not." She mumbled silently.

Briefly, he laughed. Briefly. "Point taken. Want me to get off?" Immediately, she nodded. He wasn't sure whether to be grateful that she wasn't a fangirl, or offended that she didn't want him close to her. His ego was certainly not going to be crushed by a strange girl with weird eyes.

He flipped himself off of her, lying next to her, with a huge distance between both of their bodies. They were sprawled against the cold floor, just staring at the ceiling. He wondered if this was what peacefulness really felt like. He was also wondering if she was going to speak soon. Or introduce herself.

Should he initiate it? Or should he just keep silent and enjoy the atmosphere of how quiet it was and how little he spoke? But that sort of upset him. Her voice wasn't aggravating like most. Sure, she paused plenty, but she seemed tolerable. Though she probably didn't want anything to do with him, and he was most likely never going to see her again. He wondered why Sakura invited the girl in the first place. She obviously—along with himself—didn't belong in the scenario that was a party filled with drunk, horny teenagers.

She seemed quiet and easily frightened. Weak, even. But maybe names weren't necessary. Maybe he could just be himself without scaring her off even more if he were to introduce himself. He lifted his hood over his face, to shield his identity. She sure didn't mind the silence. In fact, from the corner of his eye, she had hers closed and a small smile on her face. Well, from where he was staring, she seemed…cute. Seemed. That's as far as that compliment was going to go.

But only a bright light could confirm his assumptions. It was still dark as hell and he really couldn't tell what she looked like besides her easily distinct eyes. They reminded him of a nightlight, shining bright regardless of how obscure the room was. It was….reassuring. They were unique and he couldn't stop himself from staring so blatantly.

He could hear her hum a tune he was fairly familiar with, but fought the urge to ask if he was correct on it. The rhyme of her hushed voice followed and soon even he turned to face her as her humming grew softer, as if she never spoke out in the first place.

Now this was what he had wanted to do with someone. He was glad she was a stranger, otherwise it would've been awkward if he was doing with silent thing with any of his other loud "friends".

The silence was calming, he easily blocked out the booming music from downstairs, and she wasn't talking like girls usually do. But she was humming. And the tune was so on-point and completely correct. It surprised him that she knew the song, really.

And she resumed humming. He should've brought his guitar or something. Not that he was very good at it—he was still an amateur—but he knew that song by heart, and at this very moment, he felt like sharing with her his fingers grazing over the strings while listening to her humming flow along with it.

He didn't turn away like she had. He was staring at her. She was barefoot, for some reason. He honestly didn't bother to ask because it just added to her genuine weirdness. And he sort of admired how strange she was compared to any other girl he had the misfortune to encounter. He wanted to ask her if she went to a close nearby or something. For some reason, he wanted to know the person who not only knew good music but also knew how to act her age.

She was wearing tan capris that reached slightly above her knees, tightened to show how small and thin her calves were, and a dark olive green plaid shirt with a dark navy tank under, her shirt unbuttoned to show.

She ended up changing the song and began to hum something else, with her fingers thumping actively against her flat stomach. She was tiny. Her toes were curling as she reached a high pitch of her soft murmurs, and she would occasionally pause to blow strands of her thin and short bangs from poking her beige eyes.

She was the epitome of weird.

"You live around here?" He for some reason, called out.

She turned to him, her cheeks flushing. Again, he couldn't really tell. "Yes and no."

"Elaborate." He couldn't find himself from not speaking to her. If she didn't live in the area, he'd probably never see her again. Well, her eyes. Her face was still a blur. But it seemed ironic that someone wasn't annoying (well, at first she was) in this terrible town. He for some reason loathed it. And he wanted to take advantage of the only person who wasn't as idiotic as everyone else.

"I do live in the area, but only spring to fall. She replied. "My family and I travel to the west coast of America during the winter. I hate the cold, but despite that, it's so nice to look at."

"Then stay this year." He offered. School exams were approaching, and once those were over and done with, he wouldn't have school until August. It was already late May and he was actually looking very forward to just staying indoors and sleeping. Or reading. Or avoiding Naruto all summer. Because really, if he hung out with the guy for three solid months, he was sure his stupidity would rub off on him.

She laughed quietly. "I would, but even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Family values and blah, blah, b-blah."

"You stutter." Not a question, just a fact.

"Sometimes." She admittedly shrugged, chewing on her lower lip. "Sorry if it's annoying. I honestly can't help it."

"Hn."

The obnoxious laughter was heard outside the room in the hallway of the huge home, followed by smashing of what could've been an expensive article Sakura's parents owned. Sasuke rolled his eyes at the sounds coming from within the walls. It was surreal that those same people were in his age group, or younger.

"They're annoying."

"I agree." She said with a light laugh.

He couldn't really remember why he was still here. Or remember the last time he had a light-hearted conversation with someone, no less a girl in this case, before. Really, it was weird. "Why are you even here? You seem like you don't like it." She said as she turned to face him.

He still hadn't move his position from facing her. "I could ask you the same."

"My friend Kiba said I should go. But he ditched me to talk to girls. So I just came up here to take a nap."

"Through all this screaming? As if that were achievable."

"I'll have you know, prior to you falling on top of me, I was sound asleep." She boldly said with such firmness he didn't think such a petite girl possessed.

"I'll try to take your word for it." He said. "Your name?"

"I'm Hinata. Sorry, I didn't catch yours."

"Sasuke."

"O-oh I know you! I've seen you around a few times, I think. Your family always come for dinner." She said. "Well, nice to actually meet you."

Sasuke merely grunted. He wasn't really found of speaking such…civil words. In reality, he never was thankful for any person he had ever come across. It just didn't suit him.

"Why are you barefoot?"

It had been bugging him since he noticed.

She squirmed a bit and looked uneasy. "I lost them downstairs."

He wasn't going to press the matter, although he didn't like to think his new…acquaintance, to say the least, had to walk home barefoot. Heaven knows how far she must live from where they were currently located. Feeling a big guilty, he spoke up. "If you want, I can give you a ride home."

She laughed, swinging her hand into his face, although not necessarily close to it. "It's alright. I live right next door. I'll be fine."

"Ah." He was certain the neighbors were the Hyuuga residence. That would explain her peculiar eye-color.

"It's getting late, I'll head home." She said with a gentle smile. Honestly, it was beginning to make him feel uneasy just how carefree and lively she was acting. "I'll see you around, Sasuke. I had fun." With that, she walked out the door without turning back.

Before getting up to close the door, his best friend—while panting—jumped in. Well his calm night was died quickly.

"Teme! Did you…" He trailed off, eyebrows rising suggestively.

"Shut up!" Sasuke never raised his voice, unless he was embarrassed. Which he was. He just met her, for fuck's sake! ...well, sort of. Apparently they had already met, he just didn't pay enough attention to notice.

"But I saw a girl walk out of here! She was cute, too."

Why couldn't two opposite genders interact without people making it seem as though they were doing something they shouldn't be doing? Sasuke rolled his eyes. Yeah, his decent night definitely died way too soon.

A/N: This was published on November 25th, 2011! So, I edited it. Because I get easily embarrassed by any mistakes I made, and if I want to continue to update this story, it should at least make sense to me, right?

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