Author's Notes:
Thanks for the reviews and those who have 'tagged' me =) Glad that it isn't confusing ^_^

This chapter is the next day, in case you're wondering about the time.

Lets get the ball rolling!

Hinata

I watched with a small smile as Naruto weaved past an opponent from the other team. He faked a pass, spun on his heal and jumped. I watched the ripple of muscles beneath his tanned skin as he raised his arms above his head, t-shirt riding up an inch to reveal his firm abs. I forced myself to watch the basketball rather than his appealing body. The basketball arced through the air and fell through the hoop with a crinkle of metal chains.

His smile was infectious. His teammates slapped his back and high-fived him. Then he turned and waved. I felt my cheeks warm. Naruto was waving, at me! Then I heard the giggles and saw Sakura wave back at Naruto. Sakura was sitting with Ino on the wooden table a few metres away from me.

I quickly lowered my head back behind my book, secretly peering over the edge to watch the rest of Naruto's basketball game.

"Are you a bookworm?" asked a low voice behind me.

I jumped and looked behind me. A pair of black chucks, leading up to black jeans, a fitted black t-shirt… my mouth went dry.

It was the boy from before. His shoulder was leaning against the rough bark of the tree I had taken shelter under.

"Are you a bookworm or just pretending to be one?" he asked, a smile in his voice. It was as if he knew what I was really doing.

I stood up and brushed dirt and grass from my jeans. "Why are you talking to me?"

Even though I was standing, he was still a head taller than me. He looked down at me with his smoldering dark eyes. My pulse quickened.

"Is it wrong to talk to you?"

I looked down at my scuffed shoes. "No. But it isn't really normal."

He didn't say anything so I looked up, wondering what his expression would be.

He was watching the basketball game; a spark of longing in those dark eyes of his.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. "Do you play?"

He shook his head and turned his attention back to me. "Do you?"

"No. I'm not really that coordinated." I replied truthfully. "I just like to watch."

I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "Who do you like to watch?"

I felt my cheeks burn. "Wh-what are you saying?" I stammered, caught off guard. Was I that obvious? With this secret out in the open – me watching Naruto, make me a stalker?

Sasuke
I couldn't help the smile that forced its way onto my lips. It felt foreign for it to move automatically. Normally I would have to force myself and hope that it looked like a smile and not a grimace.

I nodded to the basketball court. "Which one?" I pressed.

Her cheeks were a gorgeous shade of embarrassment. "I don't think this is an appropriate conversation."

I laughed. The laugh sounded strange to my ears. How long had it been since I had laughed?

"Does he know how you feel?" I asked seriously.

Her eyes glanced in the direction of a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Why were girls attracted to that kind of physic? He looked like a ken doll.

Then I saw her eyes dart to the wooden picnic table where a girl with ridiculous pink hair sat beside a Barbie. So, the guy she liked was interested in someone else. How clichéd.

I wanted to groan. This assignment was going to suck so hard; I'd have a permanent hickey at the end of it.

"Unrequited…" I trailed off.

She turned back to me. "It's only unrequited if you confess and your feelings aren't returned." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "He doesn't know I exist. But I think it's better that way."

I shook my head. "Are you one of those sappy girls that are content with just watching the person they like from afar? You didn't strike me as a stalker."

She pursed her lips and turned her back on me. My words had struck a nerve. I knew she was going to walk away.

"Wait." I called before she had taken a step. "What if I told you that I could make him notice you?"

She eyed me warily, "Why would you offer your help in this situation?"

I sighed. She was so… complicated. "Because."

Her eyes narrowed, "Because isn't an answer."

"Yes it is. It's just not a reason."

She raised a petite hand to her temple. Was I giving her a headache?

"I don't need your help."

I wanted to shake some sense into her. Of course she needed help! The reason why she was hiding in the shadows of a tree, pretending to read a book while watching her crush, who didn't know she existed, needed help.

I decided to change my approach. "What if I told you, I need your help?"

She looked taken aback. "With what?"

I lowered my voice. "Can you help me to redeem myself?"

Hinata
What was this person saying? We had only met each other twice now, and he was saying something like that… but I could sense his sincerity behind it. There was a deeper meaning behind his words. I hated it when people asked for my help. My greatest weakness was that I could never say no. Even when I knew that I could be putting myself in an awkward situation.

I shift uncomfortably. "How can I help you… with that?"

His face remained neutral, "Let me spend 100 days with you."

"What?" the words slipped from my mouth.

He gave me a loop sided smile. "100 days with me, and that idiot will know you exist."