Love Lessons

Disclaimer: I write as I hobby and do not get paid for posting stories free on FF. I do not own High School Debut, directed by Tsutomu Hanabusa or the manga of the same name by Kawahara Kazune. Nor do I own Naruto belonging to Masashi Kishimoto. I only own unrecognisable parts of the plot and OCs.


Chapter Two

Written by 10ShizukaYuukiMistress10

It should be a male. Number one. Number two…

A Form Tutor hadn't arrived yet.

9:00am. Hinata anxiously averted her gaze away from the clock resting on her Form classroom wall. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the numerous males messing around at the back of the room.

Who?

Which one?

I need a coach!

Not for the first time, Hinata asked herself why she wanted to find love in the first place and thus need a coach to do that. More than anything, did she just want to become confident? A person in her own right? Her own person? More than anything, did she just look forward to her future coach teaching her how to fend for herself, stand up for herself, how to be bold, act confident… instead of being dismissed all the time? Subdued. Quiet. Shy.

A lone figure stalked past the open Form room door. Hinata slowly glanced up to inspect the silhouette as it passed and nearly choked on the air she was breathing on. It was him. She was sure of it.

"Hinata, are you alright?" Came a concerned voice beside her. Hinata turned to look at her vivacious friend Temari, sitting attentively beside her. Temari raised an eyebrow, her look expectant.

"I think I've got to leave… I mean, go somewhere important… I'll be back!"

A hand grabbed Hinata's wrist before she could go. Hinata sheepishly glanced back at Temari who still had an eyebrow raised.

"Ooooh, you actually do have audacity, Hinata! Can I get in on the fun too?" She asked hopefully, oceanic eyes sparkling.

Hinata shook her head. Temari reluctantly relented her grip.

"I'm sorry."

Hinata bit her lip sadly as she emerged into the corridor of the Tower Block. It was Three Floors high. If you peered down the centre, you could see down to the bottom floor. It was quite an astounding sight but the act of walking up all those stairs to each floor was, in itself, a taxing challenge.

Luckily, Hinata was going down as her Form Room that day was located on the topmost floor. She would not be so breathless that she wouldn't be able to speak to the person whom she was about to pursue when she reached the bottom.

There would be inevitable consequences for her actions: even though Hinata's Form Tutor hadn't arrived yet, if they did before she came back, she would be in serious trouble for arriving in Form late… because she'd left without permission. Hinata should have asked Temari to vouch for her. Hopefully Temari would have the wits to cover for Hinata anyway.

The stairs awaited her thudding footsteps as she descended each floor as fast as humanely possible, shoulder-length hair rushing to catch up behind her. Her eyes started to sting from the impact of whiplash and her legs soon felt like one hundred year old gelatin.

Ignoring the curious looks of passers-by, determinedly rushing to get to Form on time, Hinata all but leapt from the last step of the staircase and skidded to an abrupt halt in the middle of the corridor.

I found him!

He was right where she wanted him. Just ahead of her. Hinata tried not to cringe at how wrong that thought sounded.

I'll ask him! I will I will I will I will I will I will I will I will I will I will I will I will!

She had never noticed him in school before. Whether by fate or coincidence, they had never been put in the same Class Set for any subject in their previous years of high school, or this year, and that was why Hinata hadn't known who he was when they had clashed the previous day in town despite the fact that they attended the same high school. The same for his animated blue-eyed friend.

Another reason why Hinata had never noticed Sasuke could have been because she seldom paid attention to the band of cliché populars in school. They were just normal school pupils like her, walking around like they had something over everybody else when they didn't in reality. But it was clear that this guy had a fandom of his own and maybe even a few stalkers! Girls secretly swooned over the classic British hot-shot.

This is the only way of getting a coach that I can think of!

Hinata started to self-consciously march towards the tall, dark and admittedly handsome male student. After all, he was with all his friends…. including the blue-eyed boy who appeared to be guffawing at a joke only he found funny, and Hinata gradually felt her resolve break as she got closer and closer to them.

Maybe this was all a mistake…

No, it's not! You will get a coach today, Hinata! You barely know him anyway so his opinion of you does not matter! What does it matter? If you want to come out of your shell then don't care about what someone else thinks of you!

"Um… could I have a moment to speak with you, please?"

A look of surprise… pleasant surprise crossed his face. His obsidian eyes were widened but in a mesmerising way. Hinata could see how girls would be disarmed by his dark gaze if he looked at them.

Naruto pointed at her. "Hey! You're the girl who ran away from us the other day!" He exclaimed. He seemed overly excited. However, he was roughly elbowed in the side by one of the other boys standing there before he could interrogate her further.

Just like tennis, opportunities don't come often. It has to be now!

Hinata earnestly forced herself to say more.

"Do you remember me? You… picked up my shoe."

Hinata sensed the gnawing silence around her but she kept her eyes locked with his.

I must come out of my shell… I must do this for myself!

Hinata willed for him to respond. She could imagine standing there forever, gazing into his depthless, solemn eyes…

"Yes." He confirmed. His voice was deep, like she remembered from yesterday, silky and masculine. Hinata suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine.

"My name is… Hinata Hyuuga. I'm in Year 10 as well."

Hinata straightened slightly.

"Please, I want to have the same popularity as you. Will… you be my coach?"

A new pair of feet sidled up beside him and stood there patiently.

Hinata looked up.

"What was that? You want to become popular? How fun!"

For a moment, Hinata imagined she was staring into Hanabi's face. But, no, this girl was far too bright and lively to be Hanabi. Similarly, she had chestnut brown hair which was tied up in two buns atop her head. Her uniform—just like Hinata's, consisted of a white shirt, a sleek black tie, a close fitting black blazer and a short, stripped skirt with long knee-length white socks—looked fabulous on her.

She smiled brightly at Hinata.

Then she turned to Sasuke and said, "Why don't you do it, older brother?"

Hinata turned back to him in shock, having forgotten that he still hadn't replied to her proposal. He had a sister who attended school there as well? Hinata heard, amongst the crowd of people who had gathered, unconcealed snickers. At who? Hinata was completely unsure.

"No way. It would be too troublesome."

Hinata felt her shoulders and hopes deflate.

Sasuke glared sharply at her then, before flickering his gaze away. "This type of girl who wants to make a high school debut…."

"Yes." Hinata admitted, ignoring the rude way he had referred to her and still pathetically stood her ground.

Sasuke's gaze zoned in on her coldly. "… It's already obvious that you're trying. Hairstyle, makeup, ribbon, uniform."

As he listed off each item, his eyes scanned across her body emotionlessly.

"They don't go well together at all."

Hinata bit her lip and found herself doing something shameless: she begged.

Hinata bowed her head. "Please… teach me things like that!"

She lifted her gaze tentatively.

"Absolutely not." He deadpanned harshly.

Everyone around them, including Sasuke's friends, gaped in shock at his iciness.

"Why not?" Hinata argued, surprising even herself.

Sasuke glanced at her irritably, "Girls are troublesome… Like you."

Hinata's eyes widened. "I don't understand…."

Sasuke glared at anywhere but her face. "You decide on your own what you like or not."

He gazed at her one last time before pivoting around and storming away, too swiftly for his friends to catch up to him.

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