The updates on this story might be a little slow.
(My definition of slow is about once every 1-2 weeks haha.)
I just don't think that it's that good of a plot/story/thing.
Ah, idk, I better just shut up now.
Please Read and Review! ^_^
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Truth/Lie: Explanation
Reality
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After escaping another silent car ride with Neji, I clutched my backpack as I entered Konoha High. Even though I had only been there for a month, I already hated it. I especially hated today.
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False: I'm photogenic.
True: I am practically allergic to cameras, both video and photo.
My smile always ends up looking like a half-grimace.
The flash turns my eyes a sinister red instead of my natural lavender shade.
Well, that's IF my eyes are open, which they're usually not.
That's why I absolutely despise picture day.
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"You guys are lucky; our class will be shortened today due to school photos," Kakashi-sensei mentioned once he looked up from Make-out Tactics. "So you can do whatever you want."
I knew that this was a language arts class and that it's good to read, but why did my teacher devour such perverted literature? I bet he liked to read yearbooks too, just so he could check out the students' boobs.
It's bad enough that I was stuck in a class taught by Kakashi-sensei, but it's pure torture to be in the presence of Sakura. Unfortunately, she was right in front of me, flirting as usual.
"Sasuke, I can't wait to see how your picture turns out; they always end up looking so sexy! You should be an underwear model! So are you boxers or briefs?" Sakura asked as she clung to Sasuke. "Can I check?"
"Leave me alone," he grunted as he peeled her off.
She squealed, "You're a boxers type of guy, aren't you? I knew it!"
"Hey, Sakura, do you want to check out my underwear?" Naruto grinned.
"Ew, hell no! Get away!" she shrieked, immediately kicking Naruto in the balls.
He bent over in pain and groaned as he sunk to the floor.
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False: I was appalled at what Sakura did to Naruto.
I would never even think of laughing at something like that!
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"N-naruto!" I called out and rushed over to him. "A-are you o-okay?"
"I'm fine," he grunted, "but my little 'friend' down there isn't."
I didn't even have to pretend to blush. My face already colored itself a bright red. Why did I ever choose to fake a crush over Naruto?
"Well, your 'friend' deserved it, you perv!" Sakura huffed then turned to Sasuke. "So, Sasuke, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Shikamaru's party in two days?"
"I don't party," Sasuke stated. "Neither does Shikamaru."
"You do now! Oh, it's his girlfriend Temari that's throwing the party. She's just using Shikamaru's house," she giggled. "It starts at 10, so I'll see you there!"
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False: I'm not jealous at all that Sakura and her popular friends are going to have a party.
It doesn't even matter that Sasuke's invited too.
I'm not allowed to let myself think about him anyway…
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"I don't party," Sasuke frowned again.
"Can I come?" Naruto barged in after he recovered from his injury.
"No!" she shrieked as she smacked Naruto in the head.
"Love hurts," Naruto groaned.
During that whole pointless conversation, I just watched and listened as always.
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True: I'm pretty much used to observing my classmates from the sidelines now.
I mean, once you've been doing it for a month, it becomes second nature.
Sometimes I wish that I could join their carefree conversations.
I wish that I could be as expressive as Sakura and Naruto.
Instead, I have to be as quiet and distant as Sasuke.
Yeah, I'm accustomed to lying about who I really am, but that doesn't mean I like it.
That doesn't mean I have a choice in what I do either.
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"Oops, I guess I read too much; we're late," Kakashi-sensei laughed sheepishly. "Let's go to the cafeteria for the school photos."
"Sensei?" Sakura said sweetly with her hand raised. "May the girls go to the bathroom first to freshen up?"
"Er, why not?" our teacher agreed.
All of the girls stampeded out of the classroom in a frenzy—after all, there were a limited number of mirrors in the restroom—except for me. I took out my sketchbook and decided to doodle to pass the time.
"You're not like them," a voice stated.
I looked up and saw Sasuke's eyes piercing through me. My heart melted but instantly froze back up. I wasn't supposed to be drawing attention; this wasn't supposed to happen. Yet, there he was right in front of me.
"N-not like w-who?" I squeaked.
"You're not like most girls," he explained.
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That's definitely false!
I'm definitely the average expressive, boy-crazed, talkative chick…
…or I used to be.
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"I k-know," I whispered while looking down.
"Why?" he demanded.
"I-is it w-wrong b-being different?" I stuttered.
"No, it's actually refreshing," Sasuke smirked. "It's not every day you see a girl who's obsessed with Naruto instead of me."
I instantly blushed and squeaked, "P-please don't t-tell him!"
"Relax," he said smoothly. "I didn't tell him before, and I won't tell him now. Although, he's such a dumbass to have not noticed it by now."
"D-don't make f-fun of him! N-naruto is actually a v-very strong p-person!" I insisted.
Okay, "strong" wasn't the best adjective to describe my fake crush. However, that was the first modifier that popped into my head. When you lie, you have to think fast.
"Strong?" Sasuke inquired.
"Y-yes. He n-never gives up and a-always g-gets back up on h-his feet," I stumbled over words.
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True: I'm thankful that I stutter whenever I pretend to be shy.
It helps buy me some time when thinking of lies.
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"Well, Sakura doesn't really appreciate his perseverance," he smirked, "but I know why you like him now. You want to be strong too."
I sighed, thankful that Sasuke just assisted me in making up some more lies without even realizing it.
"That's t-true," I admitted.
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False: Yeah, I love Naruto Uzumaki because he inspires me to become stronger!
True: Not.
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"You don't need him to do that," he stated and walked away.
All of the girls started trickling back into the classroom. With so much makeup caked on, they looked like clowns. I noticed that some girls had even changed into sluttier outfits. I could tell that Kakashi-sensei would enjoy viewing this year's yearbook.
The class then headed toward the cafeteria. During that time, I didn't know whether I should sob or squeal. Sasuke just talked to me, and he was the one who even started our conversation.
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False: Sasuke talking to me goes against every fiber of my being.
After all, I can't be noticed.
Kiba… Though the wounds are invisible, he still has scarred me.
I can't let anybody else do that.
I can't let anybody get close to me, especially Sasuke.
True: My heart tells me differently.
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All of the students lined up, waiting for their turn to get their picture taken. The girls complimented each others' hair, makeup, and clothes, and then they gossiped about each other behind their backs. The guys chilled and talked about whatever guys talk about.
Me, I was freaking out. Pictures and Hinata Hyuuga do not mix. It didn't even help that the photographer looked really scary. He had a blonde ponytail with hair covering half of his face.
As I sat down on the stool in front of a blue background, the photographer chanted, "Smile for Deidara, yeah!"
I nervously shifted a glance around me. My eyes caught onto Sasuke's. He smirked at me as I squirmed under his gaze. I felt my cheeks heat up, and my lips puckered.
FLASH! The torturous camera blinded me, so I screamed.
"Now that's art, yeah!" the photographer beamed.
Damn picture day!
"He's totally into you, Hinata!" Ino squealed into the phone.
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True: Ino believes that Sasuke and I are meant to be, even if we're not.
She's the type of person who will always support whoever your current crush is.
When Kiba and I…
Yeah, she had even stuck with my poor decision, even if it was the worst one I ever made.
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"This is only the second time that Sasuke and I have ever talked," I reminded her as I doodled in my sketchbook.
"Then you should start wearing your old clothes! Then he'll really want to talk to you," she directed. "Stop throwing on those random, old sweatshirts."
"Ino, I already told you; I can't be noticed," I explained.
"Well, Sasuke noticed you," she sang.
I clutched my pencil and cried, "That's the problem; I can't let him notice me! Now the whole school will start paying attention to me!"
"Look, Hinata! You can't let him change you like that!" Ino argued, referring to Kiba.
"He already has," I said sadly as I started tearing apart my drawing.
"Stop lying; I know the real Hinata's in there somewhere," she insisted.
"Let's not talk about this right now, okay?" I begged. "Please?"
"Fine, but you won't be able to lie forever," she sighed.
I threw away the torn scraps of my sketch into the trash can.
"School's been really boring without you," Ino whined. "I hate Suna High. Why did you have to move to stupid Konoha?"
"Hey, did you know that the Subakus moved to Konoha too?" I mentioned as I turned to a fresh page in my sketchbook. "Temari has a boyfriend named Shikamaru now!"
"No way! I thought she hated guys!" she laughed.
"Me too," I agreed. "Now she's even throwing a party using Shikamaru's house!"
"Ooo, you should go, Hinata!" Ino squealed. "Wear that cute miniskirt I bought for you for your birthday!"
"I gave it to Hanabi," I said quietly. "Sorry."
"That brat?!?" she screeched. "Why?!?"
"I just don't want to be seen wearing clothes like that anymore, okay?" I told her.
"You're impossible," Ino groaned.
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True that!
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