But she wears short skirts I wear T-shirts

She's cheer captain and I on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time

The next day Hinata hobbled down the hill next to Konohagakure High school on her crutches, clutching a small shoulder bag as best as she could as she hurried towards her intended destination. The school's favorite time of the year had approached faster than she realized as she done her best to rush to the school: soccer season had started and as always she was the one to paint the team's faces and give them a pep talk of sorts before big games. It was a privilege given to her since not only was she the star pupil in her teacher, Deidara's, art class but she already was well acquainted with most of the people on the team. It was worst when she could play during co-ed games and she had to worry about managing not only the guys but the girls as well as herself. Thankfully, she only had to deal with the guy's team today. Besides, it was always a great excuse to see some of her oldest and dearest friends and give them encouragement. Sighing she picked up her pace as she silently cursed the school for putting the soccer field stadium so far away. In truth the stadium was multipurpose serving for most sports, but soccer was always the big one for Konoha as it was a very popular sport against the rival schools. Today was their opening game against Oto and under no circumstances could she afford to be late!

She sighed in relief as the high walls of the stadium loomed over her. Iruka, one of the teachers at Konoha High, waited patiently for her beside the entrance to the guys' locker room. No matter how much the school saw it as a necessity that the team be fired up before a game Tsunade, the principal, had refused to grant her access to this otherwise restricted area, for a girl anyways, if she didn't have a another teacher escort her. Nodding swiftly she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear from her messy bun that she'd hurriedly thrown her hair into that morning when she woke up. It still looked good on her accompanied with a light scarf, a brown denim jacket over a black t-shirt and dark wash jeans cut evenly right before her cast began. On one foot she had on a black converse tennis shoe.

"Sorry," she mumbled to Iruka as she reached him, doing her best to readjust her bag on her shoulder.

"It's alright Hinata-san," he assured with a smile and a quick pat on her shoulder, "your just in time to get the team ready before the game starts."

"Arigato," she puffed in relief as she followed him down the ramp and behind the door.

"They're really excited for this one. It'll be a good thing for them to have plenty of energy and you always seem to be able to boost their morale."

"A-ano, I don't think I really make that much of a difference," she blushed slightly at the compliment.

"It's true. Try asking the team yourself sometime. I'm sure they'll tell you the same thing. Ah, here we are."

Of course Hinata had always known that, she always enjoyed the silent stroll before she entered the chaotic mess where the guys would prepare for their games. She stopped obediently before entering as their usual routine was carried out.

"Alright make yourselves decent! Hinata is coming in!" Iruka yelled into the door as he opened it a crack.

Hinata giggled in amusement as she listened for the loud chorus of cheers and the occasional 'oh shits' or 'why is she always on time…'.

"Hiya boys," she greeted them sheepishly and jokingly as she limped in.

"Ne, Hinata-san, what happened to your ankle?" a concerned voice called out from the crowd of boys.

All eyes were immediately glued to the baby blue cast she was sporting in curiosity, except for Neji, her cousin, and Naruto, who had been there when the accident occurred.

"It's nothing to worry about," she attempted to assure them despite the grumblings dispersed throughout them, "now who wants to get ready to kick Oto's butt?" she asked with uncharacteristic aggression. Still she didn't swear like most would and that would always be one of her defining traits.

She was cheered up by the resounding cheers that filled the locker room as some of the boys even banged on the lockers and the walls. Of course it was only a matter of time before Iruka was yelling for silence and order. She always knew what was happening with 'her boys' as they had dubbed themselves. In their eyes Hinata was a part of the team and sort of like a younger sister for them so some of her older friends on the team were protective sometime so to the point of annoying though Hinata was always patient with them. In other way's she was like their mother as she was probably the most mature one besides Iruka in the room at the moment.

"So who's first?" she asked taking out her paints.

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Hinata sat proudly in the bleachers as she watched the team stream out onto the field shouting and howling as they were met with the thunderous applause of the crowd. She always loved watching soccer, even when she couldn't play, and she loved supporting her friends even more if that was possible. To Hinata's dismay she also spotted Toshiko rallying the crowds in her cheer uniform. Amazingly it seemed that the black-haired girl had managed to somehow make her skirt shorter than the others. Hinata snorted impatiently as she knew that the only reason that Toshiko was cheer captain was because her aunt was head of the sports department and completely oblivious to the true evil that was her niece. Hinata self-consciously examined her own outfit and glanced up at Toshiko again. Plucking at her t-shirt she wondered if Naruto would notice her if she dressed more like Toshiko.

'No!' she rejected the thought shaking her head for good measure.

There was no way she was going to dress like a slut! Even if it was for Naruto! Hinata slumped in defeat against the shoulder of her friend Tenten, sighing forlornly as she watched the shock of golden hair that belonged to Naruto streaking down the field, all the while wishing with all her might that he'd turn and look at her. Immediately she was thrown into one of her more common daydreams of them pronouncing their undying love for one another.

Tenten's eyes looked at Hinata questioningly for a moment before she realized the meaning of the look on her friend's face and the direction where her unwavering gaze was directed. She shook her head and sighed crossly. Honestly Hinata was really a fool for that boy and it frustrated her to no end that their blonde friend was too dense to see it. Switching her focus back to the game her brown eyes locked onto the running form of Hinata's cousin Neji. But then again she wasn't on to talk…

Hinata jumped suddenly as the crowd let out an earsplitting cheer. Konoha had scored the first point of the game. Brushing off her initial shock she recovered enough to add her support to the dying roar.

'Maybe someday…' she wondered hopefully.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can't you see you belong with me

You belong with me

"Great job guys!" Hinata high-five each team member as the greeted her in the parking lot, occasionally earning the odd hug from an over-enthusiastic player, including a particular 'green beast of Konoha'. She rubbed her shoulder slightly at that one. He didn't earn that name for nothing.

"Hey Sakura, nice cheer in the third quarter that flip you did was really cool!" Hinata greeted the pink-haired green-eyed girl currently latched onto her boyfriend Sasuke Uchiha.

"You should have been down there with us," Sakura pointed out as she hugged her crippled friend, "you worked so hard with the rest of us to learn those moves!"

"Do you really think that Toshiko would let me be the one on top?" Hinata asked her sarcastically as she shuffled her crutches uncomfortably.

"About Toshiko," Sakura's eyes glowed sympathetically, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay he's happy so I'm fine."

"Hinata—"

"I'm fine," she lied.

In truth she was really trying to keep her own emotion from spilling out of her as she thought of her unrequited love to the whisker-faced boy. Sakura must have seen the tears threatening to overcome her she hugged Hinata tightly. Hinata knew that she was only concerned for her, after all, after Toshiko had finally gotten the guy she wanted she had done her best job to make Hinata's life a living hell. What pissed off her pinkette friend the most was the fact that whenever Naruto was around she would act sickly sweet and nice and he was the only person oblivious to the truth. The one that really mattered. Her friends had tried continuously to get him to leave her but he would always insist that things were fine. In truth Toshiko had always been uncomfortable with the fact that Naruto's best friend since preschool was a girl 'and a pretty one too' , so her friends were always telling her. At first she'd understood and they'd gone through the standard procedure of her backing off for a couple of days so whatever girl he was dating would get used to the situation. Toshiko it seemed hadn't and instead resolved to eliminate Hinata instead of her own insecurity.

"Arigato for your concern."

"I'll try and work on the dobe for you," Sasuke joked.

Sasuke was the person closest to Naruto besides herself, so much so that the two were like brothers and would never give up their friendship for the world. If anyone could convince him Toshiko wasn't the right choice it was Sasuke. If he failed though…

"Arigato Sasuke-san," she bowed as best she could.

"I told you to stop being so formal, Sunny," he pretended to be annoyed as he clapped her on the back.

"Well, I and Sasuke-kun are going to get some dango!" Sakura chirped happily, "do you want to come?"

"Ano, I couldn't intrude—"

"Nonsense," Sakura huffed, "I invited you! It's time to get you out of this gloomy mood you've been in for the past few weeks!"

"You know that she's going to drag you there anyways," Sasuke sighed to her, patting her head, "may as well accept."

"Hai," she giggled weakly.

Suddenly over Sakura's shoulder she spotted the unmistakable familiar shock of blonde hair making its way towards the parking lot through a large crowd of students all congratulating him. He greeted with cheer so fake that it shocked her and the dejected turmoil shining in his blue eyes pierced her like to weapon could.

"Naruto-kun!" she yelled as loudly as she could, trying to catch the blonde's attention. This time she would find out what was wrong and she'd accept no excuses from him now, "Naruto-kun!"

She watched intently as his bright azure eyes flashed into sight, locking with hers for an instant before his face gained an impassive expression and swept over her. She watched as he shrugged his shoulders to Sakiko, another one of their friends, and walked away. Sakiko's green eyes flashed from me to him in confusion before she ran after Naruto, apparently asking for him to slow his hurried pace. Hinata stared in utter bewilderment at the spot where Naruto had ignored her. She felt crushed as though she was being suffocated. A piercing pain jerked throughout her entire body as she stood frozen. Hinata felt the cold sting of her tears trailing down her cheeks as for the first time in a while she felt…alone…abandoned…for the first time since she'd known him he broke his promise…Naruto Uzumaki had broken his word.

Sakura and Sasuke exchanged a worried and angry glance as they attempted to rouse Hinata from her state. The poor girl had been receding into an emotional slump for days at a time as Naruto had started to avoid her and spend more and more time doting on Toshiko, sometimes right in front of Hinata. This seemed to be the final straw, and for Hinata's sake he had to be stopped before he shattered her heart.

So this is the second chapter. I almost forgot the disclaimers for the first chapter. I do not own Naruto he belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. I do not own Hinata, Sakura, Sasuke, Iruka, Neji, Lee, Tsunade, or Tenten as they also belong to Kishimoto. You Belong With Me is the featured song by Taylor Swift, and the mentioned song Lift Me Up is by Jars of Clay. I do own Toshiko and Sakiko though! R&R!