This isn't the whole Chapter I was gonna post, but I was getting antsy; worried I won't write it. So here is the um, shorter Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be the rest. The story probably won't go past 4 Chapters. Thank you guys enjoy.

Don't look at him. Don't look at him. Whatever you do Tenten, don't look at him. Crap, I looked. It's only Wednesday, and I can't get him out of my head. Grant it, I have his class, which doesn't help my case.

My only hope is to avoid all eye contact. I've committed to focusing all of my energy between the smart board and my Mac. So far, so good. 10:58AM, almost out.

The bell sounds, announcing my freedom. And I again collect my things carefully and silently, several girls have already surrounded Professor Hyuuga's desk. I scoff, and am mere feet from my escape when a firm grip latches onto my wrist. I go rigid, turning on my heel, snatching my hand back; and come face to shy, ashamed face of Kiba Inuzuka. My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I'm sure the shock is written all over my face. Kiba and I had never really acknowledged each other, let alone talked. I nod slowly, and in a moment Kiba's hand is taking mine, and pulling me out the classroom door. I fallow in stride behind him, only to have my face meet his shoulder when he stops a few feet outside the door. His face is apologetic; and I wave my hand at him dismissively

"What is it Kiba?" I ask starring up at the shaggy haired prankster. He looks...nervous, surprisingly so, but his in-born confidence shines through giving him an air of, dare I say ignorance.

"Do you like Professor Huuga?" He accuses. My jaw must be on the floor at his boldness.

"No...why?" I reply hoping to God it's an innocent question. He visibly relaxes, and a handsome grin spreads across his face. My eyebrow cocks at him, surprised by the reaction.

"Every other girl in that damned classroom swears she'll be marrying him. I was afraid no one was left for me." I take a literal step back.

"While I won't be marrying our teacher...I don't think I will be able to help you with your predicament." I say slowly, fighting the scowl rising to my face.

"Just give me a chance! You don't have a boyfriend or anything right? You're the only pretty girl left." I'm definetly not impressed.

"I...hardly know you?" He shrugs disconcertingly. "I mean, you make decent grades right? Your best friend is Naruto, and you're a bit of a playboy...but that's it." He steps in to me.

"Do you think I'm cute Tenten?" He ask haughtily. I stare up at his crooked grin, eyes hopeful. I concede.

"Yeah Kiba...you're cute." An ear splitting smile appears.

"Than give me a chance. I'll make you fall for me." He tries, reaching for my hands and pulling them against his chest, folded into his.

"Do what you want...but I'm not exactly excited about being a last resort." Who was I kidding, I've never been a resort in the first place.

"Don't worry about that...you won't feel like a last resort." He winks, and sprints off down the hall. What just happened?

"He sounds smitten...or just stupid." I start at his smooth voice, and turn; meeting the eyes of my teacher reclining against the door's banister. "Your first confession?" He questions, pushing off of the wall, stalking toward me. I take a step back, and he smirks.

"That...wasn't a confession." Neji frowns.

"Give yourself some credit, he called you pretty." I scoff, rolling my eyes at the comment.

"He's just worried because I'm the only girl who isn't throwing themselves at you." Neji takes another step in, cocking his head to the right.

"Seemingly." He corrects. "If only he knew." His face is so damn endearing. I swallow the lump in my throat, heaving my fallen backpack onto my shoulder; and turning down the hall.

"I could find more information on him if you like?" I'm taken back at the seemingly unrelated comment, but shake my head, dismissing the idea. Neji grabs my wrist turning me to him with a jerk.

"Remember, you're my wife. So no flirting with him when Sunade's around; lest we receive punishment for Monday's activities." His smile is prideful. I brush past him, biting my lip.

"Don't you have a class to teach." I say curtly; making my way down the hall.

Later that night

I haven't written more than a paragraph of my stupid government essay. It's this damned library. Couples have made home here on their study dates, finding need to swap spit continuously. Between the smacking, moans, and giggling coming from every direction how am I supposed to get any work done?

I gave up on the library, setting off in hopes of an empty classroom. It appears most teachers have locked up their rooms by 7PM, leaving me hopeless. Then I recall. Neji...I mean Professor Hyuuga's one flaw is that he never locks his door. I find my way quickly to my history classroom. I grip the handle, and smile to myself, like always. Entering silently, I take a inventory on the room. Alone at last. Turning up the lights, I take my usual seat.

11:13PM Perfect. I submit my essay, and let out a heavy sigh; heaving myself against the back of my seat.

"Tenten?" I snap my head forward.

"Professor Hyuuga! What are you doing here?" His eyebrow rises.

"What are you doing here." I duck my head.

"The library was full of love-struck fools, and I couldn't concentrate." He stares uninterested.

"But why are you here?" He probes. A smirk tugs at my lips.

"I remembered you never lock your doors." He smiles with a nod; turning with a glance toward the door.

"So...Inuzuka huh? You think you'll fall for him?" I shrug pursing my lips at the idea.

"He's nice enough, but..." I slow my words, not entirely sure I have a reason I don't like Kiba.

"I...don't like it." I raise and eyebrow at him in question, and he explains."I'm not...comfortable with you in a relationship with him."

"You don't have to be." I state. He squares his shoulders.

"Tenten...I'm fairly certain his intentions aren't completely pure." My turn to be uninterested.

"I didn't entirely expect them to be." I reply, setting glare on Neji's face."Sense when are a guy's intentions pure." I ask putting air quotes around "pure"; crossing my arms over my chest defensively and shrinking back into my seat.

"He's a prick Tenten! He makes mediocre grades, and hops from girl to girl like it's a fucking past time. He spends all of his time pulling immature pranks, or chasing tail. Ever hear guys only want one thing? That's Kiba in a nutshell." He finished, eyes dark.

"Well there apparently aren't many options left." I admit. Knowing with Neji around; even if Kiba grew to despise me; he'd still be left with few options not pining after our teacher. His face is livid, and I turn on him. "What do you care anyway?" I ask accusingly. Professor Hyuuga's face falls.

"Tenten, I...care about you. You're like my..."

"Don't delude yourself. You don't care about me. And if you say like your fucking sister, or anything besides your God damned student..." I cut him off, but he does the same in response, smirk in place.

"Tenten, if you're in love with me; someone who would never, and could never hurt you; it's much more safe in the long run." I scoff.

"Safety isn't always top priority in my love life Professor." His face is again hard.

"It should be." He retorts.

"And it's really none of your damn business." I hear the edge in my own voice. Standing, I slide my things into my backpack, and storm out the door.

Next Chapter soon hopefully. :) SARAPBUHAY