Me & You
Chapter Seven: Feeling This
A/N: I'M BACK! After reading through the continuous reviews and just all the emails I get about likes and favorites, I went back and read through all of the chapters of Me & You so far and just fell back in love with the story so I've decided I will continue on. It gave me time to really look at how I wanna do this story so I think now I'm ready. Hope you haven't been too pissed off at me. _
The next morning came quickly it seemed. I hadn't slept that great in a very long time. Though, something seemed to be missing.
I opened my eyes slowly, mostly because I was still in a deep sleep, and looked around. The warm mass that I had been laying on was not in its original position; right, I had slept with Kiba...I HAD SLEPT WITH KIBA!
I jolted up and looked around, almost in a tired craze and stood, only to trip on my own shirt on the floor, falling to my face. "Oomph, fuck…" I muttered, cursing myself for my recent injuries.
Out of my bathroom, Kiba came almost in a hurry. "Naruto? Are you alright?!"
He rushed to my side and helped me sit up and I groaned; well, at least he wasn't dead. I couldn't comprehend why I was so scared that Kiba was gone from my sight, but I was.
"Why were you on the floor?"
"Why were you in my bathroom…?" Why did I ask that question?
Kiba blinked and rolled his eyes, "To find Narnia," he joked, "seriously though, I just had to piss. Did you miss me?" He asked, slyly.
I could feel my face flushing and I looked away, "Whatever. Did...did my parents come in at all?"
"Not that I know of. I feel as if your parents came in to you straddling me with a hard on and a tattoo on your stomach, they'd probably try to exorcise me like Reagan in the Exorcist."
I blinked blindly at the reference and he looked shocked, "What, you don't know the Exorcist? Like, only one of the BEST horror movies ever?"
I still didn't reply.
"Dude, we have some education to go through." Kiba said, almost offended.
I shrugged, "Sorry, I never really was allowed to watch horror movies like that...but anyway, they didn't see us?"
"Would you be ashamed if they did…?" Kiba asked, actually serious this time.
I thought about it for a moment. I was the one who insisted Kiba sleep in my bed. And I was the one who wanted to give him the benefit of trying things with me. But was I really willing to risk that in my own house? Especially with what happened with Kiba's family, I wasn't sure how my parents would react at all.
"I-I'm not really sure, to be honest," I looked him in the eyes, "sorry."
Kiba sighed, looking a little hurt, but shrugged, "Eh, I can't blame you...well, let's not let this Saturday go to waste, eh? I say we go around town some more. Actually paint some things red."
I wasn't catching his drift exactly, "What do you mean?"
"Let's just go fuck around. There's so much you haven't seen yet, that I want to pop that Konoha cherry of yours." Kiba winked and I could only reply with a blush. A heavy one at that.
"F-Fine...I'm gonna shower though and make sure I put on clothes. In case my dad or mom sees this," I poked my stomach and winced a bit, "At least it's healing."
"Yeah, you're still a pussy." Kiba poked my stomach and I growled, punching him in the arm.
"Ow...fuck! Man, maybe you are stronger than you look." He whimpered and I smirked, shrugging.
"I don't know...maybe some years of karate taught me something...be right back." I then did something random and kissed him on the cheek. I could tell he was caught off guard as his smarmy comeback was immediately cut off and turned into gibberish as I stood up and went towards the bathroom.
We had left the house in what seemed like a teenage angst fueled hurry, as we both got into Kiba's car and drove off towards the town. I didn't know where Kiba was taking me first, but the adrenaline was going as blink-182 appropriately played in the car. Regardless of the reckless abandon he seemed to have, Kiba was...alluring. I could only smile like an idiot as he drove us around.
"Where are we going first?" I asked, a little excited but nervous.
Kiba shrugged, "I don't know! Where do you feel like going?"
"You insist that I don't know movies and what not, so why don't you educate me?" I wagered, and I could tell Kiba was getting more and more excited about the idea.
"Really? Alright, there is a new horror movie out. Wanna go see it?" Kiba made it seem almost too ominous as I gulped; horror didn't sit well with me in general, but, I was willing to try new things. Hell, I basically was almost inside of a boy. So, why not right?
"Yeah, let's do it...but usually, don't you have to be like...seventeen to see those movies?" I asked, my innocence showing.
"So? I've got my ways." That was all that Kiba said as we approached the cineplex in town. It was a retro looking establishment, something that you'd see in those classic, crime flicks or Batman movies. I knew those ones, because, I mean, superheroes.
An old fashioned ticket booth had a bored looking man inside of it as we approached. I was a little nervous, wondering how Kiba would get us in.
"Kiba-"
"Shh, I got this." He whispered to me, almost reading my worries immediately. He went up to the window, me in tow, as he knocked obnoxiously.
The man looked up and sighed, "What do you want, Inuzuka?"
"Ouch, what the Hell is that for? I'm just here with my friend and we want to see a movie."
The orange haired man scoffed, "Look, I know you. Lemme guess, looking to see the Conjuring 2?"
"You know it, Juugo! Now, are you gonna sell us tickets?" Kiba smirked, asking almost too politely. I just watched as the exchange happened; something didn't seem right, and I wasn't sure also what was going on.
The man known as Juugo smirked and shook his head, "Uh uh, not happening. I know you aren't seventeen. And I ain't losing my job. I can sell you tickets to the new Civil War movie though. That's the right speed for you...although, I feel maybe you need to see the new Ratchet & Clank for your...what is this, your little brother?" He gestured to me and I huffed.
"I'll have you know sir that Ratchet & Clank is an AMAZING franchise exclusive to Sony and how dare you bash it as if it's some sort of child's play-"
Kiba covered my mouth before I said any more nerdy profanity as he looked to Juugo, "Look, I'll buy the tickets for Civil War. Happy?" He handed down the money and took it, giving Kiba the two tickets.
Juugo laughed, "Enjoy your film, Inuzuka."
Kiba flipped him off and grabbed my hand, taking me inside. I glared at Juugo as I passed by and then realized that we were already inside the theater.
"So, Civil War huh? I love superheroes like a LOT so this is so okay with me!" I was actually really happy we weren't seeing the horror flick. I'd probably be scrutinized by Kiba for my scaredy cat nature.
"Fuck that. We'll go see it another time." Kiba said to me, heading to the concessions stand.
I blinked, laughing a bit, "Okay, I'm confused. Did we not just buy tickets for that movie?"
Kiba seemed to ignore me as he talked to the concession lady at the counter, "Hi! Could I get a large popcorn, the really big bucket kind with a ton of butter and such, plus a large Coke?" She smiled and nodded, filling out Kiba's order.
I poked his shoulder, "Kiba. Really. Like, are we not seeing Civil War?"
"Don't worry about it...don't talk too loud." He said in a hushed tone; I was very confused at this point. I wanted to protest, but Kiba silenced me with one sentence:
"Oh, could I also get a box of Red Vines?"
My eyes widened and I held back my excitement as Kiba winked back at me; why did he wink at me? Did he know something I did not? Or...was it something I did? I was so confused.
The woman handed all the stuff over and Kiba paid for all of it, walking with me towards the cinema rooms. I shook out of it, "How did you know I liked Red Vines…?"
"Well, noticed in your trash can in your room that you had an empty box of them. Plus, in the pantry in your house, you have the jumbo tub that either belongs to your dad when he gives kids' kudos at school or to a hyperactive sugar loving teenager in the same household." He laughed and I blushed.
"Okay, whatever. First of all, that's gross. Don't look through the trash can. Maybe you are a dog…" I jabbed and he growled.
"Hey! Rude." Kiba retorted, weakly.
"Not really. And secondly, WHAT MOVIE ARE WE SEEING?" I almost yelled, and he shushed me.
"Dude, calm the fuck down. We're going to see Conjuring."
"But, we bought tickets for Civil War…" I was still SO very confused.
"I know, but that was to get Juugo off my back. At least we get a free showing of Conjuring."
It clicked then. "WAIT. We're going to just WALK in there?!"
Kiba nodded, opening the door for me, "After you."
I hesitated, shaking my head. "Kiba, that's breaking the law. What if we get caught?"
"We won't if you stop being a bitch and just get in the theater. What are you scared?" Kiba teased and I huffed, blushing as well.
"N-No! I just...I don't wanna get in trouble. What if my dad finds out?"
"Dude...come on. Just live a little. I've got your back. Trust me…" He looked into my eyes and I couldn't help but melt, and nod.
I weakly entered, grabbing the Red Vines from the stack of snacks in Kiba's arms.
"Hey! Don't eat all of them without me!" Kiba followed me in and the door shut behind us.
We sat in the center row of the theater, one of the best seats in the house. There were barely any seats, luckily we did get those; I loved movies, don't get me wrong, but I was really scared about two things:
One: the movie itself.
And two: the fact that we were illegally seeing the movie in front of us.
The whole thing felt...rebellious. And wrong. But...so right at the same time. Was this what it was like to be a little bad? I...I wasn't sure how I felt, but I was okay for now.
Until the movie started. I instantly tensed up and felt something grab my shoulder. I jumped a bit and Kiba blinked, leaning into my ear as the movie theater darkened.
"Don't worry...if you need something to hold onto, you've got me. I'm here. None of it is real, remember that." He whispered in my ear and I nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed.
The movie opening narration came on:
"These are based on true events."
"Okay, maybe I was lying. This is very real, and you should be scared. Ghosts are fucking scary. But I'm here and I'll protect you." Kiba whispered and I groaned.
"Thanks for fucking nothing, Kiba." I whispered angrily as I sunk in my chair. My heart was pounding a hundred miles per hour as the movie started.
Multiple times, I feel as if my eternal soul had left my body; there were so many jumpscares and atmospheric terror that I just couldn't handle myself. Though, when I was super scared, I grabbed Kiba's hand or buried my face in his chest.
God, I felt like such a wimp. But I knew Kiba was digging it. Seeing as he consistently made sure that I was alright, even though he was glued to the screen most of the time. Eventually, I got used to it as well and became glued to the story presented in front of me; horror wasn't that bad it seemed.
After the movie, luckily we didn't get caught, Kiba and I left the theater. The brunet shot a glare at Juugo, who already knew what they had done, and smirked, "See yah, Juugo! Civil War was AMAZE balls~"
"Fuck you." He muttered, and Kiba laughed, getting into the car with me.
I sighed, "Well, looks like I won't be sleeping for a couple years."
"Oh, come on. It wasn't THAT bad. I mean, sure, there were some really bad parts, but overall, you liked it right?" Kiba nudged me and I rolled my eyes, reluctantly nodding.
"Thought so~ Next time, we'll do a horror movie night...just the two of us?" He suggested, waiting for my approval.
I looked over at him, and almost did a double take; was he expecting me to agree? I adjusted in the seat, "Well, as long as there's Red Vines involved...I guess it'd be fun…" I grumbled and Kiba started the engine.
"Score. Okay, I know where we are going next." Kiba said as he started driving down the street.
I flipped through his iPod, "Where? Are you taking me to an actual seance?" I joked.
I found some Pink Floyd and put on "Money", rolling down the window a bit.
"Yeah. I am." Kiba replied to my question, and I about jumped out of my seat.
"What!? No, no no no! I can't do that! Kiba please no!" I panicked, basically stumbling over my own words. Kiba laughed a bit, easing me out of my craze.
"Jesus H. Christ, calm down, Naruto! I'm KIDDING. God, what do you think I am: stupid?" Kiba asked, scoffing.
I grumbled in my seat, crossing my arms, "Maybe."
"Hey!"
"I'm kidding, Kiba." I joked back, laughing.
There was a slight silence as finally the two of us broke out into random laughter; the whole situation was stupid and crazy, but it felt right to just...laugh. We laughed basically until our bellies hurt and finally, we stopped at what seemed to be a gated off-road section near the outskirts of town.
"Where are we…?" I asked, wiping a tear from my eye; laughing really takes a toll on yah, doesn't it?
Kiba sighed, and put his car in park, getting out. He walked over to the gate and removed the chain that was keeping it shut and opened the gate.
I stuck my head out the window, "Hey, Kiba? Are you sure we can do that? I mean, it says "No Trespassing"..."
"I mean, we can do it. Does it mean we should? No. But who gives a fuck? YOLO right?" He said as he got back in the car, and drove forward.
"Never say that again. Like, ever." I said seriously in my seat, looking at him.
"Okay, sorry. Carpe diem, then?" He looked at me, and I blushed; I had forgotten how smart Kiba was under this dumb, rebellious exterior. Most kids our age wouldn't have known that YOLO was our generation's carpe diem. Of course, who really cared? I guess...that's what it meant to seize the day…?
I looked back forward and noticed we were on a cliff. I tensed up a bit more, and sniffed the air outside. "Are….are we near the ocean?"
Kiba put his car in park at the edge of the cliff, and I looked forward seeing what was ahead. In front of us, there was the beautiful ocean. It was still late afternoon, so the sun hadn't quite set in yet, but it was still refracting light beautifully off the water.
"You said you liked the beach right?" Kiba asked, pushing back his car seat so that he could stretch out his legs a bit.
I nodded, and sighed, removing my seatbelt. "I do, you're just pulling out all the stops aren't you?"
Kiba shrugged, "What can I say? I'm irresistible."
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, getting out of the car. I walked to the cliff and looked down at the beach. There were a few people down there but it wasn't very occupied. I sat down near the edge and sighed contently, thinking about my old hometown.
I was always surrounded by water, so this brought back a lot of different memories: my old friends and I heading to the ports all the time to skip rocks, swim, or even just sit and play music.
Kiba got out of the car, turning it off, and went to sit by me. He pulled his legs close to his chest and we sat in silence for a bit, listening to the waves crash against the shore.
"So…" He stated, after a couple minutes of being quiet.
I blinked, breaking out of my serene trance, and looked at him. "Yeah?"
"What was it like back in your old town...Uzu, right?"
I nodded, "Surprised you remembered," I looked back out to the ocean and sighed, "well, what can I say? It was...perfect really. I actually had more than two friends there...and I wasn't so outcasted as I feel here."
"It's only your first week. I feel like you aren't giving yourself much credit." Kiba interjected.
"What do you mean…?"
He adjusted, scooting a bit closer to me, "Look, you've got talent, Naruto. You should really look into joining clubs or like doing the musical or something. I mean, of course, we're gonna be the best band in all of Konoha, but," he stopped before shrugging, "you gotta understand. You aren't really an outcast."
That last part seemed really connected to something harsh in Kiba's mind, causing him to let out a disheartened sigh. I wasn't sure if I should've asked, but I did.
"Why are you such a bad boy…?"
"Hmm…?"
"You're so smart, you've got talents too, but you seem like you just don't care…? No offense." I said bluntly, and Kiba looked into my eyes. His genuine emotion seemed to come out, and I wasn't sure if I was prepared for the answer.
Kiba sighed in response and stretched out his legs in front of him, laying down on his back. He put his arms behind his head and looked up to the sky.
"When I was...seven, my parents seemed almost inseparable. My sister was the idolized one in the house, and even though I was the youngest and really didn't have anything to be proud of just yet, I knew I could be as good as my sister in...school, music, whatever," he paused for a moment, taking a breath, "but the one thing I always knew, was that my dad would be there to reassure that I was doing the right thing."
All I could do was listen. Was he really telling me his life story…? Maybe he did trust me that much…
"To be fair, who really knows what the right thing is when you're seven? No one. Maybe Albert Einstein or Plato. But, eh, this is not about them. I remember coming home one day, and I had been moved up in the advanced reading section of my class. I mean, in first grade, people only expected kids to read like...Captain Underpants or some shitty comics, but no, I was on Harry Potter books."
"Jeez," I could only laugh, but Kiba defended himself instantly.
"Hey! Harry Potter is one of my favorite things, fuck off." I held up my hands in defense and laughed.
"I know, I know, calm down! I like it too…go on…" I changed the subject.
Kiba relaxed again and sighed, "Anyway...I was on Harry Potter books. And so, being seven, I thought it was impressive to be reading six hundred page books, which honestly, it was. Some of the dialogue was really difficult, but I handled it like a champ. So, I come home and my sister comes with an all A's report card. She was in the sixth grade at that point, I thnik. My mom cherished that dearly, but once she heard I was basically wasting my time with fantasy books, she disregarded my accomplishment whole heartedly."
"That's awful…" I interjected and all Kiba did was nod.
"Yeah...but not my dad. No, that man came to me, picked me up and kissed my forehead. He told me that he was super proud that I could pronounce and understand big words like "institution" and "wizardry" and all the Latin spells. I thought it was the coolest thing, and he knew that about me. And I felt accomplished then," he laughed, but then his tone turned cold, "but it was a couple years later that things started to fall apart."
I adjusted how I was sitting and lain down on the grassy surface beneath me, scooting a bit closer to Kiba's body.
"My parents had gotten into a big fight about something...I can't remember. But all I do remember is that my mom kicked my dad out, and I never saw him again. It was like...a part of me was missing. When I was younger, I didn't understand, but as the year's passed, I knew that he wasn't coming back. I finally remember asking my mom what had happened and she told me straight up: "your dad cheated on me, and I kicked his lying ass out." I wasn't sure what that meant at the time, but oh, I knew soon enough."
I could tell that Kiba was starting to hit a sore spot in his story, and I cleared my throat, which had become surprisingly dry.
"So, what happened to your dad…?" I asked, scared of the answer.
Kiba sighed, and teared up a bit. "Well, two years ago, I found out that he died. From some sort of stupid cancer or what not. Something that could've been avoided...or something of the sort," he sat up a bit and wiped his eyes, "it doesn't matter though...he's in a better place now. I'm sort of mad that he never came back to even talk to me...on birthdays...or anything, but, I guess that's where all the teenage angst came from. I mean, that's sort of how "American Idiot" was written right?"
I didn't laugh with Kiba as I felt my heart was broken. "Kiba...I'm sorry…"
"No...don't apologize. You're not cancer...nor my dad. It's fine. Not your fault." He laid back down and sighed, "Anyway...enough of the downer story, it's my turn to ask a question."
I blinked, looking at him, "What…?"
"Do you wanna go swimming?"
I blinked and was almost left in the dust as the brunet removed his pants and jacket. He was left in his boxers and t-shirt as he went to the side of the cliff, where there was a wooden staircase leading down to the beach.
"H-Hey! Kiba, wait!" I watched as he went down there and I cursed under my breath, "Fuck…"
I removed my jacket and pants and shoes, then went down to the beach as well. It was a little nippy outside, but it wasn't too bad to go swimming. Kiba kicked off his shoes on the way down and laughed, "Come on, slowpoke!"
His taunting pissed me off anymore and I picked up speed, chasing him into the water. He and I basically tripped into the water, splashing into the cold ocean. We rose for air and gasped, as the cold really was freezing.
"Ahh, god! It's so cold." I shivered, my words being shaky as well.
Kiba laughed, moving his wet hair from his face. "Oh, come on, wimp. You like the ocean right?"
"Yeah, when it's warm!" I yelled, crossing my arms in front of me.
"You'll get used to it." He splashed me and I growled, splashing him back.
"Bastard!" I yelled, tackling him back into the water. We tousled in the water for a good few minutes before climbing out of the water, and onto the sandy shore. Our shirts and boxers were completely soaked and the two of us were lost in our laughter and stupor that we didn't even realize it was getting darker.
"I like you."
I finally caught my breath and looked at Kiba who was staring at me the whole time. I blushed and found myself looking into his eyes.
"Why?"
Kiba was thrown off guard and he blinked, "Uhm...you're cute. And you're honest, and innocent." I laughed.
"Really? You think I'm innocent? I mean, I just snuck into a rated-R movie and broke into a private property. Just to go almost skinny dipping with my boyfriend." I covered my mouth immediately and there was a tense silence between us.
Kiba's eyes widened and he was genuinely embarrassed, "What did you say?"
"My best friend! I said my best friend. FRIENDS that are BEST." I was a bumbling idiot at this point.
Kiba got up, and laughed, "I need to get this sand off of me. Be right back." He headed towards the water, diving in to get rid of all the sand. I wasn't sure what to do; I had just said boyfriend and he nonchalantly just walked off. What had I done? I probably just made his heart hurt even more.
I covered my face with my hands and swore absentmindedly.
"What am I thinking? I like him don't I? I fucking like him...god, what am I going to do?" I spoke into my hands, about to cry.
"How about uncovering your face, so I can kiss you?" Kiba said suddenly and I yelped, uncovering my face.
"K-Kiba…?!"
My thoughts instantly scattered into the dark depths of my mind as Kiba was on top of me, our bodies pressed together as he kissed me passionately. I couldn't close my eyes at first, as I was so shocked at the sudden move, but as it passed, I basically said...fuck it.
I started kissing back with the same amount of passion, but sloppy; I hadn't made out with anyone before. And definitely not with a boy. Kiba seemed to be somewhat knowledgeable, so I let him lead me into what now turned into French Kissing, I assumed?
His tongue traced my bottom lip as I moaned a bit; he took this opportunity to enter my mouth, and explore as my tongue had a weak wrestling match with his. I wasn't sure what to think, but my mind was in pure bliss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, wanting to feel a lot more than just his mouth.
His body and mine seemed to fit like puzzle pieces...of the wrong puzzle; but even though it felt so amateur and misfitting, it felt so right.
I bucked my hips into his. We were both apparently hard; the water made our bodies like suction cups and I could feel the body heat building up in a mere amount of seconds as he slid his hands underneath my shirt.
I arched my back, breaking the kiss for air, and looked into his eyes. "K-Kiba...w-we are in p-public...w-we should stop..People will see us…"
Kiba was panting heavily, almost like an animal in heat, "N-Naruto...people left like thirty minutes ago while we were wrestling in the water. It's all good...just...let this happen...for us…"
I nodded, unsure as we went back in for more kissing. This time, he aimed for my neck and I winced, very sensitive. Obviously, I never really knew where my sensitive spots were, but I was about to find out.
He bit down lightly and I yelped, "Kiba! Don't leave a mark, please!"
"Don't be such a baby...I won't." He muttered as he continued kissing down my neck and chin. I moaned and bit my lip. If he kept this up, I was going to cum right in my boxers. And I really didn't want any of that to happen.
Speaking of which, the Inuzuka's hand traveled down to my crotch and groped my erect cock from the inside of my boxers, and I moaned. Of course, it wasn't the first time he had done that, but it was actual skin on skin contact and I was letting it happen.
"K-Kiba…!" I moaned, unsure of what to do with my own hands or body.
Kiba ignored me and started stroking me as I pulled back; it was too much and I scurried out from underneath him, "Kiba, s-stop...p-please!"
"W-What...what's wrong?" He was panting and he looked at me, confused and hurt.
"I-I...can't...right now. I can't. I'm sorry." I stood up, my erection quickly fading away surprisingly; I headed back towards the cliffside stairs and started to tear up. What was I doing? This was going too far, and I needed it to stop.
"N-Naruto! Wait!" Kiba scurried up and I could hear him running towards me. I turned to meet him, but he pinned me up against the rocky wall.
"K-Kiba…?"
"Look, I'm sorry...but please...don't just leave…" He looked down. Our foreheads connected lightly and he started to cry a bit. "I like you...a lot. I don't want you to hate me…"
"Kiba…"
"No!" He looked into my eyes, our breathing connected as his face was so dangerous close to me. I had never seen such a mix of colors before; the tears in his eyes turned his eyes a darkish green, that was super weird. But it was alluring, and it broke my heart all at the same time.
"No...I know you don't...know...but, what we just shared, that's not straight! I'm sorry to say, but it's not. I like you, Naruto. I LIKE YOU. Why can't you just…"
"WHY CAN'T I WHAT!?" I shouted, with the threat of crying nearby. Kiba stopped crying and pulled back a bit.
"Why can't...why can't I just be gay like you?! Why can't I just break the rules or what not? Or why can't I just...let you fuck around with me…?" My shouts became less and less frantic as I started crying. My emotions were out of control: I was horny, confused, and sad. What a weird combination, but I was feeling it.
Kiba stayed silent.
"I like you. I can't deny it. I'm just scared, Kiba. You know what your mom did to you! She kicked you out. I don't have anywhere to go if mine do that," I panted, "my dad is so fucking concerned with his own reputation...you know what would happen to him? He'd get scrutinized for having a gay son! Or whatever I am...I FUCKING near broke my hand, hearing these kids talk about one of the teachers at the school. Calling him a fag and how they should get him fired…"
Kiba blinked, "Wait...what?"
"Yeah...that's why. You were too busy being adorable with the mixtures and such...but, they talked about how it was wrong being gay and that they felt uncomfortable. I got frustrated so I slammed my fist on the table...and...and." I wasn't sure where I was going with all of this, but my breathing just became so frantic that I stopped and closed my eyes.
"Naruto…"
"Kiba...stop."
"Naruto."
"What?"
"Thank you…"
There was silence, again.
"For what?"
"You stood up for me...well, people like me…" Kiba muttered, looking genuinely shocked.
I blushed and realized that I had indeed, sort of, stood up for that teacher. I didn't even know the teacher, but, I had done something. "No problem…"
I sighed and put both my hands on Kiba's cheeks, and pulled him in for a soft kiss. I knew it threw him off guard, because he sort of pulled back. But once he settled in, he kissed back. We pulled away after a couple of seconds and I sighed.
"I like you a lot...too."
Kiba blushed and laughed a bit, "Why did you run then…?"
"Like I said...I'm scared. I've never done this before. And things just started going so fast...I wasn't sure how to handle it. Plus...we're in public. We could've gotten caught, you bitch." I insulted, and he rolled his eyes in the typical Kiba way.
"Hah, well, look. How about this: I take you on a couple more dates...then after a couple of weeks, we can decide if you want to really be my boyfriend... deal?" Kiba suggested, waiting for an answer.
My mind stopped and I processed things, "Wait...more dates? Were there others?"
"Duh, what do you think this was?" Kiba laughed and pushed his forehead against mine again.
"Well? What's your answer?" He asked again, and I sighed.
"Sure...that sounds good to me...though, can we like, get back home or something? I'm super cold and like these clothes are really wet." I insisted, and he laughed.
"Yeah sure whatever." He started walking away but I pulled him back, grabbing his arm. I turned him towards me and kissed him again.
He moaned a bit and sighed, pulling back. "You can't do that."
"Uh, why not?" I asked, whining a bit.
"You have to wait until after a couple of dates. What do I look like? A cheap whore? Pfft." He walked towards his shoes and picked them up as he walked up the stairs and back to the car. I rolled my eyes and followed him.
I could already tell this was the start of a budding friendship...well, something more obviously. But, I still had a feeling something wasn't right.
I wasn't sure why, but I still felt as if I wasn't completely into it...maybe Kiba's idea would help. I was definitely willing to give it more than a second thought.
Well, here's to more confusion! Hope you guys are all ready for this…
A/N: I'm glad I can be back with you guys! I hope this chapter was well worth the long wait. I do plan on finishing this, as I have found my inspiration again. So I hope you stick around and bring in a new crowd of readers. Like, share, and follow :)
