I stepped out of the cab in nothing but a hot pink bikini with an indigo sarong tied around my hips. In the evening light, I tugged my hair back and quickly braided into a French braid, even though Hanabi told me not to. Shaking off my jitters, I mused over why I had bothered to come. It was like anyone would really notice a shy girl wandering into the backyard in nothing but a hot pink bikini with a sarong around her hips.
My hot pink high-heeled flip-flops clicked against the ground as I walked through the front door. The halls were glittering and I could see at the end of the hall the legendary glass sliding doors that led out to Kiba's patio. Akamaru sat in front of the doors, getting the occasional pat on the head and belly rub. The sound of a loud bass was going, along with some rap song in English. No doubt, Kiba had picked this song and I knew for a fact he had probably boot legged it. He probably had Shino help him do it . . .
"Hinata?!"
I whipped around to see Eyor coming down the stairs beside me. As usual, her dark brown hair was in a braid down to her tiny waist and her cleavage was practically bursting out her robin's egg blue bikini. But she had on a white short-sleeve zip up hoodie slung across her shoulders and her black eyes glittering like jems.
"Hiya!" she grinned, swinging a toned leg over the stair banister. And in one go, she sliding down the banister, like she was ten again. But that's Eyor. She makes kiddy things look like they belong in a rated R movie.
"Where have you been!?" she said, her voice booming around the empty house. "The party started at noon sharp! It's like five now!"
I blinked; that soon? No one had told me it was going to start that early! Hell, I thought I was actually coming early at five. But I guess not . . . Self-consciously, I crossed my arms over my chest, mumbling a lame excuse of being late. But I got cut off when she squealed and tugged me along.
We burst through the sliding doors and she wrapped an arm around my waist, booming loudly, "The Hyuga is in da building!"
Everyone cheered and rooted as she gently pushed me towards the stairs. I could feel every man's eyes on my large chest and gratefully, they switched to Eyor's, which had to be a size bigger than mine. Sometimes she complained about them being too big but I've seen grown men fawning over her chest and know for a fact that boobs can never be a size too big.
Eyor wiggled past my, shimmying her way through the crowd. "Go Hinata! Go Hinata! Go Hinata!"
"Hina-chan!" Kiba scooped my up in a hug, in nothing but shorts and a sleeveless rocker tee, his hair messy as ever. "Where have you been?! We've been waiting for you! It ain't a party unless Hime is here!"
"H-hime?" I eyed him as he nodded, whistling at a group of skinny girls in outrageous colors. "Who's 'Hime'?"
"You! It's your new nickname! Everyone knows you're Hiashi's daughter! Hey, Mini, care to play?!" He ran off and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I had never ever been to a high school party. I had never drunk beer and God knows I have never been in a bikini. Maybe when I was like three because bikinis are cute on figureless three-year-olds.
"Hyuga, that's quite the outfit."
I turned around, getting ready to throw a bunch of curse words at the man behind me but stopped. I was staring at . . .
Uchiha Sasuke.
The blood rushed to my cheeks and I nodded. "Um, t-thanks, I t-think."
He raised an eyebrow, eyeing my either my chest or my bikini. "I would have never taken you for one to wear such a shocking color."
Consciously, I played with my hair. "H-Hanabi made me. I wanted something simple and white, but she said if it was a high-school party, I needed to stand out."
I felt like such a loser. Here I was, talking to the hottest guy in school and I'm babbling about my sister's clothing advice. Who the in their right mind babbles about their sister's clothing advice? That's right, big, dumb losers. God, why not you just brand my forehead with an L and let the masses stone me to death?
So I grabbed the first little red cup I saw and through back the contents. It was vodka, and boy did it burn. But I choked it down and blinked back my tears, earning in impressive look from Sasuke. I was going to prove I could be just as laid back as the rest of this beer drinking, bikini sporting, babe watching, gyrating fools.
Grabbing another one, I shoved past him and felt like the world was spinning. I talked to people I've never seen before. I was pulled into multiple dances with girls and guys I've never spoken to. I was handed beer after vodka after wine cooler after tequila shot and lost count of how many actually.
Then around, maybe ten thirty, when I was feeling the full effects of my wine-cooler, was I pulled into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Now, don't get me wrong, I've kissed tons of guys. That's a lie, I know, but I've kissed at least three. I can even name them . . . Well, no I can't but I know what happened.
There was one in my summer camp, when I was thirteen and the other two were at Kiba's birthday party when he was turning sixteen. That was also the first time he ever actually threw a party when Tsume, his mom, wasn't home. She was actually out at her vet clinic very late so by the time she got home at two in the morning, everyone had left and Kiba was unconscious in bed.
Anyways, I was pretty hammered, and when you're as drunk as I am, with no tolerance to alcohol, it's pretty funny watching the room spin and trying to mash lips with people you've never met before. but I was pulled down into the circle on the grass, the sound of people swimming in the pool far off from me, even thought they were only a good ten meters away.
"Okay," Yamanaka Ino slurred, her blond hair twinkling in the light from the pool and lanterns Kiba had set up. "We're gonna play this game and I'm going to chose the first two to go in the shed, okay?"
There was mild wooing and cheering and Ino squinted, fixing her turquoise bikini. "Okay, I chose . . ." She twisted around abruptly and pointed to the first guy she saw. "You with . . . Hinata!"
I blinked and stumbled over to look at who she was pointing to. And sobered up pretty quickly and as best as I could. There was Sasuke, looking at us as if to "Why the fuck is this drunk bitch talking to me?"
Ino quickly grabbed his hand and took my wrist, shoving us into the tiny, empty shed the resembled so much of a closet. "Seven Minutes in Heaven! And don't you forget it either!"
She slammed the door and I squeaked, because being locked in total darkness for seven minutes was scary.
"Oh, that's what she was doing," I heard Sasuke say.
Groping around, I managed to find his chest (smooth, toned, sculpted, abs!) and gulped. I was not going to jump this man. I was not going to hump him mercilessly. I was not going to make him-
"Hyuga, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I heard myself say and was surprised by the slurring. "It's just that I'm locked in a shed with the hottest of the male species and don't know what to do with my hands."
He stepped closer, pinning me to the wall, much to my horror/pleasure. Horror because I realized I didn't know how to kiss. Pleasure because I knew I was about to hook up with the hottest man on earth. And also because I was completely sure that this would help me get over Naruto. I'm pretty sure the blond wouldn't mind me hooking up with his best friend since he seems to have forgotten that he dumped me at the dance in the first place.
His lips pressed against mine and I hardened mine against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. That's about all I knew. And then his tongue licked my lips and I went with the flow. I didn't know whether it was because I was drunk with beer of if I was drunk with pleasure but after what seemed like a long time and many gasps and moans, the door opened and I had to pull back.
He smirked and I pulled off a drunken smile, stumbling into a shocked Eyor who promptly began squealing. She dragged me away from the group, babbling about the "hawt guy" and how Kiba "is so gonna blow his damn lid!" I wasn't complaining. I had just been caught by half the yard sucking face with Sasuke. And I was feeling pretty good. Pretty good.
Eventually, Neji came to get me around twelve or maybe it was two, I couldn't remember as he dragged me away from grinding with two awesome guys. I managed to wave to Shino and Kiba before realizing Sasuke. I hadn't talked to him all night.
My stomach dropped and I tore out of Neji's grasp. I had to get his number. And then I'd go home. I heard Neji's yelling and darted around the yard, hoping I'd get to see that beautiful god again, but didn't, until I turned around.
He was standing right there, his arm slung around another pretty, but drunk girl's shoulder. She pointed to my chest and I looked down, managing to find out I had gotten a hickey on my right breast. (Where the hell that came from, I don't know, but so help me God if Neji or Hiashi found out.)
"What are you looking for Hyuga?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow, his hand stuffed into the pocket of his cargo shorts.
I wiggled my toes in the grass, ignoring the sting behind my eyes. "Lost my shoes. And the little thingy around my waist. I have to find them 'cause I gotta go home now."
"Oh!" the blond (with the gray eyes! I know her!) exclaimed, pointing back inside. "Eyor dumped them on the couch for you! Did you know she and Shino hooked up? Not like hooked up hooked up but like were caught making out in there? I wouldn't sit on the loveseat if I were you!"
I laughed at her joke to make her feel better and probably to show I wasn't resentful, but I booked it the minute I could. Did I actually believe he wouldn't be after another girl right after kissing me? I bet that arm's been around at least seventeen girls just in this night and his lips been on another one-hundred in the last month.
But right now, all I was trying to do was not cry.
I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry.
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"Hinata, this is ridiculous!" were the first words out of Hiashi's mouth the minute I walked through the front door.
I cringed, holding my shoes in my hands, with sarong tied around my hips, like before. It brushed the floor and was see-through so it did nothing to hide the fact that I was wearing an ultra low-rise bikini bottom that seemed like nothing. It hugged my butt and made it seem perkier and I knew Hiashi wasn't happy the minute I wore it to show him.
"I let you go out to a party and you come back hammered?!" He scowled, and I cringed because of the ringing in my ears and the throbbing in my head. "I expect more from you! You're supposed to be setting an example for your younger sister! Not coming home at three in the morning! Drunk, with a bunch of hickeys all over your body!"
I cringed again before tears filled my eyes. "I'm sorry daddy, but I'm not in the mood. I hooked up a guy today and know for a fact that he doesn't remember at all, so please don't be so loud."
I sniffled and he looked at me then to Neji behind me before sighing and shaking his head. "Go to bed Hinata. I'll talk to you in the morning."
"Okay." I shuffled past him and up the stairs, letting my tears fall once I was out of sight. I felt like a loser, a perfect end to an almost-but-not-quite perfect day. Now all I needed with a bad reputation and several magazines.
I'm not gonna cry hard. I'm not gonna cry hard. I'm not gonna cry hard.
Eyor! Sounds hot! XDDD
Shino! Hooked up with Eyor! Oh Snap!
Hinata! Hooked up with Sasuke and is now heartbroken!
Hot damn! I'm a mean bitch! You weren't expecting that, were ya?
Don't worry! It get's better! And betta all the time! X3 R&R Please and Thank You!
