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The Sitter
Chapter 3 Part 4
The second time I made love to Kakashi was after the fall Homecoming dance. We did it in the backseat of his car, and it lasted only a minute or two, and I wondered what all the fuss was about. I think I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been so worried about staining my dress.
(A/N: Don't kill me people… I know I promised no more… but… lower the torches and swords… a-and we'll try to talk it out…(everyone glares) 'Gulps'… sorry!(runs away))
Kakashi and I had been going together for such a short time. I guess I made love to him that night because Dawn Fregosi and Amy Kruschek – my two best pals and confidantes- said they planned to get laid after the Homecoming. I n fact, they were double-dating, and the plan was for the four of them to do it at Dawn's house because her parents were in Florida - in the same bed side by side.
I was surprised about Amy because she said she'd never really done it, not even with Johnny Harmon, whom she was crazy about. She said she only gave blow jobs because that wasn't really sex.
So I don't know if it ever happened. I had a feeling maybe Amy had wimped out. But I didn't get the whole story because Dawn and Amy never talked about it, and I felt weird bringing it up, even though I thought about it a lot.
I want competitive with Amy and Dawn. I liked them and even trusted them, which is a hard thing in high school. But I always wondered why they wanted to be my friend. I never really accepted the fact that I was part of their crowd. I always felt as if I were some kind of an impostor that was just passing for cool and someday they would find me out and expose me, humiliate me in some way, and then never talk to me again.
Typical high school bullshit, right?
Of course, we went to the Homecoming dance as a goof. Everyone I knew did. We were way cool and above such things as school dances, above everything. There was nothing we couldn't sneer at.
Except boys. We took them seriously, God knows.
Before the prom, Amy, Dawn , and I met at Dawns house, and we put on our makeup in the dark. That's right. In the dark. Because, you see, we knew it would be dark at the dance. So we put on our makeup with the lights off to make sure we looked good in the dark.
We didn't think it was crazy. We thought it was totally necessary.
Kakashi was a fabulous dancer. He had a natural grace. He moved so well, and it looked so easy for him. The same kind of grace he had on the basketball court when he'd stop and seem to fly back through the air as he sent up his jump shots.
He was very funny all night, dancing crazy, being silly, being a parody of a Homecoming dace date. But during one slow dance, where we held each other and danced so close, I could feel him pressing against me, pressing against me. And I know how the night would end.
Yes, I was excited. Because it was Kakashi. Silver, graceful Kakashi, who was so funny, who had picked me.
If only we'd had a place to go. If only it had lasted longer.
After that night, Kakashi acted as if he owned me. And that's when it started – and when my feelings started to change. I didn't know it then. I didn't figure it out till much later.
But those two uncomfortable, sloppy minutes in the car changed everything.
Of course I still cared about Kakashi. Of course I was still so thrilled and amazed that he had picked me. But did I really want to be owned? No. Did I want to be a possession, like one of those silly chrome basketball trophies he kept on his dresser?
Not Really.
I didn't like the way he slid his arm around me when he came up to me in school. I'd be talking to someone, and there would be Kakashi, grabbing me, wrapping his arm around my neck, roping me in like a runaway calf.
Yes, suddenly there were things I didn't like. Even while he was kissing me, his hand under my sweater so gentle but needy, even with the excitement of being so special to someone, there were things I didn't like.
Why were his lips so mushy and wet? Did he really think it was sexy to slobber all over me?
Later, I felt guilty about every complaint.
Our whole time together was so short, so damned short, like the two minutes in the back seat of his car. I should have had more. More of Kakashi. More time.
And now, there he was in front of my car in Sag Harbor, stepping out of the dime store.
I shoved the car door open – slamming the car parked next to me.
"Kakashi-! Hey!"
He turned. Did he see me?
He had a white plastic in his hand. He tucked it under his arm and started to jog down the sidewalk.
"Kakashi- wait!"
I lurched out the door. Forgot about the seat belt. It jerked me back. I fumbled to unfasten myself.
"Kakashi? Hey – Kakashi?"
I saw his silver hair. Saw him dodge two bent old men with canes. The sidewalk was crowded. People moved slowly, window-whopping, chatting casually.
I saw the silver hair; saw the white bag in his arms.
Was he running from me? Why was he running away?
I leaped from the car and took off, my sneakers thudding the pavement.
Forgetting about Konohamaru. Leaving the car door open.
"Kakashi-?"
"Look out!" a voice shouted, and a lanky teenager in an open Hawaiian shirt roared past my feet on a skateboard.
I stumbled back, into a display sign in front of a clothing store.
"Kakashi, please!"
People were staring now.
I stopped. He had vanished again.
I grabbed the back of a bench. Gripped it with both hands, leaning all my weight on it, and waited for my heart to stop pounding against my chest, waited for the sidewalk to stop tilting and swaying.
Kakashi vanished again.
But couldn't be Kakashi, I told myself, still sucking in air still searching the crowded sidewalk.
Kakashi vanished seven years ago.
Kakashi died, Hinata. He's dead. So you've got to stop seeing him. You. Have. To. Stop.
My shrink back in Madison told me I'd stop thinking about Kakashi someday. He said one day I'd stop seeing him. One day I'd put my ghosts to rest.
I believed him then. I really did. But I didn't believe him anymore.
My ghost was back.
I stood up. Pushed back the hair that had fallen over my face. Took a deep breath and started to back to the car.
I saw Konohamaru still sitting in the passenger seat. He was fooling with the dials on the dashboard. The driver's door hung open. I shut the door and made my way over to Konohamaru's side to let him out.
A horn honked. Someone shouted my name.
I turned and saw Kiba, his head sticking out of his black SUV, waving to me. "Hey, Hinata. Hi!"
I wanted to scream, but I held it back. I balled my hands into tight fists and stormed up to Kiba.
"You- you shit!" I shrieked. "How could you call me? How could you face me?"
He froze for a second. Then his face reddened as his smile faded. He blinked at me, acting confused, acting as if he didn't understand. "Whoa, Hinata. Please-"
"You tried to kill me!" I cried. I slammed my fist on his card door.
Bad idea. Pain shot up my arm.
"Kill you?" He kept the confused look on his face. "Hey, I'm sorry. I came on a little strong last night. I was a little ripped, I guess. I didn't mean to give that guy a hard time."
"Kiba, you shit! You liar!" I banged my fists against his car again.
People were now staring. I didn't care.
"You crazy shit! You bumped us off the road. You could have killed us."
I glimpsed Konohamaru in the car. He had his hands pressed over his ears.
"I what?" Kiba gave me the innocent, wide eyes, baby boy look. "I bumped you? Have you fucking lost it, Hinata?"
"I'm calling the police. I'm going to file a complaint, Kiba. You used your car as a weapon. You followed us. You crashed into us again and again. You tried to kill us."
"You're fucking crazy. I mean it. I didn't follow you. Why would I follow you? I drove back to the house I'm staying at. I never followed you."
"You liar!" I creamed. "Of course you deny it now. You tried to kill me. Of course you deny it."
I jumped back as he shoved open the door and slid out of the car. "You think I would dent up my new SUV? Huh? You think you're so hot, I'd dent up my new car for you? Is that what you think? Here. Take a look."
He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me to the front of the car.
"Take a look. Check it out. You see any dents anywhere? Go ahead. Look. You say I bumped you again and again? You want to accuse me? Take a good look, Hinata. You see any scratches? You see any marks on the car?"
I leaned down and examined the front of the car.
No.
No marks on the bumper. No scratches or dents on the fenders. The headlights okay, not cracked. No marks anywhere. The chrome shiny and new. The bumpers spotless.
"You want to call the police on me again? You really think I'm a fucking murderer? You gonna call the police again? Look at the car, Hinata. Look at the fucking car. I didn't follow you. You're crazy."
He bumped me out of the way and climbed back behind the wheel.
And then it hit me; I'm crazy.
He's right. I'm crazy.
The car was spotless. Not the tiniest speck on it.
I stood up straight and took a deep breath. "You could have gotten it fixed," I muttered.
"When? At two on a Saturday night? Yeah. Lots of garages open then."
"Just stay away from me, Kiba." My voice broke. "Just stay away from me, get it?"
"No problem," he said. He didn't say it angrily. He said it wearily, defeated. "No problem Hina. I'm real sorry . I was crazy about you, you know. You want to turn me in to the police for that? Go ahead."
He rolled up his window. Then he squealed away. I saw the policewoman at the crosswalk turn angrily and watch the SUV roar down Main Street.
I stood there at the curb, feeling dazed.
It had to be Kiba in the black SUV last night. It had to be Kiba crashing into us, hitting us, bumping us until we slid into the woods.
But the car would have scratches. Even a tall SUV would have marks on the bumpers, some sign of the impacts.
And if it wasn't Kiba…
If it wasn't Kiba…
Who?
I climbed back into the car. I started the engine. I was halfway out of the parking space when I realized I'd forgotten to pick up the groceries for Anko.
I pulled back into the space. I turned and saw Konohamaru staring at me.
I'm sorry I was screaming back there," I said. "I- had a misunderstanding with someone I know. You know. An argument? It was no big deal."
His dark eyes were so wide. He slender face was so pale.
"Konohamaru, are you okay?" I asked.
To my shock, he unbuckled himself, scrambled onto my lap and wrapped me in a tight hug.
I had to park on the street at the Harpers' house. The gardeners truck stood halfway up the drive behind Asuma's SUV. Five or six men in sweat drenched T-shirts were working over the front yard, weeding, trimming plants, cutting the patches off tall grass.
Konohamaru helped me carry the grocery bags inside. Asuma met us in the front hall. "Oh, good. Here you are," he said.
"Put it in the kitchen. Anko will be home soon."
We set the bags down on the kitchen counter. Asuma slapped Konohamaru a high-five. "How's it going bud? How was the whaling museum?"
For a moment, I thought Konohamaru might speak. But no. He flashed his dad a thumbs-up. Then he grabbed an Oreo off the plate on the counter and hurried from the room.
Asuma flashed me a thumbs-up. "I think Konohamaru like it. That's great. I haven't seen him so enthusiastic in weeks." He started pawing through one of grocery bags; then he stopped. "Oh. I almost forgot, Hinata. They dropped off your cat."
"Lucky's here?"
Asuma pointed to the kitchen door. "Yes. He came about an hour ago. He's in the carrier. On the deck."
Lucky! Yes!
I dashed out to the deck, letting the screen door slam behind me. I was so happy. I'd missed my old cat so much.
"Lucky! It's me!" I called, running across the deck.
His travel carrier was near the steps.
"Lucky! Hey, Lucky! Remember me?"
I dropped down beside the carrier. I unlatched the door in the side.
"Lucky?"
I lowered my head to the door and peered inside.
Whoa. No cat? I saw a fuzzy, black ball.
No. Wait. Oh, wait.
I halted. My body stiffened up. I body shivered. I felt something warm around my eyes.
The eyes. Two glassy eyes stared back at me.
Lucky's eyes.
The mouth open, purple tongue drooping out.
Oh, Lucky…
My poor cat, my poor beloved old cat.
I couldn't move. I couldn't stop staring.
Staring at Lucky's head on the floor of the carrier.
Just his head.
Sadness revolves around Hinata. Her beloved cat dead. Who would do such a thing? What will Hinata do now? How is behind this horrible act? Read and Find out. Next time on The Sitter.
I call Animal cruelty! How cruel! Who would do such a thing to poor Lucky? Sigh…
Hope you enjoyed… remember… there is another chapter coming up soon… since I didn't write one last week I think… and even if I somehow did… I will still write another one… because of you… the readers and fans.
Poll Section
This poll is for the name of my soon to make story… I want you the fans to tell me what name you like the most. So… vote please.
A.) Frozen Memories
B.) Memories of Love… er… too mushy…
C.) Love to be no more
D.) Your names suck! Let the master show you how it's done! It shall be called (Add a good name).
E.) I see your problem. I guess you should name it (Add name). I love your story a lot!
F.) Can I bear your children RD-san?
I'll let the fans decide what it shall be called. So help me out and help. (If anyone puts F… can I get your phone number?… lol just kidding… it'll be a little too weird… besides… I would probably die of a nose bleed… hehe…)
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Mbshadow:… Sigh… I bet you are very mad right?... Sorry man… I took some time off… I'm getting a little fed up with school… sigh… (Grins) Five days?... Lucky… I verly have a half an our to play… curse you! You stand on freedom… while I stand on Little Ceasar Slaver!... T.T…
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Lovelyanime: It kills? (Checks over computer for information) Oh god! You're right… Hmm… I wonder why Naruto want me to draw that in your face… oh well…
You can show me… B-but… don't do it so well… I'm not as stupid as Naruto… I'll probably blush and faint too…
Naruto: Hey! I resent that! I'm not stupid! Just… don't notice things like that…
RD: That makes you stupid…
Naruto: Hmph…
Nope! He'll never dare rise up against me! Yeah! It will be a great hit! Halo 3 was for all 360 fans… Brawl… is for all Wii fans… If you don't buy it via internet… or skip school the day it comes out… its almost positive… that you wont get the game any time soon.. hehe…
Leo: W-well… since U-chan is asking nicely… sure! I'll forgive ya U-chan! You too LA-senpai! Did you get my gift? It was in a little bag… I left it in your room's bed.
RD: Hey! I'm not mean! I'm just a good cool older brother… hehe! W-what?... Er how did you find out about that?... Dang you Leo… Wait… what did you do with Naruto? I need him for my AMV… T.T…'sobs' you ruined my AMV LA-chan… I'll guess I'll have to use Kiba now… sigh…
Hey look! A pikachu! No Pikachu! That's not ketchup! It's my Gatorade! (Licks LA's face too…and turns all green) Bwah! That was horrible! You forgot the sugar! And the flavor! T.T I wont accept food from you LA-chan… you're trying to poison me….
Leo: Eh?... How did you hear our conversation!? You weren't around… I checked!
RD: Told ya she wouldn't like you insulting him…
No LA-chan… you didn't really flame me… but if you check on the review… there is 2 little stars working as censors… which cover up bad words… so… I was just confused and messing with ya… hehe .…
Did you see my artwork too LA-chan?... I tried my best to show off… but they're not that good… since I'm a newbie at this and all…
You can dress as you want LA-chan! It probably wouldn't be a good Idea If you dressed up like Hina-chan… and Hina-chan dressing like you… I-I mean… you look so alike and all… (Hinata and LA both switch clothes) See! I cant tell the difference… just imagine what would happen if…
Leo: U-chan! I'll finally reveal my feelings! (Goes up and kisses 'Hinata')
OP-kun walks up to 'Stephanie' and starts poking her sides
RD: Err… dude… that's not who you think it is…
Hinata: No one but my family has ever touched me like that! (Shuugo Hakke Roku Jyuu Yonshou! )
RD: 0.0 run! Every man for himself!
(Panting)
Phew… that was close… what do you mean I'm mean?... It's fun! Hearing them all happy and suddenly they leave crying… bwahahaha! Sweet Sweet Screams… It'll be soo hilarious if one faints or wets themselves…hehe…
You cant blame me… Hinata is already used to be looked at around her family… except for those who are her age… like Neji… or Kiba… or Leo… wait what? (Looks at Leo staring)
RD: You are dead gaki…
Naruto: You get the top… I'll get his legs…
Leo: Gulps… Why are the three of you looking at me like that?...(Stares at LA, RD, and Naruto) I understand RD and Naruto… but why you Senpai… I didn't do anything to you… unless you are mad that I kissed U-chan… she'll like me more than Naruto! S-she just fainted when I finished giving her the kiss… U-chan is sooo cute!
Lol…. Got you with my prank… hehe… you feel embarrassed?... hahahaha… don't be embarrassed LA-chan… because there will actually be a lemon… but I wont tell in which chapter… because my story also deals with suspense…. So… suspense time!! Bwahaha!