Sarada was standing on the rink, skates already on and ready to go, growing more annoyed by the minute that Boruto was late for practice. He was never late, at least not without warning her.

She thought about going to her phone to call him repeatedly until he showed up when suddenly, the doors swung open, and in strolled Boruto, laughing obnoxiously with a girl Sarada didn't recognize under his arm.

Blue eyes flickered to her before he refocused on the girl he was with.

"It's been fun, but I have to say bye now," he told her before one of his hands tangled into her brunette hair and guided her lips to his, kissing her deeply.

Sarada's eyes widened at the sight of Boruto unabashedly tonguing some random girl in public, in front of her no less.

She recoiled like he had just slapped her in the face, but her surprise quickly morphed into anger the longer he kissed that other girl.

Sarada was seething at the idea that her witnessing this was his exact intention. But what the fuck was he trying to prove?!

That he was hot shit?

That he could get any girl?!

That she wasn't… special…?

Her fists clenched, burying the ache in her chest with rage. She was ready to storm out of the ice complex, cursing his name, when he finally pulled away. The brunette's cheeks were flushed and her lips pink from the sudden and vigorous make out.

"I'll see you around," Boruto smirked and slapped the girl's ass as she walked away.

Sarada was so appalled by him in that moment. What was his fucking problem?

She knew she was supposed to act too cool to care, she had literally told him who he slept with was none of her business, but she couldn't control the anger fuming inside her.

"Who the fuck was that?" Sarada all but screamed the second the door closed behind that floozy. Her arms crossed over her chest with impatience.

"Oh her? She's just a friend of mine from the gymnastics team," Boruto shrugged as he laced his skates with a nonchalance that Sarada found particularly irritating. "She's kinda clingy, but really flexible if you know what I mean."

Sarada's brow furrowed in disgust at the salacious grin he wore as he skated out onto the ice next to her. "What's wrong, Sarada?"

As if he didn't know…

"You seem tense," he husked, his hands grabbing at her waist. She could hardly believe he had the audacity to touch her after that display. "Are you mad I didn't give you any attention last night?"

She felt her eye twitch, remembering how she hadn't come over because he said he was busy.

Now, she knew with what… or rather who.

Boruto leaned in closer, despite her efforts to push him away, and whispered, "We could go sneak away to the bathroom and I could take care of you, right now."

The suggestion made her blush despite herself but she mustered the strength to shove him off of her (that or he finally stopped resisting her pushing).

"What is wrong with you!?" she scowled.

"What?"

His calm response only made her more frustrated. He skated around her in circles, amusement twinkling in his blue eyes even as she glared at him.

"I'm just trying to help you relax, Sarada. You've always expressed an appreciation for — what'd you call it — my skills. You know I'll take good care of you, I always do."

"Oh yeah?! And did you take good care of your fucking gymnast friend, too?!" she spat.

"So what if I did?" Boruto challenged, stopping behind her. His hands grabbed her waist again as he whispered against her neck. "Do you have a problem with that?"

Sarada squirmed out of his hold before turning around and shoving him away. "I couldn't possibly care less!"

He raised a brow like he didn't believe her, but she was quick to change the subject. "We need to work on your triple axel, it's still fucking trash!"

She swore he must have been practicing his triple axel without her because suddenly he could do it smoothly. Which was great for them, really... except Sarada was hoping for a good excuse to scream at him the entirety of practice.

She was still seething over Boruto's repugnant little display and overly cavalier behavior two hours later. She couldn't bear conversing with him after their practice and stomped out of the ice complex, too angry to even form the right words to tell him how stupid he was.

By that evening, she couldn't let go of the fury stewing in her gut, so Sarada prepared a nice little speech about what annoying, immature pig Boruto was. She knocked on his door, ready to scream it in his face, only to be shocked when he didn't answer.

Instead, it was a girl.

And not the brunette from that afternoon.

The busty redhead who answered was wearing nothing but one of Boruto's shirts that hung loosely on her small frame and left her slender legs on display. Her long wavy hair was a little tousled and a fresh-looking hickey marred her pale neck.

"You're not a pizza," she said, tilting her head to the side and blinking dumbly at Sarada.

"Uhh, sorry... wrong house..." she mumbled, before running away as quickly as she could.

The following day at practice, Sarada gave Boruto the silent treatment. Her rage over his recent behavior and his overt flaunting of other women had simmered into scarily calm indignation.

She told herself it wasn't about him being with other girls, because she wasn't allowed to be mad about that. It was about the way he threw them in her face, and for what?

Sarada resented that what she had thought was fun, hot sex was clearly boring him so much that he felt the need to seek other partners.

Then again maybe it wasn't the sex, maybe it was her…

Maybe he just wasn't attracted to her anymore, because…

It felt like her mind tortured her with a never-ending list of her flaws to cite as the reason Boruto didn't want her anymore. With a few deep breaths, Sarada tried to suppress the jealousy and feelings of inadequacy, and just focus on the anger.

That night she reluctantly accepted Boruto's invitation to come over, deciding to call him out on all his bullshit and demand an explanation and an apology.

She was not going to get overly emotional, she was not going to scream, and she was definitely not going to just let this go.

When she arrived, she decided to knock even though lately, she had been letting herself in when he was expecting her. Boruto didn't ask why she hadn't used her key when he opened the door and just turned back inside, expecting her to follow.

Sarada was even more irritated that he was acting so normal as if he saw no problem with the way he had been behaving.

"You want a drink?" he questioned as he casually peered into the fridge.

"No," she said flatly, still standing in the middle of the entryway. Her arms crossed over her chest in a no-nonsense pose.

He closed the fridge and crossed the room, observing her stone-cold countenance with calculating blue eyes.

"Oh, by the way, are these yours?" Boruto asked and held up a pair of slutty panties that she was sure he knew full well did not belong to her.

It felt like he was baiting her, but Sarada couldn't hold herself back and her carefully tamed temper erupted like a volcano.

"No!" she snapped with venom laced in her voice. "They probably belong to that skank you had over or maybe your fucking gymnast!"

"That was you at the door last night, wasn't it?" he asked with a sardonic laugh. "I had a feeling."

He casually tossed the panties aside and took a step towards her. Sarada's brow furrowed as she took a step back away from him.

"If you were bored of sleeping with me, you could have just said so," she frowned, trying to stomp down the insecurity festering in her stomach.

"Who says I'm bored of you," Boruto smirked as he closed the distance between them, and Sarada backed up until her back hit the wall.

She took deep breaths, willing away the frustrated tears that were threatening her eyes. She couldn't cry, she was supposed to be too cool to care about him being with anyone else.

She had mentally prepared for this exact situation, but when actually faced with the reality of being right about him, all the walls Sarada put up didn't save her from any of the heartache.

"What are you even doing, Boruto?" she muttered, so terribly confused by the way he was acting.

He loomed over her, one of his hands braced against the wall, his expression unreadable.

"I don't know what you mean," Boruto replied and leaned closer to kiss her. Sarada turned her head to dodge his lips, but that didn't stop him. He kissed her neck and pawed at her waist, pinning her against the wall.

She was usually so quick to give into him, but in that moment his touch made her feel so gross. Sarada tried to squirm out his hold and frowned. "Stop! I'm trying to talk to you!"

Her body tensed at the unamused chuckle he exhaled against her ear. "Did you really come here to talk or did you come here to fuck?"

Her eyes clenched shut as she shook her head and cried, "Why are you acting so sleazy all of the sudden?!"

"All of the sudden?!" Boruto reared his head back with a fury in his blue eyes that genuinely surprised her. That indifferent fuckboy caricature discarded by the wayside.

What the fuck did he have to be mad about?! He was the one who was being such a fucking prick.

"I was under the impression this is how you've always thought I acted!" he sneered.

"Don't be obtuse!" Sarada spat, her brows pinched together in frustration. "These girls you've clearly been fucking is a new thing! You told me you weren't sleeping with anyone else!"

"How do you know I wasn't lying?! Huh?" he shouted in her face. "You think you're so fucking smart, but how do you know I haven't been whoring around behind your back this entire time?!"

Dark eyes widened in shock. The emphasis in his words made it painfully clear that her offhanded remarks were what had sparked this behavior.

"You… You're trying to hurt me!" she accused.

"How could I possibly hurt you, Sarada?!" She flinched as his fist slammed against the wall next to her. "You have no feelings for me, remember?! You said that a million times! So please, enlighten me! Why the fuck do you care?!"

"I…" Sarada exhaled a shuddering breath, overwhelmed with a jumble of contradictory thoughts and emotions.

Her face felt uncomfortably hot as her lips failed to form any words.

She could barely breathe, trapped in Boruto's burning blue gaze.

Tears welled up in her stormy eyes.

"I don't care," she forced out.

He turned his head away from her, his eyes closed and features pinched in… hurt?

Boruto sighed out a heavy breath as he pushed off the wall and muttered, "you should leave."

Sarada still managed to scowl as tears fell down her cheeks. "No! We're not done talking about this! I'm not leaving until you explain why you're such a fucking asshole!"

"Fine, then I'll leave!" Boruto declared, swiping up his jacket and slamming the door behind him. Leaving a teary-eyed Sarada standing alone in the middle of his apartment.

That late at night the ice complex was dead quiet, save for the distant sound of a vacuum cleaner. The music that always played quietly in the background was off, making the place feel especially empty. No one was there besides the few staff and Boruto.

He stood alone on the ice, shuffling a puck back and forth with his hockey stick before slapping at the goal.

He missed.

Again.

The puck bounced off the back wall and skittered to a stop next to all his other failed attempts.

But that wasn't really what made him feel like such a fucking loser. Boruto sighed to himself, reaching with his stick to pull another puck in front of him and prepped for another shot.

Surprise! He missed.

"That shot was literal shit."

The sound of that familiar deep voice startled Boruto and he quickly turned around. Sasuke was leaning against the thick divider that surrounded the rink.

There was a silent moment between them as dark eyes observed Boruto's apparent melancholy.

"Are you doing okay?" Sasuke asked.

"No."

A/N: I know this is what a lot of you expected him to do, but it still hurts! ahh! As always, thank you so much for reading! I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts and reactions to this chapter in the comments! What do you think Sarada will do next?!