Sorry for the confusion, but I decided right off the bat for part 2, Hinata's pov is best. Because this chapter is covering so much, its also going to be a bit longer.

Also...

Thank you so much for everyone's encouraging words. I'm so sorry I became disheartened by such a hateful reviewer.

Enjoy.

(Part 2) Lessons In... Dating:

"So Naruto… Homecoming is this Friday..." Sakura nonchalantly mentions and I watch her toss Naruto a meaningful look.

"Don't even think about it," I scold her.

"Oh what ever do you mean Hina?" she asks in mock innocence and I roll my eyes.

"You're full of shit Dyke."

"Anyways," she bats her eyes at me, "Do you know what S & M is yet?"

Without warning I begin to gag on the pizza I'm consuming and my mind automatically flashes to the night before:

"Piss off shitface!" I bark and much to my anger, Naruto chuckles at my attempts to get away from him.

"Chill babe, I'm only joking!" he teases before releasing me. Wheeling around to smack some sense into him, he catches my wrist, "Now now… I kept my hands to myself! There's no need for violence love," I hadn't even made a move toward him, but it was as if the stupid fuck had read my mind. Letting go of my wrist, he quickly retreats out of reach and I shoot him the most vicious glare I can muster, but he only winks in response.

"Get the fuck out, I'm done playing host,"

"You know… that's another appealing quality I should have mentioned. You're straight-forward and direct. He ignores my request and proceeds to make himself comfortable on the couch yet again, "So… your question from earlier, S & M is a part of the BDSM culture." he begins to explain.

I take my place furthest away from him on the opposite end of the couch, "Wait… what's BDSM?"

"It stands for..."

"I appreciate the suggestion," Naruto's voice slices through my thick train of thought, "but I want to actually have fun if I'm putting myself through something as pointless as a school dance." Naruto smirks at me and I feel my temper flare up.

Shooting him the finger, "Right back at you fagboy," I hiss.

"Besides..." he adds in, much to my already present irritation, "I wouldn't want you to completely fall for me."

"In your dreams!"

"But babe…remember? We've already gone over what happens in my dreams when you're involved," he runs his tongue over his lip ring suggestively and I can feel myself beginning to stare, following its slow deliberate movements.

"Um," Sakura coughs, "Do I need to leave you two?"

And just like that, whatever caused it, the spell is broken, "Fucking dyke!"

"She wouldn't be able to handle a night out with me, but you get an A for effort in my book Sakura," the blonde teases.

And just like that my temper is back, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me sweetheart,"

"Its you who couldn't handle me!" I spit back.

"Wanna bet?" he challenges.

"Let's go pretty boy!" I shoot back, without thinking.

"Yes!" Sakura squeals, "Its a date! I'll help you pick out a dress!"

"Fuck..." I curse, "Hold up dyke," what I just agreed to sets in and I try to salvage the situation, "I never said I'd go to homecoming with him… humiliating myself by being seen as his date isn't part of the bet!"

"But Hina," her voice suddenly takes on a sickly sweet tone, "think about it this way if you're at a school dance, he can't get away with any funny business."

At her words my ears perk up, the fucker never wasted an opportunity to get inappropriate with me after all, "Fine." I relent.

"Panties are optional," Naruto suggests and I kick him underneath the lunch table, enjoying his wince.

Fuck my life.

"So… I was thinking,"

"Black. I refuse to wear any other color." I cut my over-enthusiastic friend off.

"But I-"

"Either black or nothing at all," is my ultimatum and she promptly shuts up.

"Why do you have to be so difficult all the time Hina?" she grumbles.

"Put a sock in it bitch, I'm going, be grateful for that..."

"Fine, but what about your shoes, jewelry, and hair?" and just like that the overly-bubbly Sakura that drives me up the fucking wall is back.

"...The way I fucking want to..."

"You're no fun."

"Don't care,"

"And besides Hina," Sakura adds in, "You're only going because your pride won't let you back down from Naruto. You two are hopeless and I swear, are going to have nothing but hate sex once all the tension is finally broken."

It's time to pay up miss

A text lights up my phone along with Naruto's name and here I'd forgotten even having his number… "Fucking chance in hell of that!" I gnarl, gritting my teeth.

"Well you look better than I thought you would," are his first words to me when I enter the gym where the dance is being held.

"You don't." I lie. The truth… the stupid fuck looked too good, which just pissed me off more. Staring down at the lavender dress I wore that was simple, I couldn't help but feel unfamiliarly self-conscious and under-dressed standing next to Naruto.

"Relax," he assures me, his voice surprisingly tender, "I was being an ass like usual, you look beautiful."

I raise an eyebrow at him and shrug, "Whatever," what he says doesn't mean shit to me.

"Let's get something to drink," he chortles to himself, clearly amused by my response.

A few hours into the dance, I was finding it more and more difficult to keep up the constant hostility with Naruto. The definition of attentive, he hadn't left my side for a second and would glare at anyone who gave off the impression of wanting to start shit; even took the time to introduce every person to me that walked up to greet him and vis versa.

"Wanna slip out for a smoke real quick?" he whispers in my ear and although, normally I'd snap at him for being so close, blaring dance music did create exceptions to rules. I don't respond and just shove him toward the doors, I feel a light chuckle rumble through him, as he guides me through the crowd of grinding teens.

Escaping outside is a relief for the scent of our sweaty peers, he lights a smoke and hands it to me before lighting up his own.

"So miss Hinata, may I ask you a question?" he inquires, as we take a seat in the grass.

I bite back my usual response to people in an effort to keep the unofficial truce between us going, "Just spit it out fagboy."

"Why are you so against dating or interacting with the opposite sex in general."

"That's just it, sex." I respond honestly.

A confused expression graces Naruto's usual benevolent features, "Explain, I don't understand."

Sighing I take a deep drag off my cigg, "When you start to date someone, sure you make actually fucking care about the girl or something like that, but what happens when she doesn't want to have sex?"

"Then we don't have a sex?" his statement is more phrased as a question and I can feel that he's not getting it. He snuffs out his smoke and turns to face me completely.

"But what happens if you're dating for a while and she never wants to have sex. Wouldn't that upset or in some cases maybe hurt a guys fragile fucking ego?"

Realization dawns on his face, "So let me get this straight," Naruto pauses before continuing, "You won't even give a guy a chance, because you don't want to hurt his feelings, due to the fact you absolutely refuse to fuck any guy?"

"Pretty much," I shrug, tossing my cigg into the grass and snuffing it out with my heel, "Took you long enough to get it dumbass."

"Hey now… don't blame me. You're not exactly the epitome of feelings darling." he chides, "But what about just being friends?"

"Not many guys just want to hang out,"

"Well I do miss cynical bitch," Naruto announces and I eye him skeptically.

"Really, considering we're on a date right now, I find that incredibly hard to believe." I chant.

"Hmmm… let's not call it a date then." he pokes my shoulder.

"Then what the fuck should I call it shitface?" I hiss, batting his hand away.

"Two friends hanging out," he states as if its something so simple I should've known without him saying so. "That should hang out a second, maybe a third time?" he adds in quickly.

"I'd rather not, friend," if I've hurt his feelings, it only surfaces as a flicker of blankness in his gaze, "Now its my turn," I might as well take the chance to get information out of the man whore, "Why do you fuck so many girls?"

Naruto throws his head back as his entire body radiates with his abrupt laughter, "Your reason and not at the same time. Having a lot of sex, causes it to lose its meaning, especially when you don't stick to one person." Without warning he leans in really close and I feel my body stiffen up, "And besides, most girls are more then happy to try me out and have no issue with my 'hit it and quit it rep'; otherwise, there would be crying girls wherever I went, not dick-happy ones."

"Fucking man whore..." I groan underneath my breath, if he hears me he doesn't show it.

"And besides, none of them actually want to know me. They like the idea." he mumbles to himself and for a second I feel an odd twinge in my chest.

"Dick isn't personality." I comment and the faraway look in his sapphire tinted eyes is replaced with one of mirth.

"Neither is hostile bitch, anyways I need to piss, let's head back." standing up he brushes himself off and doesn't bother waiting for me to follow.

"How charming." We're quickly separated in the gym as Naruto makes a beeline for the restroom I assume, even though its in the opposite direction. Resigning myself, I decided to wait by the snack table until he returns. Him leaving me on my own, was kind of unnerving. After all, for as long as I'd known the perverted, pushy blond… there was never a moment of peace from his over-bearing demeanor.

5 minutes

10 minutes

15 minutes

20 minutes pass and Naruto still hasn't shown. Cursing my luck, I set off in search of him. Coming upon the boy's bathroom, I decide to question a couple stoners huddled in the corner next to it, instead of awkwardly waiting outside.

"Hey bozos," one of them glances up with glazed eyes and I can't help but feel like he resembles a clown way too much, "Have you seen Naruto around?"

"Not since he headed off with Temari, you'll have to wait your turn sweetie." clown-boy gurgles before stuffing a cookie in his mouth.

Holding back any visible signs of the disgust I'm clearly feeling, I continue my questioning, "So… did you see where they wandered off?"

"I dunno… probably by the cafeteria." he grumbles, continuing to stuff his face.

"Kay, got it. Thanks clown-boy," Unfortunately my destination is on the other side of the school, "Stupid, ass-fucking, fagboy!"

I can hear giggling and weird slurping noises as I approach and I'm instantly reminded of someone eating some type of food. There aren't any teachers patrolling over here and as I get closer I can make out two figures. Naruto is standing, while the other one, Temari I guess, is kneeling sort of in front of him; getting closer, its easier to make them out more clearly, Naruto's hand is on top of her head, sort of like he's blessing her and it takes a minute for my mind to catch up with what my eyes are processing.

Apparently sensing my eyes, Naruto's suddenly open, "Fucking hell!" I curse as we make eye contact; his are cold, calculated, and almost spiteful. Fuck this shit.

It takes me about an hour to walk home. No way was I going to fucking stick around after unwillingly getting a front seat to raw porn. He almost had me too, with that hanging out and friend shit.

Well played disgusting fagboy.

Well played.

Its on.

So… there it is part 2! Chapter 8 should be out pretty soon. Anyways… thoughts please?