A/N: Life sucks, atm. My puppy died in August, and now our vets are telling us our older doggie (who was the dad to my pup) has cancer and liver failure. He doesn't have much time so now I'm even more depressed ;( I'm in denial right now.

Fun Fact: This story is supposed to be like a kick start for me to get into my groove with my other fics. (It's not helping what so ever.)

Song: Body Party Remix by Jacquees

Disclaimer: I don't own NARUTO or any of it's characters.

About Last Night

Chapter Four

Body Party

The rest of the week blurred by quickly after Monday.

Hinata fell into a routine of waking up, making breakfast for her and Neji, getting ready and going to school then coming home to do school work.

After school on Tuesday, Neji dropped her off at the mansion to pick up her newly fixed Jeep. Her father had it taken to a mechanic, although they had it for two days longer than promised. She wasn't sure what kind of problems were fixed. There wasn't any problems when she was driving it, but Neji reassured her that her father was just...overprotective.

She let it be for now.

When Neji didn't have pre-season basketball practice after school, he would drive her. However, Wednesday was the start of preseason so she had to get used to driving to and from school. It didn't bother her much anyway. Thursday, when the weather cleared, she had walked. She'd almost been late because of traffic so that option wasn't going to be a frequently used one.

The group she had gotten to know opened their arms to her. She learned a lot about them in the past five days. They were such a complex gang of friends.

Lee, TenTen and Neji had come to her penthouse after school (and practice) to keep her company. The two girls usually spent their time lounging by the poolside on the deck of her penthouse, while the boys swam. They were a great source of entertainment. Especially when Lee challenged Neji to one hundred push ups.

Ino and Sakura dragged Karui and Hinata out to do manis and pedis on Wednesday, which was Ino's birthday. The whole group meet up and had dinner - which was rather tame. The official party would be on Friday night anyway.

Kiba and Naruto proved to be worthy bodyguards, as far as Neji was concerned. The two were always seen next to his cousin, in class or out. Because of them hovering over her, the other guys in the school steered clear of the Hyūga princess.

Shino had helped her in Calc, and Kin pointed out the cliques while TenTen burnt the cookies they were assigned to make in Culinary on Thursday. Sai even gave her a few pointers on her art pieces, topped with a creepy smile.

Chōji and Shikamaru - the two never seemed too far from each other - had helped her memorize her classes and got her out of trouble when she roamed the halls after the bell rang.

The only one who'd kept their distance was Sasuke Uchiha.

It was rather puzzling. Not to mention obvious. She wasn't the only one to notice it either. Shino, Shikamaru and Neji saw his behavioral change. Neji smiled whenever the Uchiha heir disappeared from sight immediately as Hinata came into the picture. Shikamaru had asked if anything happened - although he knew what went down during gym on Monday, the whole damned school knew, actually - to cause such a three-sixty attitude change. Shino didn't bother much; either from not caring or because he wasn't as nosy as the rest of them.

If she were being truthful to herself, she would say that she wanted to know why he was ignoring her. Every time they'd make eye contact in the hall way, he would distance himself from her, as if there was a magnet that pulled him to the wall furthest from her. A few times, she had tried to strike conversation with him - each time they were alone as well. He would nod to her, looking to the side with a disinterested gaze. She had given up after three times.

Gym wasn't as awkward as Calc since Ino and Naruto usually occupied her mind with their talking. Sakura noticed tension, but she didn't know where to pin point it exactly so Calculus was rather quiet until Friday.

Knocking down a few students, Sakura rushed into the class, seeing her three friends already seated. She dropped her things and took a deep breath of air, "Hinata-chan, tell me you've finally made up your mind in coming tonight!"

Shino lowered his glasses at the long haired heiress, seemingly awaiting an answer. Even with his headphones in, the brooding Uchiha caught wind of the conversation as well.

"Sakura-chan," Hinata sighed, tapping her pen against the thick text book in front of her, "I haven't even started studying for our test on Monda-"

"We have two whole days to study, plus we don't have this class until after lunch on Monday!" The pink haired girl reasoned, green eyes wide - pleading.

For once in his life, Sasuke was thankful that Sakura was so good at bending people to her whim. He noticed the heiress falter in her resolve. The party would be at Ino's but Naruto was hauling him there as well since it was a few streets from his house anyway. They both could get fucked up and not worry about who'd drive them home.

After the week he had, having to avidly avoid the Hyūga beauty, he prayed she would come to the party. If only for him to see her in something other than sweaters, jeans and converse. Not that she wasn't just as attractive in those clothes.

For a second, his mind brought up images of her in the gym uniform. Her jumping for a basket during their second basketball game, stretching when they had to do all of Gai-sensei's crazy workouts. Remembering how the guys would trip over their feet when she stretched or basically breathed, a small part of him hoped she'd say no.

However, she couldn't deny her friend when she pouted. Relenting, Hinata sighed, "I guess I'll go..."

Squealing, Sakura almost tackled the poor girl in a hug. The rest of the class, which was the last of the day, she hadn't stopped talking about the party. Anything from what she was wearing, to the kind of decorations Ino was putting up. The two males tuned out rather quickly, leaving Hinata to respond with a nod or a hum.

When the bell rang, the rose-haired senior dashed out of the class, shouting that she needed to meet Ino at her car so they could get everything ready for the night.

Before she left, Hinata promised to be there around eight, an hour before the party was due to start.

At eight, Hinata stepped out of her jeep and locked the car, parked right behind Ino's brand new sports car. She left her purse in the car, along with her wallet and charger. The only thing on her person was the phone in the back pocket of her white skinny jeans.

Since she had never been to a party before, she had no idea what would be acceptable to wear. She had spent two hours on a video call with her mother and sister as they helped her pick out an outfit. With their help (not so much help as peer pressure), the heiress found herself in skin-tight white jeans and a lilac racerback tank top with the Yin and Yang symbol on the front. She had hung up on Hanabi, who was bickering with her mother about her shoes, before she got to hear their answers. So she settled on white open-toe sandals with a slight wedge that gave her half an inch of height and a strap around her ankle. Her hair was brushed and lightly straightened. The only makeup she had was a touch of mascara.

She waited by the door for the girls to open it, after ringing the door bell. After a minute, a very made up Sakura flew open the door and snatched the small heiress by her arm, hauling her up the winding stair case and towards a room before she got to breath a hello.

Sakura had her shoulder-length petal hair curled away from her face, and a very subtle touch of dark eyeliner. Her lips were painted a deep red, complimenting the crimson tank-top dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. She had a few rings, with a matching black choker around her slim neck. Although she didn't have her shoes on, a black pair of close-toed pumps were near Ino's purple bed.

Speaking of which, the party girl was sitting at her vanity, running a hot straightener through her corn-silk colored locks, pressing them bone straight. Her locks were longer than Hinata's, tumbling down her back and ending in a V shape. Wrapped tightly around her tall figure was a navy blue tube dress, small flecks of silver dotting it. The light reflected off of it, which in turn, made the blonde sparkle. It was her eighteenth birthday party (joined with Shikamaru's, of course), so she had every right to look as amazing as she did. Her jewelry was a mix of silver dangling earrings, white bangles and rings.

Ino turned to Hinata and placed the hot instrument down after clicking it off. "Hinata! Good, you're here. Forehead can't decided which shoes would match my outfit! Which ones?" She held up her left leg. A pair of white wedges with a two inch heel, the silky ribbons opened to reveal her painted toe-nails and crossed over her ankle to tie around in a bow. Then she lifted her right foot, which was covered with a high stiletto that twinkled with silver glitter. It had a bow on the strap that covered her toes slightly.

Hinata took a second before pointing to the right foot. Ino smiled and removed the shoe on her left leg and tossed it in her messy closet.

Sakura was currently putting on earrings, bouncing lightly to the music in the room. Jade eyes locked on the heiress's form. "You know, Hinata-chan, I have a top that would look great on you, not to mention match your outfit."

Pearly eyes blinked as she was taken from her sitting position on the bed towards the closet. Rummaging through a pink duffle bag, Sakura shouted a small "Aha!" before thrusting her into the walk-in closet and tossing the fabric at her, "Try that on!"

Sky blue eyes narrowed as she stared at her best friend from the mirror. She knew that top - a bright orange halter top that cropped right below the bell button and tight as all hell. Sakura had bought it yesterday and had no intention of wearing it, it seems. As Ino applied her makeup, she realized it probably was because of the weird way Sasuke was acting toward the new girl.

Although no genius, it didn't take one to see Sasuke's attention, and avoidance, of the little Hyūga. Sakura had actually revealed she wasn't too keen on it after they saw the basketball incident on Monday. She had been plotting something, Ino realized at that moment.

As Hinata walked out, she had it ninety percent figured out. Naruto and Kiba would most likely be hovering over the poor girl, as usual, so why was she trying to doll her up even more? After a second, it finally clicked. To keep Naruto busy so he wouldn't bother Sakura, who would probably try to get into Sasuke's pants. Not to mention, it just so happened to be Naruto's favorite color? She applied her lipstick. Of course, that was only a theory.

The eighteen year old Yamanaka didn't bother to mentally remind herself how she was usually right about her theories.

Hinata stepped out, causing two pairs of eyes to dart to her blushing form. The light color looked amazing against her pale skin. True to what they thought, her body slimmed at her waist and filled out nicely at her bust. The shirt originally cropped just below Sakura's belly button, but given that Hinata's bust size was considerably larger, the end cut off above her navel, exposing her slim waist and flat stomach.

Sapphire pupils darted to see the reaction of her childhood friend. Surprise and envy were evident. Ino would never understand that - Sakura was just as beautiful as Hinata. She covered her emotions with a look of disinterest, which peaked the blonde's curiosity easily.

"Hm...It looks a bit snug," Sakura mentioned, as causally as possible.

Peachy lips tightened. That damn forehead. She didn't expect Hinata to look that good in the shirt, and now was regretting the decision. If anything, she was probably afraid that it would attract Sasuke's attention as well...enough for him to end his cold shoulder to the heiress.

A light went off behind her blue eyes, before a mischievous smile graced her lips. "What? Hinata-chan, you look absolutely hot in that!"

Seemingly ignoring the look Sakura shot her, the birthday girl fluidly stood and circled around the new girl. "I don't know, Ino-pig-"

"I love it, Hinata-chan!" Smiling at the blushing heiress, Ino hummed her approval. "Sakura has good taste, ne? You'd better wear that top to the party!"

Hinata nervously tugged the bottom down a bit, although it didn't budge over her bust. There was no cleavage to show since it was a halter. However, it was only secured with a thin string around the back of her neck. It was comfortable for the most part and Ino seemed to like it on her. It couldn't be that bad then. She wondered why Sakura didn't seem to like it, but figured it did look a little tight, but it wasn't restricting. She always had a hard time finding tops but this one fit her like a glove. The only problem she had with it was that it showed her stomach, which was not something she could get comfortable with.

She twirled around to look in the full body mirror behind her and glanced at Ino, "Do you think so?"

Steering the long-haired beauty to her vanity, her blond hair bobbed, "Hell yes! Let me put some eyeliner on ya, hm? Maybe some baby pink on your lips..."

Hinata couldn't politely decline as the door to the room opened again, and three familiar females strolled in. Ino took the moment of surprise to do her magic on the observant Hyūga.

TenTen came into view first. She had on a tan t-shirt dress with the bottom rounded and ending at her upper thigh. Black stockings covered from her feet to the ending of the dress. Her pitch-black chunky heeled boots laced up from toe to ankle and gave her a punk vibe that fit her perfectly. The chocolate buns were released, making way for the girl's natural wavy locks to touch the middle of her back. She was effortlessly gorgeous. Neji would be captivated by the brunette tonight, that was for sure. She laid back on the bed, sighing loudly.

Karui was right behind her. The first difference was her curled hair, the springy red spirals bouncing with her confident movements. Black lined her eyelids, accentuating the exotic gold of her eyes, her peachy lips smirking when she greeted the heiress. She wore an off-shoulder white crop top with short sleeves, ending under her bust, and acid washed high rise denim shorts. She was the only one of them to not wear heels either, instead had on white Nike Air Force 1's. Hinata loved the simplicity of her outfit and wondered why she didn't decide on something similar. She leaned over Ino's shoulder and watched the blond apply tinted lip gloss.

Kin was the last of the trio, her ever bored expression unchanging. Her impossibly long, mid-night locks were in a large dutch braid, done up by TenTen herself, who claimed credit to all who asked during the night, and was pulled out of her face so her sharp features were present. Her dress was similar to Karui's top, although the sleeves were long and flowing and it was a olive green color. It was tight around her chest then flaring from her bust into a very fluttering short dress. The look completed with black ankle strap heels. Her make up was minimal but flattering.

"Who knew you were so good at applying makeup, Ino?" Karui half complimented before finding a spot to sit on by the bed.

Ino scoffed. "Thanks," she replied as she did a few finishing touches.

A few noisy cars pulled up, causing Kin, who was closest to the window, to glance out. She recognized the cars instantly. "It seems the boys have showed up."

"What?" Sakura exclaimed, scrambling to put on her heels quickly. "Is it nine already?!"

TenTen reached to the outlet and grabbed her phone, squinting at the dimly lit screen. "Eight fifty nine, actually."

"Is Sasuke-kun with them?" The pink haired cheerleader asked, fixing her hair with haste. The rest of the girls did not share her rush.

Kin glanced out again, searching the faces for the Uchiha captain. She spotted him walking next to Shino, to which she blushed and thanked Heavens the silent Aburame was here. "Yes, all of the boys are here."

Stretching her arms up, Karui yawned and held a hand to the brunette sprawled on the bed. "Well, we finished the decorating. The drinks are done as well as the food, so we're all good." TenTen caught her hand and hoisted herself up.

Deciding they would greet the boys, the two made their way out of the door, with Kin in tow as well. The impassive junior turned when they were at the door, "Come on, Hinata-chan."

Sakura nearly sprinted out of the room, which earned a scoff from the birthday girl. Hinata shook her head, "I'll wait for Ino-chan. Thank you, Kin-chan."

With a nod, the door closed. Ino moved over to examine her body in the mirror. She pushed her breast up slightly and pouted her lips. Her thin arms fell and she turned slightly to check out her backside. "Wow."

"Hm?" Hinata hummed, running a hand through her hair. "Is something wrong?"

Ino stared at her with a straight face, "My ass looks amazing."

She wasn't really comfortable in the shirt. Ino had really boosted her confidence but after glancing at herself in the mirror, she was just too exposed. Thankfully, the birthday girl kept the makeup light and it didn't alter her features too much out of her comfort zone.

Hinata huffed, folding her arms around her mid-section, a red cup between her thin fingers. It was only an hour into the party, although she'd only been downstairs for five of it.

After Ino was done checking herself out, Hinata made up an excuse to use the bathroom before they could make it down stairs. She ran towards the bathroom and locked herself in it until a tipsy TenTen picked the lock and dragged her out. Her cousin's love interest (in her mind since he hadn't confirmed anything yet) released her iron grip when she passed the kitchen.

Karui and Chōji were getting drinks themselves and passed one on to her before she could tell them that she didn't really drink. The music was too loud to hear a real conversation, other than laughing and yells from the people playing beer pong in the large family room to the left of her. They left, hand in hand, towards Naruto's intense game against Lee.

Which would explain why she was currently trying to blend into the wall behind her. The entire house was crowded with people, so she wouldn't have been able to move around without getting bumped or pushed in every direction anyway, so she stayed put.

She had tried to act interested in the drink in her hand, but the liquid was strong, with a hint of fruit flavor, and not that interesting at all, really. Guys passing would give her suggestive looks, some even winking or licking their lips while the females would sneer and give her the most heated glares they could muster. That wasn't too surprising, since she'd been getting them since Sasuke's little stunt in the gym earlier in the week.

Pearly eyes rolled as two girls strolled past, eyes glaring daggers. They needed to get over it. She had! Okay, not really, but mostly. Sasuke seemed unfazed by the whole thing. He had been avoiding her ever since anyway.

The heiress was pulled from her thoughts when a large hand planted on her upper arm, cold fingers trailing down the length of it. Surprised, her eyes snapped to the amused pair of magenta eyes that stared at her.

She hadn't seen this boy before. He smiled, "You're a pretty little thing. Here by yourself?"

Taking a step to the side (and out of his touch), Hinata frowned. "No."

He caught on to her hesitance but didn't push it, "You're a Konoha girl, aren't you? That school has the finest chicks...sluts too."

His teeth were oddly pointed and creeped her out beyond belief. His arm reached for her once more, but she didn't move out of the way in time. This boy easily towered over her, his snow-white hair falling in his exotic pupils while he watched her like a predator. One of his hands (his left, she noted) had a cup of his own, more than half empty. The right was currently wrapped tightly on her hip, and pulled her towards his hard chest. Letting out a small gasp, she used her own free hand to push against his front, creating a gap that was only large enough for her to breathe without her breast rubbing on him.

She had a feeling that's probably what his intention was.

"G-Get off me," She ignored his comment, choosing not to acknowledge it at all. It would only make her blood boil even more than it already was.

He bowed his head, soft strands brushing against the shell of her ear, "Not until you tell me your name."

Her body tensed for a moment before she resumed pushing him out of her personal space. "P-Please...stop."

The boy was about to reply until he was abruptly yanked by his shirt and slammed backwards into the counter top. Gasps were heard over the music, conversations pausing to see the new turn of events unfold.

"She said stop," A rich voice boomed with authority, silencing everyone within hearing range.

Bringing her head up (when had she bowed it?), long tresses flowed behind her as her eyes instantly fell on the broad back of her savior. He was tall (then again, who wasn't taller than her in this town? Honestly, it was beginning to grant on her nerves) and was covered, head to toe, in black. The tell-tale sign that gave away his identity was the tattoos on his forearm and the raven hair.

"Stay the fuck away from her, Suigetsu." Sasuke's eyes promised death as he stared at the cocky bastard, although Hinata couldn't see. He was thankful for that at least. His posture was tense, yet both hands were tucked in his jeans pockets. As long as she was behind him, she'd be okay.

Not being able to see past his back, the Hyūga missed the stares from the other people in the vicinity as well as how he pushed off the counter. She however, saw his feet shuffle towards the Uchiha. Curiously, she turned her gaze to the two male's faces.

"What the hell are you going to do about it, Uchiha?" Suigetsu, who was apparently this boy, smirked devilishly and pushed the Uchiha with his free hand.

Hinata noticed a twitch develop in his sharp jaw. If she had looked downwards, she would've seen his balled fist coming out of his pockets, but, well, no one did until it was too late.

A second, about twenty gasps, and a thump later, her white haired assailant was laying unconscious amongst the piles of cups and other trash, as well as food. She couldn't help but think that he deserved it. And by the way no one was helping him up either, everyone else seemed to agree too.

Sasuke took a moment to control his anger, or he'd probably fucking snap again. Ignoring the tense silence that resounded throughout the house, the basketball captain stripped of his sweater, revealing his bare torso and tossed it at the Hyūga when he turned to face her. She caught on quickly; throwing the hoodie over herself. There were mumbles, either about his state of undress or the fact he'd given the new girl his clothing, he didn't care to indulge.

With another deep exhale, Sasuke grasped her hand gently and tugged her through the back door in the kitchen. He made sure to slam it when they exited.

The people outside were potheads, so they didn't even bother their time on the two heirs. Hinata coughed when smoke smacked her in the face, but one glare from Sasuke had sent her coughing disappearing into thin air. Now that he had no shirt on, it was evident that his body was still tense.

Angry Sasuke was not a pleasant sight for her to see.

She kept her mouth shut as they neared the end of the pool, where a table and chairs were set up, under an almost ten foot umbrella. He released her as soon as they neared it, to which she sat, yet he continued to walk around the circular table.

Lavender eyes watched him from under the light of the half-moon. His features were hard as ice (not that they weren't usually), but the shadows played with them in such a way that made him look almost enteral, in a sense. His muscles flexed with his anger, jaw still clenched from minutes ago. She marveled at the sight, letting her eyes slide down to his chiseled body in approval. He was too busy pacing to pay much attention to her anyway.

She left him to his thoughts, while she snuggled into his large hoodie. It hung around her body like a loose dress, the collar hanging around her bone and slightly off one of her shoulders. Her hands, engulfed in the fabric, brought the crew neck towards her nose. She smelt it, only to hum quietly; it smelt just like him. Warm, masculine, and oddly like some kind of cool spice. She couldn't place it for the life of her.

She hadn't noticed when a pair of ebony eyes gazed at her questioningly. Sasuke watched as she smelt his jacket, then remembered that girls were weird and they have a knack of stealing boys' jackets and other clothing as well. He almost rolled his eyes until he heard a low hum from her. He focused on her for a bit - not even noticing when his pissed off mood dissolved right in front of him.

He sat next to her, leaning on his right hand to continue his observation. "Do I smell good or something?"

She squeaked, shocked he had caught her in the act. "Uh - well - I - um, yeah."

Idly, long fingers caught a lock of her hair and twisted it around his finger. "Why'd you wear that shirt?"

Blinking, Hinata had to look down to remember what she wore under his hoodie for a moment. Oh, right. Sakura's shirt. How could she tell him she was practically peer pressured into it? "Sakura-chan told me to try it on...Ino-chan said she liked it and I should, well, wear it tonight..."

He held back another eye roll. Of course, the banshees would put her up to something that she wasn't even comfortable doing. It all made sense when she mentioned them. He made a mental note to beam balls at them next week during dodgeball. Although - he sized her up in his clothes and couldn't help but feel a little bit possessive - she did look good in his clothing.

'Stop it, Sasuke,' he scolded himself, 'Remember the plan. Itachi's killers and then Hinata.'

"Why are you even here?" He asked, borderline on rude, until he caught it and followed with, "You don't look like the party type, no offense. Unless I'm wrong, and you're some wild party girl."

His response was a quiet, bell-like laughter. She hid her lips behind her hands, curled into an amused smile. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

He smirked, "I'm not much of a party-goer myself." He conveniently left out the part were he would rather just drink, drink and drink rather than actually party.

A thin brow raised at that. "Really? You seem so popular," She asked in a soft voice, loud enough for him to hear, but not to wear his nerves.

Long strands shook along with his head, "I go with Naruto whenever he goes out since he likes to get into fights."

At that moment, a familiar loud-mouth blond's voice could be heard from the two, shouting insults followed by a loud crashing noise. It was pretty impressive, since the bumping bass was shaking the mansion's walls.

This time he couldn't suppress the eye roll. Hinata giggled at the motion, not bothering to cover her expression this time around.

"Since we both hate these social events, why don't we get out of here?" With a fluid motion, the Uchiha heir was on his feet, holding a hand to the stunned beauty. "I'll take you to eat something. I'm starving."

There was a moment of hesitation, which he was sure he would decline the offer. That was, until a soft hand found it's way into his larger one and he pulled her gently up. Her pink lips spread into a shy smile, making his breath catch in his throat for a second too long.

'Ah, fuck the plan.'

"Fuck you, Lee! You cheated!" A red faced Uzumaki heir screamed. He swayed on his feet for a second before regaining his composure.

From the left of him, Kiba shook his head before taking another shot. "Damn it, Naruto. We're fucking losing to Lee and Neji."

Across the ping pong table, the smirking Hyūga prodigy crossed his arms, "What do you expect? You both suck at this game."

The drunk blond ignored his taunt, instead, he whipped his head around to search the millions of heads in his line of sight. He had to steady himself against the wobbly table. "I knew I should'a got...Sasuke-teme to play this round."

As if only appearing when a certain basketball captain name was brought up in a conversation, a flash of pink and red popped up to the side of him, startling him into knocking down his empty solo cup. "S-Sakura-chan?"

Said girl raised a brow, "Naruto, what the hell are you doing? Drink some damn water and sit down! You look like you're going to barf."

To prove his sober-ness (which didn't help much since he swayed with the action), Naruto reached for her drink and downed it in one go. He tossed it behind his shoulder, ignoring the disgruntled shout from Kiba as it smacked him in the head. "Seeeeee? I'm fine, Sa-ku-ra-chan!"

Unconvinced, her pretty features didn't even move the slightest inch. "Whatever you say. Have you seen Sasuke-kun? I thought I heard a fight in the kitchen but I couldn't get through the crowd to see..."

TenTen, who was sitting in a white chair to the side of her (unofficial) boyfriend, instantly sat straighter at that. "Eh? Hinata-chan was in there, last I saw."

With a worried look tossed to the Hyūga, he didn't hesitate in pulling out his cell phone and shifting a little bit away as he made a call. Naruto blinked, looking between the two for a moment before his attention was pulled to his long-time crush.

"When I got in there, Mist's basketball captain was passed out on the ground and Hinata-chan wasn't in there..." Without another thought about the weird coincidence, the rose-haired senior stared at her childhood friend. "Can you call Sasuke-kun for me? Tell him I need to talk to him."

Though he had quite a few drinks at this point, Naruto was no idiot. Sure, he was funny and the senior class clown, but he was far from oblivious. He knew about Sakura's infatuation with his best friend, but he was also aware of Sasuke's feelings towards her as well. And those feelings were nothing too nice. The Uchiha had always reassured nothing was going on with the two (he got kind of insecure a few times). Sasuke didn't take too kindly to Sakura as it was when he was sober. When he was drunk, it was a million times worse. He wouldn't put it past his friend to toss her out a window if she so much as touches him.

So for those reasons, Naruto didn't call him. To pacify her, he sent him a text, which she read over his shoulder that said, 'Teme, where'd ya go?'

"Happy?" He asked gruffly, not bothering to hear her response before walking past her towards the football team in the other room.

He really didn't want to be around her when all she did was worry about his brooding best friend, who (for all they knew) was boning some chick in Ino's room as they speak. Snatching a red cup from Shikamaru's sleeping hand, Naruto swallowed it with one quick motion. She always over-looked him; tonight was nothing fucking new, he thought as he watched a few girls with skimpy outfits dance. One, with emerald-colored eyes and curly, black hair, winked at him.

Why would it ever be? Sakura didn't give a fuck about him (in the way he wanted her to, at least), and Sasuke wouldn't return her feelings (thank God) so why was he pinning after a girl he'd never get?

He didn't get to answer that question because his hand was pulled by the random girl with pretty eyes, onto the dance floor.

He was too drunk to stop her. At least, that's what he told himself.

A/N: Oops. Sorry, had to go in and fix an error. Kin is a junior, not a senior. Like the hint of NaruSaku drama I threw in there? I do! Sorry, Naruto, I had to have some action between you two. Why does that girl have green eyes and black hair? Hm. Idk. Maybe to look like two certain females? (wink). I'm so subtle.