Chapter 3: Dodgeball

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Hey guy, Broken Wings back with another chapter of 'Perfect'

Hey guy, Broken Wings back with another chapter of 'Perfect'. I'm SO sorry it took me so long to update, but I have assloads of school work because I procrastinated in a few classes. sweatdrop Also, I'm grounded until my grades come up and have been for a while. So I snuck on to get this up. Be grateful. DO IT NAO!

I did around 330 math problems today, but I still updated. Be thankful! I'm going to try and get the next chapter up within the week. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted, and favorited.

THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!

Recap: (Hinata rushed to gym class, but an arm shot out in front of her. She dropped her books in surprise, looking up to see the one, the only, Neji Ikameshii, with a superior smirk on his face. "Going somewhere, Hyuuga?")

Hinata's face colored with shyness. "K-konichiwa, Neji-san." She lowered herself to the ground to pick up her books. A smooth, dark-chocolate voice spoke out above her. "Shouldn't you be calling me 'Neji-sama'?"

Hinata stiffened. 'Sama'. Like he was above her. Neji drawled on, "Of course, your current position is the one you SHOULD be in. On your knees, at my feet."

On her knees… at his feet. Like he was a King, and she was his slave. No, she would never do that. Hinata gathered her books quickly, and stood up. "Goodbye, Neji-san."

Hinata turned but a strong hand caught her arm. She turned and looked into Neji's startlingly white eyes. The smirk was gone, and the look in his eyes scared her.

"You'd better watch your back, Hyuuga. I'm not even comparable to a loser like you. Now's the time to use what little brain you have, and get out of my way." The smirk was back, but he looked crazy. "It would be a shame if someone scarred that pretty little face."

Oh shit. This guy was dangerously unbalanced. He was bats-in-the-belfry bonkers! (A.N. Try saying that three times fast.) Why couldn't he go be crazy somewhere else?

He let go of her arm, and turned from her, his long, dark hair swishing. As he walked away, she just stared at the ground until she realized she had to start walking before she was late.

'Nevermind. You'll see Naruto and then it will go away.' That's how she had begun thinking of him. He could take her problems away. That was part of her insecurity, he could always help her, but she wasn't sure if she helped him.

"You listen to me. You DO help me. You're enough." Yeah, he told her that, but was it true? She didn't feel like she did anything. She wanted to help him.

She wanted to be useful. To someone at least.

"Get a hold of yourself. You've only known him for a few weeks. You can't be in love with him already. 'Don't be a little whore' like mom would say."

BANG!

The dodge ball slammed into her stomach. Well, as long as no organs popped out while she was sitting there coughing, she was ok.

Neji was smirking. She was sure he didn't have Gym this period. So what was he doing here? He must have transferred. Was he just here to torture her? To make sure she didn't steal his thunder?

Yeah, right. He didn't have the huevos to have thunder. Let's face it, Neji had gay!hair. And the way he switched his hips when he walked down the hallway? Definite fruit.

Neji 'accidentally' groped Ino when he reached for a ball. Hm. Maybe not such a fruit.

Smack! All cower from the red rubber doom. Hinata walked away, rubbing her pink cheek, silently cursing Neji's sociopathic love of violence. YOU'RE NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO HIT ABOVE THE CHEST ANYWAY, ASSHOLE! Hmph. Jerk. Kiba skittered over to her.

"Don't sweat it, Hyuuga. He's probably just jealous of your delicious tits." "KYAA! KIBA!" The bastard couldn't stop laughing. He loved making her blush many different shades of red.

THUD! "Oh my God! Neji just got pwned!" What? Oh come all ye faithful- Hinata looked over. Neji was sprawled on the floor, his/her hair sticking up in feathery wisps. He looked like a disheveled and very pissed angel.

"Hn. You ok?" Asked Sasuke, the hottest kid in school. That was him very concerned. He hardly ever showed emotion, so him being concerned was big. But everyone thought he and Neji were ghey 4 each other, so not so surprised.

Who pwned Neji? The King of All Sports? Was it Lee? That new kid with the monster eyebrows and the killer fastball? No, not Kiba. OR Shino. Or that weird kid with the red hair-

Wait. Who? She could swear she'd never seen him before. His messy red hair stood up in all directions. His sea-foam eyes were darkly out lined. Did he wear make-up? The gym uniform's white shirt and black shorts hung limply from his thin, tight frame.

He was totally fucking hot.

"Whoa. Who is he?" Hinata asked, trying not to let her tongue hang out. She wasn't sure she wasn't panting. Woof. Kiba shrugged. "Some new kid. But did you see that? He had the honor of indirectly bitch-slapping Neji. Everyone wants to do that."

"Yeah…" She stared at him. Until he looked back. "Eep!" She looked away blushing as the bell rang to go change. He walked away. Sigh. Good. Now to go change and get to class- BUMP!

Uhhhhhh. The new kid was standing in front of her. Chest to chest. UHHHHHHH.

"UHHHHHH." Oh, nice Hyuuga, nice. "What's your name? Why were you looking at me?" Oh, well he was well-versed in subtleties. "M-my name is H-h-hinata-a. I w-was only looking 'cause you, um, you got Neji out. No one can do that."

His eyebrows went up. Wait, no they didn't. He didn't have any. But if he DID…

"Oh. Ok. My name is-"

CLIFFIE! Ok, I have to go or I'll get caught. But while I'm grounded, I'll be working on the next chapter! Now I want you to vote. Who is the new stranger? Yes, I'm serious. Tell me who you think it is. I honestly want you to. I'm not kidding.

I'll try and update…uhhh… I'll try and sneak on to update within a week. If I can't… Sorry! But I'll be going to Dad's in two weeks, and I'm not grounded there, soooo… Review! Please? And once again, I'm sorry for the month-long pause or whatever. I suck. I feel really guilty, if it helps!

Peace, love and plot bunnies

~Broken Wings.