Disclaimed by Yours Truly: © by Masashi Kishimoto!!
Your Career: At the detention we were separated. Naruto had the easiest job - he was to clean the classroom, B121, again.
Me? My 'career' to go to the cafeteria and wipe all the tables. Revolting.
And Sasuke; he had to scrub the toilets.
The boy's, of course.
Scrub. The. Toilets.
(I think his smirk has pretty much disappeared now.)
Chapter Four
The Tide is Changing
'Two days later' means
a. A clean B102,
b. A shiny cafeteria,
c. and -
Dirty toilets. (The boys' of course. Not that the girls' weren't dirty either, never mind.)
You see, with such a divine Sex God (coined by other girls) shouldn't be reduced to the labor of scrubbing toilets, right?
Nah, because
a. Saskue's not a Sex God,
b. He's not even a lesser deity,
c. He's more like a vampire.
But I'm getting off in tangents. He refused to scrub the toilets. Therefore, he got suspended for three days. Someone Up There must really hate him. (I could say he didn't deserve it, but um...hello? He could have scrubbed the toilets like a good little janitor, but no-oo. His downfall was his fault. Completely.)
(But I do feel for him)
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From the last two days I also had -
-five torn pantoses, on account I got frustrated and jammed my feet into them on practicing how to dress for the party,
-demolished shoes - hey, I threw them in the fire. There were too small. Hiashi was too tired to notice the burnt rubber smell.
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Favorite Journal: You, of course. Only you.
Favorite Color: Naruto! I-I mean, blue. Cerulean blue.
Person Who Does Not Acknowledge You For Who You Are: Naruto. Sasuke. Hiashi. Everyone.
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On the test I doodled an I -heart- Naruto Uzumaki on it. Unintentionally of course, of course. I nearly had a brain aneurism right there, erasing it. Where the hell went my common sense? Though I was officially asked out by Him, God, I was still the quiet, weird girl. Nothing could change that.
The next day - two days before the DANCE - Kakashi called me to his desk after class. Apprehensively I scooped up my books and walked over to him, shifting my foot in nervousness.
"Your test." He handed me my paper with a frown. Only I couldn't tell because of his mask. But his mask was frowning.
F.
Big fat red stinking F.
37.
Percent.
Um...
Ouch?
Wordlessly my mouth formed words. I couldn't spit them out.
"Hinata...since this is only the second week of school you grade has been pulled down to a 49."
I gulped. He leaned back, shaking his head.
I was dead.
I was really, really dead. Burnt toast. ROADKILL. Standing there, I realized how happy I had been thirty minutes ago. But this...
An F.
Hiashi...
would kill me.
"Um," I croaked, "I'll leave now - "
"Wait," he said, indicating to a small word on the test. "You wrote 'dance' here." He pushed the test to me. "You can't go to the dance if you're illegible."
"W-what?" Since when? I had never known. So far in high school, no one had asked me, and I wasn't exactly on top of the social fool chain.
The world was crashing down upon me.
"...No one has ever passed my class," he confessed rather suddenly, sitting straight.
"B-but - Sasuke - "
"He has 100, yes. But it's only the second week. By the end of the marking period...nosedive."
"W-why would you do that?"
He gave me a look. "Hinata, this is AP Biology. To test a student to maximum potential, the idea is to throw in a few curves, put in the hardest projects at the end. Consistency is key."
The words washed around my stunned, deslusional mind. With difficulty I unpried my tongue. "Th-that's - " ...not fair, I added silently. I looked away, tears threatening to implode.
An F! Never, ever got an F. Father...going to be...furious.
I walked backwards with stumbling legs, my mouth dry. School...damn school! I hate this class!
"Wait."
I stopped.
"There's still a chance for a C. Passing. If you really, really want to go to the dance."
I looked at him warily but with hope. He had a strange glint in his eyes.
"H-how?" I managed.
He beckoned, his face mysterious under his mask. "Here's what I want you to do..."
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Mood: Pissed.
Current Quote: PISSED! 'Cause who the HELL does he think he is! A freaking teacher! With a bad perverted attitude! I give up! What is his PROBLEM! Is he someday gonna be some old man PEDOPHILE?! YEA! He probably IS! What a twisted weirdo!
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Icha Icha Books.
Was what I was going to buy.
At the local pervert bookshop store.
Where the man selling them was really creepy.
With white hair.
And a creepy attitude.
Really creepy.
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Hyuuga, Hinata
1031-429210
Item: Icha Icha Books
Quantity: 3 boxes
Cost: 15
Subtotal: 45
Total: 50.00
XXX
Fifty dollars...bye went most of my allowance. I had sixty dollars saved from small jobs in the summer...my, pretty, yummy allowance...gone!...but I hope it was worth it...
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That night I dreamed about a nightmare. Techinically it's 'nightmared'. I was in the Arctic.
I was a penguin.
Presently another penguin waddled up to me with difficulty on his short stubby penguin legs. he had penguin hair that was sort of slicked up in the back like a chicken's.
Ad then, it was like my mouth had a mind of its own. Hence, nightmare.
Me; I love you.
Other penguin, which resembled Sasuke; I love you too.
Me; I think you're beautiful.
Other penguin; I think you're beautiful too.
Me; I like the way you smile.
Other penguin; I like the way you smile too.
Me; I live in your mome's closet. Your moms' closet is very spacious.
Other penguin; Your face lives in my moms' closet. Your face is spacious.
And with that he picked me up and threw me into the icy cold Arctic water. Where seals ate me up.
Harsh.
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"100," he croaked, shooting up from his desk and rushing over to the boxes the next day. "I give you 100."
"Wait - " I opened the box with a scissor and pulled out a shiny, glossy make-out book. "Um, 101." Just to spite Sasuke.
"101," Kakashi agreed immediately, his eyes full of glimmering coruscation. Eye, single, actually, considering he always wore a cheesy cowboy hat over his left eye. It was the greatest wonder - how only one eye could grow so big and...
Well, chibi-like, with many shiny circles with an adorable, miraculous appeal.
Eeew.
"101," he repeated.
My eyes were literally twitching from his glittering face.
"WAhoohohoho!!" Like a predator pouncing on prey he shot out of his desk and flew to the boxes of books.
I walked out of school with a light heart and the broadest smile I thought I'd ever worn.
Maybe, just maybe, 11th grade is going to be The Year. The Year to shine. Me! Hinata Hyuuga.
I, for one, can't believe this.
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After brushing blush on my cheeks, I donned my light blue dress, the one I never had a chance to wear last year, combed my hair, painted four sets of nails, and chose the least offending off my shoes.
They were high - but not too much - red, strappy sandals with silver bows and more silver lining.
Breathing slowly, I gaced at mirror. I never wore makeup or anything special for school, and usually some old sneakers.
As I saw myself, I expected a complete and utter transformation. Prom girl stories included bragging about looking like pricesses.
I looked like...the girl. Who was too shy. Ugly.
And introvert.
I tried to smile but I couldn't. So I turned my head away. My eyes were too downcast, shy, my nose too small. The Hyuuga family had large, prominant noses to give character. Mine didn't at all.
And my skin - in the lights, it looked so starkly white and bloodless.
My hair looked lke the experiment of some grease and oil. It stuck in clumps down my neck. My shoulders were small, giving the impression I had the figure of a fifth grader, and my legs? Too short. With flared jeans at school they were fine, but this..this...!
Ugly. Failure. Was that all I was to become? I knew nothing, absolutely nothing, about makeup.
The phone rang, a sharp, shrill sound. Wearily I picked up, wiping my eyes.
"H-Hyuuga r-resid-dence."
"HI HINATA! IT'S TENTEN!!"
"W-wah!" I forgot my own despairs instatly and focused on being happy for her.
"Where were you? Are you back?!"
"Aw, Hinata, it's nice hearing your voice again! You never stutter when you're with me - go, girl!"
"TenTen..."
"Agh. I was sick with a sinus infection."
"Oh my God - are you okay?! - infections are really - "
"Yup! Actually I was 'okay' two days ago, but I faked sick to miss school!" She laughed merrily. "Oh!"
"What?"
"Ah! Hinata, the dance! Are you ready?! I can't believe - " Suddenly there was loud clanking in my ears and muffled shrieking. A second later I heard laughter. "Oh, hi," she said breathlessly, giggling. "Kiba. My date."
"Really? Are you serious?" I tried to remember way back if she'd mentioned him at all, but I couldn't. "When did you guys...um..."
"I met him a few days ago. We're live in the same neighborhood!"
"Aw. Picture for posterity?"
"Ah, shut up."
I laughed a little. "Where did you meeet him?"
"Swimming pool!!"
"Uh...TenTen...I thought you were sick..."
"My mom doesn't know that, now does she? - EEe!! I'm so excited!! Are you coming? Do you have a ride?! DO YOU HAVE A DATE, MOST IMPORTANTLY?!"
"Uh, yea. N-naruto."
"Awesome! Ew, the weird constipated dude!"
"TenTen, shut - up! That was several years - "
She giggled. "I'll come over - Kiba's gonna drive - to pick you up. Are you meeting Naruto at the dance, or is he...?"
"Meeting him at dance."
She made a 'tch' sound. "Want me to bring anything? A dress? My whole wardrobe?"
I hesitated. "Makeup?"
"Sure! Be there or be square."
"Never..."
"Haha! Bye! Catch you soon."
She hung up.
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Favorite Songs: Any song they play at the dance! Except the slow, boring ones and the ancient ones with awful tunes, like some Paula Abdul ones.
I love Bleeding Love and Love Song...XD squeals.
Thing You Hate About Crush: NOTHING. I LOVE HIM FOREVA AND EVA!! I cannot wait...I can't wait...I an't-cay ait-way...no puedo esperar...
Status: I actually look decent, much kudos to TenTen. I wish I looked like this all the time. She made me wash and cut off three inches of my hair, though. Now it's roughly chin length...eep.
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Like a giggling highschooler (wait - she is in highschool - ) TenTen pulled Kiba over to behind the curtain. I can only presume what they did.
TenTen had changed so much from last year. She had avoided boys at any cost then, wore only pullovers and jeans, and always tied elastic bands over her wrists for a ponytail. She was tough, lovable, and stood up for what she believed in.
I berated myself silently. Her strong personality hadn't changed. Besides, she wholly deserved this new change of pace. I could only hope I could keep up and continue being friends with her.
Of course I can, inwardly I admonished. You're being paranoid.
I hurried over to the punch table where Naruto sat, chatting animatedly with Sakura.
He wore a dark blue shirt and black pants. Sakura was dressed in a tight-fitting pink, frilly strapless dress. It hugged her body in all the right places. I felt like a fading image next to her.
But he was...my date.
He smiled at me and my heart plummeted a few inches in nervousness.
"Want to dance?"
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Bliss: Bliss is bliss. The time has passed so slowly, yet quickly. I've only danced two songs with them. They were: The Macarena and another fast song. I can't ask for much more. I'm happy. Blissful. Ooo, next is a slow song. I hope...I hope...
Awkwardly I posed, sweating, a curl of my hair escaping my neat hairdo, with my hand at his shoulder. The music sang softly, the lights pink and dim.
"Hinata," Naruto said softly. "I need to tell you something."
"W-what?"
"Okay...so pretend there's this boy and girl. They love each other very much."
I imagined the perfect picture of a rainbow. And blue, blue sky. I relaxed ever so slowly.
"Go on, Naruto."
"But the boy decided to date another girl. A girl he didn't quite like."
Argh, a thorn in the rose.
"So, Hinata...what should he do?"
Very gently I smiled up at him. The scenario felt so much like mine, Naruto's and Sakura's.
He loved me. He loved me!
"He should," I whispered, my heart feeling as if it might fly, "dump the other girl and go back to the first girl." I tiptoed up, tilting my face. It seemed so perfect. For my very first kiss. "The girl he loves."
His hand trailed my waist. Naruto backed away slowly. "I'll do that."
I felt so impossibly uplifted. He...loved me. He's finally noticed me after all these years! After all these years! I can't believe this!
Tears followed the path down my cheeks. I was so happy, so deliriously happy, I didn't care. I loved him.
He took a deep breath.
"I'm dumping you, Hinata. I'm sorry. I think I like Sakura. I'm dumping you."
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