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If I don't laugh I'd cry- Chapter 2
I was aware of the fact that I could simply call Hinata at any point that weekend and everything would be right back to normal, but, every time I was about to pick up my phone, or grad the keys to my car I'd be hit with a flashback taste of how I used to fell inside when I was living in that false relationship. I was reminded of how light I felt now and I would easily change my mind, but a part of me couldn't get used to it; Hinata had always been there right next to me, always around or on my mind, it felt weird not having to worry about how to fit her into my life anymore, it was strange being free. I guess I would have to get used to it. Never broken up with anyone before so I don't know how difficult this whole adjusting period might last, I'd have to ask around.
So bright and early Monday morning, jump out of bed, boogie through my ritualistic morning grooming exercises (RMGE: bathe, brush teeth, sexy-fy hair, make that Uzumaki mojo sizzle), slurp down some breakfast ramen, kiss Dad good-bye and jump into car.
At school jumped back out of car and WAM! received over two hundred steaming glares simultaneously. They were coming from every direction and adorned my back like needles as I locked my car and walked up the front steps of my school passed the students who hung out there on mornings. As I walked through the hall glances turned into scowls and then scornful mutterings into near by ears. I felt like daggers were just being thrown at me and my optimistic mood fizzled out like a dyeing sparkle. I felt like I was in danger, like any moment I might get my ass kicked by a gang of them.
I clung to my locker tightly as I opened it with sweat palms; I was trying really hard to maintain my outward cool. My eyes ran along the rack of text books inside searching feebly for my next class even though my attention was on the waves of killing intent that was scorching my back.
"Hey Naruto!" a hand landed on my shoulder, I didn't judge the voice or the temperament of the touch, all I thought was 'Kill or be killed!!!'
"AHHHH!!!" I screamed as I flung the first thing I could grab out of my locker (coincidently it was my History text book, the heaviest thing in my locker). I swung around as I threw it only to witness my book collide into Kiba' face.
"Ouph!" he dropped limply to the floor.
OH MY GOD, I KILLED KIBA!!!!
"Kiba!" I panicked and fell to the floor besides him, "No! Kiba, please don't die!!" I shook his arm.
"Argh." I heard him groan and to my relief he moved and his eyes struggled open.
"Urg-what happened? All I remember was being attacked by a History book. I hate history."
"I'm sorry, that was me." I said and helped him back up then to sit on the short stone border they had around the school mascot's statue, the Red Wolf.
Kiba leaned over as he held his forehead, "Maybe you should see the nurse, I'll take you."
"No, it's okay, but what the hell's wrong with you? Why were you trying to kill me?"
"I thought I was being attacked." I told him honestly and Kiba peeked at me through his fingers.
"Attacked? Why would anyone attack you?"
"I don't know! They've just been really weird this morning, at first I thought I was imagining it but I think everyone is angry with me."
"You think?" He looked at me with some weak sympathy, "Naruto, don't you remember?"
"Remember what?"
"Hinata?-Last Friday? Party?"
"Yeah?"
"*sigh* You dumped Hinata!"
"Wah!? I didn't dump her, she came to her own delusional conclusions and dumped me! I'm still confused about it!"
"Well, that's not the story that's been going around. Everyone in school thinks you cold heartily dumped poor Hinata and they've taken it upon themselves to hate you."
"WHAT!!? BUT IT'S NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS WHAT GOES ON IN MY PERSONAL LIFE SO HOW COULD THEY TAKE IT MORE PERSONALLY THAN ME!!!?" I felt it again, the glares and sure enough I was standing and every person in the hallway had heard me and was staring.
"Naruto sit down!" Kiba hissed, "He didn't mean that." He smiled and waved at them, then back to me with determined eyes, "Listen, Hinata is like the baby sister of our entire grade, she can do no wrong, so in their eyes you're the asshole and there's nothing you can do about it except wait it out."
But-but," I was stuttering and at a loss, I felt like I was being abruptly exiled, "I don't even understand how this happened.'
"Check Facebook. Sakura and Ino put a post up right after the party declaring you, I quote 'the king of all dogs' and explaining the whole thing, but that's if you have any friends left, I'm probably the only one." I groaned when I heard that, it was as if just the thought of going onto my profile to find the hundreds of friends I collected over the years all gone physically hurt me. Kiba saw my pain and looked angry.
"Yeah, I love you too Naruto.'
"Sorry, thanks for sticking by me Kibs."
"Oh, you don't have to thank me, really, the book to the face was enough." He grumbled as he rubbed the small reddened bump on his forehead.
"Hey Neji!" I stood when I saw the brunette coming down the hall.
"What are you doing?" Kiba asked me like I was going crazy.
"I'm going to fix this." I told him and went over to Hinata's older brother before he could stop.
"Hey, Neji, I'm sorry i-"my hand froze an inch away from his shoulder. The glare was like ice, razoring through the air passed my skull and cutting me sore, I can't even describe how effective it was, all I could think was 'that must be what hatred looks like'.
My hand practically shriveled and fell to the floor like an old leaf and Neji glanced down at it regardlessly then whisked away without a word, his company following behind him.
"Uh-" I felt Kiba besides me again.
"I told you." He said, "Wait it out." Kiba patted my shoulder. "Now pick up your arm, we've got History."
History was agonizing, those two faced bitches, Sakura and Ino, sat behind me and loudly gossiped about me through most of the period. When I turned around and told them that I could hear them they smiled and said, "We know."
I reminded myself why it's bad to bitch slap girls and effectively began ignoring them until they noticed that I didn't care anymore. It must have been painful for them, know that they weren't getting any attention, so they started fucking with me, throwing shit at my back and poking my ear with a pencil so that I'd jump, it was so annoying.
"Something wrong Naruto?" Kakashi-sensei asked me when I flew out of my seat screaming like a girl because I swore that black scrunchie that landed on my shoulder was a tarantula; maybe it was because when Ino threw it she said "Ah, a tarantula." Cause if it were any other time I wouldn't have fell for it, really.
But every one was laughing, "No, I'm fine." I muttered as I took back my seat.
When lunch came (Hallelujah!!), I dropped into a seat besides my friends and leaned over the table, "I'm depressed." I muttered, Kiba, Shikamaru and my cousin, Gaara, looked at me.
"What?" Gaara asked.
"I said, I'm spiraling into a depthless gray tornado of dismal pain and rejection. Falling into an endless pit of hopelessness and consumed by the dejecting sting of scorn."
Gaara looked annoyed and Shikamaru ust sighed and asked, "Why do you always have to be so dramatic?"
"It isn't that bad." Kiba told me and I watched him in disbelief.
"Not that bad? While I was walking over here Kankuro and his group threaten to lynch me after school!"
"He did? Don't worry, I'll talk to him." Gaara told me, he's the student body president, and also Kankuro half brother, so I he had some standing.
"Thanks Gaara."
"Large assemblies after school on the compound without the presence of a teacher or assigned authority are prohibited, so if he plans on having such activities, especially if he's going to use any rope or fire, he'll need permission from the board."
I glared at him, "Thanks Gaara!"
"Hey there's Hinata-ouch!" Shikamaru began then cried out when Kiba kicked him but I'd already heard and was searching through the crowd of eating and talking heads….there, by the salad bar, she was with the two-faced bitches. Her large usually shy but bright eyes were dim and weary, her deep blue hair not as shiny and placed in a casual ponytail. A loose dull gray fleece was worn over her uniform and she hugged it like it was the only comfort in the world, it was like the pretty , in love, happy girl at the party last Friday didn't exist.
"Oh kami, I think I hate myself too." I muttered pitifully and my friends glanced at each other then at me. I looked down at the table as I wallowed in my depression, but I didn't even dump her, it's just a misunderstanding!
I looked up now more convinced, "But I didn't even dump her, it was just a misunderstanding!!"
"What was the misunderstanding?" Kiba asked.
"She thought I was tired of her because I refused to have sex with her but the truth was I just didn't want to have sex with her."
"Now that just makes no sense." Shikamaru told me, "Why would you not want to have sex with your girlfriend of five years. You guys are practically married."
"B-because." Oh kami, should I even say this to them?, "Because I'm not attracted to her?" I said awkwardly and even Gaara looked confused. After a couple of seconds of the strange silence someone recovered and coughed up a "What?"
"I'm just not attracted to her-"
"We hear you, we just can't believe it." Shikamaru told me.
"Naruto, I'm worried about you." Gaara said without a visible hint of concern emotion in his face or voice.
"I-"
"Are you gay?"
"WHAT!!?" I jumped out of my seat, "Of course not! Why would you think? I- I-" Those three pairs of eyes, they- they were knowing! Almost humouring. I felt like a bright revealing light and magnifying glass was being shone in my face. It was unbearable. "I gotta go to the-um-library." i stuttered and dashed away like someone was chasing me.
Shit! I sounded so gay back there!! I forgot how dangerous passionate denial is. I may as well of ripped open my shirt to expose the painted rainbow on my chest!
"Naruto!"
"Huh?" I turned around and met the scrutinizing eyes of the principal and my face fell, "Oh, it's just the hag."
"What did you say!?" she sauntered up to me like she was sizing me up for a fight, despite the neat femenine suit and stiletto heels she was wearing, I scoffed and stood my ground.
"Nothing. What do you want granny?"
"It's Principal Tsunade to you brat," she flicked the edge of my nose hard with two manicured fingers and I held it and glared at her, "And why were you making funny faces?"
"I was making faces?"
"And mumbling to yourself."
"I was?" i kind of felt embarrassed now. The hag smiled at me.
"Yes. Something bothering you?"
I felt something in my chest swell when she asked that and all the happenings of today flashed through my mind like a quick slide show, but I shook my head.
"Good, cause it's no fun taking advantage of you when you're depressed."
"Taking advantage of me?" I asked suspiciously and Tsunade nodded.
"There's a little thief in the school. Someone's been stealing teacher's supplies." I cocked a brow at her and she sighed, "You know, markers, pens, staplers, CDs, things like that."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"You're popular right?" not any more, I thought but I shrugged instead of telling her that, "Ask around, most likely it could be one of your stupid friends pulling some prank."
"How are you so sure I'm not behind it?" I asked her with a dangerous smirk and a sly smile crawled slowly onto the hag's lips, she lent over me and grabbed my cheeks between her fingers, puckering my lips. It hurt.
"Cause you'd never do something like that wouldn'gt you kid?" she said and even though she was smiling there was something in her voice that just made me shudder.
"No." I squeaked and she let me go.
"Good."
"Tsunade-sama, phone call." Shizune, her secretary, suddenly stuck her head out of the office door.
"If you hear anything report to me."
"Geez, what is this a mission?"
"You could see it as that, doesn't matter to me, see ya kid." she said before she stalked off, I watched her disappear into her office.
My next class was English, I felt lighter when I realised that, I loved English, it was my best class and my favourite sensei taught it. Iruka-sensei was the best, he was like another Dad at school. That warm smile, the way he chuckles when I say something stupid, the white board erasers and heavy metal stapler missiles he aims at me when I piss him off, make. Makes me all tingly inside.
After a day like today I really needed something that wasn't as worrying. So I decided to go a little early to Iruka-sensei's class so that I could tell him about Hinata, I was sure that he'd know what to do, that he'd understand me, I hope.
Kami, if Iruka-sensei asks me if I'm gay....
The eastern hall way that the classroom was located on was empty, which made sense as there was still fifteen minutes left of lunch. The classroom I passed were lonely too, the silence only troubled by the distant grumble of activity in the cafeterias below, the hum of the air-conditioning and movement in classroom E23, Iruka-sensei's class.
I grinned as I opened the door but then my eyes fell on the only person inside. He was besides Iruka-sensei's desk, bent over one of the opened draws with a hand full of supplies. The guy, who I had never seen before, stood straight when he noticed me at the opened door, he was dressed in black fitted jeans, matching shoes, and a long sleeved, dark blue, thin swaeter. Eyes that were as deeply black as his hair stared at me dully then turned slightly agitated and he held the hand full of staplers, pens and erasers tighter.
"What?" he asked with a little bite in his voice.
My eyes widened from shock and sudden realization and I pointed at him.
"Thief!" I cried and his brow creased in confusion.
"What?"
"THIEF!!!"
End of Chap 2
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