Music, Ballet and All of the Above
disclaimer: i don't own Naruto.
Chapter 7
Sasuke and Humiliation
I sighed deeply, still listening to the music. How did Sasuke get so good?
"Hinata?" a voice whispered to me. I opened my eyes and Ayame stood in front of me, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Sasuke. Her jaw hung downward slightly. At the corner of her mouth, I could almost see a speck of sparkling drool.
"What's up?" I asked. It's going to take her a whole week to finally stop staring at him like she wants to eat him.
"He looks even more wonderful than he did last week," she muttered to me finally removing her eyes off of him. Ayame sat down slowly next to me. "How long were you alone with him?" she asked me. Her face held a bright, yet fake, smile. She spoke without really moving her lips completely.
"Not too long, I guess," I replied, trying not to move my lips as well. You never know; wonder boy could possibly read lips too. Hmm… I like that. Maybe instead of Sasuke I'll call him wonder boy in my mind. I might have to be careful because I could possibly call him that to his face, and then I will have to explain a lot. I bit my lower lip thoughtfully. Sasuke slowed his fingers and ended the song beautifully.
"No one knows his name … do you?" Ayame whispered again to me. Sasuke glanced over at us and threw me another smirk. I swear if he smirks at me one more time I'll …. I'll … well, I don't know what I will do, but I will do something. Possibly violent.
"It's Sasuke." I said clearly while standing up. I brushed invisible dirt off myself and walked over to the ballet bar.
"Hn?" Sasuke turned to face me with a questioning look.
"She asked what your name was," I answered his non-verbal question.
"my name's ayame." She introduced herself talking a step closer to him.
"Hn." That's all he could say to that. He is so mean. Neji does the 'hn' thing too, so I have come to realize what they mean. And that one was definitely code for "I don't care". The bastard. He's so selfish and egotistical, narcissistic even.
I narrowed my eyes into a strong glare. Watch out wonder boy!
More and more dancers started waltzing in at that point and that was good. The rest of my time at the dance studio, I neither talked to nor even acknowledged wonder boy.
I walked outside. Even though it was only early September it was freezing outside. The air had a winter chill to it. I stood on the pavement, looking around for a car that was waiting for me. I didn't find one. Great. Neji probably forgot about me. I sighed, taking a seat on the curb near one of the lights.
"Do you need a ride?" Sasuke took a seat next to me on the curb. His leg was mere inches away from mine and I felt the heat radiating off of him … just like in my dream or … nightmare.
"No," I replied calmly. Neji would show up eventually because either Isy or Hanabi will remind him.
"Are you sure? Because I can drive you home." I looked over at him through my bangs. His eyes looked sincere enough, but why was he being so nice to me again?
"Okay … I don't know where Neji is."
"Wow, that was easier then I thought it would be." He shrugged lightly. His leather jacket made a light crisp sound because of the movement.
"Why?" I asked curiously. What does he mean? I can never really understand him.
"I thought you would make me list reasons why I should drive you home," he smirked at me. It wasn't really a smirk though it was smiley-ish.
"Maybe next time," I giggled . Whoa .. I-I giggled?
"Next time then." Sasuke nodded. He stood up and held out his hand to help me up. Cautiously, I took it and he pulled me up. It was in one quick movement, like I was weightless to him. "My bike is over here." Wait … what? Bike?!
"B-bike?" My eyes widened fearfully.
"Yeah .. a motorcycle. You're not afraid of them are you?"
"No! I just have never been on one before," my voice squeaked out. I'm not afraid.
"I guess I have to drive this time," Sasuke laughed. The sultry sound vibrated from his throat. Wow … focus Hinata! FOCUS!
"Are you saying you're going to teach me how to drive that, some time or something?" I asked.
"Maybe…." He smirked at me gently. It was another smiley one. The more smiley smirks brighten up his face while the smirk-smirks darken it a little.
"Yeah .. I doubt that," I laughed. I was not going to drive a motorcycle, ever. Sasuke handed me a helmet and I placed it on my head and fastened the strap. He put his own helmet on and threw his leg over the seat and sat down. He waited patiently for me as I tightened the shoulder strap on my dance bag and sat on the seat behind him.
"You're going to want to hold on," Sasuke said, amused. He kicked up the kickstand and turned the ignition. The bike roared to life underneath us. In my shock of the noise it was causing, I wrapped my arms around his abdomen. He made the metal beast "voom" and we took off. My arms tightened around him, and I hid my face in the back of his shoulder from the wind. To be honest I didn't really mind and I don't think he did either. He smelled nice though, like a mixture of pine, cologne, and soap.
A pink convertible pulled up along the curb from the shadows. Two people were sitting in the front seat. Both of them were wearing handkerchiefs on their heads.
"How dare she? She has no right to hold Sasuke like that!" the driver raged to her friend.
"Definitely! Who does she think she is?" her friend agreed. The driver pulled the car away from the curb and drove off quickly in the same direction that the motorcycle went.
Sasuke stopped the motorcycle in front of my house. The kitchen and Hanabi's room were lit up. Isy and Hanabi were home, but where was Neji? Don't tell me he is waiting for me to come out at the studio?! Oh man, I screwed up. The roaring engine froze and became silent. I stepped off carefully, and Sasuke did the same. He put down the kick stand and took off his helmet. Placing the helmet on the seat he reached his hand out towards me. What did he want? A handshake or something?
"The helmet," he clarified. Oh that makes sense. All he wanted was his other helmet back.
"Sorry. Thanks for the ride," I laughed nervously as I unfastened the buckle on the helmet and handed it to him. I turned and started to walk as fast as I could without making it look like I was running away from him. Even though I was trying to run away from him. In seconds he was walking next to me. I stopped quickly to look at him. He stopped a few inches in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I asked. Does he seriously want something?
"Walking you to your door. Am I not allowed to?" Sasuke asked. He was teasing me. Is he bipolar or something? He went from being an ass to Ayame to being all sweet and flirty to me.
"Actually no, you're not allowed to." I walked past him, ramming my shoulder into his as I passed. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and began looking for the right one for the door.
"You're doing it again." Sasuke stated. He said it like it was a fact of life. The sky is blue! The grass is green! You're doing it again! What was I doing?
"What am I doing?!" I spun around and asked angrily. He walked onto the porch, so he stood in front of me again. I glared into his eyes. He's confronting me again! I'm not backing down!
"You're acting like you hate me." he smirked, taking a step closer to me. what was he getting at? I do hate him!
"I do hate you!" I said, taking a backwards step to be farther from him.
"Really? Because I got the impression of the opposite three times today." Sasuke took another step closer to me. I was running out of porch behind me. If we took another step backwards my back would be against the door and I would be trapped. Like a bunny in a cage.
"Three times huh?" I took my last step backwards I had no where else to go. My back leaned against the door. I was stuck, trapped, cornered. It was over!
"Yeah, the first was in math class. The second was at the dance studio when you loved my piano playing, and third on the motorcycle. You didn't have to wrap your arms around me that tightly." Sasuke took his final step towards me. " And there is everything else."
"Everything else?" Why do I always feel confused? And why do I ask so many questions?!
"The way you talk to me, even the way you look at me. You like me, Hyuuga. There is no denying that." His face was instantly closer to mine. I don't like it, I don't like it one bit. And I definitely don't like him!
"That's rich coming from you!" I said. His face moved away from mine. Oh I got him! "Since you are the one that is practically stalking me!" The pair of onyx eyes in front of me questioned me. It felt like he was looking at my soul, not my face.
"Stalk you? No, but I do stare at you. A lot." Sasuke smirked and leaned forward once again.
"HA! So you admit it!" I yelled raising an accusing finger to him. He wrapped his hand gently around my finger and pulled it back down to my side. His smirk loosened into a smile. I felt the heat of blood rushing to my cheeks. My heart was beating faster than an I don't know what, but it was fast. I tried to make it calm it down, just a little. I hope he can't hear it, or worse, feel it. Why did he have to stand so close to me? He was the same distance away in my dream. It doesn't mean he is going to kiss me or anything … does it? His eyes caught mine and my mind went blank. All of my rambling thoughts disappeared. Nothing. Pitch black nothingness.
"Yeah, I admit I like you too. Goodnight." Sasuke kissed me on the cheek and walked slowly to his motorcycle. He glanced back at me once before putting on his helmet and driving off. I stared after him without blinking. He kissed me! On the cheek, but it was still a kiss.
"You know, if you keep your mouth open like that you could swallow a bug." I jumped at the sound of Isy's voice. I turned to see she was standing next to me. I closed my mouth and … wait my mouth was open. I must have looked like a complete idiot! Sasuke must think I'm stupid! I looked at Isy with a sad and appalled expression. She guided me inside and made me sit on the couch.
"This is all Neji's fault!" I yelled springing up from the couch cushion. "If he would have been there, none of that would have happened."
"You're right, if Neji was actually there to pick you up, you wouldn't have realized that I told you so!" Isy said. She yawned and stretched out like a cat.
"And what did you tell me again?" I must have either forgotten or I blocked it out.
"That he likes you." My head snapped over in the direction of where she was. She was listening! Eavesdropper! I thought Hanabi was the only one who did that in this house!
"You were listening?!"
"I only heard the end. I'm not like Hanabi, even though little Uchiha and you are kind of cute to watch. It's like one of those soap operas on television." Whoa … it's bad, really bad. My cousin, who is like an older sister to me, just compared my relationship with Sasuke to a soap opera. I sighed heavily as I stomped up the steps leading upstairs. I just couldn't take this. I traveled down the hallway still stomping. I ignored whatever Hanabi said to me and turned into my room. To end my noise-making, I slammed the door closed. It sounded like it almost flew off the hinges. I threw my stuff on the floor, not caring about anything. Maybe sleep would make everything go away or at least a little better. Not bothering to change into my pajamas I crawled into bed.
"Okay, bum! Out of bed!" I woke up to Isy's voice. I opened my eyes, slowly. I felt like I haven't slept in days. What's wrong with me?
"Ugh…" I grunted into my pillow. I don't want to go to school today.
"School day!" she sang out happily, before skipping out of my room. What happened to the non-morning person Isy? She was never this happy during the morning.
After getting dressed I went downstairs and ate breakfast. Much to my surprise and happiness, no one mentioned last night until we reached the car.
"Was he the one you like?" Hanabi asked. She scribbled on one of her notebooks as Neji drove.
"What?" I asked.
"The boy on the porch with the motorcycle … the one that dropped you off last night. Is he the one you like?" she stopped writing and asked me, annoyingly.
"What he with the motorcycle?!" Neji turned back to face me, ignoring the fact that he was driving the car!
"Neji! Look where you are going!" Isy yelled, pushing his face forward. "if you are going to drive like this I'll start driving you all to school again."
"Are you trying to kill us?!" Hanabi screamed tucking her head in her arms. She was so over dramatic.
"Stop that, we're fine." I slapped her hands away from her head. I swear … they're all crazy! I leaned my head against the cold car window out of frustration. When will this all end?!
I sighed, walking through the hallway. All the people stopped to look at me. Some laughed and pointed … huh? I didn't do anything to embarrass myself yet. What was going on? I continued on my way to my locker ignoring the stupid people around me. I stopped, suddenly seeing the words on my locker. The words "clumsy freak" were written on my locker in bright red paint. Why would someone do this? What did I ever do to them? I slumped my shoulders and opened my locker. That was a big mistake on my part. As I opened my locker red paint fell on top of me. Using my fingers I wiped away the paint from my eyes and looked up. The empty paint can stared back down at me. Another menacing drop fell from it hitting me directly on the bridge of my nose. The laughter around me erupted into a pure chaos of noise. Everyone seemed to be enjoying my red makeover … everyone except me. I felt warm tears form at the corners of my eyes. No! don't cry! Stop it! it will only make it worse! I screamed at myself mentally. Slamming my locker closed, I left my things in the hallway. It didn't matter. I ran into the closest girl's bathroom, and into a stall. Slamming the door closed, I sat on the toilet and let the tears go. The bathroom door was thrown open but I continued to cry my eyes out.
"Hinata?" I heard Tenten's voice call me from the other side of the stall.
"I want to be alone … please," I hiccupped.
"Well Temari and I are not going to do that. We love you remember?" I looked down at her feet. I could tell she was telling the truth just by the way she stood. Her stance was determined and strong, like she always was. "Are you going to open the stall or do I have to crawl underneath to get in?" Silently, I gulped and pushed the latch over, opening the door. Tenten walked in and closed it behind her. Another body slid in from underneath the side of the stall.
"You know I would have opened the door if you would have said something." Tenten frowned at Temari.
"And where's the fun in that?" Temari asked. I laughed, watching my two best friends. "Look at that, I made a smile appear on that cute face," she cooed at me.
"This is so not cute." I said pointing to my red paint-covered face. Tenten slipped out of the stall and wet some paper towels. She brought them back in and handed them to me.
"Who do you think did it?" Tenten asked. She held another wet paper towel and started wiping off my face.
"I bet you any amount of money that it was Suckera and her little blonde bitch." Temari's conclusion made sense. Sakura hated me, but what did I do to her to deserve this?
"Why would she do this to me though?" I asked, swatting at Tenten's attacks with wet paper towels.
"She's just jealous," Tenten said, finally giving up. She tried to clean me up so valiantly.
"Of what? Why should she be jealous of me? She already has everything," I groaned. I looked down at my clothes. They were definitely ruined.
"Not everything!" Temari sang out. I looked up at her in confusion. What was it that I had that Sakura didn't? "The Uchiha duh!" Sasuke? It's him! That's why she has been extra bitchy to me! She has always wanted to date him and he hates her!
"And what am I supposed to do?" I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my hair. I had momentarily forgotten about the paint. My hands were once again covered in bright red paint. No doubt there would be stains on my skin from it too.
"You could … date him," Temari suggested. She shrugged her shoulders in response to the weird looks that Tenten and I both gave her.
"What?! Are you insane Temari?! Sakura did this when she only thought that Sasuke liked Hinata and her dating him would take everything she could and probably would do to a whole new level." And then something hit me. A thought, not a real something. Maybe she saw …
"Does she stalk him?" I asked curiously. They both turned to look at me.
"Yeah, all the time." Tenten nodded.
"Then that explains it," I muttered to myself.
"Explains what?" my two friends asked simultaneously. I stood up and walked past them out of the stall. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked dreadful. The red paint covered my head entirely and the little amount of eye makeup I wore was runny and smudged.
"She saw what happened last night on my porch." Tenten started to wipe the paint out of the hair in the back as I started to wipe my bangs. Temari sat down on the sink's counter and telepathically begged me to continue, and I did. "Sasuke drove me home from dance, and then he gave me a whole speech about how I like him and how I should just admit it already. Towards the end he said that he liked me too and kissed my cheek. Then he hopped on his motorcycle and drove away."
"That does explain it," Temari grimaced. She pulled out some more paper towels from the dispenser and wet them. She gave half of them to me and the other half to Tenten.
"Thanks Captain Obvious," Tenten muttered. She said it so softly only she and I heard it. We burst into fits of laughter.
"Whatever you said, it was so not funny!" she called out, defending herself. The attempt only made Tenten and I laugh harder.
After we had stopped laughing and I was cleaned up to some degree, I found Isy standing outside of the bathroom with Neji. They both wore a sad, apologetic smile.
"I'll take you home." Isy walked towards me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. She stopped, turning to Neji, Temari and Tenten. "Go to class." Her tone was nice, but it was still in a command form.
"I'm sorry." I apologized. I didn't want to cause so much trouble to her. Her classes would have to sit in the gym because she had to drive me all the way home.
"Why are you sorry? You went through a lot in a matter of minutes. And you can't walk around school like that." Isy smiled lightly and hugged me tighter. I needed all the hugs I could get. "When we get home I want those clothes and you are going to go to bed," she commanded. I nodded in reply. Sleep was the best cure for humiliation. … well not really, just the sadness that comes with the humiliation.
End of chapter 7
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