Who the hell was he kidding?
Sasuke sighed, leaning against the railing of his balcony. A cigarette sat between his lips, bobbing up and down. His raven-dark bangs swayed in the salty-tasting breeze of the ocean and a mug of freshly brewed hazelnut coffee sat on the dry wood railing.
Unfortunately, he realized that if he leaned far over the rail far enough, he got a clear view of Hinata and Gaara sitting at the outdoor bar area of the hotel. Bright morning light glinted off Hinata's ponytail, making it turn a gorgeous indigo, the one Sasuke loved to see every morning, well ever since their affair anyways.
He scoffed. When the hell had he become such a romantic?
"Since never," he muttered, to probably reassure himself, as he leaned over the railing, watching them.
This was stupid, he realized. He didn't move though.
She's gonna be pissed at me, he thought. He shifted to a more comfortable stance.
"Alright," he muttered, going back inside. He closed the sliding door and picked up the remote to his room. Pushing down on the curtains button, he stood in front of them until they were completely closed before sighing. He tossed the remote on his California king-sized bed and headed for his bathroom.
He had other things to worry about, like his job. Oh wait, Hinata was about to fuck the person who was most important to them.
-
Hinata found Gaara completely riveting. And it wasn't even to spite Sasuke. After their quiet, comfortable, peaceful and most surprisingly, uneventful breakfast, he had taken her for a walk around the beach. It was dawn and so beautiful, she couldn't help but gush about it.
And she even admitted she didn't talk that much even at a conference.
He laughed!
No, it was more of a chuckle and a flicker of amusement in his eyes. God, his gorgeous, gorgeous eyes. Such a pretty, pretty sea-foam green. They were a shock to her system every time she looked in them, like a bucket of cold water on her sleeping form.
Sasuke's deep black paled in comparison.(Get it? Paled? Oh God, she cracked herself up)
Sadly, the sweet moment didn't last for forever, like she was hoping against hope for, but instead, Gaara listened as she continued to rant and rave about her job; the good and the bad.
He didn't interrupt her, like a certain someone. He didn't roll his eyes, like a certain someone. He didn't take advantage of her moments of quiet to say something incredibly head-reducing. And he certainly didn't snort or scoff at any of her ideas.
Then she realized what she was doing.
She wanted to slap herself.
Sasuke was nothing compared to this mass of beautiful next to her. Gaara was like . . . five Sasukes in a good mood walking down Fifth Avenue in New York City. He was that yummy.
She decided, right then and there, that she was going to enjoy her yummy treat. Sasuke be damned, she thought victoriously, bouncing along side Gaara with something close to pride. You had our fun, now it's time for mine.
-
Why was he so pissy about this?
Sasuke blatantly ignored Hinata as she gushed and raved about how Gaara was such an amazing person.
He doesn't seem so amazing, he thought sourly, before giving his mind a good throttling. Since when did he care for Hinata and her stupid relationships that had nothing to do with him?
Since never!!! He wanted to scream, but couldn't find the energy, or the right emotion to do so. Either he was deliberately doing this or there was some hidden meaning behind it. And he be damned if he let some pretty boy be the cause of his mood-swings.
"-and then," Hinata was like a goddamn waterfall, and he was about to dam the stupid, babbling thing.
"Shut it," he snapped and she blinked. It was quiet as they stared at each other before storm clouds appeared on her face. Sasuke had to stop himself from letting his jaw drop and his perfectly good cigarette hit the sandy –as in sandy sandy, not the color- pale red carpet of their hotel (he wanted to rip it up, and knew exactly why).
She turned on the heel of her flat, gold Juicy Couture sandals, hands fisting up at the sides of her cuffed white denim Miss Sixty Capri's. "I see how it is. You're just jealous of Gaara. Which I find childish and stupid. And quite frankly, I find it a total turn-off."
His eyebrow twitched.
She did not just go there.
There was no way she had just said that . . . had she? Bull-fucking-shit. Like he cared for her opinion. No, seriously, he didn't. It didn't matter if he was a big turn-off to her. If she thought he cared, he didn't.
Or, that's what he kept telling himself. Sadly, Sasuke was a sucky liar.
"Gaara is much better than you'll ever be," she said, lifting her delicate, ski-slope nose to the air, leaving him fuming. "I can't see how I ever liked you in the first place. Let alone loved you."
His breath, literally, choked in his throat. That was hurtful, even to him. Hadn't there been times where deep in the night he had heard those three little words? Hadn't she whispered, not even shivering in a moment of heat? Hadn't they meant anything to her? Hell, they had mattered even a little to him.
No matter how ego-bruising though, he wasn't going to give in. Even if he felt he had already done so.
She was already leaving him behind.
The back of her white t-shirt was all he was seeing right now and even that was disappearing rapidly.
"Damn," he muttered, kicking a nearby potted plant.
What was it with her?
What was so good about Gaara?
What was so damn aggravating about this whole situation?
Why was he losing to some loser red-head?
What the hell was he supposed do now?
Where the hell was he supposed to go now?
He slid down the wall, huffing and trying to regain whatever dignity he had left. Ha! Right, like there was any dignity left for him in all this stupidity. Why couldn't Hinata see? What was so cool about a red-head with sea green eyes? (No wait; they were sea-foam green, right?)
And why did he fee like such an ass?
He dropped his head in his hands, feeling stupid and left out in the rain.
He hated this feeling. The feeling of being left alone. The feeling of being the one on the outside looking in. The feeling of being the third wheel, the third spoke. When was it going to be his turn to finally step inside the door?
Standing briskly, he headed for the one sanctuary in this damn place, his bedroom.
Most likely, never.
-
Hinata was tempted to call Hanabi and possibly Sakura and rave what had just gone down. She had destroyed he legendary playboy's ego! Ha! Take that, Uchiha Sasuke! She was so over him and his moody, childish ways.
Gaara was the new in.
Sasuke was the new out.
She plopped down in the white-and-sky-blue striped cushion in the whicker arm chair and smiled to herself.
Then it hit her, hard and brutal. Kind of like a wrecking ball of guilt on her whole day and experience.
She had crushed Sasuke, like a bug under a spike heel Versace platform pump. Shino would have pissed his pants if Hinata had done such a thing, but gladly, he wasn't here. And when he wasn't here, Hinata didn't have to feel obliged to explain that she hadn't meant to squash the poor thing.
Just like she had meant to exterminate Sasuke.
It was like being caught red-handed by Shino with exterminator gear on and going away at a poor African beetle.
Extremely stupid and not a very good idea.
"Whatever," she said aloud, trying to get over this overwhelming feeling of losing something. "It's not like he cared anyways."
She bounded from her chair and dropped onto her Californa-king sized bed, cradling the soft, down-filled pillow under her head. She didn't care anymore. It didn't matter. He didn't matter.
It was all Gaara from here on out.
Oh, and her job too.
-
Sasuke made it a point to not make it to dinner. Hinata felt her anger flare up and go down almost instantly. It was her fault anyways.
She should apologize.
She should go back and admit that she was wrong.
She should say that she hadn't meant to hurt him, even though she had.
She should be focusing on her job instead of the snow-white Hermes linen suit Gaara was wearing and what was underneath it.
"It looks as if he won't make it," she said to Gaara, feeling a stab of guilt. "I'm sure he's not feeling well." Because, you know, I crushed his ego in the hallway not eight hours ago, she finished in her head.
Gaara nodded silently, motioning for their waiter to back. "Then I guess we can get started."
She felt a warm feeling hit her stomach. Gaara was so smooth! He was like a polished marble floor! He didn't hesitate in his decisions, he plowed through and there was no stopping him!
Oh god, she giggled, I'm like a school girl with a crush on her teacher.
It was a shame she actually liked this feeling.
And we continue the wonderous relationship of Gaara the Hottie and Hinata the Princess of Hyuga & Uchiha Co-Op!
Ohmygawd! It's like a freaking soap-opera! I do loves me a good story here and there! XDDDDD
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