Just another high school drama

by RainbowElephant101

After a terrible event Hinata has enrolled in a new school. And with new people has decided to change since no one can question her past but part of her past has decided to return and he could destroy everything she has worked for. Luckily he can't remember her. Yet.

10. Chapter 10

Hinata sighed, looking at her watch again 4:04. She was running late, hopefully he hadn't left yet. Running across the parking lot as fast as she could in heels, Hinata spotted the wild boy by her bike smoking.

"Inuzuka sorry I'm late" Hinata called as she got closer. Dropping her bags, she chucked him her helmet and ducked around him to move her bike.

"this is your bike?" he asked as she set it against the curb. As he watched her set up Kiba sat down on the pavement, shrugged his jacket off sitting it down next him with the helmet. He dashed the cigarette butt on the ground since it had burnt out, because he forgotten about it, and lit another not even hearing the clicks of the camera shutter. He pulled both legs up, resting his arms on is knees and looking start at the girl in front of him with interest. She was interesting and odd, but brave since she went up and started talking to him like they were old friends, most girls didn't like the piercings and tattoos. There was something about her that attracted him to her. Kiba stood up abruptly, dropping the fag to stand on the butt and walked towards Hinata. She bent was over her camera bag trying to force everything back in, he wrapped an arm around her petit frame causing her to bolt up straight. He moved the hand holding her lower and grabbed one of her hands before kissing up her collar-bone to her ear. She jerked back when his fingers grazed the top of her shorts, shivering at the feeling of his lips at her ear.

"you work so hard to look strong, this manic frenzy that you work up when talking is just a distraction so people think you're lively when really you want to retreat into a dark corner and cry" he muttered as his fingers dipped below the waist band of her shorts, she grabbed his hand trying to stop him. He let go of her wrist and sat his free hand on her hip before running it up her side, thumb grazing the curve of her breast.

"But you are strong, never let anyone tell you other wise, I would never have the courage to get up in the morning like you do if something tragic happened to me" he whispered, his hand dipped lower while the other rested on her hip again.

"how do you know?" she asked, eyes closed and almost breathless. Her knees felt weak at his touch.

"I can't see this emptiness in your eyes, when you feel like talking about it come find me, but be warned I'm not a good boy" she wanted to whimper at the loss of warmth but didn't want him to hear, grabbing her bag she ran, she ran and didn't look back.