A/N: Sorry for short chapter, I am so busy lately, but at the same time eager to write that I had to post soon!

Enjoy, and if there are any errors, oops. I didn't spell check.

Chapter 4:

now the tables turn

I had not cried so hard before in my life like I did curled up on my bed that day. It seemed like what I was chasing after was nothing, and that I was too foolish to comprehend reality. I wondered what Naruto was thinking right at that moment. I wondered if he knew I was balled up, weeping over him, driving myself crazy. I was starting to realize that what I felt for him was much more than what I initially thought.

"Can I come in?" I heard Hanabi's sweet voice from behind my door. I appreciated her concern for me, but I didn't want to sound stupid crying over a boy. I felt embarrassed of my idiocy.

"I guess…" I respond with a cracking voice. She looks sorry for me, adding more to my shame, but sits by my side and rubs my arm with a warm sisterly love that only she can express.

"I know it's about that boy you like."

"How?" I ask in a fit of sniffles.

"I overheard you and Kiba the other day."

I simply blew air out of my nose in response, sighing heavily over the thought of him.

"Don't let him bring you down, you're too smart for that. He's just a boy, and boys are dumb."

She was right. Boys are dumb, and what's worse is that Naruto is the dumbest of them all. He had no idea how much he was hurting me.

"Just forget about him. He's not worth it if he makes you cry."

I looked up at her and wondered where all this wisdom over feelings came from. She's just a middle schooler, but I guess boys are the same when it comes to love. I scoffed at the thought. Love. It was such a trivial thing, just letting my guard down once led me to spiral down into a painful crying session.

I fell asleep with my head resting on Hanabi's lap, and peacefully drifted off into a dream where there was no Naruto messing with my head.

To my luck, I woke up with a cold and after crying all night, my eyes were puffy enough to fake having a fever and asking to stay home. Other than having my mom shove soup in my mouth all morning, I felt relieved. Until my cellphone rang.

"Hey, Kiba." I answered my phone, knowing well that he was calling to ask about what happened between me and Naruto.

"Where were you? I missed you in English class!"

I let out a chuckle, happy to hear Kiba's cheerful voice, "I'm sick. Don't worry, I've drank enough chicken soup to not get sick for the rest of my life."

"Well I'm glad to hear you're feeling better, but what about Naruto? Are you feeling better about him?"

"No. Just forget about him, Kiba. It's over."

"What?! No! You guys were meant for each other! The guy looked depressed as hell all day!"

I felt glad to hear that Naruto was suffering like I was, but that didn't mean I was just going to let things continue their crooked path. I don't deserve it.

"I'm done with that guy, Kiba, and that's final."

The morning after I was back in school feeling my confidence and pride boosted up to healthy levels. I walked through the hallways, not exactly ready to face Naruto, but ready to throw him out of my life. Soon enough, I saw him standing at his locker with Sasuke waiting for him to take out his books. He noticed me, and immediately nudged the blond who looked my way.

Looking wide eyed, exasperated, at loss of words, I could tell he wanted to run my way and say something but something stopped him. He was having second thoughts, but why?

I shook my head and kept walking ahead, not bothering to figure out what was going through his tiny brain.

"Hinata!" I heard him call my name. It felt surreal, after a whole day without hearing his voice to suddenly hearing him call my name, it was as if I went blank. I stopped walking, for some reason, and turned around. Nervousness overcame my body as I expected the worst to come out of his mouth, but what happened after was the kind of plot twist that happens in novels and movies.

"I broke up with Sakura!"

I stood there. Dumbfounded by the sudden announcement, unable to speak or move. He looked serious, probably the most serious I have ever seen him since we met.

"S-so?" I manage to mutter. "It doesn't change the kind of man you are, Naruto…" I looked down. I was probably hurting him, and I never expected to be the one to do any damage, but I also couldn't risk my heart.

"No, Hinata, everything will be different now. Just give me a chance, I'll show you."

Everything was happening too fast for me to understand what he was proposing. I was sure that I had made up my mind, but what just happened? Is this the reality I was telling myself to face yesterday? I don't know what to think of him anymore. If he's willing to leave Sakura for me, is it really a good thing, or does that mean he's capable of leaving me some day when he finds another girl?

I sighed, looking directly into his eyes,"Okay. Show me I can trust you, and time will tell what happens."

He gave me a determined look, and that playful smirk that makes him stand out from all the other boys I've met, "Does this mean you do like me?"

"Maybe…" I started giving in to his playful attitude, I must really be crazy to do this.

"I knew it!"