Sorry for not updating in a while!
I had a massive case of writer's block, and math homework has really eaten up my spare time. T_T
So I decided to write this... thing.
I tried to make it long-ish to make up for the lack of quality haha.
I hope you enjoy it anyway! ^_^
I read the note that had been left on my desk over a couple of times. Judging by the chicken scratch that only boys could produce, I assumed it was Sasuke's handwriting. After all, he was the only guy that ever talked to me except for Naruto.
Truth: And Kiba…
…but we don't talk anymore.
I searched the language arts room for Sasuke. I saw Sakura and Naruto fighting, as usual. Some students were finishing their homework that was due today. Other students flirted, talked, laughed, socialized, and completed other normal teenager activities. A girl started reapplying her eyeliner, and a guy took out his cell phone to text. Kakashi-sensei was sitting at his desk, reading one of his perverted books. The whole language arts room bursted with life, but Sasuke was absent.
Lie: This isn't weird at all.
Neither is the relationship between Lee and Guy-sensei.
"Where's Sasuke?" Sakura pouted, crossing her arms. "I wanted to show him my new shimmer lip gloss."
"Hey, Sakura, I'll taste your lip gloss for Sasuke!" Naruto grinned.
"Ew, go screw a frog!" she screamed as she punched his face.
Truth: Well, we ARE bisecting frogs in biology this week…
"All right, settle down class," Kakashi-sensei sighed with his nose still stuck in his perverted book.
After surveying the room once more, I detected no sign of Sasuke. Now that I thought of it, I hadn't seen him in the hallways either. This made me wonder how he managed to leave a note on my desk. I tucked the folded note into my oversized sweatshirt pocket and decided to forget about it for a while.
My thoughts led to the party tonight. Since I was forced by both Sasuke and Temari, I had no choice but to attend. I wondered if I should actually dress up and have fun, or retreat back into my shy disguise. My fingers combed through my hair as I contemplated.
Truth: Back in Suna, my hair used to be down all the way to my butt.
Kiba loved my long, luxurious hair (and my butt).
Sometimes he used to pet it, as if I was his dog Akamaru.
Before attending Konoha High, I grabbed a pair of scissors, locked myself into the bathroom, and slashed it all off.
Now it's this poofy, frizzy mess above my shoulders.
Lie: It also makes me look hotter than Guy-sensei.
"Pst. Hinata," Naruto whispered as he threw an eraser at my head to get my attention. "I need to borrow a sheet of paper."
"N-naruto?" I squeaked and turned around.
Lie: Naruto isn't an idiot.
The eraser didn't hit me in the eye.
Now I need to go to the nurse's office.
"K-kakashi-sensei?" I asked, my hand gingerly raised in the air.
"Yes, Hinata?" Kakashi-sensei asked as he turned away from the board.
I said softly, "M-may I please g-go to the nurse? I… I feel a l-little nauseous."
Truth: I lied so I wouldn't get Naruto in trouble for hitting me in the eye with his eraser.
Lie: After all, I love the stupid bastard.
"Of course," he chirped and handed me a pass. "Read chapters 6-8 in Moby Dick for homework."
Truth: I think the only reason why Kakashi-sensei picked that book was because it has the word "dick" in it.
"T-thank you, Kakashi-sensei," I squeaked.
As I walked out the door, I heard Naruto whisper to Sakura, "Hey, Sakura, can I borrow a piece of paper?"
I wandered through the empty halls and soaked in the bliss of being free. Now that nobody could watch me, I could do whatever I wanted. With this thought, I decided to dance on my way to the nurse's office.
I attempted to tap dance next to the water fountains that only worked on Wednesdays. After passing the computer lab, I pretended to be a ballerina. After finishing my performance with a bow to the lockers, I skipped the rest of the way to the nurse's office.
Truth: It feels great to be the true Hinata.
I just wish I could do it all of the time.
"S-sasuke?" I called out.
Lie: I was disappointed I didn't get to eat the cafeteria's UFOs (unidentified fried objects).
Oh, and I absolutely hated to miss the canned fruit delicacies that tasted like metal.
Truth: Even though my stomach rumbled from the lack of "lunch," I had other things to worry about:
Just like the note told me, I was outside during lunchtime. Temari wanted me to sit with her and the guys, but I just used the excuse from language arts; I felt nauseous.
I saw a guy from my language arts class sitting outside too. He stared at me, and I looked away. I studied the blades of grass until he walked back inside the school.
Since it was taking a while for Sasuke to arrive, I ached to start drawing. In fact, I already knew my next subject would be Kakashi-sensei. After all, I wanted to explore the possibilities of why he read perverted books all of the time. Maybe if I bought him some volumes of Icha Icha Tactics, he'd give me extra credit.
I searched through my messenger bag, but I realized I had left my sketchbook at home. Frustrated, I just decided to read my Moby Dick assignment for language arts. I took the book out of my bag and sat with my back to a tree.
Truth: If you ever need a cure for your insomnia, read Moby Dick.
"Ow!" I shrieked as I felt somebody kick me. "What was that for?"
"I can't believe you skipped class to take a nap," Neji frowned. "No wonder you're a failure."
"Go away," I grumbled.
I didn't want to take any more of Neji's crap. I was already in a terrible mood from waking up from my blissful nap.
"Fine," he spat as he left. "Get your own ride home."
Neji left, and I decided not to follow him. I hated to hear his insanely loud rap station in the afternoons anyway. I stuffed Moby Dick into my bag in anger. Clutching my messenger bag, I got up from my place under the tree. The folded note fell out of my oversized sweatshirt pocket. I picked it up, read it, and realized something.
Truth: Sasuke never came…
…he never cared.
He never cared about me.
Just like Kiba…
I'm not sure if there's even a difference between them, between every guy.
Lie: I promise to not kick Sasuke in the balls the next time I see him.
Upset, I tore the note into small, unrecognizable pieces. Then I groaned because I forced myself to pick up all the pieces since I hated littering.
"Hey, Hinata," I heard Temari call from a distance.
As she walked closer, I saw that she looked super pissed, perhaps almost as angry as I felt.
"Shikamaru's trying to talk me out of throwing the party just because he'd rather sleep on his lazy ass," she frowned. "Look, it's not my fault that his parents are leaving at 9:30, so the party has to start at 10. He already gets more than enough sleep during class."
"Guys suck," I gritted my teeth, "especially Sasuke."
"What do you mean?" she raised an eyebrow.
"H-he just sucks," I hissed.
"You seem pissed," Temari noted.
I exploded, "I'm the only girl who actually g-gives a crap about the real him, not just his hot exterior. Yet, he t-treats me like crap by not even s-showing up! I w-waited the whole lunch period for him! I knew I s-shouldn't have drawn attention to myself. I knew h-he was like Kiba. Why am I s-so stupid?"
Lie: I stuttered on purpose.
Truth: I don't know who I am anymore.
Maybe I'm the shy, Konoha High Hinata; maybe I'm the playful, Suna High Hinata.
I don't know.
"You'd only be stupid if you liked Naruto, which you apparently don't," Temari commented. "How did you know to meet Sasuke for lunch?"
"He left a note on my desk," I replied, pointing to the remnants of shredded paper I still needed to pick up from the ground.
"Wow, and I thought Gaara had anger management issues," she murmured.
"Sasuke was going to take me to the party!" I exclaimed angrily. "I can't believe I trusted that jerk!"
She frowned, "I'm going through all of this trouble to throw a party, and I'm not going to let some asshole ruin it for you. Do you know where Sasuke is?"
I shook my head, "He wasn't in school today."
My new friend was silent for a moment, and then she whacked me on the head.
Truth: Temari doesn't hit like a girl.
"Then how could've the note been from Sasuke if he wasn't here to give it to you?" she laughed.
Lie: I'm so smart that I make Naruto look dumb.
Truth: The other guy I saw outside must have put the note on my desk by accident.
He probably meant to give it to someone else.
After all, nobody really knows are cares where I sit, so he wouldn't have known it was my desk.
Even though Sasuke didn't show up at school, I decided to get ready for the party anyway. If he didn't show up to pick me up, I would go by myself and just take Neji's car. After all, I did promise Temari I would go.
The question of the day was: what do I wear? Should I actually go through the whole girly makeover thing I usually did before parties? Did I want to straighten my hair, wear my new miniskirt, and flirt with random guys? Being my old self sounded so appealing that I considered breaking out my array of teen makeover magazines.
However, my actions today stopped me in my tracks. I had gone berserk when I thought Sasuke had betrayed me. I even started stuttering, which didn't make any sense. If I attracted attention through my looks, I could get hurt again. Then I would go all crazy.
After taking a shower, I decided to change into my favorite blue sweatshirt. It was about five sizes too big, but amazingly comfy.
Truth: Oh, and of course I put on some pants too.
Can't go anywhere without pants!
After verifying the time as 9:30, I decided to sneak outside so Neji and Hanabi wouldn't notice me leaving.
Lie: Sasuke's shiny, new convertible is pulled up on our driveway.
It's jet black, just like his eyes.
He winks at me, and I hop inside.
I double-checked to see some sort of transportation, but it looked like Sasuke walked to my house on foot.
"S-sasuke?" I squeaked.
"I don't have a car," he stated. "Can we use yours?"
I was confused as to why the great Sasuke Uchiha didn't own a car, but I nodded, ran back inside, and grabbed Neji's car keys. Sasuke took the car keys from me told me he would drive. I climbed in the shotgun seat.
"You w-weren't at school today," I whispered, breaking the silence between us.
"I had to work an extra shift at Burger Kage," he grunted.
"I'm s-sorry about l-last night," I said softly. "I j-just thought-"
He turned to me, "What? You thought you knew me? You don't."
"I k-know," I admitted, "but if y-you just let me-"
"Look, I don't even know you," Sasuke interrupted. "You seem so shy and quiet, but there are times when you act so… different. What are you hiding?"
"N-nothing!" I shouted.
Wow, that's the biggest lie ever.
In fact, it's a wonder how my nose doesn't grow big like Pinocchio's.
I guess my lies correspond to the bagginess of my sweatshirts.
Sasuke glared at me, but he didn't reply. Silence engulfed the car, and I prayed to myself that he believed me. I watched as Sasuke turned on the radio in Neji's car. Before I could stop him, the radio immediately started blaring out swear words. I didn't fully understand the lyrics, but it had to do with engaging in intercouse with a teacher. Sasuke immediately turned the radio off.
Lie: This isn't awkward or anything.
After a while, he began to speak again, "When we get there, I want you to hang out with Naruto. If you can, try to flirt a little. Get him to drink a little too. I'll do the same with Sakura. When we think they're drunk enough, we'll lead them into a bathroom, and then lock them both in."
Truth: I know for a fact that his plan will never work.
However, I nod my head in agreement.
I just have to.
We both exited the car and entered the house. I was immediately overwhelmed by the loud music, which was almost as loud as Neji's rap station. Techno, but mostly hip-hop, played through the speakers that had been strategically placed throughout the house.
The girls dressed in some of the sluttiest ensembles I've ever seen. To my disgust, I could practically see their thongs; their miniskirts were nonexistent. The guys, like me, wore huge sweatshirts. Their cargo pants were so baggy that I wondered how their pants didn't fall down without a belt. Some of them had combinations of hats and sunglasses, as if they were rapper wannabes. The absurdness of everyone's outfits didn't surpise me; I'd seen it all in Suna.
The amount of people left me speechless. In fact, practically the whole population of Konoha High had been crammed into Shikamaru's house.
Lie: I am NOT going to hyperventilate.
I will breathe normally.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
"I can't do this!" I cried and was about to step out of the door.
However, Sasuke just grabbed my arm and turned me around.
Truth: He touched me!! He actually touched me!!
"Naruto usually hangs around the keg," he stated and let go of me.
I wandered around the house, wondering where the keg could be. I didn't even know how Temari had access to a keg. After aimlessly walking around, I tripped over a couple on the floor. They glared at me since I interrupted their make-out session. I blushed, apologized, and headed toward where most of the people had gathered.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd chanted.
I looked at the blonde guy who emptied a tequila bottle in his mouth. He gulped the whole thing up, looking like he was going to barf any second. However, a smile graced his lips from all of the attention he was getting.
Truth: At least I don't have to worry about getting Naruto drunk.
After Naruto was finished gulping down the alcohol, a guy next to him did the same thing. The crowd turned their attention to the latter.
"Hinata!" Naruto slurred gleefully, pulling me into a hug. "I lurve you!"
Lie: No, Naruto, I love you more!
I love you and your breath that reeks of alcohol!
"L-let's go somewhere p-private," I tried to say seductively as I wiggled myself out of his embrace.
My attempt at flirting was reduced by the stutter had somehow slipped in. However, he didn't seem to notice; he just nodded and followed me as I tried to search for a bathroom. Naruto had tripped over the same couple I had tripped over earlier. I apologized, helped Naruto up, and became desperate to find the bathroom. Shikamaru practically lived in a mansion; his house resembled a maze.
Finally, after 10 minutes, I found the bathroom. The people surrounding us bumped us around. I finally grabbed hold of the bathroom door and shut it.
Lie: I didn't lock myself in the pitch-black bathroom, accidentally leaving Naruto passed out in the crowd.
"Help! Somebody please open the door!" I cried, banging on the bathroom door.
It was dark in there, and I fumbled around for the light switch. I ran into the toilet, with the lid thankfully shut. I then tripped and fell inside the bathtub. A bar of soap fell on my head, and I groaned. My search for the light switch ended in failure.
Suddenly, the light seemingly snapped on by itself. I screamed when I saw Sasuke Uchiha at the light switch. His eyes were red, as if he'd been crying.
"W-what are you d-doing here?" I gasped.
"Why are you here? I thought I locked the door," he frowned.
Truth: By the smell of his breath, I can tell he's drunk.
I guess I forgot that people get drunk at parties.
It's been so long since I've been to one.
"You're drunk," I realized. "How many drinks did you have?"
Sasuke had then curled up into a small ball in the corner of the bathroom. After climbing out of the bathtub, I placed the soap back into its original position. I sat next to Sasuke, but he didn't answer me. Instead, he put his face into his hands.
"It's all Itachi's fault," he said, muffled by his hands. "He always ruins everything."
I wasn't sure who Itachi was, perhaps one of Sasuke's former girlfriends? However, I hardly believed Sasuke had ever had a girlfriend before. To me, he seemed like the type of person who hated it when people got close to him. Well, maybe I just felt that way because he pushed me away earlier.
"Did Itachi give you any drinks?" I asked softly. "Sasuke? How many did you have?"
"No," he laughed without humor, "Itachi killed them; he killed them all. There was so much blood when I came home. I didn't know people had so much blood in them. I still don't know anything. Why? Why did he do it? That damn bastard. I'll kill him too. I hope he bleeds as much as they did."
Lie: That comment wasn't creepy at all.
Neither are Guy-sensei's eyebrows.
Deciding to play along, I asked, "Who did Itachi kill?"
"My parents," he elaborated. "Now I have to spend my whole life working at that dump, Burger Kage, for money."
Truth: Sasuke's parents were murdered…
He has nobody to support him, so he has to make a living by himself.
So that's why he doesn't own a car.
I think that's what he's been hiding from everybody.
The true Sasuke is sad, angry, and strangely… vulnerable.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I had no idea."
I looked into his ebony eyes and saw genuine sorrow. Yes, Sasuke held a burden inside of him, a burden that he didn't want to share with anybody else. He tried to replace his feelings by being emotionless; he lied to himself. Just like me, Sasuke was a liar. However, aren't we all?
"Why am I telling you this?" Sasuke looked away and laughed. "I'm drunk, aren't I?"
Immediately after he said that, he passed out. His head leaned on my shoulder, which I normally would have been excited about. However, for some reason I didn't go all fangirl on him.
Truth: Even though he was drunk, Sasuke just spilled his life out to me.
He trusted me.
I… I haven't told him anything.
I don't trust him.
I've been lying this whole time to him.
I'm just that- a liar.
A liar who doesn't deserve someone like him.
I don't deserve anybody.
Kiba was right.
I gently set Sasuke down on the floor and tried banging on the bathroom door again. The music must have been turned up loud since nobody heard me. When I was about to give up, an idea popped into my head. I then cursed myself for being so stupid; I had a cell phone with me! Since I didn't know Temari's or anybody's number who attended the party, I reluctantly dialed the only Konoha number I knew, my house.
"Hyuuga Residence. Neji Hyuuga speaking," my cousin picked up.
"Neji? It's Hinata. I kind of snuck out to go to a party. Can you pick me up?" I pleaded.
"A failure must correct his own mistakes," he responded. "It's not my problem you snuck out. Anyway, I can't even help you; you took my car."
True. Why does Neji always have to be right?
After that, Neji abruptly hung up, leaving me in tears. His brutal honesty always damaged my pride. Back in Suna, I used to cry every night. I still cried in Konoha, but now I always wiped away my tears. I wasn't going to get depressed just because my cousin didn't care for me one bit.
"What did I do to deserve this?" I muttered to myself.
Truth: I lied. That's what I did.
I cursed the bathroom door and tried to unlock it. However, the doorknob remained stuck. After pounding on it a couple of more times, I finally decided to give up. Slumped next to the door, I studied Sasuke. He looked so peaceful; he wasn't even aware he was stuck inside a bathroom with me. I sighed and looked at my phone. The time stated it was already half an hour past midnight. How long did parties last?
After another hour of waiting, I dialed Ino's number. It wouldn't hurt to try. As expected, she never picked up, and I had no idea what to do. After that, my phone died, and I threw it across the bathroom. It fell into the tub, breaking in half.
Lie: This doesn't suck.
Suddenly, somebody jiggled the doorknob on the other side of the door. At first I thought it was my imagination, so I ignored it. I continued to lay down next to Sasuke, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. The cracks connected to form shapes and figures. One of them looked like a dog, which unfortunately reminded me of Kiba.
"Seriously, who's been in here? I've been waiting to go twenty minutes ago!" I heard Temari complain.
As if broken from a trance, I shot up and cried, "It's Hinata! The lock is broken!"
"Wow, how long have you been in there?" she asked.
"I don't know, but is the party over yet?" I questioned, my ear pressed to the door.
"Well, Shikamaru's trying to drag the unconscious people out, but other than that, everyone's gone," Temari explained. "Hang on; I'll get Shikamaru to fix the door."
After waiting for a couple of more minutes, the door was pried open, and I hugged Temari.
"Thank you!" I cried.
Truth: I'm so happy, I could pee in my pants and not care!
"Wow, it looks like you've been playing with men again," she teased and pointed at Sasuke, still unconscious.
Blushing, I mumbled, "He passed out from drinking too much."
"I told you this party was troublesome," Shikamaru yawned. "My mom's going to kill me if I don't clean up the mess everyone made before she gets home."
"First," Temari said, "we need to wake up this lump."
She kicked Sasuke, and he groaned. He slowly got up, holding his head and looked around, clearly confused. I took his hand to help him stand, and he rubbed his temples.
"I have a massive hangover," he groaned.
"Aw, suck it up, you baby," Temari rolled her eyes.
They glared at each other until Shikamaru sighed loudly. He took Temari away to help clean the rest of the house. I would have offered to help too, but I still had to get Sasuke home.
"I'll drive you h-home," I said quietly. "Where do y-you live?"
Truth: The ride home was uneventful.
Sasuke disappeared into his apartment, which belonged to an old, dilapidated building.
I disappeared inside myself.
"You snuck out," Neji stated, arms crossed and foot tapping, as I opened the door. "Do you know what time it is? It's five in the morning, Hinata. You're lucky that we don't have school today."
"You're not my mom," I grumbled, "even though you look like a girl."
"However, I'm in charge of you when your father is away," he continued, ignoring my insult. "In fact, I want to ground you, but that would be pointless since you don't have any friends to go out with. So your punishment will be the opposite; you're not allowed inside this house for the weekend."
"What?" I cried. "That's crazy! Where am I supposed to go?"
"That's for you to figure out," Neji said, his nose stuck in the air.
He slammed the door in my face.
Lie: I love my life.