I dashed around the corner to the kitchen and paused for breath. I slowly peeked back around the edge, searching for that pale face and black hair. When none were to be seen, I breathed a sigh of relief and sank to my kitchen's floor.
So. This was not good. I had just made out with some guy in a closet. Shit, what was I going to do now?
Deny. Deny and pray I never saw that deceptively pretty boy again. Yeah, that would work. Plan complete, I looked up and let out a very manly (no matter what anyone tells you) shriek.
"Oy, idiot. What're you screaming at me for?" Kiba griped, rubbing at his ears with the hand not wrapped around Hinata's waist. "You startled me!" I snapped back. "What are you doing sneaking up on people like that, dog-breath?" He snapped his fingers in my face, making me flinch back instinctively. "Sneaking? Please. You've been sitting there for ten minutes staring at the ground and muttering to yourself. People were getting concerned you'd finally snapped." I clambered to my feet, groaning as my muscles protested the shift in position. "Yeah, well, you'd be a little insane too if you just had the night I had." I grumbled. Kiba grinned, suddenly pointing to my neck. "Well, it couldn't have been that bad, judging from those hickies!" I let out another very manly shriek and raced for the bathroom.
After forcibly ejecting a couple making out in the shower, to their many complaints and grumbles, I finally looked in the mirror. "Oh my god," I whispered, staring at the mass of small purple and red marks now adorning my neck.
"Whoa," Kiba said, entering the bathroom behind me. "I couldn't see them all in the kitchen's light, but man, that's a ton of hickies. Musta been one aggressive chick." I groaned, sinking down onto solid white cover of the toilet. "I wish."
Kiba frowned in confusion. "Do you mean… it wasn't… a girl?" he asked carefully. I groaned again, dropping my head into my hands. "Whoaaaaaaa," Kiba said, eyes wide. "Who was it?" I slowly shook my head. "I don't know. He was really pale, and kinda girly in the right light, and he had this duck-butt hair." During my description, Kiba's eyes had slowly gotten bigger and bigger. By the end, they were the size of golf balls. "Heh heh heh…" he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I think I might know who you're talking about…"
I was on him in a second. "WHO? WHO DID THIS TO MEEEEE?" I screamed in his face, shaking his shoulders. "Kind of… melodramatic… don't… you think…?" he managed to croak out as his head flopped back and forth. I released him. "MELODRAMATIC? What am I going to do tomorrow? Hmmmm? I can't go out like this! Tell me…" I grabbed his shoulders again. "Who it is." I stared at him so intensely I was a little surprised his eyebrows didn't catch fire. Kiba sighed and looked away. "From your description, it sounds a lot like my roommate, Sasuke. Here." He pulled out his cell phone. "This is from a party we went to a while back." The shot showed Kiba laughing and goofing for the camera, and in the background sat a pale, dark-haired boy watching everyone with a slightly disdainful look. "That's him!" I gasped, pointing at the slightly grainy image. That duck-butt hair was unmistakable.
As I continued to examine the picture, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was from Sakura, and I forgot about my own concerns for a second. She had been pretty drunk last time I had seen her, so she probably needed me to take her home.
I flipped open my phone, but instead of a drunken plea for help, it was just two words.