"So this is the end of the tour, huh?" Kiba asks me with a bit of disappointment in his voice. And I have to say that he's not the only who's disappointed that our tour is coming to an end (I've already stretched it out 5 times longer than a normal tour of the campus).

"I guess it is," I reply as I look up at the library where our tour started. I could give him a tour of the inside of the library. We haven't done that.

"But I still don't feel like I know the campus really well," He attempts to pout before bursting out laughing.

"But it's 4:45! We've been at this since 2:30! Besides, it's almost time for dinner!" I laugh back. It's completely weird how I feel so comfortable around him already. I never felt this way with Sasuke, and you know what? I like this a lot more.

"Well, that's a perfect excuse; you'll just have to show me where the best place to get dinner is," He smiles that charming smile he had from before. I bit my lip. I promised Ino and Hinata that I would do dinner with them today, but I want to go with Kiba so badly.

A promise is a promise, though.
(And Ino's probably still freaking out about me too—that and I totally have to gush and tell her all about Kiba and his attractive ruggedness and charming humor and and—yes, I'm totally crushing).

I hesitate before answering (I mean, his smile is almost impossible to refuse!), "I'm sorry, I can't. I already promised some of my friends that I would meet them for dinner."

He looks a bit disappointed by my answer. "Well, can I at least get your cell number?" He asks completely confident, however.

"Oh so you can call me if you ever need any help getting adjusted to campus life?" I ask, hoping that he'll need all the help he can possibly get.

"No, so I can call and schedule dinner sometime with this pretty pinkette I met today."

I swoon. What was that? I need to report back to reality? No thanks, I'm too busy on cloud nine.

I quickly give him my number and smile before getting ready to depart for dinner. "So I guess I'll see you around?"

"Absolutely," he smiles again and I can feel the blush forming on my cheeks.

"Well, see ya," I say and begin to turn, but then I feel his hand on my wrist pulling me back and he—

He kisses me.

He smiles, "Just making sure you'll answer my calls and texts."

Prom Queen
Chapter Three: An Indecent Proposal

"He what?!" Ino gasps as I repeat the scene from just a bit earlier today.

"I know! I think he likes me!" I squeak back in pure excitement.

"Obviously, forehead," She says rolling her eyes, "So that's why you haven't been answering your phone all day. Too busy snogging the new student."

"And you've been reading too much Harry Potter," I retort, realizing that I still hadn't checked all the missed texts I'm sure she had sent throughout the day.

"What did you say his name was?" Hinata asks for the first time since this conversation started.

"His name is Kiba Inuzuka. He's a senior too, transferred here to play soccer for our team. He has a scholarship so he must be pretty good. He's tall with a rugged sort of attractiveness and—"

"I think he went to the middle school I did before I transferred." She says ignoring my gushing.

"Oh? Really? Um, that's cool." I reply a little confused that she interrupted my spill over something so trivial.

"Yeah," she replies clearly trying to recall something, "he sat next to me in math and English class. I don't really remember much about him though…"

"Okay?" Ino asks clearly as confused as I am. Hinata never speaks unless she has something important to say and apparently the importance here has gone over our heads.

"Yeah, I don't know, sorry," She sighs clearly frustrated with herself. She's acting really weird today (and I'm friends with some weird ones, let me tell you. Naruto? Have you witnessed his unhealthy obsession with ramen? It's weird.).

I laugh anyways, "It's okay! Don't worry about it! I can't remember everything from middle school either!"

"So forehead, have you decided what activity you're going to do this semester?" Ino changes the subject.

"Ino, I'm not the cheerleader type. I would be horrible for your squad." I state dully. I've told her this a thousand times. I AM NOT A CHEERLEADER. And even if I am good at gymnastics, I still don't have the grace or the aura that being a cheerleader requires.

"But what else are you going to do?!" She whines. She's annoyingly persistent, but she has a point. What else am I going to do?

I mentally run through all the Spring Semester activities. Chess Club? Um, besides the fact that I am WAY too talkative to actually concentrate on board game for three hours (I swear, I don't know how they do it), I doubt that I would actually be welcomed. Even though most chess geeks aren't at the top of the social hierarchy, they sure are exclusive.

Art club? Hinata's in that so I suppose it would be cool to have someone I knew to talk to. But then again, I'm not artistic enough for art club either. I can't even draw stickmen properly. (Don't ask. It's a bit of a sore spot really).

I continue down the list of different clubs and activities, I slowly realize the predicament that I am in. Damn stupid extracurricular rule. Damn Karin being the new soccer manager. Damn Sasuke for letting Karin be the new soccer manager. Damn them both to hell.

Ino smiles in victory once I realize that becoming a cheerleader is the only feasible option. "Welcome to the squad, forehead."

"Hey I didn't say that I was joining!"

"But you have nothing else to do!" She starts laughing maniacally. Okay, maybe she isn't actually laughing maniacally, but in my mind she is. And I'm the one narrating this story. So right. Maniacally.

Hinata pipes in again, "What about joining newspaper? You like writing and you're very good at it. It makes sense."

Wait.

That does make sense.

Pause.

Have I ever mentioned how much I LOVE Hinata? Because right now I feel as if I could sing it from the top of the mountains.

"Hinata! I love you more than double chocolate chunk ice cream!" And that's a lot.

"UGH" Ino-pig moans and begins banging her head on the table. Clearly she doesn't feel the same way about this realization as I do.

"SUCK IT, PIG!" I screech throwing myself into my wine-colored beanbag chair and start laughing. It feels good to be on top. (It's the small victories, OKAY?). "Figure out what movie we want to watch while I check the rest of my missed message," I add casually, "though I probably shouldn't bother, since their probably all from you and your army of checker-uppers, Ino."

"I WAS WORRIED, OKAY?!"

Tch-whatever.

I hear Ino and Hinata start debating which movie we should watch as I pull out my phone. Ino, of course, wants to watch Magic Mike and Hinata is not having it. Good for you Hinata. That movie sucks, and even Channing Tatum's abs can't make up for it.

I scroll through the missing texts. First Ino. Then Hinata. Nothing surprising really.

"Seriously Ino, Chouji? I hardly know him!"

Ino again. And again.

Naruto too. Not really surprising either, though I must remember to teach him how to spell.

Naruto again.

Wait. Sasuke.

"DUDE WHAT THE HELL?!" I screech, again, throwing my phone across the room. I'm going to lose my voice if I have to keep this up.

Ino and Hinata whip around to see what I'm screaming at. Like they don't know.

Traitors.

"Sakura, what are-"

"LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU TEXTED SASUKE!? OF ALL PEOPLE YOU TEXTED SASUKE? FOR THE LOVE OF KAMI-SAMA WHAT THE HELL?!" I haven't spoken more than two words to him since The Incident. And wait, according to my planner, oh yeah that's right, NOPE WASN'T PLANNING ON SPEAKING TO HIM EVER AGAIN.

Seriously, what. the. hell.

"Sakura," Ino says in her okay-you're-being-crazy-and-not-in-a-good-way-so-like-seriously-calm-the-heck-down voice, "I never texted Sasuke. I don't know what you're talking about." She grabs my phone to see what I'm talking about. "Oh. That's… weird. Naruto must have told him, but it's not like it's that big of a deal, Sakura."

"OF COURSE IT'S A BIG DEAL! DO YOU NOT REMEMBER HE CHEATED ON ME?! CHEATED, INO, CHEATED!"

I'm in the middle of my freak out when there's a knock on the door. Hinata, the only rational one here, gets up to answer, but I don't bother to look at who it is.

"Could you barbarians please learn how to keep it down?" I hear some snotty little voice say. I know that voice. "Sasuke and I are trying to watch a movie."

Karin. Fucking Karin.

"HOW DARE YOU, YOU YOU," I struggle to find the proper insult, "YOU—"

"You never answered my text."

Oh for Christ's sake.

"WHAT THE HELL, SASUKE! YOU CAN'T JUST COME STROLLING IN HERE UNINVITED!" I yelp again, grabbing my comforter to cover myself, "I'M IN MY PAJAMAS. HAVE YOU NO SENSE OF PROPRIETY?!"

Sasuke, as per normal, is completely unaffected by my (dramatic but completely reasonable) shouts and just grunts. "It's not like I haven't seen you in less."

"WHAT THE HELL, SASUKE. WHAT THE HELL." I yell as I grab my oversized Konoha Academy sweatshirt, throw it on over my tank top, and stomp over to my shoes. Like hell, I'm staying here for this mess. I grab my phone from Ino, probably a little too harshly. "I will not stand for this! I'm going to get Kiba and don't follow me!"

I continue my stomping rampage and stomp out.

I'm fuming, but I still hear Sasuke say "Who the hell is Kiba?"

I grin. Suck on that one, Uchiha. You're not the only one who kind move on from a 3 and a half year relationship and find a new side piece in a blink of an eye.

-.-

From: Sakura
To: Kiba

Meet me on the roof of the English building. 15 minutes.

-.-

As I stomp across campus(yes, I'm still stomping, and yes, I know that I look crazy to everyone I pass, stomping around in my pajama shorts considering it's January and it's FREAKING COLD, but I DO WHAT I WANT, KAY?), I realize I have no idea what I am doing. Or what I am going to say to Kiba. Or do.

I blush. I think of all the things I could do, but… there's no need to be rush into things, I remind myself. Even if Kiba is super attractive and rugged and manly and oh—

My phone vibrating cuts of my thoughts.

-.-

From: Kiba
To: Sakura

I like it when the girl takes charge. See you soon.

-.-

I blush some more. I don't know why his forwardness is so attractive, but oh god it is.

Maybe it's because it's so different from Sasuke, who I had to initiate everything with. Hanging out. The first date. Holding hands. The first kiss.

I shake my head. There's no need going there, reminiscing about the bastard who broke my heart.

I get to the roof of the English building before Kiba arrives, which is perfect because I still have no idea what I am going to say. Heck, I don't know why I even told him to meet me here. I did it because I could.

I'm trembling from the cold, and I realize how this was such a bad idea, leaving my nice, warm dorm room without bothering to put proper attire for weather. I was mad, okay? I don't think when I'm mad (if you couldn't tell that one already).

"You look ridiculous," I hear a ruff, manly voice call behind me. It's Kiba. I turn around to see him smiling, that impossible to refuse smile.

I laugh, just a little, "I suppose I do."

He slips his jacket off and places it around me. "Heh, I guess I don't know how much this helps," he jokes, scratching the back of his head. I can hear a slight nervousness in his voice, and my god, it's adorable.

"What happened to that confidence from earlier?" I ask slyly, moving a little closer to him to feel his warmth. It's only because it's cold, okay? Not because I wanna be close to him or anything (HA—YEAH RIGHT).

He doesn't answer, but gets the hint and wraps his arms around me. Ah, his embrace feels so warm and comfortable. I know I just met him a few hours ago, but there's just something that feels so right about this.

(I, of course, am ignoring that little voice in the back of my head that's nagging me, saying it's also too fast, that something's not right, that there's something foreign to this).

"So, uh, what is it that you wanted?" He asks, and suddenly I remember that I didn't know the answer to this.

The scene from my dorm rushes through my head. Sasuke. Karin. Together.

And then a few memories before that. A closet. Weird noises. Red hair. The shock.

The anger, the hurt, the everything comes rushing back.

No. No time for the past. Only moving forward.

So I slip my hand into his much larger one and stand on my tip-toes and—

I don't care if this is wrong. I don't want right.

—kiss him.

"I have a proposal," I whisper in his ear, "Let's make the world jealous."

A/N: Uhhhh... so it's only been like... three and a half years since I've updated this. That's not too long, right? (Nervously laughs).

For those of you who don't know, I made a promise that I would finish all the stories I put on here (hence the surprising update, I'm sure). I haven't written (well, written anything other than academic papers) in a *really* long time, and I'm trying to get back into the right mode. Let me know what you think of this chapter and my writing? I'm sorry it's super rough.

Side note: It's REALLY hard writing Sakura with anyone other than Sasuke. I don't like it. It feels WRONG. Necessary steps for the story, though. UGH I DON'T LIKE IT THOUGH.

So, uh, REVIEW! Let me know what you think!