Triple Dog Dare (KankuroxKiba)

Chapter Nine

a/n: this is a pretty short chapter, I tried to make it longer but that's just the way it was cut. this is still in the second verse of the song. hope you guys like it so far! let me know!

Chapter Nine

Kiba doesn't text or snapchat me all weekend and I feel weird reaching out. So I spend the weekend feeling sad and confused.

What was that all about anyways? Sure, I'm not perfect, but I've never really done anything super bad in my life. Like I've never done drugs, I'm a virgin, I've never played with fire or talked back to a teacher. I couldn't think of anything that would make Kiba's mom suddenly not want him to sleep over at my house.

Maybe she just didn't like me from the start for some reason and needed an excuse to cut me off from Kiba. I mean, how real is any of that palm reading stuff anyway? She didn't even look at it for a minute. How could my skin reveal anything about my character?

It's not like I touched Kiba in any way. I mean we've fist bumped and stuff like that but nothing inappropriate. I mean I've kinda wanted to hug him just because he's my first real friend and I haven't had a hug in a long time, but how could she know that! Plus a hug is innocent.

I just don't get it. The whole thing was making my head hurt. I want to cry. There's been a lump in my throat all weekend but I know I can't cry. Men don't cry. That's what my dad says.

My homework lays untouched and uncompleted as I sulk the whole weekend.

By the time Monday comes, I don't even want to go to school. But I go. I can't even pay attention in my classes because I'm just thinking about last period. I'll see Kiba then. What should I say? Should I say anything? He'll probably say something to me but if he doesn't, I should definitely say something to him because I want to know what the hell is going on. Ugh! I just wish the day would go by faster so I could finally see him and figure this out.

...

Last period. I rushed in order to see Kiba but he's not here. I'm bouncing my leg while fiddling with my pen as I dart my eyes between the clock and the door. Three minutes until the bell rings and class starts. Then two minutes. Then one minute. Is he not coming to class? Why wouldn't he?

Then I see him run through the door. His backpack is half on and his arms are full of books and a sweatshirt. His hair is messy. He goes straight to his seat and doesn't even look my way. I stare at him though. His lips are pressed into a straight line.

"Hey-"

"Alright class!" Mrs. P cuts off my pathetic attempt of getting Kiba's attention as the bell rings.

In a way, I'm kind of glad she did. I didn't have any other words planned other than "Hey Kiba." After that, I had no plan.

Why was he so late? Why does he look so disheveled?

Once again, I can't pay attention to class. My mind is filled with thoughts of Kiba, but instead of wondering what could be wrong with me, I'm wondering what is wrong with him. Now I'm worried about him. I sneak glances throughout class. He has bags under his eyes and his hair is not only messy but greasy, like he hasn't showered. Is it his aunt? Did something happen to her? Surely it's a coincidence with the thing his mom said about me on Friday because her telling me to go home wouldn't have him this distressed.

Class takes forever and my mind is racing the whole time.

Finally, Mrs. P reminds us of the homework and the bell rings. I had my bag packed up once I saw there was five minutes left of class, so I got up and hurried to Kiba's seat. He seemed to have his stuff packed too and he got up just as fast and headed for the door.

"Kiba!" I say, jogging up to him by the door.

He barely glances at me. "I have something after school." And he runs out the door.

He doesn't have soccer practice on Mondays.

...

Dad got us pizza tonight. Which is nice. Usually we're on our own for dinner. He doesn't act nice but the gesture is nice. Me and my siblings sit at the kitchen table munching on the pepperoni pizza and breadsticks while Dad watches TV with his plate.

After I'm full, I go up to my room. I have so much homework to catch up on. But before I get started, I send a snapchat to Kiba. Just a blank picture. For streaks, I guess. It's more of an excuse to get his attention.

I'm able to do my homework, but I'm checking my phone the whole time so it takes me twice as long.

Kiba never answers.