Triple Dog Dare (KankuroxKiba)

Chapter Eleven

a/n: hey guys! this chapter is the beginning of the third verse of the song "Triple Dog Dare" by Lucy Dacus which is what this story is based off of. this chapter seriously just flowed out of me. i wrote this all in one day in only two sittings. it's like 1600 words lol. such an emotional chapter...at least in my opinion. anyways, enjoy!

Chapter Eleven

The next two days are a blur. I don't eat much, I don't pay attention in my classes, I half-ass my homework just to get by. I rot in bed, wondering if I really am bad. Am I going to turn into my father? I would hope not, but I am half him after all.

Will Gaara turn into my father? I don't see that happening, but like I said, DNA plays a big role in someone's life. What if Temari decides to have children and she passes away during childbirth like our mother did?

I'm thinking too much into this. Our father raised us. And he did a horrible job. I'm sure the three of us wouldn't allow any of us to turn into him.

It'll be alright.

But what about Kiba? Forgetting my family drama, I've lost my only friend! I had a real connection with him. We had so many good laughs and shoulder punches while playing video games. I told him my secret when we went on that walk. The secret that would ruin me if it got back to my dad. We had a sleepover, his dogs like me, we went for bike rides. I don't want to just throw all of that away.

This sucks.

And that's all I thought about for two whole days while I lay in bed and mope.

Kiba ignores me in class and I ignore him back.

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Friday. The day that Kiba and I usually hang out the longest because my dad doesn't come home and Kiba doesn't have soccer practice.

But today, I walk into chemistry with my head down and go straight to my seat.

I steal a glance at Kiba then quickly look away as I pull out my notebook. God, I miss him. He's looking down as well, not talking to his friends. I look at him again. He's staring at something in his hands in his lap. I look away. He's probably on his phone.

Class starts and it's as boring as ever. Mrs. P is killing me today! I just want to go home and take a nap. I want the weekend to come so I don't have to see Kiba in class.

About halfway through the period there's a small tap on my arm. I look at the girl to my left and she's holding a folded piece of paper out to me. Passing a note. I mouth 'who?' to her so I know where to pass it.

Instead of mouthing a student's name or pointing at someone, she points at me. I look behind me to make sure she's not pointing at someone else through me.

'Me?' I mouth, pointing at my chest.

She nods. I glance at Kiba for less than a second, but that's stupid. It's not from him. It's probably from Temari's boyfriend because he's in this class. Maybe my dad cut him off from her again and he needs to give her a message. I glance at my sister's boyfriend, he's writing something in his notebook.

The girl on my left follows my gaze to him, then looks back at me. She mouths something but I can't understand it. I make a face letting her know that I have no idea what she's saying. She rolls her eyes, looks at Mrs. P, who is now facing the board not looking our way, leans closer to me and whispers, "It's from Kiba."

My heart skips a beat and I look at him. He has his chin resting on his hand, covering his mouth. He's looking at his notebook but doesn't have a pen in his hand.