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See, when I say that my dad is dramatic, no one believes me. And when I say he's completely out of mind, an actual lunatic and an impulsive maniac, everyone says he's just... unique.

Right, and when I cause a scene with the entire soccer team over Sasuke's used shirt, I'm labeled a dramatic diva and a stalker.

So tell me this, then: if I were to tell you that my dad—the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to heights—willingly steps foot on a private jet, screams the entire way from Konoha to Suna, accidentally runs into Fugaku and his hot son, Itachi, and hijacks their car just to get here before school starts to arrive just in time to stop me in the hallway and have the school on lockdown just so he and I could talk privately in the school cafeteria, would you call that dramatic or completely sane? 

DRAMATIC, right? In fact, that's borderline psycho!

And why was he here? Oh, you can ask Kiba that.

Yes, Kiba. THE BIGGEST TRAITOR IN THE WORLD—NO—THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.

Of course, I suppose it's partly my fault, you see, since I have been avoiding both Sai and Kiba this past week. But I mean, when your hopes are crushed and Sai won't stop coming after you, what do you do? It's not like I can decide to disappear off the face of the earth and come back all fine as if nothing happened! And I mean, Sai didn't technically come after me. In fact, he's being considerate and giving me my space but still... I can't look him in the eye anymore. 

Plus, I'm pretty sure his little group has been following me around secretly. Call me crazy but I know for sure that plants don't move and just like back in Konoha, some of my personal belonging have suddenly started to disappear.

And Kiba? Well, he's Kiba. You can't expect anything else from him:

ASIDE FROM BEING A SNITCH!

Anyways, back to the story. So here I am, sitting on one of the cafeteria tables while Kiba stands with a very tired Ibiki by the doorway. The lunch ladies are all setting up and Dad is sitting beside me 'comforting' me because, according to Kiba, I am heartbroken and depressed.

Yes, thank you, Kiba, if I ever need a therapist to diagnose me, I'll let you know.

But, to be completely honest, I did spend an hour or so looking at my reflection in the tub the other day. Sai's words kept dancing around my head and every problem I didn't know I had come surfacing to the top of my head. That day, I decided that one way or another, I would forget about Sasuke.

The whole concept seemed impossible. I may be the most attractive Uzumaki of them all; smart, charismatic, and exceptionally gifted, but even that task was one I couldn't imagine accomplishing since I had gotten so used to reacting to his name. Give me a few hours and I bet I'll be entertaining the idea of holding on just a while longer.

I arched an eyebrow, thinking about what I had just thought: holding on a while longer. Wow, Sai had been right. Why do I do this to myself?

"...until I grab him by the collar, drag him all the way here, make him bow down to you, and make him apologize to you a  million times!" Dad's voice took me out of my pensive state. He even crushed the foam cup in his hand and mind you, that cup had done nothing wrong. 

I smiled. My dad may be a dramatic lunatic, but I'm glad he has time for me—even if it means him going on an hour-long rampage about how Uchihas are all stupid and that's why they can't have nice things all the while destroying a few foam cups in the process.

"I told you that Sasuke kid was up to no good. He's a part of his father's plan and now I'm completely sure about it. This last stunt of his proved it," I looked over at him and almost laughed at how serious he was.