Another New Boy? Another Bet?

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Sasuke's POV
"Guys please stop fighting" Hinata grabs my arm and puts it down and walks in between us.

"He started it Hina!"

"Hina? Wait do you two know each other?"

"Not until recently"

"How?"

"Look she just patched me up and I offered to walk her home I didn't know her boyfriend would get in the way"

I suddenly felt my cheeks burn at the sound of being called her "boyfriend"

"I-I'm not her boyfriend!"

"Seems like it"

"Well I'm not, come on Hinata" I say grabbing her hand and pulling her towards me.

"Um no, I'm taking her home" He said grabbing her other hand and pulling her towards him.

"No I am" At this point it was just a good ol' game of tug-or-war.

"G-Guys!" She yells.

"Fine. We'll let Hina choose" He says as we both release her.

We turned around and face Hinata who was blushing and nervous.

"Um can't we just-"

"Sasuke-kun!!!!"

Oh no that voice. I know exactly who it belongs too.

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Hinata 's POV
"Sasuke-kun!!"

I was suddenly interrupted by a girl with pink hair, no other than Sakura. Great. Just great.

"Geez Sasuke-kun! I told you to answer your phone every time I call you or text you! Besides what are you doing here!?"

"Look Sakura, I'm sorry I was just protecting my friend"

She looks at me and Kiba and then says "Which one?"

He points to me and smiles "Her."
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Sakura's POV
Her? Again? For fuck sakes this girl is always in the way. I need to get rid of her. More importantly I need to show her that Sasuke is mine. I look at the attractive boy that's next to her and walk towards him. If things don't work out with Sasuke, I call dibs on him next. I can't wait to tell the girls about him.

"And who might you be?"

"None of your business." Kiba says as he walks pass me.

He reminds of Sasuke, only more rude.

"Hey! She was just trying to get to know you!" Aw Sasuke! Defending me!

"I didn't ask her to get to know me"

"Sasuke-kun, stop wasting your time lets go"

I walk up to him and grab his arm and pull him closer to me. Looking at Hinata, I smirk and walk away with him.

"B-But-"

"What Sasuke? You wanted to argue more? Or you want to stay with Hinata? I thought I told you, you can't have any friends that are girls except me"

"Well you talk to other guys like its nothing!"
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Kiba's POV
I watched as they both walked away, you could literally see the tension between them. I face Hinata again and she looks a little flustered. Maybe she did like that boy. But why is it making me feel bad? Why do I suddenly hate the look on her face? I want her to be smiling again. I ignore the questions in my head and hold her hand.

"Let's go"

After a long silent walk I leave her home. She didn't even question me holding her hand the entire walk. Well she did once and I lied. I told her "incase anyone tries to hurt you,they know me and they know what I can do and if they see me around you...well let's just say they won't do anything." But in reality I didn't want to let go. I watch her go inside and I stay outside just staring at her house. It seemed so lonely and abandoned. I wonder...does she live alone like me? I only live with my puppy. His name is "Akamaru". He's become the only family I known. My sister is never home and never looks out for me. I don't consider that family.

I start to realize I've been standing there for 5 minutes watching her go in and out of rooms. I look like such a creep. Why am I here anyways? I'm not supposed to chase girls around, let alone stalk them. But I can't let this feeling in my chest that something is about to happen. Something big. I stay there for 20 minutes and suddenly my hunch was right. I see a man with black spiky hair pinned up. I quickly run towards the door as I see the guy ring the door bell. He has something behind his back. Something shiny and sharp.

I push him out of the way as Hinata opens the door. I couldn't stop moving and I fell on top of her.

Oh fuck

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Oh fuck.

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