Love You Too [COMPLETED]

2

"Hinata."

"Naruto."

The loud chattering below had faded to mere background noises as the two stared at each other. Looking at the Uzumaki's aloof expression made her heart scorch with anger, and a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach. Hinata couldn't bring herself to say anything, instead, she sighed, cursing internally.

Great, just my luck.

Naruto cleared his throat, avoiding the death glare that she was sending him.

"So whatcha doin' up here?"

It was a harmless question, but from him?

"None of your business."

He chuckled at that. "Oh, but it is my business, Hinata." He said her name in a mocking tone, wearing a shit eating grin.

"The last time I checked you don't own me, or this damn roof so yeah! It is none of your business." She glared at him. It was completely unlike her, a part of her reasoned. She wasn't inherently a violent person. She doesn't like to argue or fight. But there was just something about him that filled her with the maddening urge to hurt.

"Ouch, Hina, why so rude. I was only concerned." He held his hands to his chest in mock hurt. The grin never left his face.

"Tch."

"Wouldn't want the lil brat gettin' hurt."

She finally snapped.

"You're fucking DONE!"

"YOU STARTED IT, YA KNOW!" He yelled at her before dodging one of her punches.

Hinata was pissed. Why do you ask?

The idiot won't let me hit him!

"Just stay still AND LET ME HURT YOU!" She yelled in frustration.

"It's not that easy, princess!"

If possible, she became angrier at the nickname. Hinata raised her right leg to kick him, only for the blonde to catch it.

But before the little spar could continue, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch period.

He let her go as she proceeded to glare at him. He glared back.

"Asshole."

"Crybaby."

"Tch."

Hinata slammed the door behind her and stomped down the stairs.

"And I didn't even eat any lunch."

That bastard.

Stomping rather aggressively back to class, she propped herself on the stool and continued to glare at the wall.

No one bothered to approach her, fearing that they might get caught in the crossfire(she was viciously glaring at the wall, and it creeped them out to no end).

Let's just say, today was a bad day.

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Help, I need to rewrite this book, but I somehow have no solid idea of approaching this. Sheet.

~Grimm