I literally had to drag Shikamaru out of his house to come to the dance recital. Choji had family stuff planned for today so Shikamaru was going to suffer through the dance recital with me, whether he wanted to or not.

I fidget with my cast as an itch starts to slowly consume my wrist. Dumbest moment of my life was hitting that tree. Lesson learned. When you are consumed by rage never, ever, hit a hard object. Other lesson learned, girls are a drag. Yea I know I sound like Shikamaru but it's true. They push your buttons until you break and lose your temper. Honestly I don't think anything good could come from a girl.

"That was stupid of you." Shikamaru mutters looking down at my red cast as I continue to mess with it.

I glare at the auditorium door that we are now slowly approaching. "No shit Sherlock." I grumble. I have lost count of how many times Shikamaru has commented on my stupidity of that moment. He seems to think that if he keeps saying it the fact that I'm a dumb ass will sink in.

I have been in one of the foulest moods the last three weeks. After being taken to the ER by Hana and them setting my hand the rage at Sakura's words still radiated through my body. I still can't understand why she feels like I played her. I never meant for any of this to happen. Not the feelings and certainly not being recruited into a professional program. I'm also hurt too, that she would reject my kiss like she did and then saying there was something between us. Make up your mind for fuck sake! She's being childish plain and simple.

"This is a drag." Shikamaru complains in a huff as we seat ourselves in the large auditorium at the school.

On this rare occasion I can relate to his words. I had promised Hinata that I would come, even though part of me thinks she only begged to get me and Sakura in close proximity.

I have had three weeks to rethink everything and honestly I would rather not be on speaking terms when I leave. She rejected my advances by stopping our kiss so it's better that we're not speaking, I need time to sort my feelings out. The thought has crossed my mind that maybe she's so mad at me because she likes me more than I already thought she might, but as soon as the thought comes into my head I push it out. I don't want to know and I'm still too angry at her selfishness to care.

"How long is this going to be?" Shikamaru asks in a mutter from the seat next to me.

I roll my eyes and sigh at his utter lack of support. "I dunno like three hours or something." I grumble back. I'm starting to wonder if dragging him along was better than going by myself.

Shikamaru sighs and leans his head back on his seat. "Wake me up when it's over." He mumbles.

"How bout I just wake you up when Hinata is on stage." I suggest a little harshly. Yea Hinata is my friend but she has hung out with me and the guys enough for them to consider her a friend too.

Shikamaru smirks at me. "And Sakura."

I knew Sakura would be dancing today, but I honestly don't know if I want to watch. Part of me thinks that if I do I may soften towards her, and that's in no one's best interest. Seems like Shikamaru disagrees though, so much for bros before hoes, though I would never consider Sakura that.

The lights dim and the curtains draw open slowly revealing a group of students standing in darkness. I lean back and try to cross my arms but then remember that I can't do that so well with my cast as the song Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke starts and the dancers do their thing.

•*'¨'*•.¸¸.•*'¨'*•.¸¸.•*'¨'*•.¸¸.•*'¨'*•.¸¸.•

I think we may be about half way through the recital now. Shikamaru to my astonishment is watching intently as the seniors dance to Ne-yo Can't Shake Lose.

There dance isn't too complicated but they do seem to be having fun. The song ends and the curtains close leaving the auditorium in darkness.

Shikamaru opens his phone and glances down at the program he picked up at the entrance. "Hinata, Sakura, and Kankuro are up next." He whispers over to me.

I grunt in return. The first dance I didn't see ether of them. I suppose they may have been in the back out of sight.

The curtains open and a spot light is on the second year known as Kankuro, who is wearing some ripped jeans, a leather vest, and some aviators. The most maniacal laugh, if you could even call it that, rings through the auditorium. Suddenly the two shadows behind him are lit and Hinata and Sakura are reviled.

Both of the girls are wearing sweats scrunched up to their knees, sports bras, lose fitting belly t-shits that hang off their shoulders and backwards baseball caps. They really do look like professional dancers. I'm not a huge fan of hip-hop music, never have been, but as I watch the three of them dance to the music I think maybe it's not so bad.

The music stops suddenly, and the three of them look like they burst out in laughter as they high five each other and leave the stage.

"That was pretty sweet." Shikamaru muses out loud, casting a sidelong glance at me.

I shrug. I'm still pissed. No matter how much I want to congratulate the both of them right now I won't. I want an apology from her and until then I won't speak to her.