If I thought my three week silent treatment from Kiba was hell, then I have no idea how to describe this last month. I lay on my bed looking down at my science book, trying to study a little before the finals and failing miserably.

The thought of science makes me think of Kiba and in return the torture that I endure every day I have to sit next to him in that class. For the past month the only thoughts I have in that class are of all the goofing off we did, our nudge wars, getting in trouble for laughing. And every day like clockwork I fight back the tears of knowing I screwed that all up.

I burry by head in my blankets. I miss him desperately and even though the idea of him being gone all summer is unpleasant, the idea that he has walked out of my life for good is more. I have thought about telling him how I feel, but really what good would that do? He acts like I don't exist, like I never did. He is even on civil terms with Naruto now that Hinata is friends with him and he never really tried with me. Confess that I love him? He would never believe me.

My phone buzzes next to my head. I already know who it is. I raise my head and look at my phone not surprised by the text form Kankuro.

-Checking in to see how you're doing.-

I roll my eyes and type up a text back.

-Yes I ate breakfast. And yes I am busy trying to study for finals.-

While I appreciate that he has befriended me this last month I can't help but feel like charity work. I have no one left after Hinata and I fought. At first Ino tried to talk to me but I ignored her. After what I did I don't deserve any friends. All in all Kankuro is a good guy, and in his own way has been trying to cheer me up. But honestly, I don't think anything will pull me out of my dark pit of despair. My phone buzzes again.

-Good girl. I'll be there in 20 min and we can go grab some lunch.-

I look up at my alarm clock, 12:23, of course I wouldn't notice that it was already lunch time. I close my book and sit up, stretching my hands above my head. Guess I better get dressed, lord knows he will dress me if I don't.

I pull myself out of bed and over to my dresser. It's finally getting warm out but I don't feel like putting on shorts. There is still a chill in the air. I decide to wear some faded jeans and a light blue tank top. I go to my closet to grab a hoody and my eyes land on Kiba's hoody.

I slowly bring a sleeve to my nose and inhale deeply. His scent is still imbedded into the fabric and in one whiff all the memories associated with it come flooding back. The tears unwillingly spring from my eyes and the dull ache spreads through my body. I don't want to leave the house now but I know that I have to go. Kankuro doesn't care if I'm I wreck when we hang out. I haven't figured out if he just isn't embarrassed or could care less how I feel.

"Sakura honey, you have a guest!" My mother calls up the stairs.

I wipe my eyes and grab the hoody next to Kiba's and turn around to see Kankuro standing in my doorway. "Crying again?" He asks, leaning against the door frame.

I pull my hoody over my head and grab my phone. Not that anyone but Kankuro texts me. "Let's get this over with." I say brushing past him and going down stairs.

"I'm going out for lunch. Be back later." I call out as I slip my shoes on and leave the house.

"So where do you want to eat?" Kankuro asks me as we walk down the front path.

I shrug. I really could care less where we eat because I'm not hungry. Not that Kankuro would believe me. "You pick." I mumble.

He laughs. "Then we will just have to go to the mall and go from there." He says as we walk down the street.

We are quiet the whole time, but then that's my fault. I'm wallowing big time. Somehow I had managed to avoid the few pieces of Kiba's clothing I have the last two months. Now that I have his scent fresh in my mind though my depression has doubled. I miss him terribly and would give anything to know if he misses me too.

The tears slowly slip down my cheeks, even though I am trying desperately to pull myself together. As we approach one of the side doors to the mall Kankuro stops and faces me. "Hey now." He says reaching over and brushing away a tear I missed.

I look at him dully. He's normally quiet and avoids talking about my pain, or so that's what I had noticed when I have been paying attention. Now as he looks at me his eyes sincere, catching me off guard. "Sorry." I mumble and look down.

I feel two fingers brush under my chin as Kankuro lifts my face so that I look at him. "Listen to me. Right now there is nothing you can do, okay? You won't accomplish anything except unhappiness if you keep this up. You are far too pretty to be crying all the time." He says harshly.

Well this is awkward. The only thing that Kankuro has really done is check up on me and for some unknown reason kept me company. Though now I think I know why he has stuck around. He likes me. I'd like to think I don't like the idea, but honestly I don't care. I'm moot on the mater, he can like me if I want it won't change my feelings towards Kiba. I bite my bottom lip not knowing what to say.

Kankuro cups my face with one hand and lowers his lips to mine. Gently sucking my lower lip out from between my teeth and bites softly. "You shouldn't bite your lip." He smiles into my lips.

This must have been how Naruto felt when I kissed him. I was not expecting that at all. His lips are firm and slightly chapped, with a subtle taste of spearmint. I pull away and look at him wide eyed. "Now people will think I am a slut." I mumble up at him tears starting to prick my eyes again.

"Fuck them. Let them hate you. If you ignore them you end up winning in the end anyway." He says running both his hands down my arms to grasp my hands in his.

Tingles erupt at his touch, breaking through the numb feeling that has been covering me the last month. "How do I win?" I ask scrunching my brow in confusion.

He smiles at me. "They will waist time hating someone who could care less." He says simply.

I bite my lip in careful consideration of his words. Before I can even start to form a whole thought Kankuro is kissing me again. I can feel the ache in my chest, the same one I felt when I kissed Naruto. I desperately wish it was Kiba kissing me, feeding me these words of advice, but he isn't and the heartache hurts.

I'm not sure why I wrap my arms around his neck. Maybe it's because I want to be close to someone, anyone. Maybe the reason I kiss Kankuro back is because I want to kiss Kiba again so badly that I don't care if I have to pretend someone else is him. And maybe that's selfish of me, and maybe it makes me look like a slut, but honestly, I don't care anymore. Fuck them.

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