I find myself in that horribly annoyed state of mind. I don't know why I thought that maybe Namikaze wouldn't try out for soccer. I should have known better. Now I listen to him yack Uchiha's ear off as we approach the field, his shrill voice rubbing on the last nerve that I have left for the day.

After the first day of P.E. I almost considered not trying out for the team. Almost. Let's be honest Mr. Guy is an exercise enthusiast, if you were putting it nicely that is. I like my exercise don't get me wrong, I love it, but this guy pushes it to the extreme.

I decided that I love soccer too much to give it up though, and now knowing how much energy Mr. Guy expects from us I know I have to give my one hundred and ten percent today so that I can make the freshman team.

Mr. Guy motions us all over. "WELCOME YOUTH OF KONOHA ACADEMY!" He calls to us all. "So today what I'm going to do is have my new players play a scrimmage on the practice field and my returning players on the game day field." He continues. "What this will do is give me a fair assessment for all three school teams. Don't worry if you switch fields!" He calls flashing what I now know as his trade mark smile and thumbs up. "Let the power of youth flow through you!" He cheers.

I watch as the seasoned players jog away and start chatting among themselves, signaling that the new players need to head over to the practice field. I sigh and start my trek over to the practice field, thankful that Mr. Guy heads over with us.

He quickly splits us into two teams and throws one team red cloth vests. To my utter disappointment Namikaze and Uchiha are both on my team. I shake my head and take a deep breath, this is it, try outs. I need to get my head in the game, or for the first time in four years Namikaze will have reason to give me a hard time. Mr. Guy blows a whistle and tryouts have officially begun.

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

Tryouts were gruesome. I thought that Mr. Guy was a laid back guy but when he is in coach mode that is not the case. In the first five minutes ten guys were told to just leave. I almost panicked when coach pulled me off the field and stuck me with the seasoned players.

I'm actually surprised with myself that I could keep up with most of last year's varsity team. Eventually I was put back on the rookie field, which I had no problem with.

In the end though I made the team, and not the freshman team but the core team! I wanted to rub it in Namikaze's face, until coach called his name for core team too. I know I should be more excited about getting a forward position on the main team but still, I'm no better than Namikaze.

I walk out of the locker room with my hands buried in my faded jean pockets. "Kiba, congratulations on the forward position!" Hinata calls running up to me arms wide for a hug.

Finally a grin appears on my face at her words. I did do really well for a first year after all. "Thanks Hinata, I still can believe I made the main team!" I exclaim hugging her and spinning around.

Hinata giggles and then turns pink. I roll my eyes knowing that there is only one person who can make her blush. "I'm going to head home. Text me later k." I tell her as I let go and start walking away.

"Congratulations." Sakura says with a smile as I walk by.

I know that she is trying to be nice, but the fact is after my comment about Uchiha things have been awkward between us. "Thanks." I mumble as I pass her, not stopping to talk. I want to get home and tell Hana the good news.

I'm lost in thought as I make my way home. As much as I'm pleased with making the main soccer team I'm still pretty pissed that I have to deal with Namikaze on the same team. It would have been so much easier if he and Uchiha hadn't made the cut. What angers me most is that I underestimated them that much. I need to practice more, because raw talent isn't going to land me on the varsity team next year.

When I get home Hana is in the kitchen on her laptop working on homework and sipping tea. "Hey dip shit, how was school?" She asks me dully not even looking up as I walk into the kitchen.

I sigh at her normal greeting. "Boring and uneventful." I reply opening the fridge and scanning for something to fill the now angry void in my stomach.

Hana chuckles from behind her computer. "What about soccer tryouts? How did those go?" She asks tearing her gaze away from her work and looking up at me as I shut the fridge.

I shrug as I polish the apple that I have selected on my shirt. "I made the core team." I say casually looking over at her.

I watch as a slow smile spreads across her face resulting in a grin appearing on mine too. "That is great news Kiba! Not anyone can get on the main team!" She exclaims her excitement very apparent.

I shrug again. My grin fading. If that were true then Namikaze wouldn't have made it. "Really it's no big deal." I say before taking a juicy bite of apple. Before Hana can start her normal 'you're an amazing athlete speech I take off to my bedroom.

I eat my apple in record time, tossing the core in my trash bin next to my desk before flopping down on my bed. My phone buzzes from the depths of my pocket as I stretch out. With a sigh I fish it out only to see it's a text form Hinata.

-You need to be nicer to Sakura, she think you don't like her.-

I re-read the text. "Hn." It's not that I don't like her, when she is by herself she's pretty cool. I just don't like the company she keeps. I pull up my keyboard and type up my response.

-I like Sakura just fine. I don't like the clowns she hangs out with.-

Hopefully Hinata isn't too mad by my blunt honestly. I tried to understand why Sakura was with that Uchiha guy and my best guess is she lost her virginity to the guy and is head over heels in love with him. My phone buzzes and I read Hinata's response.

-You could make a little more effort Kiba.-

I frown at her response. Leave it to Hinata to make me feel guilty about something that isn't entirely my fault. I toss my phone to the side and stare up at my ceiling. She's right though, I could have stopped and talked to her before I left today. Instead I just left and mumbled to her. Shit. I can't believe I'm even thinking this but I really could try a little more.