Neji is a very mean boy. He’s mean and rude to everyone, but to you especially. He’s always twisting your wrists, talking bad about you to TenTen and Lee. He’s overall a mean boy and he swear he hates you.

That’s a lie to himself. He secretly likes you, but given his past he doesn’t want too, He doesn’t want to admit it. He’s in denial. Everytime he twists your wrists he feels his heart beat faster, every word he says to you feels like sugar even if it’s salt for you.

He sits down next to you on a bench, scoffing. He looks at you and notices something’s, you had some eyeshadow on, it looked perfect on you, not too flashy or bold, subtle and sweet, a pastel pink color with a slight sparkle. Along with your lips, God.. he would love to kiss your strawberry lipgloss off... He’s getting ahead of himself. He gives you a nasty glare, pale lavender eyes piercing into you like daggers.

He reached out and twisted your wrist, watching you squirm. “Who in the world are you all dressed up for?” He asked coldly, letting go of your wrist.