Lure

She looked at the message several times, that part had become a little clear to her with the picture and now with the confirmation, however that didn't remotely explain why she had a note with his number, she went to contacts to change the name under which she had saved it and went back to the chat without replying yet. The sign typing... appeared.

Kiba:

Does it bother you that I left you my number?

It's just that...

Well, my sister never left so I couldn't ask for yours.

Tenten:

Do you know who I am?

She felt the need to clear that part up to begin with, she was sure that the moment he knew the truth he was going to stop talking to her and he would even block her number

Kiba:

My sister's beautiful friend

Tenten:

Thanks

But that's not what I mean

...

I'm not what you think

Kiba:

Please don't tell me you are a man.

Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not into men.

You're still prettier than many women I know

Tenten:

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

No

I just said that because I don't belong to the same social circle as you do.

I study in that school because of a scholarship

There, she had written it after laughing at the other conclusion that had been drawn by the man. She put the phone aside convinced that was the end of the conversation, but the sound of the message came again

Kiba:

So?

Tenten:

I don't think you want to talk to someone like me

Kiba:

Why not?

I had a good time today. Didn't you?

Did I bore you?

Was my dinner that bad?

Tenten:

Not at all, you're funny

And you cook well

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Kiba:

Thanks, mastering the grill is quite an art.

They talked little more, before saying goodbye because she had to go to bed to sleep. In the morning she went to school and didn't mention to her friend the conversation she had had, she didn't know what Hana might think of something like that, and the truth is that she liked the idea of talking to Kiba.

It became part of her routine, whether she attended the Inuzuka's house or her own home, she dedicated the afternoon to study and when she finished she checked her phone, chatting with him about anything, from her classes, or his classes that were described as very boring and he complained about the teachers, they talked about food commenting which was each one's favorite food, their ages, learning that he was 21 years old and would be 22 in July next year while she was just going to be 17 years old in March, and many other topics.

Her exams were successfully completed and a week after the end of the school year, her mother was called by the school authorities. Her parents had explained to her that they obviously could not afford to pay the tuition on their own, so her mother was already starting to look for a spot in a state high school so that she could do her last year. She knew that, in fact she liked going back to a place where the others were of the same status and would not push her aside other than for being the new girl, but she could live with that.

Finally, she knew who the so-called rector Ōnoki was, the old man she had heard so much about when her classmates complained about scholarships and who had been stubborn even though many tried to change his mind. Next to him was a woman who identified herself as the academic secretary and on the other side was the teacher who had been her course director.

They were talking about the history of the school, how prestigious it was and the excellence of its program, neither her mother nor she understood anything, until they explained that they were not going to continue with the scholarship program for new students, however they had decided to keep hers since she had demonstrated a more than ideal performance and deserved to continue there.

Her mother was grateful and received the letter again to claim at the beginning of the following year other uniforms. On the bus ride home she was silent, if she left aside her classmates, she admitted that she liked that the school challenged her more academically and the laboratories were much better equipped, plus the fact that she was learning French, which she would not continue if she changed.

So, when her parents asked her what she wanted to do, she decided to accept the scholarship and continue at the private school.

Sometimes she went out with some of her former classmates from her previous secondary school, other times she stayed at home studying Chinese, her parents did not speak much of the language at home but she was able to do something with what they had taught her and she used some videos, the internet and some books that her mother had brought with her when they had immigrated to that country.

There was something fascinating about learning other languages and in fact she was thinking that if she could go to college or get some kind of higher education, she would like to study something that included them.

Her evenings continued to include conversations with the Inuzuka, who congratulated her for keeping the scholarship while they had their usual chats about increasingly random topics, it almost seemed that sometimes he talked to her just to chitchat, she still enjoyed chatting with him, although apparently their messages were not going anywhere.

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Unlike last year, this time she was not scared for her first day of class. She knew what to expect and was prepared, she also knew that Michiko's scholarship had not been renewed so she had made up her mind that she would be alone in several classes.

Silently she advanced through the hallways to the classroom where shortly after Hana arrived and greeted her happily, they had not spoken during the vacations so she was not aware that she would follow but when they saw each other they compared their schedules at once, discovering that they were going to share all the classes. So obviously if they were assigned any pair projects they would do them together.

By the third week of class the Inuzuka invited her to the house, they had a physics exam scheduled and that was the woman's nemesis, so she was almost begging her to explain and she agreed. On the drive over she thought about her friend's brother, despite everything they talked about he hadn't said anything about wanting to see each other or anything like that, and she felt conflicted about it.

She still found him attractive and still thought that someone like him would not notice her, they were friends and that was all, which was more than she could ask for, surely once she graduated she would never hear from anyone in that family again.

She stood at the blackboard and tried to explain the exercise with a simple example, looking for a logical way to make sense of the tangled formula to the young woman who always looked as if she was speaking to her in Sanskrit or some dead language.

"I don't know how you understand this," she complained. "I'm going to go to the kitchen to get something to drink, a glass to drown myself in," she heard her say from afar and held back her laughter.

She picked up her book to look for a new exercise she could explain better, she was about to turn towards the blackboard when she heard that voice that made her heart race completely.

"You didn't let me know you were coming," she felt unable to utter a word, she didn't know how she should act either. Greet him as a great friend? Mention some past conversation? "You're not so speechless in messages..."

Her throat was dry, there was something in the way he was looking at her that had her hypnotized and immobile, not even seeing him advance through the room until he was very close to her.

His hand went around her waist and for her at that moment only his eyes existed, besides the thousand butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her skin bristling. She closed her own eyes as their breaths mingled and then their lips met.

It wasn't her first kiss, but certainly the previous one hadn't made her feel half the sensations she felt at that moment, like that pleasant tingling. She remained partially frozen, responding clumsily to the contact for the seconds it lasted. With the separation the colors rose to her face as she understood what had just happened.

"Don't tell the little-flea I'm here," he asked as he took a step back. "Write me when you're about to leave and I'll accompany you to the bus stop."

She saw him leave the room and barely a minute later Hana came in, asking her if everything was all right and why she was completely red and clearly engulfed. She shook her head trying to focus on what she was doing before that interruption, but the truth is that even she didn't know what she said in her new attempt to resume the explanation. As she packed her things in her suitcase to leave, she took out her phone to text Kiba that she was leaving and the message remained on seen, with no reply.

As she crossed the gate onto the street and went a couple of meters, he came out of the corner and walked beside her the long distance. The conversation again went to something a couple of friends would talk about, the new semester, classes and similar.

"Today was a nice coincidence, but I would like you to tell me the next time you are coming... I will do my best to be present," she nodded and he kissed her goodbye again when the bus arrived.

Her smile the whole ride was indelible, her mother asked her the reason for her joy and she just made up that she had done well on an exam. As she got into bed she checked her messages, smiling again as she read that he had written her that he had long wanted to do that but had been embarrassed to ask her to meet him, thinking that maybe she wasn't interested. They exchanged a couple more words before it was time for bed.

Hana liked that they studied together, so it wasn't too hard to tell her that they could do some of the homework together and thus return a week later to the huge property. Excusing herself at one point with wanting to go to the bathroom and instead of entering that place, Kiba's hand took her to the side door to hug and kiss her.

.

Not that she insisted the Inuzuka to invite her, in fact it had become almost a routine to go once a week to the house, as well as going to the bathroom and take a couple of minutes longer than usual because he was very aware of that or when Hana was the one who came out to enter the study and join their lips. Even starting to insert his tongue while she was dedicated to reciprocate as best she could and enjoy the sensation.

They stayed that way for a while, talking in the evenings and exchanging kisses on the sly, for her birthday he had given her a beautiful bag that she could swear was worth at least half the rent of where she lived and she couldn't refuse to receive it. Everything was going well in their concept until that day in April when they were interrupted by the door opening unnoticed and an accusatory shout was heard all at once.

"How dare you!" Tsume was looking at her with fury, she almost made sure she was going to hit her. "Stay away from my son!"

"Mom..."

"NO! You shut up!" She pointed at her. "You're a damned gold digger, a climber who thinks you' ll get something by seducing my son, you little slut! How dare you!" She had frozen, nothing like what the woman mentioned had ever crossed her mind. "And you!" She pointed at Kiba. "What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing wro..."

"It's nothing wrong?! Are you serious? YOU'RE 21 YEARS OLD AND SHE'S UNDERAGE!" She just wanted to be swallowed up by the earth. "I WILL NOT TOLERATE A SCANDAL FOR THIS!"

"Why would there be a scandal?" He sounded calm, "and don't say what you've already said before."

"Isn't it enough that she's a beggar? What do you think about going to jail for statutory rape if someone finds out about this or she goes to the police and accuses you?"

"I don't..." With one look she fell silent

"Take your hands off!" It wasn't sure which of the two she was saying it to, but she stepped back to grab her bag.

"I'm sorry," was her farewell to run away.

"You're not going anywhere!" That was said towards Kiba. She just kept running away.

On the bus ride she tried to hold back her tears. What had she thought when she had written to him for the first time? Why had she gotten her hopes up like that with someone out of her reach? It was more than obvious that the day Tsume found out she was going to object and that was why he did things on the sly. She had been an idiot, period. She felt her phone vibrate for a couple of messages but didn't want to check them.

When she got home her parents still hadn't arrived so she crawled into bed and finally reached for her cell phone, all the messages were from Kiba asking her to talk to him. She was about to push it aside when it started ringing, it was him. She sighed before answering it.

"I don't agree with anything my mother said," those were his first words, "please tell me you didn't take her seriously."

"Kiba..."

"Please Tenten, you know I don't think anything even close to her."

"She's your mother."

"That doesn't make her right, I really like you Tenten," she bit her lip.

"I like you too... I don't want your money and I would never do the thing about accusing you of..." What was the words?

"I know, beautiful," she smiled. "I don't want us to stop seeing each other. Do you?"

"No, of course not... but I think if your mother sees me in your house again, she's going to kill me."

"We'll work it out."

The next day she apologized to Hana, but Hana played it down as she had suspected that her brother was going home more often on the same days she was going home too. They had all their class projects ahead of them and Tsume liked that her grades had improved that year that she was helping her study, so they could continue to do so. The only thing was that her mother had banished her brother from the property completely. She didn't want to see him hanging around again on the days she attended.

Her routine changed, she still went once a week with the girl to study and a day or two she would meet Kiba after school, who would wait for her near the bus stop and from there they would go to spend the afternoon at the movies or just go to the park and sit and sunbathe together. She didn't see the problem in what they had, although she wasn't sure what the exact name of the relationship was.

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Towards the end of May she felt happy, things with Kiba were going very well, she had managed to keep her grades up and in general she loved the spring and the approaching summer, which implied by the way that the school's mid-year vacation would soon arrive. That Saturday she had asked her mother for permission as the Inuzuka had told her that he wanted to invite her to a place a bit out of the city, and they were not able to go and come back after school.

She liked to wear skirts on her normal days, so for that day she chose an outfit of a pink blouse and a mid-calf skirt in green with flowers, her shoes were sandals with a low heel and her hair was up in her usual hairstyle.

She took the bus to the downtown area as she didn't want him to go all the way to her house, Kiba was already waiting for her at the meeting point, greeting her with a kiss before he started driving. About an hour later they were on a road far away from everything, as they stopped he lowered a basket and opened the door for her, telling her to follow him.

They walked for a few minutes before stopping in a beautiful flowered field, he took a blanket out of the basket and spread it on the ground so they could sit down and then took out some of the things he had brought for the picnic. They had gone for a light walk around the area while she admired all the variety of flowers there and as they returned to the blanket they began to kiss.

The contact was becoming more passionate than usual, soon after he grabbed her waist, guiding her to straddle his legs while he was caressing her back, sliding a hand from the beginning of her ass and slipping it under her blouse to touch the skin of her spine, getting her to bristle completely and sigh in the kiss, being unable to do more than bury her fingers in his short and tousled hair.

She loved all the sensations coursing through her, it was something she hadn't felt before. Yes, the kisses they had shared before were growing on her, but they hadn't had the intensity of that moment.

Kiba tightened his grip on her waist and turned them around, staying on top as he increased the pace with which his tongue invaded her mouth. The hand that had been under her blouse now went to one of her legs, slowly outlining it and moving up to her skirt, which had been gathered by the way it was arranged. He squeezed her bottom and she could only sigh against his lips again.

"Tenten," he had pulled away just a little and was looking into her eyes. "Have you ever had before...?" She understood the question all at once, it was hard not to considering the position they were in, so she shook her head. The Inuzuka exhaled heavily and stood up, sitting down as he was before.

"Do you think it's something bad?" She lowered her skirt when she noticed, embarrassed, that her underwear was showing and she imitated him in sitting down, she hadn't thought about it until that moment.

"No, of course not." He kissed her, but it was just a light touch, "it's just that we'll go slower, that's all." He opened his arms for her to get comfortable in between them.

She smiled as she did so, it was hard not to fall in love of him.

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