Sit Of Shame
The little red sports car pulled off onto the shoulder of the highway.
Sasuke groaned and slumped back in his chair. He let his bangs settle down in front of his face.
He glanced through his shades at the rearview mirror and saw the lights of the cop car behind him.
He sighed and dug out his registration and license before resignedly putting his hands on the steering wheel.
He waited as the cop ever so slowly approached the car.
He saw traffic slow down and watched the passer-byers go about speeding, and not getting pulled over.
He hadn't even been going that fast. 90 in a 65 was not that bad, he reasoned with himself. He scoffed, of course it was bad. Of course he got the ticket though, not even the people going faster than him.
Fuck Itachi and his stupid car. If he hadn't taken Sasuke's whip, Sasuke wouldn't be stuck in this queer little Maserati thing.
He couldn't blame the car. He had been driving too fast, and he was going to pay the price.
He glanced over at the window after hearing the slight tapping.
He saw a petite, female cop, with her pink hair in a bow. She had on thick red lipstick and aviator shades with the stereotypical blue outfit.
Sasuke rolled down his window.
"Is there a problem, Officer?" He spoke coolly.
"Sure is. Can you tell me the speed limit of this here roadway?"
Sasuke grit his teeth. Bitch cop wanted to play this game, huh?
"Sixty-five miles per hour." He ground out.
"Uh-huh. And you see that spedometer on your dashboard?" She pointed.
Sasuke glanced but didn't dare look away for more than point-two seconds, not trusting her.
"The little needle should not go above seventy-five miles per hour, at most." She nodded at him, with major attitude.
So maybe his obedient, appeasing tactic wasn't working. He re-evaluated his plan.
He pulled his sun glasses off and looked back at the spedometer.
"Whoops." He smirked, whipping his head back to look at her, while flipping his hair. He hoped his eyes were smoldering.
"Are you trying to seduce me? You little shit." The officer grinned at him.
"Is it working, Sexy thing?"
"Not even a little bit. I'm going to need your license and registration."
He handed her the papers and let his hand linger on hers while making eye contact.
She went back to her car and sat in it for a few minutes, taking her sweet damn time.
More people looked at him as they drove past. He glared at them as they passed.
Eventually Bitch cop came back.
"Are you enjoying your Sit of Shame, Mr. Sasuke Uchiha, age 24?"
"No. Look, I'm really sorry about speeding," Sasuke repented, "I'm just trying to get home before my brother takes my car again."
"So you don't normally drive this?" She asked interestedly. She seemed much more willing to comply now that Sasuke addressed her with respect.
"No, ma'am."
"And you don't normally drive this fast?"
"No." He half-lied.
"Well then Mr. Uchiha. You can forget about this ticket-"
Sasuke could have died inside. Did he mention he was one ticket away from losing his license?
"If you agree to take me out." She handed him a ticket with her number written on it and Officer Sakura on it.
"Done deal, babe."
"Oh, and Sasuke?" She loooked at him.
He looked back expectantly.
"This is your real ticket. All I have to do is put it in the system if you don't call me by tomorrow at seven pm. Have a nice day." She winked before strutting back to her police car.
Sasuke smirked and put his car back into gear before taking off like a shot.
His sit of shame was over, now it was some other idiots turn. He had gotten off the hook, and Bitch cop wasn't too bad looking. In fact, she was hot.
Sasuke had just refused to admit it while she was threatening him with a ticket.
Sasuke was carfeul not to overspeed on his way home. He forgot that he was in a goddamn red sports car, which everyone knows get pulled over way more than any other car.
When he got home he made sure to take both sets of his keys to his car and put them somewhere Itachi couldn't get to them. Ever.
"Hey little brother." Itachi called out to him, cheesing hard from the kitchen of the mansion.
"I hate you." He glared from the doorway.
"What ever for?"
"For taking my car." He called, leisurely walking through the living room.
"Oh, well at least I left you mine."
"I almost got another ticket." Sasuke complained from the hallway.
"How'd you get out of it?"
"Female cop." Sasuke yelled from the staircase. Sufficient answer.
Itachi nodded and chuckled. Leave it to Sasuke.
Sasuke blew off the rest of the day lounging in his room and on the phone with Naruto.
It was seven thirty when he got up because he was hungry.
He dug his hands into his pockets and felt a piece of paper.
Oh hey, it was Sakura's phone number. He should probably call her soon.
"No better time than the present." He muttered before going downstairs.
He dialed her phone number on his droid and sat up on the kitchen counter.
"Hello?" A feminine voice greeted.
"Hey Officer Sexy."
"Oh, Mr. Uchiha. You called."
"Sure did. So how about our date?"
"Well what day is good for you?"
"Tomorrow?" Friday night.
"Can't. How about Saturday?"
"Sure thing. I'll pick you up at four."
"Sounds good. Want me to text you my address?"
"Yeah. Oh, and dress nicely. Later." He smirked into the phone before hanging up.
Sasuke had no idea what this chick liked, and he questioned her mental stability, but she had spirit.
Sasuke decided that on their date, he'd take her down the scenic route to Vermilion, a classy restaurant with a light environment. He'd definitely drive his whip, which was just unimaginably his favorite car.
On Sakura's end, she was flipping out. She called Ino, her best friend, for advice on this date.
~Date Night~
Sasuke pulled up to Sakura's house. It was a cute, little, white house with navy blue shutters. She had a nice yard and garden.
She stepped out of the house and sprinted out to the car in her black stilletos before vaulting herself into the car.
"Drive. Go, go, go!" She hurried him along.
Sasuke complied and made sure he was a safe distance away from her house to ask her.
"What was that about?"
"My best friend Ino is staying at my house. She so wanted to meet you, and with your attitude, you probably would have lost a testicle or two."
Sasuke was silent.
"You look nice." Sakura said awkwardly from the passenger seat. Sasuke did look nice in his navy blue button up and black dress slacks.
"You look good, too." Sasuke complimented back. He hadn't taken the time to notice her little black dress with a red leather belt around her waist. Or her curled hair. Or her perfect makeup. If he had, he probably would have said something like, "Oh, you're so stunning. Can we get married now?"
The two made small talk and got a feel for eachother as Sasuke navigated the back road. There were beautiful plants blooming since it was early spring.
"I have a confession." Sakura sdeclared from the passenger seat.
Sasuke briefly glanced at her, questioningly.
"I'm not a cop. I took out my dad's squad car just for fun. You were speeding and driving that ugly little red Maserati so I pulled you over. But then I thought you were super hot, so I asked you out. It's been eating away at me, because I feel like a slut for doing it."
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"You're not a slut. Don't feel that way."
"But I lied."
"But you told me the truth just now."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"So where are we going?" Sakura asked, feeling better.
"Vermilion."
"What's that?"
"It's a restaurant."
"What kind of food do they have there?"
"American."
"Okay."
They drove on, for another ten minutes.
The two were in the middle of their date and in the middle of a logomachy.
Sakura believed that the Toronto Maple Leafs were the best team in the NHL. Sasuke was a Bruins fan.
"We have Kessel, JVR, Kadri, and Bozie! No one can forget Optimus Reim." Sakura narrowed her eyes at Sasuke.
"They're not that special." Sasuke countered, weakly.
Needless to say, Sakura won the argument. You don't mess with a girl that loves hockey, Sasuke learned.
After dinner, Sakura decided she would drive them home.
"Please, Sasuke! I promise you I'm a good driver."
"Fine." He conceded after five minutes of her begging.
Sakura was flying down the back road. It was a winding road, and she wasn't intimidated by it in the slightest.
"Slow down, please." Sasuke requested.
She was going to crash it. He could see it now, a fire-y death with lots of flames. His car... His poor baby car.
"Oh shit. You're handling this like a pro, but you need to slow down Sakura." Sasuke said, clutching the arms of his chair.
"Sorry." Sakura grinned, slowing down.
This time she heard him, of course.
Sakura pulled into her driveway and leaned over and pecked Sasuke's cheek before getting out and bounding inside.
She waved when she was at her front door, going inside.
Sasuke, who had already gotten back in the drivers seat, made sure she got inside before driving off.
Maybe he'd call her again sometime.
5/7/13
Sit of Shame- Urbandictionary: That moment when you know people are staring at you while you are pulled over.
Logomachy- : a verbal argument