Rating:
The rating was Mature, but has since been moved down to Teen.

Main Characters:
Hikari Jungyaku, Itachi Uchiha.

Intro:

Sexual Harassment isn't something you want to be experiencing. It's annoying, horribly disrespectful, and down right bothersome! I could say some other colorful words about it too, but I'll leave that up to your imagination. I, Hikari Jungyaku, am in fact being sexually harassed, quite often at that. And just who is the arrogant prick that's doing it? None other then the most narcissistic, egotistical, sexual deviant prick I've ever met. Uchiha Itachi.

Hikari Jungyaku regretted signing up for Calculus Tutoring. True, she needed it. In fact, truthfully, Hikari was looking forward to a one-on-one study period. Someone that could explain to her, better than her ditsy teacher, all the jumbled numbers and letters on the page. So what exactly did the excited girl regret? She regretted the fact her tutor happened to be the one person she would rather kill herself than see. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough time to kill herself before meeting with the tutor.

So here she was, sitting across from the one man that had made her Freshman, and now, Sophomore year, absolutely miserable. Itachi "Do-What-I-Want" Uchiha. Oh, how she regretted it.

Itachi slowly crossed his arms over his chest before leaning down onto the desk,. "And what exactly do you need help on?" His eyes locked on her test paper, simply ignoring the girl across from him. She didn't answer for a moment, contemplating just what she should say. Desperately trying to find a way to excuse herself from the situation at hand.

Her excuse came too late as Itachi began to speak once again.

His onyx eyes trailed from the paper to the girl across from him. Curious, yet taunting. "You know, I always thought of you as a Straight-A student, Hikari. At least, that's how your grades appeared last year." His voice was like a snake, slowing slithering itself around her arms and legs. Smothering, restricting her from fleeing the table.

Despite the nervous jolt in her throat, she forced herself to speak. Surprising herself at how steady her voice sounded to her own ears. "I guess I got lazy..."

Itachi pushed his chair away from the table, standing up, he trailed his slender fingers along the edge of the table as he waltzed to her side. He positioned himself comfortably on the corner of the table, eyeing Hikari the entire time.

"I doubt your father would like to hear of your laziness." He carefully leaned closer to Hikari's ear.

"But I'll keep your secret... for a price." The words slithered off of his tongue.

Hikari fought the urge to roll her eyes as she gripped her skirt tightly. Her knuckles squeezed bone white against her already pale skin.

Of course, she knew exactly what this conceited man was hinting at. And of course, she was having no part of it, even if it meant being grounded by her father for her poor grades. Hikari wasn't going to lower herself to this person's level no matter what.

Abruptly, she shoved herself away from the table.

"Thanks for the lesson, Uchiha." She muttered, then stuffed her Calculus book into her book bag. Keeping her eyes on the ground, she squeezed between him and an adjacent table.

Itachi immediately seized an opportunity, and tugged on the pleat of her skirt. She anticipated this and stubbornly swatted his hand away. In return, he took hold of her book bag, yanking it from her petite hands. Carelessly, he tossed it across the room, farthest from the door.

Pathetic bully.

Now, Hikari was torn between leaving her book bag behind and making a dash for the door. Or daring to fetch it, for fear of being cornered like a mouse. Not only did she have her Calculus book and homework in the bag, but also her cell-phone and other valuable things. Sighing, she begrudgingly trudged over to were her book bag lay.

Bending over to pick it up, she felt a hand brush against her inner thigh.

Perverted bully.

She swiftly stepped away from his hand, swinging her bag over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with his, forcing a stern and disobeying look against his possessive orbs.

Without warning, Itachi stepped to the side, giving her full view of the classroom door. Her instincts told her to be cautious of such a gesture. Gingerly stepping forward, and passed him without incident. Their eyes remained on each other until she had made it safely out of the room.

Hikari let out a relived sigh. Tomorrow she'd make sure to drop out of her "tutoring lessons." Her goal for the rest of this year was to avoid the man that would make her life a living hell. By any means necessary...