Title: Two Strangers That Knew Each Other Very Well

Rated: M (for language, and sexual situations towards the end)

Disclaimer: I do not, and will not, ever own Naruto.

Summary:

Love [luvh] (noun) : a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

Hate [hayt] (noun) : a feeling of extreme dislike; a feeling of detest.

Sakura Haruno is moving to a new school, but on the way there, she meets a boy, who she would come to call, an asshole, a bastard, and arrogant prick, and someday maybe a...lover?

Author's Note:

I'm taking a break from Wish You Were Here for a bit, to try and get over my writers block. So here it is. When you see 'Sakura' or 'Sasuke' at the top, that's whose point of view it is in. (:

Sakura

Ringgg.

"No." I mumbled in a slurred tone.

Ringggggg.

"God damn it, I said NO." I said, slapping the alarm clock to the ground and watching it shatter. "That'll piss mum off." I shrugged off the blankets and carefully stepped over the remains of the glass alarm clock. I shrugged off the tank top and underwear I was wearing and darted across the hall to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. A few minutes later I stepped out and wrapped a fuzzy green towel around myself. I looked in the bathroom mirror, and my reflection looked back at me. I shrugged my wavy pink hair off my shoulders, and felt it tickle my lower back. It was getting too long.

I toweled dried it until it was of suitable dryness, and walked back into my room. I hung up the towel on my door handle when I shut it, and examined my body in the floor length mirror next to it. Like I said before, I had wavy pink hair that hung to my lower back. Yes, it was natural, and yes, I hated it. I had big green eyes, a straight nose, full lips, and pale smooth skin. My neck was long, not too long, and slim, and led to the soft skin of my breasts. They weren't too big or small, a large B cup. My stomach wasn't a wash board stomach, like some girls. In the modeling world, I might have been considered chubby, but in the real world, I was average. Skinny, but soft. I liked it that way. My legs were long and curvy, and always smooth.

Some considered me pretty, some didn't. I found myself to be rather average. When my "mother" (note the quotation marks, my "mother" was rather absent in my life, always out on business, she usually came to visit every few months, and every few weeks she wired me some cash to pay for life.) visited Kohana High to see if it was acceptable for me to attend, she had found out that we had to dress formally everyday (besides Friday). When asking the headmaster what that meant, we found it to mean a nice shirt, skirt, and heels for girls. I found that to be awful. But, regardless, here I was, pulling on a black bra and panty set and a green collared, button up shirt. I then pulled a black skirt that came to mid-thigh over it, and then slipped on green three-inch heels. I looked awful. I pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail, no need to fix it if I already look horrible. I applied a sheer lip gloss, a thin ring of eyeliner, and some blush. I glanced at the clock in my bathroom. 7:30.

"Fuck!" I shouted, kicking my counter, sucessfully breaking the heel off of my shoe. "Fuck!" I screamed again, stomping my foot.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I mumbled walking back to my room. I knew that my black four-inch heels would look awful with what I was wearing, but I didn't have a choice. What would be even more awful, is that I had to walk half a mile to the school. I walked out the door slamming it behind me, and tottered down the steps.

"Hey, Sakura." I mumbled to myself. "Did you want to move to another state, and another school in the middle of the school year? Hell yeah I did." I answered myself sarcastically. "Did you want to have to dress like a secretary in a midlife crisis? Hell yeah I did. Did you want to miss your bus, kick a counter, break your heel off your shoe, half to wear ugly four-inch heels, then have to walk a mile to your awful new school? Hell yeah I did."

Sasuke

I turned the corner in my Benz and noticed a pink haired girl tottering in heels in the distance about a mile from the school. I slowed down and watched her walk, when I got closer, I noticed she was talking to herself. I pulled up next to her and rolled down my window.

"Talking to yourself if a sign of insanity you know." I smirked at her, she scowled back.

"Yeah?" She asked, glaring at me. "Well, you fucking rich asshole, go fuck yourself."

"Ouch." I mumbled, my signature smirk never dissipating. "I was going to offer you a ride, but, I mean, maybe you deserve those sore feet." I began to drive off when her voice called out after me.

"Wait!" She called, running around to the other side of the car and opening the door and sliding in. I raised an eyebrow.

"Apparently you want to help me fuck myself?" I asked, my smirk becoming more pronounced. Her mouth fell open as she looked at me. I wasn't expecting her hand to come out and slap me...hard. I stared at her for a moment before regaining my composure. "Oh, thanks. That's how I thank people for rides too."

"Listen you fucking self-absorbed bastard. This is my first day of school, I missed my bus, I broke my shoe, and had to wear these, and if I'm late, my day is going to get even worse. So I would appreciate it if you put your fancy Parisian leather shoe, on the gas petal of your fancy German car, and drive it the small distance to the school, and then, you never have to see me again, I never have to see you again, deal?" She held out her hand to me, and I shook it firmly.

"Deal."

Sakura

Just who does this guy think he is? Insulting me, offering me a ride, hitting on me, insulting me again, then giving me a ride? When he had first pulled up, I thought I had hit the lottery, a rich hot guy, about to talk to me. So, not. I sat fuming in the seat next to him as he drove towards the school, with that stupid smirk on his face. I would like to beat that smirk off his face. I regretted slapping him a tad, my hand stung from hitting his soft pale flesh I tucked it under my arm as I crossed them, to hide the fact that it was red and stinging.

"Does your hand hurt?" He asked mockingly. Damn.

"No." I said firmly. "Does your face hurt?" I asked in the same tone.

"No." He said back in the same firm tone. Mocking me. "What's your name Pinky?"

"Don't call me Pinky." I said, my voice dripping with venom.

"Then give me something to call you." He said, turning to look at me as we stopped outside the school. I chuckled and pushed my way out the door, slammed his car door and walked towards the school. I pushed open the front doors, and stepped in. It wasn't extremely crowded, but it seemed to be rather…"clique-y". Right inside the front door there was a girl with long blonde hair that was in a ponytail. She had big bright blue eyes, tons of make up on, and a purple low-cut blouse, a black miniskirt, and four and a half-inch purple heels that laced up her long tan legs. She was standing with a crowd of less pretty blonde girls (some of them were bottle-blondes), who were crooning over her.

Another group consisted of a tall brown haired, brown eyed girl, with two buns, who was standing with a boy with long brown hair, and pale eyes, another taller boy with black hair and black eyes, and a girl with bluish hair, and pale eyes, who resembled the other boy. They were dressed moderately. The tall brown haired girl wore a light pink buttoned up blouse, with brown decals, a long brown skirt (a little over knee length) and pink one-inch heels. The other girl wore a white long sleeved blouse with a navy blue pencil skirt, and white two-inch heels. The longhaired boy wore a white collared shirt, and brown slacks and shoes. The other was wearing a tight green collared shirt, forest green pants, and green shoes.

Another group consisted of a blonde boy, wearing orange and black, a brown haired boy with a dog, and another brown haired boy with sunglasses, and a few others.

The last group I saw was made up of three people, two boys, one with red hair and one with brown, and a girl with blonde hair.

"Are you new?" The slutty looking blonde demanded.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, dully.

"I wanted to introduce myself, I'm Ino Yamanaka. Who are you?" Her voice was snobbish and annoying.

"Sakura." I rolled my eyes, "Sakura Haruno." She didn't reply, instead she squealed and pushed past me.

"OH MY GOD, SASUKE!" She yelped grabbing him and pulling him into a hug, which seemed unwanted on his part.

"Off." He said simply, smirk gone as he shoved her off. I began walking away quickly, but he caught up with me. "Sakura huh?" He smirked.

"Sasuke huh?" I asked in the same tone. "What was up with that?" I asked, gesturing towards Ino, who was pouting to her friends, and glaring at me.

"It's sort of like a fan club." He admitted, not sounding too cocky about it, just annoyed. I looked around and saw a lot of people staring at us.

"Well. I'm going to go now. We made a deal, no talking to me." I sighed, walking away.

"Wait." He said, smirking. "Let me introduce you to people."

"No thanks. I'd rather not be seen by such a cocky bastard." I smirked back at him. His eyes widened, and I was gone before he could respond.