There was only one word for it.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Should I use these flowers for the wedding? Wouldn't they be a beautiful center piece? In the middle of every table…maybe some roses too…" Sakura blabbed on, occasionally glancing at her fiancé, who looked bored from the conversation. She picked at some orchids, and hopped to the register.

The pure love and trust in her eyes as she smiled at him – disgusted me.

Sasuke was a monster.

Sakura turned to me, all smiles, "Naruto! We haven't bought your suit yet have we – damn it, you have to remind me of these things!"

"Hehe…can't I just wear jeans or something?" I honestly didn't want to go at all.

"Absolutely not! I will not allow my best man to wear jeans to my wedding, you baka –"

I put on my most convincing grin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sasuke staring at me, leaning against the wall of the store. I tried my best not to stare back.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Naruto," he purred, "She's not here." Sasuke smirked at me, patting the empty spot on the sofa. Sakura was gone, the mansion was completely empty. I already knew what was going to happen.

"I know she isn't, Uchiha." I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

"What? No teme?" He got up from the couch, flicking the lights off. Even in the darkness, I saw his eyes. I knew those eyes. They were dark, hungry.

Crazed.

"You know what turns me on, dobe?" I had nowhere to go. My back hit the wall, with a thump. My heart skipped, and ran.

He whispered things in my ear.

I felt dirty.

His fingers slipped into my shirt.

I felt cold.

He yanked it off; I held back a gasp as my skin hit the cold air.

I felt exposed.

His hot breathe fanned my face. His jeans pooled around his feet, then mine.

I felt empty.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Sakura squealed, and jumped up, kissing him. Sasuke stayed still, his own lips unmoving.

His eyes were open. Mocking.

Silent.

Staring through me.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

"I love you damnit, why can't you – I fucking love you –" Sasuke pleaded. I ignored it.

Sasuke grabbed my shoulder, and spun me around. His lips crashed onto mine, oh so desperately. I pushed him away.

"Stop it."

It felt so wrong.

It was wrong.

I hated it.

I hated him.

And he hated me. I knew he did. He tortured me. But never have I felt so wanted.

And absolutely worthless all the same.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Naruto…forget her…"

"I can't. I fucking love her – You don't even – deserve her damn it!"

"No. She doesn't deserve you."

I couldn't help the tears. They fell without my consent. "Just stop it, Uchiha, just…don't,"

Don't make me feel, like I'm worth something.

"I can't." And with that, his body fell over mine. He kissed me. His fingers were in my hair.

The bedroom door opened.

DON'T THROW TOMATOES AT ME GIVE THEM TO SASUKE INSTEAD HE LIKES THEM OKAY

I couldn't help but leave it there. I'm such an evil bitch mwahahaha

Review, don't review. Honestly. I'm not gonna be a review whore and beg.

lOLOLOL DERP.

Listening to : Gold Guns Girls by Metric.

Disclaimer : Yeah I don't own Naru-chan blah blah shuddap but a certain Uchiha does.

SNAP.

/./signouttttttt.

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