MOST UNLIKELY

CHAPTER ONE

Sakura

The sound of an alarm clock screeching inside my head jerked me awake. My eyes were crusted over with sleep and sweat was making my shirt stick to my neck. Opening my eyes took so much effort that I became exhausted all over again. My body was sore and my head was throbbing with every beat of my heart.

For a moment, I was seized with a crippling sense of terror. What happened? What was wrong with me?

Almost immediately I was laughing at myself. My paranoia seemed to be increasing quite a bit as of recently.

Without opening my eyes, I began to move around. The cold sheets pressed into the skin of my bare legs and stomach, and and I began to shiver all over.

I heard my roommate, Ino, moving around silently, getting ready for class. The alarm clock was slammed off almost immediately, the offending noise cut off sharply.

Due to how terrible I was feeling, I decided I would wait until she left to get ready for class.

I turned over, groaning loudly to myself as the cold sheet pressed into more of my bare skin.

"Good, you're awake." said a distinctly familiar, very not Ino voice.

I screamed silently inside my head as I hesitantly opened my eyes. My eyes became assaulted with posters of every kind. Motorcycles, naked women, bands, ect. Definitely nothing you would find on my walls in my dorm room.

To my utter horror, the coldness of the room was due to the fact that I was not wearing even a stitch of clothing.

I swallowed my pride—along with the terrible taste in my mouth—and raised myself into a sitting position, wrapping the sheet around my bare body firmly.

"Yeah," I murmured, avoiding his eyes.

It wasn't that I didn't know this guy. Everyone knew him. He was the guy that every girl secretely wanted, but none could have. He was the guy that everyone was afraid of. He was the one that was smart in all the good and bad ways. The one that always got in trouble. He was the guy that had tattoos from his wrists to his shoulders. The one that wore black jeans and boots. His black hair was always spiked like a chicken's ass, he had two or three sets of earrings in each ear, and an attitude that made you shake inside.

My clothes and shoes lay on the bed next to him, folded and neat. You could hardly tell that they had been worn the day before.

My shame rose up sharply in my throat as I reached for my garments. I began to pull them on silently, feeling my eyes burn from I refused to let fall

Sasuke stood and walked around his bedroom, searching for his boots, I presume. He looked everywhere but at me while I dressed. This much I was thankful for.

He cleared his throat, getting my attention. I finally looked into his eyes, nearly catching my breath at the memory that surfaced from last night.

"Listen, I don't mean to rush you out, but I've got to be at work in 20 minutes, so..." He trailed off, letting me fill in the blanks for myself.

"I wasn't planning on staying."

Understanding crossed his face, "Oh."

A long silence filled the room, in which we just stared at one another, the awkwardness apparent between us.

Finally, I broke eye-contact and stood, brushing my hair out with my fingers, getting them caught in the snarls.

"Do you, um, need a ride?" He asked, scratching the back of his head (which was home to perfectly spiked hair).

"Wouldn't your girlfriend see us together?" I asked, letting the disgust show in my voice.

He smirked at my tone, "That won't be a problem, seeing as I don't have a girlfriend."

I was confused for a moment. Hadn't that been his girlfriend at the party last night? Maybe there was something about an argument...?

I stopped trying to remember quickly. My head was pounding from the intense effort.

"Hmmm," I said, absently, turning to the door.

I could hear his keys shaking as he pulled them out and glided past me, opening the door and locking it smoothly. His eyes burned into mine for a moment, and then he slipped out the door, beckoning me to follow him.

I sucked in a deep breath and followed him, closing the door behind me as I began my walk of shame.

It was still early in the morning, probably not even seven yet. People were just now starting to get up and out of their rooms. I kept my head down as I walked out of the apartment building, not making eye-contact with any of the guys that passed by. I just hoped that no one recognized me.

Sasuke was waiting for me in the parking lot, a helmet balanced between his arm and leg as he sat on his motorcycle.

I hesitated for a moment at the end of the sidewalk, contemplating the odds of someone I know seeing me around this dorm. The odds were high.

So I walked across the remaining few feet of sidewalk between us and took the helmet. I saw his smirk briefly before I slid onto the seat behind him and jammed the horrendous shell onto my bed-mussed head.

He brought the bike to life, and I was surprised to hear that it barely made a sound at all. It wasn't disgustingly loud, like most bikes were.

I had no clue what to do with my hands, so I crossed my arms stiffly. Before we moved, I saw him glance over his shoulder at me, amusement lighting his dark eyes.

Irritation flooded through me, "What?" I snapped.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as his grin widened, "You may want to hold on."

And then he kicked the bike off. I nearly screamed at the sudden, jerky movement as the bike sped off. My arms encircled his waste in a strangle hold as I tried to regain my balance.

"Bastard," I murmured under my breath as he turned, heading in the direction of the girls' dorms.

Students were crowding the sidewalks, backpacks slung lazily over their shoulders. Some were in large groups, others only couples. No one was ever alone in college, it seemed.

The campus was rather large, with coffee shops and small places to grab food set up everywhere. There were several intersections, each guarded by a cross guard in a bright orange vest.

Sasuke sidled the bike up to one of those intersections, stopping jerkily so that I was thrown fully against his back. I could feel his muscles ripple beneath the contact of our bodies. I almost shivered.

That warm fuzzy feeling evaporated quite quickly, however, when Sasuke's on-again-off-again girlfriend passed in front of the motorcycle, stopping to scrutinize the both of us.

I could feel his muscles tense as he said, "Karin."

She pointed a very sharp, very red painted fingernail toward me and spoke as if I weren't even there, "Who the fuck is she?"

Karin is not a small girl. In fact, she's quite strong. She's tall and lean, toned and muscular. The heels she wears on a daily basis make her even taller, and much more intimidating. She has long burgundy hair that sashays down her back like waves. She was beautiful, no denying her that. But the way her face had contorted made me consider a different way of describing her.

"Move, Karin." Sasuke said tiredly, muscles bunching in his back.

The cross guard, still holding his STOP sign up, walked over to Karin. He had an irritated look on his face, and I could tell this scene was about to get about a million times worse.

"Oh, fuck." I said quietly. Sasuke's back tensed and then relaxed as if he were trying to hold back laughter.

Anger lit inside me like gasoline. He thought this was funny? I would show him funny!

"Miss, could you please get out of the street, other cars are trying to pass." The cross guard said, hostility oozing from his voice.

"Well, Sasuke?" Karin shouted, still pointing her sharp finger at me.

"Move," replied Sasuke.

I was so relieved that Sasuke had given me the helmet. I was completely unidentifiable to her, or anyone else, really.

Many minutes—filled with much honking, screaming on Karin's part, and back-up requested by the cross guard—later, Sasuke and I were crossing the intersection, listening to Karin scream obscenities behind us.

The last thing I heard her say was, "Fuck you! You stupid son of a—"

I shook my head, still trembling with silent anger.

We reached my dorm without incident (I cringed at the thought of another person causing a scene).

Sasuke cruised merrily up to the front of my dorm and stopped, putting one booted foot on the ground to brace us.

I scrambled off the bike as quickly as possible, and clawed the ridiculous helmet off of my head.

He need only one look at my face to tell that I was pissed.

"Sorry about her," He said, shaking his head, "she can be a real—"

"I don't know if anyone's ever told you," I interrupted hotly, "but you really need to deal with psychopathic ex-girlfriend's before you fuck someone else."

He didn't seem bothered by my comment in the least.

I turned and scrambled up the sidewalk toward my dorm.

"Sakura," He called after me.

I contemplated just ignoring him. Not giving him the satisfaction of having the last word in this. But my body responded to his voice before I could make a rational decision, and I turned to look at him solemnly.

"I know what you're thinking," His eyes were sharp and intelligent as he stared into my eyes, unblinkingly, "and I just thought you should know, what happened last night, does not happen often."

Snappy comments of every kind poised on the tip of my tongue; I opened my mouth to say one of them, only to watch as he slid the helmet that I was just wearing down over his head. He turned toward the road and kicked the bike off, speeding away. Leaving me there with my mouth gaping open.

And that was just the beginning.

Tell me if I should continue?