"Obviously I haven't written on here for like three years, so I think I'm a bit better at writing. I'm not exactly sure why you guys liked my other stories THEY WERE SO AMATURE. Anyway, I've taken the time to edit some things and make this chapter longer. I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND COMPLIMENTS. Enjoy, love...
"What is it that I can not stand?
Is it your desirable appearance that mocks my very soul? Or, is it those intriguing, emotionless eyes? I may never understand why I am like a magnet to your jackass attitude, that for unusual, odd reasons, turn me on. Who are you to leave me breathless each night? Who are you to even lay a hand on my pale skin? Who? Well, 'The' Sasuke Uchiha, of course.
But, unfortunately for you, I see straight through your haste plan. And through it, all I see is you...Your cold heart, red and black with rust, peeling and chipping under that block of ice surrounding it.
You are pathetic.
Pathetic.
And I, Sakura Haruno, deserve to tear your skin and bones into 'itty bitty' pieces. Your heart will shatter and break, bleed and crush under the force of my hatred for Sakura Haruno"
I skimmed through the note she had sent me, I chuckled.
"What a piece of work."
Slipping the coffee-stained sheet back into it's neatly constructed envelope, my hands trace the sticky crease that she must've licked shut.
"I don't believe she likes me much." I think aloud.
"You think?" A deep voice sarcastically intervenes into my lonely conversation,
"I'll fix that."
The edges of my thin lips lift at the edges and sink into a confident smirk,
"Easy..."