Chapter 1:
Introduction – An Otherwise, Uneventful Monday

Here we go again.
A heavy sigh slipped though his lips, thinned in a frown of disappointment. Every morning, she would repeat the same pattern: walk over, smile at him, giggle and flirt a bit and occupy the seat at his side until he made her leave. The young male had her every feature memorized as she approached him. Long, pink hair flowing behind her, falling into jade eyes overly eager to connect with his own.
"Hey there, Sasuke-kun."
"Don't call me that." He hoped that she might get the message this time, or perhaps she drop dead from his icy, drilling stare. But no, nothing could deter a young, teenage girl in love. Though she tried to be discreet about it, Sasuke found that it tattooed itself over that billboard of a forehead.

Unperturbed by his attempts to dismiss her, Sakura dropped her books on the open desk to his left. Her lip curled out in a pout, feigning that she didn't understand. Sasuke didn't know what she was trying to portray there: cute innocence to win him over, or lying to herself about his disdain for her.
After all, she was the girl that near every boy wanted underneath their tongue. Sasuke was the boy that every girl wanted to have sweep them off their feet, pink-hair teens included. So, it should be natural that they just clicked.
But, it wasn't happening, -not in the slightest way possible.
Sakura couldn't understand it. Nothing that she did could make the cold, bastard child called Uchiha heed any desired attention to her. It would be a cold in hell before he displayed anything affectionate towards Sakura, which the boy was planning to keep that way.

However, she had other plans.

The sudden movement initially startled Sasuke, though he didn't react to it as much as one would expect. She shot up, smacking her hand down on the desktop, stunning the class into silence with a thunderous clap.
Then she opened her mouth, and Sasuke died a little inside. "Why don't you like Sasuke? Is it because you're too oblivious to this kind of thing? Do you not notice all the passes I make at you? All these days I've spent pining after you? Is it because you're secretly shy? Do you need me to make the first move? Or maybe-"
She kept droning on and on, something which quickly bored the young, placid male. Instead of listening intently to her, Sasuke chose to tune her out, though still looking at her. This way, he could appear mildly interested while paying attention and not being a complete douche-hat. He would not cave into the urge to tell her to shut up and sit back down. Nor would he succumb to urge to sink into the floor at the scene she was causing.

He had a reputation to uphold, if not as a cool kid, as an Uchiha. Those in his family line were much more composed and noble than telling off a person without good reason, -especially if that person was a woman. His mother raised him better than that.
On the flip side, his father had raised him to associate with the cream of the crop. This made the young boy intolerant to bullshit, and gave him higher standards. Of his sixteen years of living, Sasuke kept the unwritten expectation that nobody of the Uchiha name would associate with the weak, and lesser folk. He couldn't be weak, nor be seen with anybody lesser than he, nor associate with anybody weaker than himself. 'Uchiha' and 'weak' simply did not belong together in any term.
And to Sasuke, every girl he'd ever met were all the same: hormone-driven, and weak. That, included Sakura Haruno, the girl he'd been-

Ah, crap. He'd been staring in her direction, hadn't he?
The boy slowly came back to his sense, now looking at the girl instead of the space behind her. With mild curiosity, he noted the shades of red her cheeks were turning and the familiar sparkle in her eye. That's when Sasuke had come to the decision that it simply was better to not ask.
"Sakura, please, return to your desk. You're making a scene, and class is about to start."
"But Sasuke-kun, you haven't answered my questions yet, and-"
"Sakura..." A darker tone edged into his voice, hinting at how cross he was was getting. Collecting the younger female's books from the desk at his side, the Uchiha then thrust them into her limp arms. "Please, go back to your assigned seat. Shikamaru will be here to occupy his desk shortly, and I don't think he'd take too kindly to you being in his spot."

Disappointment crossed the girl's face before she nodded, turning away: "You have your point Sasuke. I'll go to my spot now."
"Please, don't call me that either." The honorific she'd attached to the end of his name, though annoying, was a little better than being considered familiar to her. Yet at this point, Sasuke couldn't decide what he appreciated more.
"Alright Sasuke-kun, I-"
"Actually," A weak groan slipped out of the angsty teen, letting his head drop to the surface of his desk. "You know what? I think I liked Sasuke better."
To this, Sakura nodded and giggled, fluttering over to her friends to tell them about how she was on first name basis with him now. A harder, more frustrated sound emanated from the Uchiha coupled with a harsh, profane whisper. "Fuck, I hate Mondays."

FelisMargarita: Look what I found guys!
Sasuke: Old stories that you used to have on FF-net before you ripped them down for rewriting, printed out, lost the hard copies to, and eventually found stashed away under your bed three years later?
FelisMargarita: You're a complete buzzkill, do you know that?
Sasuke: How are your challenges going anyways? You're currently on the thirty-first of how many?
FelisMargarita: ...seven hundred.
Sasuke: I saved you time by sparing you the explanation. Now, instead of wasting time chatting with me, why don't you do something productive for once? You should get writing.
FelisMargarita: I hate you.