Summary:

According to Sakura Haruno, her life sucks.

Between being blackmailed,

dealing with her perverted and way too touchy personal assistant,

keeping secrets,

out-smarting jealous bitches,

trying to fend off British fanboys,

AND trying to fit in at the ultra-rich Corsberry Prep School in London,

she just happened to fall in love.

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According to Sasuke Uchiha, his life is boring.

But then he meets Sakura Haruno on a plane,

and his life changes forever.

Between planning to takeover his family business,

keeping secrets,

trying to keep his spot as #1 in his class,

keeping his sex drive in check,

watching out for his best friend,

AND helping his father catch a ruthless rapist who just happens to target girls at his school,

he just happened to fall in love.

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Can they learn to love?

Or will their lives just get in the way?

Because,

Love isn't everyone's cup of tea.

Disclaimer; I do not own Naruto. But if I did, Sasuke and Sakura would be together. Duh.

New York City - August 24th

Haruno Loft

Time: Approx. 4:52pm

"E-England," stuttered out a very shocked Sakura Haruno, "Y-your sending me? ME! To England!" A middle aged women sitting across from her, cleared her throat at the teenagers rising anger. "It's for your own good. This boarding school is very prestigious, so you better be on your best behavior. Now go pack your bags, you leave tomorrow morning." At this, the women stood and exited the room quietly, leaving her only daughter to herself. Putting her head in her hands, Sakura did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She just sat there, and cried.

August 25th

Airplane ride to London

Time: 20 minutes until landing, Approx. 2:40pm

Sakura hated airplanes.

It didn't help either, that the person sitting next to her was one of the most irritating people she'd ever met. Her mother had bought her a plane ticket for the coach section on the plane. Fucking coach! Why didn't her mother just use the billions of dollars she had inherited from her grandfather to buy her a first class ticket? The answer? It's because her mother hated her and wanted her to be tortured for 7 hours, she concluded. Sakura didn't bother remembering the annoying lady's name. She didn't even offer responses to what the chick was saying. Yet, she just kept talking anyway. Didn't she know that no one was listening to her? Sakura sighed and furrowed her brows. She figured it was time to do something now before her temper got the best of her and she said something rude. "Excuse me, but I'm going to go to the bathroom." The lady's faced twisted into a disappointed expression, but she let Sakura pass anyways. Walking down the aisle, she turned her head slightly to look back at the lady, who, to no surprise was now talking to the person behind her. Sakura shook her head lightly. How pathetic.

As soon as Sakura entered the bathroom she pulled out her phone. No texts or calls? How thoughtful, she thought sarcastically. She had called her friends before she left that morning, to tell them she wouldn't be there for their junior year, but apparently none of them even cared enough to call back. Grunting in disapproval, she shoved her phone back into her pocket. Sakura sighed for the thousandth time that day. Why did everything have to be so stressful? Groaning, she put both of her hands on the edges of the sink and closed her eyes. She just stood there for a moment, completely still and taking deep breaths. When she finally opened her eyes, she began to examine herself in the mirror. Sakura was a beautiful girl. That much was obvious to anyone who met her. Her skin was flawless, with not one blemish or pimple. It looked milky and porcelain-like, and perfectly complimented her bright emerald eyes. Her hair was long and as odd as it was, pink. It reached half-way down her back, with side-swept bangs to minimize the size of her forehead. Sakura took a pink strand in between her fingers and looked at it intently before dropping it and looking back into the mirror once more. When Sakura was younger, she never really noticed how rare or weird it was to have pink hair. But that had changed as soon as she went into middle school. Kids would always joke about her hair, calling her "weird" and a "loser". She would come home from school, crying to her mother, who would just hold her and tell her that one day she'd "blossom".

And blossom she did.

As the years went by, the kids who had once made fun of her began to admire her. She was now "exotic" as they put it. Her first day of freshmen year, she had walked into school, acting confident and cool. A new attitude to match the new her, she'd always say. Wearing a brand new mini skirt and a top that complimented her newly developed curves and breasts, Sakura had felt hot. And as her freshmen year flew by, Sakura became increasingly popular. Her sophomore year was just the same, except now, parties, boyfriends, and sex became part of her life.

A few months ago though, something happened that changed Sakura. Something that even her mother, still knows nothing about. And if Sakura had any say, no one would EVER know. But she didn't have a say, and that bothered her. Thinking about it now, it just pissed her off. Shaking her head and breaking her bitter thoughts, she pulled out some lip gloss and applied it to her pink, juicy lips. Just as she finished touching up her lips and make-up, her phone vibrated. "Finally!" she said smiling in relief. Pulling her phone out of her pocket and opening it with haste, she began to read the text. A few seconds later though, her bright smile faded and her expression became suddenly grim. Scrunching up her face in disgust and closing her phone, Sakura turned on her heels quickly, and walked out of the bathroom. She walked slowly though, not wanting to return to her seat. As she was half-way to her seat, her phone vibrated again. Sakura turned pale at the knowledge of a new text and halted immediately. Flipping open her phone once more, she opened the text. But just as she was about to read it, the plane began to shake. Sakura, who was unable to prepare herself in time, fell backwards. She fell on her butt hard, which of course, hurt like a bitch. For a minute, she stayed sitting on the ground. She wanted to be positive the plane was through the rough patch, before even thinking about getting up. A moment passed before it occurred to her that her phone was gone. Her anger rose, as she remembered that she hadn't had time to read or delete the text she had received. Panicking a little at the thought of someone reading it, she got on her hands and knees and began to search for it. "Seriously. Fuck England fuck planes and fuck my life." She muttered to herself as she felt around under people's seats. Everyone was staring at her as she searched the floor, but she didn't care. She just needed to find her phone, and find it ASAP. Then suddenly, like a light from heaven, she spotted her phone. But as she was crawling over to it, to her dismay, someone picked it up.

Looking up, she expected to see some 10 year old trying to steal it. But instead, she made eye contact with the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. For a moment she didn't say anything, she just took in his appearance. He was muscular, yet lean. He had jet black hair that spiked up in the back, bangs that framed his perfectly shaped face, and eyes that were such a deep charcoal color, it gave her chills. He was wearing a plain white V-neck shirt, and jeans that were faded and slightly ripped. His pants sagged a bit, showing his plain black boxers. His style was her type of guy, she instantly noted. Coming out of her thoughts, Sakura suddenly became aware that she was still on the floor. Blushing from embarrassment, she quickly got up, dusted her jeans off and straightened her shirt before turning her attention back to him. Now, she noticed he was tall too. At least, 6'3 she guessed. Reminding herself to quit staring at him, Sakura also remembered why she was in front of him. She'd been too busy checking him out earlier, and had completely forgotten. Looking back up at him, she realized he wasn't even looking at her anymore.

To her horror, he was looking at her phone screen.

Sakura paled as she realized, he was reading the text. His brows furrowed just slightly, before returning his gaze onto her. A sharp, deep, gaze that held judgment and arrogance. It didn't shock her, to see such a look aimed towards her. So without thinking she, snatched her phone right out of his hands and closed it. She could tell he wanted to say something, but she hoped he wouldn't. Suddenly, the flight attendant came over the loud-speaker and said it was time to land and that everyone needed to take their seats. Sakura looked at the ground, not wanting to look into his eyes again. It was then that he spoke.

"Are you going to move? I need to get by."

His voice was deep, sexy and British. She was so intoxicated by the sound of his voice and accent, that she didn't register the amount of arrogance and annoyance his question had held. And even if she had, it wouldn't have mattered much. He cleared his throat, and Sakura jumped slightly at the noise, before finally moving. She held her breath as she brushed passed him as quickly as possible. At least she'd never see him again. Right?

A/N : So uh, this is my first fanfiction ever. I know my writing isn't the best, but I hope that with time I will improve. So, just bear with my writing for now. Also, I know this is short and only about Sakura... but next chapter I will write more about Sasuke. Promise! This is basically a prologue, I guess. Also, I apologize for lack of dialogue. There will be much more dialogue next chapter. AND it will be much longer. ( :

Also, are you wondering what those texts said? Muahaha! :D

Well, you'll find out next chapter! So review please!

Also, if you have any questions feel free to ask!

Opinions/ideas/critique is welcome!