Title: Saving my First Kiss for Mr. Right
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Sakura H./Sasuke U.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Rating: T
Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. I'm sorry. Looks like it'll just be in my dreams.
Summary: AU. Sakura's POV: "Oh, why are you saving your first kiss again?" "Because," I pause, "Mr. Right hasn't come yet." "Bet you a $100 that Mr. Right is sitting behind you."

Chapter One
Saving My First Kiss for Mr. Right
by: Marin Stewart

Have you ever been kissed by a man? Apparently, I haven't. Third year of highschool, and I still am not kissed by a boy. I know, you might be thinking, 'What's up with this girl not wanting to have her first kiss yet?' or maybe, 'This girl is nuts! She's missing so much in life!' (Uhm, just FYI, I am not missing in life. I have a living social status. I am NOT emo, by the way. That would be totally gross.) Usually, a girl gets her first kiss when she turns thirteen, but sad for me, I'm sixteen, and no. Not a single peck on my virgin lips.

I have dated some guys before, but none of them have I kissed. I start to wonder and envy students walking with their pair at the park when I was fifteen, but that stage was over. I realize now, that no person should ever kiss my lips except for Mr. Right. But the question that my inner would always ask would be, 'What if Mr. Right was Ken? What if Mr. Right was Sai? What if Mr. Right was Gaara? Wouldn't you feel guilty you haven't kissed a boy?' But my inner was wrong. I had proved that. I have seen Ken walking happily with his new girlfriend, Sai dating my best friend, and Gaara still being happy. None of them seemed to be Mr. Right to my eyes, but then again, what if I did already lose my chance?

~.Da.~

"I swear, I saw him check you out, girl!" I shake my head in disagreement. (Did you know that shaking your head in Thailand (or was it another country?) meant YES. Moving on..)

"No, you're just day dreaming, Ino. Snap back to reality would you?" I knock her head three times and she slaps my hand off.

"Whatever, forehead." She says.

"Say, how was your date with Sai? He's a sweetie, isn't he?" I tell her, locking my fingers together as I rest my chin on top of them.

"Goodness. Did I tell you he's such a great kisser?" I stare at her emotionless. "Oh, why are you saving your first kiss again?"

"Because," I pause, "Mr. Right hasn't come yet."

"Bet you a $100 that Mr. Right is sitting behind you." She wears her evil smile at me and I look behind me, and shrug not caring who ever had this chicken hair.

"My goodness, dearest Ino. Couldn't you possibly get any worse?" I roll my eyes as I take a sip of my coffee. The bell rings and I stand up from my seat, and so does Ino.

"Gotta get to class. See you at lunch." And we leave.

~.Da.~

Apparently, I am walking behind Mr. Chicken Hair, not that I'm actually stalking him. No, I am NOT stalking him. (Who would? He's a chicken haired!) Then I realize we are in the same class. 'Great, just great.' I thought sarcastically. The class didn't start, until the class ended. I know, it sound weird. But hey, it's not my fault the teacher's late. Kakashi says he couldn't leave the old woman alone, looking for the principal and stuff, but I doubt students would believe him.

Break time. I sigh. I open my bag and search for my book, 'Handle With Care.' Reading it, a tall person blocks the light and I sigh, looking up at him or her.

In shock, it was a him. It was Mr. Chicken Hair.

"Uhm, hello." I say shyly.

"Hn." He grunts. I stare at him for a mere second and snap back to reality. "Do you have your Chemistry book with you? I just want to check something."

Nodding at his request, I look into my bag in search for my Chemistry book. I give him my book and smile. He reads the cover with furrowed brows. He wasn't so bad after all, I guess.

"So, Sakura?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"Neve--"

"SAKURA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!" My sweat drops and I smile shyly at Mr. Chicken Hair.

"Teme! Seems you've met Sakura-chan!" He says.

"So your name's Teme? Like bastard?" I laugh a bit. He gives me a glare, which kind of, I admit, scary.

"Sasuke." I hear Mr. Chicken Hair say.

"Excuse me?" I ask again.

"Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. Can't you get even more annoying?" My eye twitches at his comment.

"Did you just say I'm annoying without knowing me?" I say, with darkness in my voice. Naruto starts to back away, knowing this isn't good.

"Hn." Oh, his grunt just makes him even more annoying. He is so not going to Mr. Right. In. Your. Face. Ino. I breathe and count from 1-10.

"You. Don't judge me." I sigh. He sits on the chair besides me and he puts my book in the bag of the student who ever sits there.

"Wha- Why did you put my book in someone else's bag?" He raises a brow at me, questioningly.

"It's my bag. Now, can you stop being annoying?" Then the bell rings.

Oh, my life can't get any worse, can it?

A/N: Marin's back on SasuSaku, yeah. Rock it. Uhm, it's either you review, review or review! Yes! You need to review to let me know if I should continue it. See, that's just easy. Anonymous reviews are accepted by the way, so review all you want. I don't care, as long as you review. Weeeee. Gosh, I missed SasuSaku so much. I'm going to have to type another story sooner or later about IchiRuki. Tune it, yo. Once again, I'm desperate for reviews, so review please! Thanks yous ya'llsssss!