The strawberry blonde beauty was attracting attention. With her tight fighting skinny jeans, and her low-cut tank top (all designer, of course), Sakura was a sight that drew eyes. The appearance of three other completely gorgeous girls did not go unnoticed by onlookers.
The first was tall, with tan skin and bleach-blonde hair in a ponytail. Strands of hair escaped, partially covering bright blue eyes. She wore an eye-watering blend of colors; an orange shirt, a pink tutu, and alternating striped rainbow knee socks. It would have been considered hideous on anyone else, but she was beautiful, and her clothes were Designer Labels. Rich people weren't crazy, they were just eccentric.
The next girl was a smaller, pale girl, with black/indigo hair to her waist. She wore baggy clothes in an attempt to hide her rather large curves, but they were still expensive looking and in fashion.
The last was a tall, athletic-looking girl wearing simple jeans and a blue T-shirt. Her brown hair was in twin buns, and thick lashes framed her chocolate eyes.
All four girls had planned to meet at the café, and so they sat, watching and giggling as people passing by stopped to stare.
They were used to it, but that didn't make it any less funny.
Sasuke Uchiha hated his life at the moment. He cursed his devilishly good lucks and the fortune his family carried. His brother hadn't had as much of these problems; then again, Itachi had practically been a recluse. Sasuke hoped he wouldn't have to resort to that.
He was surrounded by a crowd of desperate, love-struck girls calling his name. Any other guy would have been thrilled. Sasuke was not. He may have had the reputation of a playboy, but that did not mean that he wanted to be harassed by girls every time he stepped outside. No matter how pretty.
He sighed, and repeated to himself, life sucks.
Author's Note: Hey, sorry this took so long to update. I've had a lot of school work. Also, I have no idea where this story is going. So if you have ideas, tell me!