Hey, uhm, Sasuke-kun? Are you busy? No. What do you want? Remember that bake sale thing? Can you, uh, teach me how to bake? Didn't you already ask me that? Oh. Oh yeah! Haha, sorry, I forgot...when do you want to start with the lessons? Annoying. We'll go after school. Meet me in the parking lot and don't be late. Wow, why so soon? What about all of your other school work? I don't want you to forget about that just to help me... Don't argue, Sakura. I'll see you at 3:10. Oh. Uhm. Okay then, Sasuke-kun! See you then!
-x-
So, Sakura-chan tells me you guys have got a hot date set up for tonight? Wink wink, nudge nudge. Nice going, Romeo!
It is NOT a hot date, idiot; I'm merely teaching her how to bake. (Also, don't compare me to Romeo, that guy was a moron.)
Exactly. Cuz guess who ELSE is a moron? Here's a hint: He has emo hair. And you can tell yourself that, but I know better. You're gonna slam her against that counter and--
Don't you DARE finish that sentence, dobe.
You're so mean, Sasu-chan. I think you broke my wrist.
Good, idiot. It'll match your broken brain. That is, if you even have one.
Which I highly doubt you do.
I totally have a brain. It's how I come up with all these witty retorts. Such as: You don't mind the Sasu-chan? I KNEW you had a thing for me all these years!
Please go kill yourself if you think that I would lower my standards to not only being gay but actually having a thing for YOU.
Who wouldn't want a piece of this? But okay, okay. I know, I'm no Sakura.
NO ONE wants a piece of THAT, Naruto. Also, I'm ignoring your last comment because otherwise I really WILL break your wrist.
I'd like to see you try. And you're just too embarrassed. I get it. But grow up, Sasuke. What are you going to do when you're actually alone with her later?
...teach her how to bake, obviously. Dumbass. (Also, I'm not embarrassed. Stop using your crack and wake up to reality.)
AW, you're blushing! I knew it, you're having sick and twisted fantasies about her, aren't you? (You are so lucky I'm careful with these notes)
I am NOT blushing. It's just hot in this room, that's all. And the only person here who has fantasies of Sakura is YOU.
(a) I have goosebumps from the cold, (b) I thought you were unaffected by temperature like us mere mortals, and (c) Shouldn't you be more jealous?
It's not cold in here, I'm still HUMAN, idiot; I'm not a robot, and jealous of WHAT?
Of boys lusting over your precious Sakura-chan. And hey, remember that time I poured water on you to see if you would spaz out like a robot? And Sakura snuck you into the Home Ec. room to dry your clothes?
Get to the point, dobe.
All I'm saying is, she's worth more than your ego.
-x-
"You're late."
Sakura stifled a groan as she walked up to Sasuke, leaning against the hood of his Mercedes. He didn't look at her, didn't even sound anything other than his usual apathetic, but...
"Sorry," she gasped. "Kurenai-sensei kept me late to talk about my test."
"Hn," he grunted, but glanced at her, finally, taking in her fly-away roseate hair, courtesy of sprinting towards the parking lot, and her rumpled clothing. Sakura ran a hand through her hair self-consciously--and then dropped her books.
"Damn!" she swore, and bent down to pick them up.
Sasuke crouched down before her to pick up her Sociology notebook. Papers scattered everywhere, spilling out of all her books. "You should be more organized. You'll lose things," he chided.
"Organized chaos," she replied absently, reaching out to take the book from him.
"Tch," he scoffed. "You're gonna wish you were more organized when finals roll around and you can't find some things."
Sakura merely sighed, tucking a lock of hair behind her head and standing up to chase the papers that had started blowing away.
"Would you like to bet on that?" she asked in a soft voice. She wasn't looking at him, but Sasuke could see the smirk playing about her lips. A similar one tugged at his own mouth. Cheeky girl.
"Bet with what? Money? Your baking skills?" Sakura scowled at him, muttering something incomprehensible beneath her breath as she grabbed all of her papers and made her way back to him.
"Loser has to be my man-slave," she said sarcastically... and then she slapped a hand to her mouth when Sasuke looked over the car at her from where he was unlocking the doors.
He shook his head lightly, amused. "Get in the car, Sakura." And she, blushing to the roots of her hair, had no choice but to comply.
It was quiet as Sasuke started the engine, and Sakura fiddled with the hem of her shirt, the blush still on her face.
"And what if I win?" Sasuke asked, and Sakura whipped her head to face him, mouth gaping open.
"Um." Sakura didn't know if he was serious or not. It's not like he actually smiled - that would be crazy! "Same thing goes for you?"
Sasuke smirked. "So you'd agree to be my slave? And do whatever I told you to do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, and Sakura suddenly felt wary, almost like she should say no and that she was just kidding--after all, she had seen Sasuke-kun's sadistic side first hand. (Never on her, though. Always with Naruto.)
"Nothing rated R," she said finally. And then she wanted to smack herself, because that didn't send out the wrong message at all (and really, would she mind it so much? Because, that face--). "But, you know, you won't win. I'm good at exams."
He started the car, but she saw his smirk widen. "I wouldn't be so sure."
Sakura shot him a look and crossed her arms, feeling the competitive side of herself start to show. "Don't be so cocky, Sasuke-kun," she chided.
"Look who's talking," he muttered. "Are we still making the fudge cake?" When Sakura nodded, he said, "Good. I bought the ingredients."
For some reason, that made her break out into a shy, beaming smile. She was so weird.
-x-
Sakura had obviously never cooked anything beyond toast before, if the way she was holding the mixing spoon was any indication.
"You're not going to war, Sakura," Sasuke sighed. "Don't look so afraid."
Well, how couldn't she? She was standing by a very hot stove, and her knees were wobbling so much she could barely stand, because there was nothing hotter than a guy who could cook. Not that Sasuke needed to know that.
Sasuke-kun is hot AND he's smart, Sakura mentally corrected herself, then inwardly kicked herself; she was standing in front of a HOT stove; why was she letting her mind wander? Did she WANT to get burned severely?
Sasuke leaned towards her, taking the spoon from her hands--their fingers brushed and Sakura's face heated up--and showing her how to mix properly.
Oh yeah. HE was the reason why she was letting her mind wander. Because when her mind wandered, it led to him.
"Focus, Sakura. You're going to hurt yourself." His breath ghosted the back of her neck, and she had to stifle a shiver.
"Sorry, Sasuke-kun." She wrapped her fingers around the wooden handle of the spoon. "I've got it now."
She already knew Sasuke-kun was smirking. At her. "Sure about that?" he asked, as the contents inside began to splatter on his counter from her poor mixing job.
Kind of like my insides, Sakura thought miserably. God, even food wasn't safe from his utter gorgeousness. Or maybe that was her cooking--
Eventually the batter inside the bowl began to smooth out, looking more like, well, batter than something reminiscent to a hairball.
Sakura wrinkled her nose at that. Ew, gross mental image.
"Now into the pan," Sasuke said, lifting the bowl and tipping it over the pre-heated pan. "Sakura felt like she should help, but she was just slightly rooted to the spot.
WHY was Sasuke putting his arms around her? Maybe she could duck out of the cage of his arms so he could bake in peace?
What did she do to deserve this?
"And now," Sasuke said, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes and Sakura felt her stomach tumble at the sight, "we wait."
"For how long?" Sakura asked, and Sasuke glanced at her.
"About three hours."
"..."
Sakura felt that these were going to be the longest three hours of her life.
A/N-- Updates for this are going to be sporadic, so you're wasting time and energy PMing me to update this. Just warning you now that you guys shouldn't expect a fixed schedule. Especially now, since I'm drowning in projects and research papers, and then once THOSE are done and handed in, it's time to start studying for finals. I think my teachers' hate us. And I'm pretty sure that Annie will be busy, too, since she's graduating this year, so updates are going to be whenever one of us reminds the other. (Most of the time it's me, cause it's not like I don't have ENOUGH stuff to do, right?)
Anyway, review?