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"There is desire in the perfect,

Beauty in the imperfect.

Thus I lust over the flawless,

And fall amorously forceless to the flawed."

Today's weather forecast: Cloudy skies invade my mind. Every time I look at her I wonder what it is that makes her so special. Why is she so deserving of Sasuke's attention? It is not like she really likes him. All she wants is to have a good time-

"Forehead, quit while you're ahead. She isn't the only one looking for a good time."

I grimace because I did not mean to voice my thoughts. "Sorry, Pig. But I just don't get it. I don't get him-"

Ino groans and slams her hands on our table that we managed to quickly find in the club. She gives me the stink eye and scowls. "Listen, Sak; he is a dick, okay? And that's putting it nicely. You don't need him. In fact, you shouldn't even want him! He is a complete waste of your time. How many times has he treated you like shit before? Huh? Too many times to count if you ask me."

The pang in my heart agrees with what Ino is saying, but….

"But I've known him since we were kids-"

Ino cuts me off, "Enough, Sakura! He doesn't deserve your attention. There are other guys here who would love to dance with you in a heartbeat. Forget about him."

I shake my head knowing that it's an impossible feat.

My best friend slumps a little in her chair and sighs, very much disappointed in me, I'm sure. She proceeds to nibble on her pink glossed lip before she gives me a sad smile and says, "Well, can I at least ask you to forget about him for tonight? It is my birthday and I would hate having to spend it with a sad best friend. I much prefer my fun friend."

And who am I to deny my best friend's wish? After all, she is trying to make me feel like a million bucks instead of it being the other way around.

So I give her my best smile and reach for her hand across the table. "Okay, but only if you find me a really good looking guy. I can't just dance with you all night."

Like her personality, Ino perks up at the mention of dancing and guys. She holds up her shot, urging me to do the same with mine, and hollers, "Hell yes, Forehead! That's what I'm talking about! Cheers!"

It is three o'clock in the morning by the time I get home.

I turn on the lights in my living room and immediately sit on my couch, sore from all the dancing. Ino, true to her word, found me a really good looking man. His name was Kiba Inuzuka and he had bad boy oozing from every pore of his body. Although tribal tattoos, especially on one's face would usually be an incredible turn off, Kiba definitely pulled off the look. Not only that, but his feral grin and sultry eyes with his wild locks made him a hot commodity in the club. The hot commodity that danced with me all night long.

A girlish giggle wanted to bubble up, but I immediately held it down because I remembered the other hot commodity.

Sasuke never went after girls, but when he did, he always went in for the kill. He showers them with compliments and always gives them the sexy smirk he knows makes girls swoon. He does all of that so that he can have the girl (because it is always one girl, a lucky bitch). And from what I have heard, they would continue their fun at the girl's place for all hours of the night.

Naruto says that every time the bastard comes home the morning after, his entire demeanor screams euphoria. And every time he sits down next to me during our breakfast get together every Sunday, the thought of him being with other girls slowly chips away my self-confidence.

I guess he will never see me as a woman.

But Ino, bless my Pig, has been trying to help me get over Sasuke and I guess she succeeded a little bit when she introduced me to Kiba. Before he dropped me off to my apartment, Kiba asked for my number. He said he wants to take me out sometime and that he'll call.

I smile at the thought of him taking me out.

It feels nice being wanted by a man.

With that thought, I decide to get ready for bed. As I finish putting on my shorts and tank, I put my cell phone on top of my dresser to charge since the battery died while I was at the club. I turn my phone on and once it loaded, I was bombarded with text messages.

I groan. "C'mon, Pig! I didn't sleep with the guy. There is nothing to text about."

But when I open the thread, it wasn't Ino who texted me.

I gasp realizing that it was Sasuke.

You should change. That dress doesn't suit you.

Why haven't you left to change?

Don't drink too much Sakura.

Who's the weirdo with the tats?

Stop dancing with him. Don't you know what he's after?

You're leaving with him? I thought you were smarter than that.

Why are you ignoring me?

If you don't text me back, I'm going to go to your apartment.

Alright, you asked for it.

I couldn't think about what the text messages meant because there was a loud banging on my door.

"Sakura! Open the fucking the door!"

I got angry because he was being loud and obnoxious, and his stupidity will wake up the neighbors. So to avoid trouble, I immediately opened my door.

Sasuke looks livid. And frighteningly handsome.

Ugh.

He lightly shoves me out of the way so that he could come into my living room. Then he proceeds to march towards my room. Realizing that he is about to intrude my safe haven, I yell, "Hey! Where do you think you're going?!"

He stops his angry march and glares at me. "So he's in there?"

Without giving me any time to reply, he opens my bedroom door and freezes when he sees that there is no one in there.

Flustered, I try my best to pull him back into the hallway by yanking on the back of his shirt. "Sasuke, get out of my room! There's no one there!"

Slowly, he continues to invade my personal space and takes a seat on my bed.

A few minutes pass by before either of us says anything. Then he sighs. "I thought he was in here."

"Who?"

He snorts, "Inuzuka. Who else?"

I am not sure whether to jump for joy knowing that he is jealous since I am trying to forget about him. So I decide to feign indifference. I shrug my shoulders and say, "It's none of your business who I bring to my home."

Sasuke turns his head so fast that I am surprised he did not get a whiplash. "What do you mean that it's none of my business?"

"Exactly that. It is none of your business."

"But it is my business, Sakura. You can't fool around-"

"Ha! Says the man who constantly fools around! I don't stop you from sleeping with those women, do I?"

He gets up and yells, "Then why don't you?! Why don't you try and stop me?!"

"Because you are not attracted to me!" I finally confessed. "You're not interested in me whatsoever! So how can I stop you?! If you liked me, you wouldn't be off with different women!"

Silence consumes the room. Sasuke looks like he can't breathe while I am sure I look hysterical and on the verge of tears because of my embarrassment. Trying to get a grip on my bearings I say, "Sasuke, I think it's best if you leave. I just can't deal with all of this right now."

He nods and puts his hands in his pockets. He opens my bedroom door, and before he walks out, he says, "I don't treat you the way I treat those women because you're different. You're good and I'm not. I want you, but I can't have you. To me, Sakura, you are the unattainable. The unattainable I want by my side always. No matter what."

With tears clouding my vision, I dare not turn. I shake my head and softly cry, "But that's not fair to me. It's all or nothing."

I hear the click of the door closing and feel warm arms encircle my waist from behind.