A/N: Wow, I got so many hits/alerts/favourites/reviews after that last post! Thank you all so much! Here comes chapter three! Remember, this story will be jumping from current actions to concurrent narrating. So enjoy and review!

EDIT: This chapter was edited. More has been added to the end, hence why I took the chapter itself down and reuploaded it, which means that the chapter is longer! Yay!

Also, keep in mind that in this story, Sasuke is a maaaajor player, so he doesn't really have any dark emo-ness, like glaring at people for no reason, or being alone all the time. He is popular, a dirty player, is loved by everyone (for good and bad reasons), has friends, and he is a sickening flirt.

Again, thanks to Skylineee for beta-ing :)


Chapter Two – Naivety


About two weeks had passed since I had first encountered the Uchiha in the corridor, and I couldn't get it out of my mind no matter how hard I tried. I know that I probably just sound like your typical obsessive fangirl or whatever, but when I'm in the same presence as him, I feel warm inside. And when he's not around, I find myself desperately looking around to see if I can spot him in the crowd. Needless to say, I was crushing on the Uchiha.

Hard.

But the fact still remained that I knew a guy like Sasuke was never going to notice someone like me. I mean, he did at first, but my Inner simply believed it was because of my shocking pink hair. Other than that, there was nothing special about me. I didn't have an utterly flawless complexion—everyone gets the odd pimple or freckle here and there. I was at the short end of average height—measuring up to a short 162 cm at my ripe old age of seventeen. My cup size—a 12B—was certainly nothing to brag about. And I mainly dressed for comfort, and not necessarily style, though I wasn't completely fashion retarded—I had Ino to help with that.

So after my encounter with the Uchiha in the corridor two weeks ago, I had decided to get him to notice me. I mean, isn't that what every girl does when she crushes on a guy? But deep down I knew Sasuke was going to be a very difficult challenge. However, I was definitely going to try the 'proper approach' to getting Sasuke to notice me, which would not—and I repeat, would not—involve me exposing ridiculous amounts of skin, or stuffing my bra, or slathering my face in make-up, or opening up my legs. Oh, no, no, no. I thought long and hard about it, and decided to try a more subtle, but effective approach. My first theory to test was trying to sit next to him in the two classes we shared together.

After working up the courage in front of my mirror that Monday morning, I rummaged through my cupboard to find the cutest top and bottom combo I could find, which turned out to me a navy blue and white horizontally striped elbow-sleeved top and a pair of denim shorts, topped off with white converse shoes. The top was a little well-worn with the blue stripes beginning to fade and the sleeves tattered slightly, and the shorts had a few rips here and there, but overall, it looked pretty okay. The tattered state of my ensemble gave a girly kind of punk/skater look to it—with my petal pink hair and all—and I liked it.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

That day, I scored a lucky break. Sasuke was late to Math class that day, and it just so happened that the only spare seat left in the class was next to me.

…Okay, it probably didn't just-so-happen to end up like that; I had personally made sure that the only seat left available was right next to me. It was up the front. When Ino had protested about me sitting up the front—because apparently nobody ever sat there—I had simply lied and said I had a headache that day and was having trouble focusing from far away. Buying my excuse—simply because she could not be bothered to argue—Ino took her usual seat next to Hinata and Tenten while I was up the front, alone.

And just like clockwork, Sasuke strutted through the door, and the chorus of hushed squeals and whispers erupted from ninety-nine percent of the class. Girls called out to Sasuke and offered him a spot at their already full tables, squishing themselves together to try and make the smallest amount of room for him. My heart began to beat faster when he completely ignored the pathetic fawning lot of girls, stalked right past them, and dumped his books right down next to me.

Inner fainted.

Taking the seat almost soundlessly, Sasuke adjusted himself, laced his fingers together and rested his chin on the edge as he propped his elbows up on the desk, staring at the board as if he had not been late at all. Angry hushed whispers suddenly rose from behind me, but I tuned them out, because who cares about skanky fake-ass bitches when you have the hottest guy in school sitting next to you?

Nobody, that's who.

After a while, the Math teacher, Kurenai—we get to call our teachers by first name at Konoha High—had finished explaining what she had scrawled on the board, everyone prepared to take out their books and begin to work on the assigned problems. Sasuke had gotten straight to work, opening his well organised folder, taking out his book, a pen and a calculator. He then slipped his iPod headphones into both ears and tuned out the world. I knew he was smart, so I didn't see why he had to try so hard. Sasuke could practically ace this class without even trying.

A whole period had passed and I still hadn't said a word to Sasuke. The whispers of death had died down, but I only had one period left before the bell would ring, which meant that if I didn't speak to him soon, I wouldn't be in the same class with him until late Wednesday afternoon, so I had to put my plan of action into action pretty soon.

And I knew exactly how.

It took a shit load of courage and (metaphorical) balls, but slowly, I raised my hand up, plucked the Uchiha's headphone out of his ear and placed it into mine.

Immediately, Sasuke put his pen down and turned to face me. Our eyes met, and I looked away from the obsidian depths, all around the room, listening to what was playing. It was a song by Linkin Park that was finishing, and then it flicked over to a song by Rise Against. I smiled, and returned to my work, mouthing along with the words to the song and bobbing my leg slightly to the fast beat.

Although I didn't show it, my heart was pounding incredibly hard against my chest and I felt as if I was going to pass out from giddiness. I could feel the heat rushing up to my cheeks and it took every ounce of my being to not smile goofily like someone who had just received a cheesy text message. I could feel Sasuke watching me and boring holes into the side of my head, but to my amazement, he didn't take his headphone back. He merely returned to his work, as if nothing had happened.

Score one for Team Haruno! Cha! Inner cheered, giving a fist pump.


A week later, things started to get a little better.

Music played softly through the speakers on my computer. The yellowed light above spilled over every surface in my bedroom, casting shadows over every corner and surface, and over the rumples on my unmade bedspread. A breeze blew in from the window behind me, fluttering my papers on my desk, keeping the room cool in the hot summer night.

I sat at my desk, trying to keep my brain from short circuiting while trying to type a close analysis for Literature class. The computer screen glared at me, while the utterly blank document in Microsoft Word taunted me with its utter blankness. Stacks of papers and folders surrounded me like my own personal giant Great Wall, while my school bag was stuffed to the brim, overflowing with papers from assignments that were to be due very, very soon. I'll be honest with you when I say that I really was trying to focus on my schoolwork, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't distracted.

I was as distracted as a four year old with tin foil.

And Sasuke was my tin foil.

I sighed heavily, my gaze leaving the glaring screen, mountains of homework and overflowing school bag. Swirling around on my desk chair lazily, my gaze flitted over every corner of my room; past my window, over my rumpled bed, across my chest of drawers and then finally back to my cluttered desk. And then, landing on my phone.

A few days ago, I had obtained Sasuke's number from Ino, but was still in Struggletown when it came to finding the courage to text message him. It wasn't that I was afraid, it was just that I had no idea what to text him.

I mean, what does one text to the Uchiha anyways?

"Hey! What's up?"

Neh, too overdone…

"Hey, baby!"

…Ick, do you really wanna sound desperate, Sakura?

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

What are you, a dumbass?

"Hello handsome! Care for a chat? ;)"

No seriously, are you?

"I'm bored, entertain me? :("

Ew…

Grumbling at myself and at my Inner, I slouched back into the desk chair and huffed out a sigh. My options seemed to get more ridiculous by the second. My Inner was insulting me on my poor choice of communication, and although the last one seemed ridiculously and oddly tempting, I decided to opt for something a little simpler, and more… 'me'. I suddenly realized that if Sasuke was ever going to reply to my message, it'd have to be of some relevance—preferably a question regarding class or something. Unlocking my iPhone, I opened a new message, added in Sasuke's number, typed my simple message, took a deep breath, and tapped SEND.

+ Hey, how's your Literature analysis coming?

I watched as the message lifted up into the green speech bubble, and the 'sending' bar up top fill and vanish, replacing itself with 'Sasuke'. I stared at the message screen for a few more minutes before deciding to log onto Facebook and procrastinate on there for a while, just until Sasuke replied.

After flickering my gaze between my phone and computer screen for twenty minutes, my phone screen was still black. I had the sudden urge to type another text claiming it to me me, Sakura Haruno, but decided against it on account of that I may come off desperate. And I did not want to come off desperate. If my plan was going to work, I had to quickly develop major patience and be able to resist sending numerous, irrelevant messages that would inevitably give Sasuke the wrong impression of me. I really knew that I was different from the other girls that pursued Sasuke. I wasn't slutty, or stereotypical, for that matter. I was simply me, and me alone. And that maybe once he would see that I'm different, then maybe he would give me a chance. It was extremely foolish to have such a high hope, but hey, you never know, right?

My eyes were firmly glued to my iPhone screen when Kakashi's knocking jolted me out of my—now seemingly frequent—daydreaming.

"Sakura?" he called.

"Yeah?"

"Dinner is ready, come down and help yourself when you feel like it, alright?"

"Yeah, okay, thanks Dad!" I called, and with that, I heard his footsteps trail down the stairs and fade away—much like my hopes of Sasuke replying to my text message.


And that, my friends, is how I became infatuated with the dastardly Uchiha.

Little to my knowledge, the crush that I had formed on the devil himself had already begun to manifest itself deep within me; a festering growth that would spread to every inch of my body, seeping into my subconscious, making me do things I wish I hadn't, and affecting every decision that would come to pass. It was like a disease, really. It was something that I would have no control of, and would not be able to stop until the bastard himself would shatter it beyond belief.

Now friends, this is the beginning; the initial trigger that unfolds a series of cataclysmic events that would eventually lead to not only the Uchiha's demise, but ultimately, my own as well. Nothing would have prepared me for what I was going to do, or what was going to happen in the coming weeks. The little things would slowly escalate into bigger and deeper things that would impact me in ways that I could never imagine.

The first incident that stood out in my mind was the time the Uchiha and I were attending the same party. An invite to an ice-skate party, to be exact. Now, don't get me wrong, it may sound unbelievably corny, but the only thought that flitted across every girl's mind (the ones that happened to be invited) was that this was going to be an opportunity to not only be in the same room as Sasuke outside of school, but also a chance to skate with the bad boy himself. It was a chance to pull out all of our secret moves that would hopefully get the Uchiha's attention, like, for example, bad-ass skating skills; challenging the Uchiha to a race around the rink; pretending not to know how to skate so that the Uchiha would teach them and, dare I say it, get to hold his hand; and the cream of the crop: falling over, flat on our ass, right next the Uchiha. All in order to catch the main man's attention.

Naturally, every female was one hundred percent aware of this opportunity, but, being females, we are a conniving and clever bunch. Nobody dared to mention said opportunity; we all just hoped and prayed that nobody else was thinking the same thing. Which was stupid, really, because it had to be the most obvious observation in the whole world. The only people who would not have noticed would have been the male population that attended, excluding the devil himself.

Now, during the party, which was a booked out ice-rink, I knew exactly what I was up against: a massive hoard of females, possibly in heat, that would be competing with the glorious honor or skating with Mister High-and-Mighty. It was good knowing the rink was booked out; that way, no outsiders would jeopardize our chances of flirting with Sasuke. So knowing this, I had to approach this as carefully as I could. I had to asses the competition, and more importantly, I had to form a unique strategy that would blow all of the competition out of the water. But as I was assessing my competition, something threw me off guard.

A girl.

A girl I had never seen before.


A/N: There's another chapter! I added this last part at the end to move on ahead with what makes Sakura turn into the bloodthirsty monster that she will become. I hoped you all enjoyed it! Please review and let me know! The next chapter is on it's way!