"Why didn't you come to school?" his voice was low, curious almost.

I chewed on my bottom lip. "I had a c-cold."

Pushing himself from the door he'd been leaning against, Uchiha-san slowly moved forward, his annoyed expression from earlier replaced with a calm visage on his handsome face. Cool, dark eyes held my gaze as he approached me, brushing aside his long bangs with his pale and long fingers.

I instinctively took a step back and followed him with each step he took, mirroring his movements while trying to maintain the distance between us. It was my mistake, however, when my backside came into contact with the solid desk behind me, the edge digging into my waistline as I stood there, trapped.

Standing at his full six-foot height, he closed the distance between us by about an inch, hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks. I stared up at him, clutching my school bag close to my chest in case he tried to do anything. I wasn't going to get punished again just because Uchiha-san felt like doing something to me today.

"Don't you have something to say?" Confused, I stared at him again. Say what? As far as I was concerned, I had absolutely nothing to say to him. I was still mad, but worst of all, embarrassed by the ugly bruises he'd seen. He had no right to do that, and he knew it.

Removing hi s right hand from his pocket, he raised his hand to place it over both of my hands, slowly pushing them down, along with my school bag. He stepped closer too, pressing himself against me as the edge of the desk dug even further into my waistline. It hurt, but not as much as the intense beating of my heart. His face was so close that I found it difficult to keep from fainting. And his hair, it smelled nice, like fresh soap. Physically, I'd been close to him before.

I'd ridden on his back, slept beside him on his bed, but this…this transcended to a completely different level. I could see it in his eyes. I knew that look.

And I knew that this wasn't good.

His hand cupping the side of my face, Uchiha-san stared down at me, his eyes never straying, never wandering. I'd always thought of him as a detached person, a very detached person to be exact, but there were no signs of it at the moment because all he did was look at me. He was expressionless as he traced an elegant finger along my jaw and down to the arch of my neck, slowly, teasingly as he kept the tip just above my collarbone.

"Did it hurt that much for you to stay home?" I blinked at the question. What? He subtly gestured at his neck with a free hand. I instantly caught on and blushed.

Lowering my gaze, as I always did, I failed to keep my voice firm as I spoke. "L-Like I said, I-I was s-sick."

He scoffed, lifting my head up with his finger positioned underneath my chin. "It should be obvious that I don't believe you."

I jerked away from him, even more angry and embarrassed than before.

"It's none of your-"

I was startled when he suddenly slammed his hands on the desk behind me. I was afraid to look up at him, but did so anyway. His eyes were darker than ever, smoldering compared to the usual coolness they exuded. He looked really angry. I would've been lying if I'd said I wasn't scared.

"I don't want to hear it. You're my girlfriend," he said, his voice low. "What you do is my business."

Unexpectedly, Uchiha-san did something he'd never done before. He kissed me.

Crushing his lips against my own, I felt the anger and fury building up inside of me as I struggled to push him away, my eyes shut tight. The difference in our build gave him the advantage of course as he slipped his tongue inside my mouth, massaging my lips with his own. As much as I hated to admit it, it felt good. What surprised me though was this sudden side of him that I'd never seen before. Uchiha-san was undoubtedly popular among the girls, but he was known for his coldness. Girls talked about him all the time, debating on whether or not he was actually a homosexual since he never seemed interested in anyone. I knew he wasn't though since he'd made me his girlfriend.

But what confused me was-if he was so cold to girls, then why did he seem so experienced?

My thoughts were interrupted as I felt his hand slip underneath my uniform-shirt, cupping my right breast as he slowly massaged it, his fingers kneading me with expertise.

"Ah…" a moan escaped my lips, and that's when it happened. Realization hit me hard as my eyes shot open, wide. I froze, stiff as Uchiha-san continued to kiss me, his lips moving down the side of my neck as he sucked at my bare skin.

Tears began to cloud my vision as I blinked, trying to hold them back.

This was so wrong. Nothing had gone the way I'd planned it to.

Biting my lip, regret was all I could think about as I recalled past events. I suddenly felt stupid, stupid for believing that he would be able to do it. I should've known better, I really should've, but my stupidity was my downfall. Just because Uchiha-san had saved me once, no-twice, I had honestly thought he'd been the one. Jumping at the chance to be his girlfriend however, had been a mistake. It had been an impulsive and reckless decision.

Everything had been a big and stupid mistake.

Finally noticing that I'd gone stiff, Uchiha-san pulled away, his eyes taking on a look I'd never seen from him before. He was aroused, that much was obvious, along with the annoyance he clearly showed. He said nothing and waited for me to explain myself. I placed my hands on his chest, and as gently as I could, pushed him away. He stumbled back for a moment, surprise evident on his face before quickly returning to his usual self.

I opened my mouth, the tears falling as I spoke. "I…I can't do this anymore," I whispered. "It would've been fine if you just liked me, but…" I trailed off, suddenly sick with myself. I was wrong to have involved him. I'd been wrong about everything.

He waited for me to continue. "But what?" he sounded confused. I couldn't blame him for that though; he had every right to be. I'd used him without his knowing of it.

"…this relationship is pointless if you want to go any further."

Picking up my bag, I tried to run past him, but he easily caught hold of my arm, his eyes smoldering with that same intense anger from earlier as he spun me around to face him. "You…what the hell are you saying?"

The guilt ate at me as I looked at him. Just hearing the confusion in his voice was enough to hurt.

"I…used you for protection."

A/N: Hiiiiiiii guys! Been awhile, huh? But I always say that so let's get on with it!

If you remember from the first chapter where Sasuke helped her, you might've seen how it tied in with the second chapter, Hinata's sudden agreement to be Sasuke's girlfriend that is. Sasuke, however, mistook her following after him for a crush.

Basically, both used each other without knowing it.

Weird right? I bet no one expected that. Well uh, please tell me what you think…and REVIEW please! Sorry for the shortness of this chapter by the way. It'll be longer by the next one, I can promise that.