A/N: Hah, most of the time I was typing the last chapter I was laughing because of what I was typing, honestly! I got some reviews that said, "Sasuke's such a horny pervert!" or something like that. I found that hilarious.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Naruto characters.
The Dating Game
Summary: Meet Uchiha Sasuke, the hottest playboy in Konoha High. Meet new student Haruno Sakura, a former playgirl who quickly regains her title. But, after an "accidental" encounter, will things start to heat up?
Chapter 21 – The Date Part I
Sakura sighed, drumming her fingers lightly against her mahogany desk as she checked her email, her hand roaming against the mouse connected with her brand new laptop.
956 unread messages… the playgirl mused to herself, blinking uninterested emerald eyes upon scanning the names from the senders.
Of course, how typical. Just a bunch of fan boy mail, Sakura's inner self stated, rolling her eyes.
Clicking through all the messages in a bored-like manner, the blossom-haired girl simply sent them all to the junk email folder, figuring they all said the same thing as she didn't want to waste her time reading them.
She was pulled out of her dazed state when the ringing from her phone entered her ears, reaching over languidly as she flipped open the cellular device, not bothering to check the caller ID of who was calling her.
"Hello?"
"Hey, honey," Sasuke's smooth, husky voice greeted.
Sakura rolled her large sea green eyes, practically picturing the grin on the handsome boy's face to match along with his tone. "Uchiha, what do you want?"
The stated playboy let out a low chuckle. "I'm 'Uchiha' now? Don't tell me you're mad about what happened last night. I just did what any guy would've done in my position, of course with the possibility of doing something worse."
Sakura sneered despite knowing that Sasuke couldn't see it anyway. "Worse? You made me clean your whole fucking house wearing practically nothing!"
Mockingly, Sasuke shook his head on the other line. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such language for an innocent virgin."
Sakura narrowed her eyes in suspicion even though she knew Sasuke couldn't see it. He better not even think of using that against me—
I don't see why you told him that in the first place! her alter ego argued back instantaneously.
It just blurted out! she mentally replied to her inner self. Then Sakura scoffed into the phone.
"Whatever. What do you want, anyway?"
Sasuke feigned his hurt intonation. "Don't tell me you forgot the second part of my winning our bet?"
Sakura bit her tongue to restrain herself from cursing him till there was no tomorrow, or cursing herself from ever betting in the first place.
"Of course not," she spoke with fake sweetness through gritted teeth. "How could I?"
The young Uchiha chuckled once more. "You're really angry at me, aren't you?"
"Oh no, you think?" she retorted back, heavy with sarcasm.
"So I hurt little Sakura-chan…" replied Sasuke mockingly. "Maybe this date will make up for it."
Even though Sakura couldn't see the raven-haired male, she just knew he was smirking. Boy, if I could see him now, I'd wipe that smirk off his face.
Even though, you have to admit, he does look really hot with it.
Mentally, the playgirl sighed. You really suck at taking sides.
"How about tonight, eight o' clock, at Catanzaro Gardens?" Sasuke proposed, using an accent when he said the name of the restaurant.
Sakura's inner self whistled admiringly. Ooh, a fancy place.
Eh, nothing special about that, she replied to her alter ego with a shrug.
Hah, yeah right!
"It's not like I have a choice whether or not to go out with you…" she mumbled under her breath to herself before clearing her voice, saying, "Fine. Sounds good."
The raven-haired male snickered slightly. "You can at least try to sound enthusiastic about it."
Well, you heard the man! Inner Sakura exclaimed as Sakura sighed.
"Can't wait, Sasuke-kun!" she squeaked in a feign cheery tone before rolling her eyes, shaking her head.
"That's what I like to hear," he replied in a velvety smooth voice.
Sakura pulled a loose strand of her pink hair, leaning into the phone idly. "Yeah, is that all you wanted to tell me?"
On the other line, Sasuke shrugged. "Maybe. Or I could be waiting for you to admit your undying love for me and the fact that you're playing 'hard to get.'"
Sakura rolled her large, leaf green eyes. "You know, you are the most arrogant, cocky—!"
"—Oh, well, look at the time. Sorry, Sakura-chan, as much as I'd love to listen to your bashing me, I have to go."
Before letting the blossom-haired girl reply, Sasuke hung up his phone, chuckling to himself as he imagined Sakura's reaction on how he ended their little "conversation." He lazily stretched out his arms before lying down on his bed and folding them behind his head.
Meanwhile, Sakura glanced at her phone with a small gawk, closing it when she saw the call had ended.
The nerve of him! Hanging up on me like that!
Got to hand it to him, though—
Really, whose side are you even on?
Sakura groaned faintly in frustration, absent-mindedly walking towards her mirror as she picked up her brush, running the object through her silky pastel pink hair as emerald eyes blinked at her reflection casually.
How do you think the date's going to go? asked Inner Sakura spontaneously.
We'll see.
That's not a real answer, you're just taking the easy way out.
Time flew, much to Sakura's disapproval, as the clock's hand struck eight o' clock, the bell of the timepiece ringing loudly throughout the Haruno home.
Sitting in her living room, the blossom-haired girl began idly straightening out the thinly strapped black mini dress she decided to wear that stopped a few inches above her knees. She matched her outfit with a pair of wedge sandals, making sure that she didn't look to fancy for just a simple date. Her silky pink hair was styled in appealing waves that reached down to her shoulder blades.
A few knocks were heard on Sakura's door a few seconds later. Getting up, she walked over and grasped the doorknob, twisting it as she opened the door as emerald eyes peered outside.
There standing, as expected, was Sasuke.
The Uchiha was wearing a jet black jacket that went over a fancy dress shirt with a few buttons on the top undone, revealing hints of a toned chest as the shirt hung loosely over a pair of black pants. His hair was spiked up as usual but slightly messy as some of the raven strands of hair fell in front of his face, a few in front of his onyx orbs.
Whoa, he looks hot!
No, he doesn't—!
Have you considered therapy? You've been in denial a whole lot lately, her alter ego retorted with a snort, making Sakura fume on the inside.
"Hey," she greeted the playboy, giving him a small smile.
Sasuke blinked his onyx orbs, his gaze glimpsing up and down the blossom-haired girl.
"Wow, Sakura, you look so sexy right now," he growled out, licking his mouth teasingly, smirking to add an effect towards the playgirl.
Sakura rolled her emerald eyes, a faint natural blush forming on her cheeks from his enticing act. "Let's just get this over with."
Sasuke chuckled, handing her a helmet. Sakura gave him a questioning look upon taking the item. "What's this?"
"A helmet," he replied bluntly, index finger pointing at the object as he rose an elegant eyebrow at her inquiry.
Sakura lightly scowled at him for misreading her question. "No, I mean what's this for."
Sasuke stepped aside, moving his hand over his shoulder as his pointer finger directed towards his F4i Motorcycle. Sakura blinked her large sea green eyes a couple times, eying the machine gracefully.
"When'd you get that?" the playgirl asked him with a lifted eyebrow. "When I was at your house yesterday, I never saw that around."
"I stole it from Itachi," he shrugged nonchalantly before pausing, grinning at Sakura who merely glanced back at him. "He likes to hide his belongings."
The blossom-haired girl looked at him for a few seconds before nodding her head slowly, her head bobbing as she comprehended what he had told her.
"Come on, let's go."
Sasuke motioned Sakura to follow him with his hands. Walking next to the motorcycle, he swung his leg over the vehicle before placing his hands on the handlebars, revving the engine a few times.
He looked questioningly at Sakura, waiting for her to get on. The said girl looked at the motorcycle then the Uchiha back and forth with distrust, her leaf green eyes somewhat narrowed.
Sasuke chuckled at her antics. "Come on, what're you waiting for? Don't tell me you're afraid of motorcycles. Haven't you ever been on one?"
Sakura frivolously scowled at him. "Of course I have! I just don't know to trust getting on one with you."
Sasuke sighed, raking a hand through his spiky raven hair. "Let's go or we're going to be late."
Almost hesitantly, the blossom-haired girl walked and swung her leg over the seat behind Sasuke, knowing that she didn't really have a choice in the matter. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his back, grasping him tightly as she braced herself for the ride. Pointing his dark onyx gaze to the back of his head, he smirked at the playgirl before tossing aside the helmets.
"Wait, don't we need—?"
"Don't you ever want to live life dangerously?"
Sasuke added to his taunt by revving the engine before lifting the front wheel up, riding down the streets towards Catanzaro Gardens.
Sakura genuinely smiled when she felt the breeze fan her face and flow through her glossy pink hair from the speed, loosening her grip slightly on Sasuke's waist. She tensed at first when she felt Sasuke move her hands around his waist again, his other hand still on the motorbike as he drove. She then relaxed, realizing he had done so to keep her secure as he sped up, easily gliding through the cars that honked at times when he cut the larger vehicles off.
About ten minutes later, they arrived at the fancy, expensive looking restaurant.
Absent-mindedly grasping her hand, Sasuke lead Sakura inside the restaurant as the carnation-haired girl glanced around her surroundings, admiring the elegance of the atmosphere.
"Reservations for two under 'Uchiha.'"
A man dressed in a classy tuxedo peered down his list placed upon a tall, light brown podium. Upon seeing the name, the classy gentleman nodded before whipping around with his nose high in the air, turning around as he lead the two teenagers to their table.
"Sakura, come on," Sasuke spoke to the pink-haired girl, clasping her wrist as he pulled her along as the girl continued to admire her surroundings.
The raven-haired teen rose an eyebrow at her fascinated expression before he shook his head. Tch, women…
They walked to a table with fancy tablecloth over the shiny tan wood with the shimmering silverware placed neatly inside a napkin.
"Your waitress will be here in a moment," the unnamed man with a mustache said, walking back to where he originally was.
Sakura sat across from Sasuke, favorable of the fancy restaurant but frowning when she realized whom she was with.
"I can't believe I had to do this," she muttered under her breath.
"So, how do you feel going out with an Uchiha?" started Sasuke in a teasing tone, having not heard what she had just said.
The playgirl scoffed, hissing, "I'd rather be with Itachi."
Sasuke feigned a look of hurt, mocking her by using a hurt tone, "Ouch, that hurts, Sakura-chan." He put a hand over his heart to add emphasis, grinning when he saw her annoyance.
Sakura rolled her emerald green eyes in response to Sasuke's comment.
You know, he was trying to charm you there, stated Inner Sakura knowingly.
"Couldn't you can at least try to have a good time?" asked the Uchiha, widening his onyx eyes and frowning, letting a few raven strands fall in front of his face as he gave his "puppy dog" face that always worked on every single one of his dates if he wanted to get a certain something.
Sakura tried to scowl back at him but her scowl turned into a small giggle.
He looks so cute, like a boy who had been denied candy, she couldn't help admitting the fact, as it was to herself.
Finally, we agree on something! her alter ego said.
"Always works," commented Uchiha slyly, changing his expression almost instantly as he grinned arrogantly at her. Sakura smiled back at his cockiness, letting it not bother her as she flipped her pastel pink hair over her shoulder.
Just then, a middle-aged looking waitress with a big bust walked over to Sasuke and Sakura's table.
"Hello," she greeted the two with a forced, yet somewhat genuine, smile. "May I take your order?"
Sasuke absent-mindedly held his hand over the table as he opened his mouth to order. It wasn't until he moved his onyx gaze to look at the waitress that a smirk crossed his face. He repeatedly glanced from the waitress's face down to her strangely large bust.
The woman noticed his gaze and frowned at him, huffing as she buttoned up her shirt. "I'll be right back," she stated before walking away, muttering under her breath something about "teenage boys."
When the waitress was a good distance away, Sakura scowled at Sasuke and slapped his hand that lied limply across the table. The raven-haired male retracted his hand from the smack, looking at Sakura with an incredulously look.
"What?"
"Don't do that!" she scolded him, her grimace deepening.
"What?" he questioned innocently, a playful glint in his onyx orbs.
Sakura sighed, This is going to be a long date.