Brief Introduction:

I'd like to start by making one thing extremely clear.

This is the first book I've ever actually kept up with.

And I've spent a lot of time on it.

By a lot of time, I mean I've been writing it since I was 13. Needless to say I used to procrastinate.

There's currently 30 chapters, there's one more, and it's done. This chapter will be completed before September.

Now again, I started this at 13...

I was not as good at writing as I thought I was a thirteen.

But also, a good majority of the chapters are written from 14-15 because I got back into writing (this is a good thing). The story also started on Wattpad which if you know anything about that algorithm, you know that stories are very hard to get read there, and I was very unmotivated by the lack of interest in my book.

Chapters 1-5 are probably the toughest, because I was the youngest, and unsure of where my story was going, I finally figured it out though, and I'm very happy with how it's turned it.

Seriously, if you read chapter 1 and then read chapter 30, (don't spoil yourself please, do this only if you've read through all the chapters already) you'll notice a SIGNIFICANT change in my writing and improvement.

So basically, I'm asking you to fight through the first through chapters until I can edit the hell out of this story. I promise, it really does get better, I have definitely improved, and it pretty much shows.

Have faith In my story, please don't give up on me here, I really did want it to be original and good. Just haven't had time to post and edit, working on it though I promise!

Anyways, push on, and thank you for reading this book! Love ya.

Sasuke's POV

The ball slammed into the ground and cheering erupted, causing noise to blend. Konoha's Volleyball team had scored yet another point.

Naruto had dragged me to another one of her games.

I pretend to complain and ask not to go each time, knowing well enough that I always will.

We three have known each other since we were toddlers but Sakura had been closer friends with Naruto than with me. I didn't mind him inviting her whenever we hung out. She was annoying, but she could have been worse.

She had always been timid, at least to me, but Naruto always seemed to drag her out of her bubble. She's worse with everyone else, super quiet but smart and kind enough to make up for it so she attained plenty of chill friendships.

Still, she hangs out with Naruto and me more than anyone, and it's like our lives.

Naruto's had a giant crush on her since I could remember and she knows but has rejected him every time to date. That doesn't stop him from asking her out to every dance and asking her to be his valentine every year. Always the same response: 'Sorry Naruto. I don't feel that way. I love you as a friend and we can go together as just that if you'd like.' Sakura's a patient phenomenon.

I watched as she spiked a ball. Her face grew red and she revealed a shy smile as her teammates swarmed her with high-fives and hugs for the 12th time in this game. The score was 14-2.

Naruto jumped up and cheered her on, "Yes! That's my Sakura!" She looked up and smiled at him as he continued to ramble on about how she was his best friend and how incredible she was, pissing off the people behind us trying to watch the game.

I gave her a decent smile I doubted she could see and gratefully she returned the gesture. Naruto finally sat back down and sighed with a big smile spread across his face. "I'm gonna marry her. You hear that?"

"If you can get her to go on one date with you I guess it's possible." I retorted.

"Shut up Asshat. She's just not ready. She'll come if she's confident enough to confess her feelings."

"Yeah. Good luck. Also, you just missed her last play." My words were followed by a roar of cheers. As they chanted her name, Sakura bought them a win and was hoisted up on her team's shoulders.

Naruto quickly followed along with the students in the stands. "Har-un-o!"

We managed to retrieve Sakura from the crowd of students about 30 minutes after the game ended. Her hair was tangled from being ruffled by several people and her Volleyball jersey was ripped on the shoulder. She was still smiling, and she gratefully retreated to us limping on sore legs. "Hi, guys."

"Sakura, you were amazing!" Naruto said, whipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "You want a victory dinner?"

"If it's not any trouble," she continued looking at me, the only one with a car here, "I'm starving and I had to skip lunch to make it to my exams on time."

"Kay," I said following her and Naruto out of the school's gym doors. "It's cold out. Do you need to stop at the house?" I asked.

"Yes, please." She replied.

I nodded and unlocked the car. She hopped into the back as Naruto snatched the passenger seat.

Naruto had been born an orphan. His mom was pregnant with him when his family crashed into a tree the night of an insane storm. They were able to save him but his parents, unfortunately, didn't make it. He lived with a cousin and then alone till he turned 15 when he emancipated himself to live with Sakura and then me.

My parents died when I was seven. They were murdered in a robbery, my brother was walking home and found them in our living room. I was little, but the memory still lives unthreatened in my brain. Itachi now lives in a giant house, sharing rent with tons of college idiots. I lived with him till I turned 15 and emancipated myself around the same time as Naruto and Sakura.

Sakura's parents died almost 3 years ago. A year before she turned 14. We were in class when she got pulled into the councilor's office to be told that her parents had died while on a plane back to Konoha from a family visit. I remember she only talked to Naruto and me for a year, making Sakura and me incidentally much closer. She was in foster care with a decent family till she turned 15, got permission to emancipate herself, and moved in together with Naruto and me.

It's now winter. We're all 16 except Sakura. Naruto and I were born the year before her. She's still 15 but turns 16 in three months. It's currently December.

We made our way home and Sakura ran into the house and came back out just 15 minutes later in sweats. She tugged her hoodie around her more as she opened the back door. "Sorry I took a while! I couldn't find my shoes!" She said while lacing her sneakers.

"You're here now," I said and drove off.