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Like Liquid Rouge

Two.

Don't play the game

If you don't know the rules

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It was a perfect Monday afternoon. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the sky was blue, they had just finished school, and yet there they were, two beyond gorgeous females, wasting said afternoon in a bookstore. That was just plain sad.

Since when were their lives so blah?

"Be careful what you wish for," Sakura read off the cover of a random book, bored off her ass. She and Ino had decided to sacrifice an afternoon to pick a book from the bookstore for their due-next-Monday book report, since they had both conveniently lost their school library cards. And who could blame them? Nobody actually keeps library cards anyway. "What a corny title."

The bookshop they were in--- Barnes and Nobles? Barnes and Nodess? Whatever. -- was surprisingly crammed full of people. Grown-ups swarmed the place, some in cool office attires, some in casual 5-bucks-apiece tees. It was weird. Didn't they have work to do or something?

Hey. Sakura narrowed her eyes, catching sight of a familiar figure. Wasn't that my driver?

Her driver had taken leave off from work today, his excuse being that somebody in his family had just passed away and he needed a day to mourn.

Well, he didn't really look like he was mourning at the moment.

Sakura sneered. She hated being lied to.

Ino, who had been on the other side of the bookstore, made her way towards Sakura, pushed against the crowd of people. "Oops," she grinned, accidentally brushing the back of her hand against the hipbone of a particularly cute-looking boy, "My bad."

The boy blushed. "It's okay," he muttered shyly, not used to a girl as flirty as Ino.

Ino's smile faded away. She wasn't into shy boys. Not since her first ex back in 10th grade. Honestly, she didn't know what she saw in that loser sap—he got all teary every time somebody mentioned funerals or something morbid along the lines of that.

At first she thought it was cute and kind of sentimental, but that wore off when he started getting all emotional over random deaths you read on the newspaper.

Being shy was cute. Being emotional over the news for a nobody who had just died was just plain weird.

She gave the boy a cool, half-hearted smile before turning away.

"Hey," Ino greeted her, smiling cautiously. Sakura looked pissed. Sakura was scary when she was pissed. Discreetly she moved three steps back, just in case her best friend started breathing fire. "Found anything yet?"

"No," Sakura scowled, gesturing at the 'Be careful what you wish for' book. "They all suck."

Ino wrinkled her tiny nose at the book. "Then why did you pick it up in the first place?"

Sakura shrugged and pointed at the cover, using one of her freshly-manicured nails to tap the glossy picture. There was a girl wearing a shit-eating grin there, gesturing at them and holding a glass of yellow beer. "I have that exact same sweater," she said, adjusting the scarf around her neck. "Remind me to throw it out."

Ino grinned. "Either way, it's just for our book report, Sakura. Just pick whatever," she held up her copy of Girl, Sixteen, model, some unknown book by some unknown author. "I've already picked mine."

Sakura frowned. "I can't just pick whatever, Ino," she pulled another book from the shelf. Its cover was in black and white, and there was a grunge-looking pair of intense eyes staring up at her. You could see a scene of a man holding a gun in army's clothing reflected through his pupils. The word 'Life' was stamped across the picture in bold, white letters. Maybe it was about some tragic soldier who died some tragic death on the battlefield for his country or something.

"It has to be perfect."

Perfect enough to write a book report about. Perfect enough to get an A. Perfect enough for the A to be added to her growing list of perfect grades. Perfect enough for the university admission officers to be perfectly impressed. Perfect enough for her to be instantly accepted into a perfect university.

Because university was important. Family honor and pride was important. She had to give something to her father to brag about, so one day her dad could point at her and go, "Hey. That's my daughter," just like in those fuzzy, cheesy overused family scenes in the movies.

Besides. Nobody in their circle had ever not been accepted into a prestigious school. Most of them were legacies—the schools were usually more than eager to accept them.

How embarrassing would it be if Sakura wasn't accepted? She would be putting her father's name in shame. And her father's father. Her grandfather. She would be putting everybody to shame.

"Yeah, yeah," Ino muttered distractedly, flicking a smudge of dirt that had somehow gotten into her perfectly clean nails away. "All for uni, right? That's what you've always been so obsessed about. University."

"Yeah, well, obviously," Sakura turned the book around to read it's summary. "I mean, universities can decide our future, you know? I don't want my parents looking at me all sad and shit because I don't have what it takes to get into the best university around."

"Besides," she continued. "I think I deserve that much, you know? After all that shitty tuition sessions I've attended. If I don't get into a good one," her eyes glinted dangerously, killer intent ablaze. "God is going to fucking pay."

Woah. Somebody call a psychiatrist—we need Prozac here, stat!

Ino turned to look at her homicidal friend, discreetly taking yet another small step back. "Life... isn't all about education and getting the best of the best, Sakura," Ino muttered lamely, a half-assed attempt to lift the unsettling mood.

"How would you know?" Sakura accused, narrowing her eyes. "We're just teenagers. We're supposed to be dumb and stupid and oblivious to the—and I quote every adult for this—pain of life."

"Jesus, Sakura. You don't have to be so melodramatic," Ino defended hotly. "I was just trying to lift the mood and like, not be a total asshole by not replying."

Sakura pursed her lips, sucking her cheek in so she could stop herself from making another biting comment. "You're right. I'm sorry. My temper's just so crazy high these days."

Ino frowned at her. "Something up?"

Sakura paused. She could tell Ino about how upset she was about Naruto, Sasuke and Sai. She could rant to her and get all emotional and start crying in the middle of the bookshop so people could think she had no life. She could, she could. Once the first few words started spilling from her mouth, there would be no going back.

The words were just on the tip of her tongue, just waiting. Waiting.

But it wasn't like ranting to Ino would help the matter at hand. Complaining would get nothing done.

And besides. "Never let other people see you sweat," her father had told her once.

Yeah. Things were easier this way.

She swallowed hard, her saliva trailing down her throat roughly, like she had just swallowed a pebble.

"Everything's peachy, Ino. Just peachy," she held the copy of the black-and-white book up. "I'm getting this," Sakura announced, even though she hadn't even read the summary yet. All she wanted right now was to leave the bookstore, to leave Ino, and just curl up in her room with a hot cup of Starbucks.

She strutted to the counter to pay, her silver stilettos making deliciously professional slaps against the floor at her every step. She liked the sound. It was crisp, curt. Straight to the point. No shit taken.

Ino watched her back soulfully.

"Hey," Ino ventured, approaching the counter to pay for her own book as well. "How was the whole reunion thing with Sai and the other two that day, anyway? You guys never did return to the party."

Sakura stiffened at the memory. Shit. Of all subjects, she just had to bring that one up, didn't she? "It was good," she managed, jaws tense.

Ino blinked. "It sucked, huh?"

Sakura slumped. Her best friend could see right through her. "Yeah," she began slowly, still cautious. Her lower lip quivered at the memory. "I was acting like a total bitch the other day. I was just too pissed at what's-her-face who was all over Sasuke."

But that wasn't the whole reason. Sakura wasn't going to tell her they didn't feel like friends anymore. She couldn't. If she did, she would cry. She knew it from the way her eyes watered at the memory.

"We can go scratch her car up if you want," Ino offered generously. "Or get her phone number and post it on the internet for perverts to find."

Sakura smiled. It was Ino's way of comforting her. And she appreciated it.

"Thanks," she muttered coolly, running her hand through her beautiful pink hair, feigning Sasuke's look when he was usually so cool and calm and collected. "But no thanks. Been there. Done that. You should've seen her car this morning."

The two girls locked gazes. Ino's eyes sparkled mischievously while Sakura's glowed with untold secrets.

Smile. Smirk.

"Can't fuck with us," Ino grinned.

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the group of boys on the rooftop of the apartment. They had discovered this place back in 9th grade, and had hung out here ever since. At first it was just them, Sasuke, Sai and Naruto, but then boys from other schools and God-knows-where started joining them, and none of them had ever objected, so the place became something like a HQ for all the Upper East boys to smoke at.

It was a good place to do it, what with the open air and all. It definitely beat smoking in the alleys. Things got stuffy real fast there.

"Where's Sakura?"

Sai shrugged and took another hit from the cigarette in between his fingers. "Hanging out with the banshee, doing something girly. Like brushing each other's hair or something."

Like Sakura and Ino would ever do something as boring as brushing each other's hair on a free afternoon. Get your facts straight, Sai!

He sounded baked. Naruto squinted. Was that pot?

Sasuke was sitting on the floor a bit away from them, smoking like it was nobody's business. A can of beer and a single glass was an arm's reach away from him. He picked the can up and took a swig, ignoring the glass. Sasuke always drank alcohol on the rooftops, which was weird, because nobody ever saw Sasuke going to the rooftops with any form of alcohol in the first place. The can was always there before anybody arrived, and it was like an unwritten rule for anybody besides Sasuke to go touch it.

So far, nobody had the balls to bend the unwritten rule yet.

Naruto leered. "Spare me a sip, oh lovable great Sasuke?"

"Fuck off and die," Sasuke grunted, gripping the can almost protectively. "It's mine."

Naruto pouted. "Selfish jackass."

Sasuke glared.

Sai sighed, bored at the two. Things tended to be dull and boring without Sakura around. For the first time in his life, Sai wished she was here.

Wow. Miracles do happen.

"Hey," some random boy with an ugly haircut exclaimed, nudging the boy next to him while he pointed at something on the streets. "That girl is hot."

The rooftops they were on had a great view, since it wasn't built tall and broad like the other buildings on the street. The height was just right—you could actually see inside the stores on the street from their spot up there.

That was pretty cool, since you could leer at girls without them worrying that you were a total rapist or something.

The three of them, along with the rest of the guys on the roof, whipped their heads over to eyeball whichever hot chick he was pointing at. It was like a male's natural instinct to leer at a girl, so don't blame them. Boys just can't help it—hormones simply overrode brains.

No offence, but it's kind of the truth.

Sai blinked. It was Sakura, with a printed B&N bag in one hand and her handbag swinging around the other. She looked very chic, like one of those French girls who spent their days away being gorgeous and beautiful and thin, laughing as she enjoyed a cup of coffee in a café down the streets. What was she doing walking down the streets alone? Didn't she have a driver to bow down at her every whim?

"I think you need glasses," Sai remarked dryly at the boy with the ugly haircut.

Sasuke stared at her, eyes focused on how pointy her heels were and how the handbag swung from her other arm. It was like he was looking at her for the first time. Her hair was always so bouncy and long, just the way he liked it. Her smile was always all glossy because she had a layer of lip gloss on no matter where and when. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he wondered how her lip gloss would taste like.

"Yeah," he grunted, gaze intense as he took another swig, eyes never leaving her. "She's hot, alright."

The boy who had pointed her out turned around to blink at him in surprise. Boys there pointed girls out in the streets all the time and nobody had ever heard Sasuke agree to any one of them.

The boy with the ugly-ass haircut slumped noticeably. Before that he had thought he might have a chance with the pink-haired girl, but now that the Uchiha Sasuke was staring at her like that, well, let's just say it seemed beyond impossible.

Shit. All the good ones were always taken.

Naruto cocked an eyebrow. It was the first time Sasuke had ever willingly complimented anybody.

Sakura hummed, making her way down the street back to her flat. She had already walked Ino back to her house to drop her off, and shrugged off Ino's continuous offer to make her dad drive her home. It was okay. Sakura's flat wasn't far. Just a ten minutes walk, actually.

Sakura smiled. She was going to go home, make her house-keeper get her a cup of Starbucks, talk to her dad on the phone and discuss the three-hundred-and-sixty reasons why she wanted to fire her driver, the first being that he was a lying son of a bitch, and then maybe get the book report ready.

The streets of Upper East glowed a warm orange-yellow, courtesy of the light from the stores. Occasionally people would walk into the stores, and a gust of air-conditioned wind would hit her in the face. It was windy, too—her scarf whipped around wildly behind her.

It was kind of nice, walking on the streets like this. She made a mental note to do it more often.

Naruto stuffed his hands into his jacket and stood to get up.

"Where's dickless going?" Sai tilted his head to one side. Truthfully, he didn't care where Naruto was going. He just felt like asking.

"To walk Sakura home. Duh," Naruto snorted. "What are you, stupid? She's just a girl. Stuff happens to girls when they're alone and on the streets."

Wow. Naruto had more chivalry than Sasuke had balls. And that's saying a lot.

Sasuke rose to stand, stretching his arms out. His body felt stiff from sitting so long on the ground. "I'll go."

Sai got up from his spot on the ground.

"You're going, too?" Naruto stared at him incredulously.

Sai shrugged.

The boy with the ugly-ass haircut blinked. Wow, the pink-haired girl was like a distant dream right now.

Naruto stared at them. What was with the sudden interest in Sakura? "Fine. Let's all go."

"Hello," a guy she didn't know smiled at her. His hair was all messy from the wind. He looked like a normal guy.

Sakura blinked at him, shifting the weight in her legs. She was fine with talking to strangers when her boys were there and they were in a high-class ballroom party, but definitely not when she was in the streets and alone.

She didn't have to talk to him. He was wearing faded jeans and a plain tee, signs that he wasn't some millionaire's son. She didn't need to make ties with him.

She walked on, ignoring him.

"Hey," the boy called, speeding up to fall into step next to her. Sakura frowned, her palms starting to sweat. She had been courted on the streets before, but none of the boys had ever been as persistent as this one. You'd think this guy would get a clue and fuck off.

His innocence made her suspicious. Normal boys didn't have the balls to court a girl like this. She clenched her fist in her True Religions, wrapping her fingers around her cell. Her finger rested on where the "1" button was. She had set up speed dial for each of her boys before.

1 was Sasuke, because he was cool-headed and if she ever needed help, he was probably the one with the most logic and sense out of the three to make a good decision.

2 was for Naruto, because her mom and dad was always away and it would be senseless and stupid to put them on speed dial.

3 was for Sai. Because she felt like it.

4 was for her driver. But that was changing soon.

If things went her way, their driver would have to start searching for jobs in the newspapers like every other jobless loser on the streets faster than you can say "Bitch, please!"

Next to her, the boy trudged on. What did he want from her? She had never walked alone with a totally random nobody before. And what could she say?

"Hey, I know you're all normal-looking and stuff, but are you going to pull me into an alley and rape me? Just curious."

Haha, yeah, right. Like she could ever say that.

Shit. Why hadn't she just accepted Ino's offer and made Ino's dad drive her back? Why, oh why, oh why?

She turned into one of the stores. Stores had more people. She had been into this store before. There were photo booths everywhere, sprayed in neon pink and decorated with bright yellow and blue.

She hated this store. It was always so plastic and cheap-looking. The workers here acknowledged their customers with a loud obnoxious "Mushi mushi! Welcome to Vicky's!" which gave her just more reason to hate the store. Usually she thought their perkiness was desperate and just plain sad, but this time, it was exactly what she needed.

The boy followed her, smiling eerily, like somebody keeping the delicious answer to a question everybody was trying to solve. It made the hairs on her neck stand. Discreetly, she pushed the button on her cell and pushed the phone a little out of her pocket so the receiver could stick out. She heard the faint, low grumble of a reply over the noise of the crowd.

Yes! Sasuke had picked up!

And just in time, too. The girls in the store smiled at her. "Mushi, mushi, welcome to Vicky's!"

His cell buzzed in his pocket. The screen glowed Sakura. She was calling him? Naruto and Sai stared at the screen.

He flipped it open and put it on loudspeaker, knowing Naruto would try to listen in. "Hello? Uchiha here," he grunted.

"Mushi, mushi, welcome to Vicky's!" came the faint chorus of a reply. He frowned. What? Was Sakura's cell malfunctioning or something, calling him out of the blue with her not picking up?

"Beep, beep," the phone chirped. Whoever on the other line was pressing buttons. "Beep, beep. Beep, beep," and the beeps reminded him of heartbeats.

There was something wrong.

"Beep, beep."

"Beeeeeeeeep," it flat-toned.

The boys exchanged a glance. There was only one moment of pause.

Simultaneously, they ran down the stairs, jumping the steps three, four, five at a time.

Sakura bit her lip. Did Sasuke understand the message?

"Hey," the boy said again, slouching and pushing his hands into his pockets as she turned around. There was no running away, now. She had to talk to him.

"Why are you following me?" her voice sounded stronger than she felt.

He smiled at her, ignoring her question. "You're pretty," he whispered. He was close to her, very, very close. Close enough for his breath to fan on her cheeks. Close enough to touch her hair.

Now she knew something was definitely wrong. It was uncharacteristic for boys to just do stuff like that. Like touch a random girl's hair, or lean into a random girl's face. Her knees shook."I already have a boyfriend," She lied, tucking her hair behind her ear. Coolly, she pulled the book of photos to her lap. It was full of pictures of couples and girls who took photos of themselves and didn't feel like taking it home or people who just felt like sticking their photos there.

It was heavy. It would probably hurt quite a bit if she slammed it into a boy's crotch.

He grinned, sensing her fear. He nodded at the other group of boys hanging around outside. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you or anything. A friend of mine bet me 5 bucks if I could get you to talk to me. 5 more if I can get your number."

Lies. Do I look like a total dumbass to you?

And besides, that was supposed to calm her, how? Now she knew he had subordinates. What if they were the kind that were into gang bang?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Oh," She muttered, smoothing out the front of her True Religions. "So... go get your 5 bucks already."

The boy grinned at her. "I was hoping I could get your number, too."

"Where the fuck is Vicky's?" Naruto demanded.

"I've been there before," Sai intoned, turning around a corner. Passer-bys stared at them. What were three gorgeous-looking young men doing running down the street? "Just follow me."

Sasuke sped in front of Sai wordlessly.

"Hm," Sakura tilted her head to the side. She looked up at him innocently, her huge eyes shining. "I don't usually give my number to total strangers," her tone was exaggeratingly sweet.

"Oh," The boy blinked at her. "But I really, really want your number."

Sakura shifted awkwardly, wondering what he was trying to imply, wondering what kind of game he was trying to play.

A chorus of "Mushi mushi, welcome to Vicky's!" sounded through the room. She snapped her eyes towards it to see Sasuke and Naruto and even Sai standing there.

Her boys!

She grinned. "Hey," she breathed. Her insides swelled with relief.

"Who's that?" Naruto grinned back, smile fake and teeth white, tilting his head at the boy.

"Nobody," The boy smiled. "I was just leaving."

He walked past the three of them and out of the store. She watched him vanish around a corner, bringing his clique along with him.

"Thanks guys," Sakura dropped the smile, eyeing the place his clique had been in. "Things were starting to get sticky."

"Let me get this straight," Naruto repeated, peeking over the large pillow on Sasuke's couch in that cute way of his. "He touched your hair, and then demanded a phone number."

"Yeah," Sakura muttered distractedly, shaking her stringy wet hair out as she stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her. The boys stared at her. I mean, it was kind of hard not to. Even Sasuke who had been working on his paperwork looked up.

Sakura loved Sasuke's apartment. It smelt like cologne all the time, and his bed was super bouncy. It had been a long time since she had been here.

"Hey Sasuke, you don't mind if I borrow some of your clothes, do you?"

Sasuke blinked. Could he say no to a dripping wet girl wrapped in his towel? Sheesh. Why ask a question when everybody already knew the answer? It wasn't like he was going to let her walk around his house in only a towel or something.

What, was this guy gay or something? Why wouldn't you want a totally cute girl prancing around your house in only a towel?

Still, it was common courtesy. Sakura was a polite girl. Polite girls ask before they take your stuff to wear.

"Go ahead."

Sakura grinned. "Do you still have those cute smiley-faced boxers?"

Sasuke scowled. "Not funny."

Sakura lifted her hands up defensively, sheepishly. "Heh, just joking."

Sasuke gave her one last glare before turning back to his folder.

Sakura skipped to Sasuke's wardrobe and tugged on the door, admiring the way the lights flickered on automatically. Sasuke had the biggest and prettiest wardrobe in the world, full of clothes in every design and every color you can think of. Too bad really, the Uchiha more or less wore the same kind of shirt every day.

Some would argue and point out why Sasuke had so many clothes if he didn't wear it. The answer was simple, really—Sakura did Sasuke's shopping for him. She never really did give up hope that Sasuke would one day wear something that was not in a morbid shade of blue or black.

Everything was color-coded, just like she remembered it. Sakura felt her eyes go starry. If only these were girls' clothes—it would be like heaven on Earth.

Riiight. Like her closet wasn't already the size of everybody's living room.

Sakura felt giddy. Maybe she should ask Sasuke if she could live in his closet from now on.

It was midnight. Naruto, Sakura and Sai were curled around each other on the couch, snoring softly.

The lights of the room flickered, the only source of light being his table lamp. His shadow ran a hand through his hair roughly, grabbing the glass on the table. He tipped it back, feeling the water splash around in his mouth before he swallowed.

The soft glow of his cellphone pissed him off more than anything.

There was only one moment of silence.

He swept his arm on the table, sending his documents, his paperwork, his Blueberry, his cell phone, his pen, his everything clashing on the floor in a tumble of noises.

CRACK

His cell phone flew the furthest, slamming into a wall before hitting the floor. Its cover broke, the batteries flying out on the floor a little away from its cover.

Naruto woke up with a start. "Wha—?"

"Don't," Sasuke sneered, eyes flashing red in the night light. "Don't talk to me right now."

Sakura blinked, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the night light. She could make out Sasuke silhouette against the wall, and Naruto's standing almost protectively in front of her. The sofa shifted as Sai stood to get up.

"Sasu—" Naruto started again.

"I said," Sasuke breathed, angry. He had thrown his shirt away sometime through the night, the skin on his chest now almost a perfect white in the bleariness of the night.

"Don't talk to me."

It sent shivers up and down her spine. She had never seen Sasuke this angry before, never seen Sasuke this hateful before.

"What the fuck is your problem, Sasuke?" Naruto hissed.

BAM

Sasuke's punch came unexpected. Sakura's eyes snapped open, completely wide awake now.

Naruto sneered, feeling a bruise form somewhere on his jaw. Instinctively his fist flew to punch back.

"No, no," Sakura swore, getting off the couch. "Stop." She ran.

Sai's hand pulled her back. She slammed into his chest. "Don't interfere—a girl like you will get hurt," Sai whispered, his breath fanning on the top of her head. "Let the dicks be."

Sakura wrenched her wrist out of his grip and threw him a betrayed glare. Naruto and Sasuke were violently fighting now—all fists and hair and kicks. She couldn't just leave them. She couldn't. She ran again, pulling hard on Naruto's shirt, pulling him away from Sasuke, away from the fight.

"No, no," She hissed, tugging. "Stop."

Sasuke growled and pounced, sending the three of them crashing into a lamp. The vase next to it crashed to the floor.

There was a moment of pause as all of them heaved for breath. The fall had knocked the air out of their lungs.

Knock, knock.

Sakura glanced at the door. The noise had probably attracted concern from neighbors.

Soundlessly Sai marched to it, throwing it open to greet a man in his late forties. He frowned. "Is everything okay in there, Sasuke?" He tried to peek into the room, but Sai was too tall. He blocked them all out of view.

Sai smiled at him. It was pitch black. He didn't blame the man for mistaking him for Sasuke. "Everything's okay. One of my friends got a little... restless."

The man in his forties looked at him suspiciously. "Well, alright. Anything happens, I'm right next door."

Sai smiled and closed the door in his face.

Sakura let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Ow," she whimpered, trying to feel her legs through the confusing tangle of limbs. Her side hurt—she had been the one that slammed into the lamp. Naruto and Sasuke were really, really heavy.

Naruto glanced at Sasuke, silently waiting for an explanation. Anything.

But Sasuke was looking away. Away at the chunks of cell phone on the floor.

Sai tugged Sakura up effortlessly, plucking her from Sasuke's and Naruto's legs. "Ow," she said again, wincing as she leaned into his chest for support. She pressed her face into his shirt. Her side really, really hurt. She slid to the floor, hugging herself. Her eyes watered. It hurt. It hurt so much. She gasped as another sharp rod of pain pressed against her side.

She looked up.

Naruto was walking, away from her, away from Sai. He kneeled next to Sasuke on the other side of the room.

Sai kneeled soundlessly next to her. "Where does it hurt?"

But she was looking away. Away at Naruto and Sasuke, at the world they were in. It had always been that way, hadn't it?

Naruto and Sasuke.

Sai.

Sakura.

It was never the four of them—just a pair and two separate beings.

A single tear slid down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily. She had been crying a lot these days.

But they kept coming. Pearls of tears slid down her cheek, soaking into the carpet she was on.

"Everywhere," Sakura whispered.

"It hurts everywhere."

A/N: 21 reviews for a first chapter? I love you. Really, I do.

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I have a beta! Much thanks to elmo-extreme. kunoichi13 too, who pointed out the typo in the title.

And, of course, you guys. Thanks so much for reviewing! I really, really appreciate it.

To those who pointed out the similarities to Gossip Girl, yeah, that's where I got the inspiration.

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Next chapter:

-Sasuke's explanation

-Sai's humor.

-Everything else.

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