Chapter 8: The Wedding Planner
13 Days Left…I never thought that I would actually go on with this plan.
I feel like an idiot!
Who gets married when they're eighteen?!
Especially with… with… him!
"Sakura-chan! Where have you been all week? I missed you! You know I even paid attention in class so that you can have the notes," Naruto says in an annoying voice.
I return to school feeling like crap. I can finally go to school after mindless begging and crying to my dad. Selfish? No. I call it persuasion. A lot have stuff been weighing my mind. I wonder what worse things could happen today… Today is just a normal day at school. No one found about me marrying Sasuke-kun. If I even think of the chaos and trouble that would bring, I shiver.
I go back to the classroom because of the constant gossiping of the girls on what could've happened to Sasuke. They were worried and telling lies about why he is absent.
Having Kakashi, as a teacher is not… not… well you know right? Lateness… laziness… and last minute tests... You can say that he is the worst teacher on earth. But apparently, he was a genius during his day. He could have easily found a cure for cancer, but ended up here as a teacher.
The school itself is not bad I guess. Konoha High a prestigious high school of smart rich kids. I guess I could fall into the category, but… I hate being rich. I know oxymoron right? Being so poor and now so rich. It doesn't make sense right?
Well… being rich causes too much attention, which I hate. Attention equals stalking and that are pretty scary.
Well I am standing in the middle of the hallway leaning on the mirror. It's quiet because this is a part of the school that no one passes really. If you wanted to you could practically deal drugs!
Is that Sasuke outside? He is playing basketball outside. What a typical sport to play. Why do guys always have to play basketball? Why not tag or something like that? No. If they do play tag, they would be considered immature.
I keep staring at him playing. Why do my eyes stay on him and only him? Argh! Stop staring!
I cover my eyes to try to stop staring at him. I look out the window again out of temptation and see Sasuke not there.
Where did he go?
"Where did he go is what you were thinking right?" a mysterious, yet familiar voice says.
I immediately turn around to see Sasuke. Bastard. He is teasing me.
"What makes you think that Uchiha?" I ask in a stern voice.
"No reason." he smirks.
Jerk.
"So… why are you up here?" I ask him curiously.
"I am done with basketball today," he says plainly.
I hate his plain logic. It sickens me.
"Whatever," I say and I sit down.
No point in standing up. Might as well sit. The 8th period bell rings.
Should I miss class or go to class late?
Uchiha or class?
Uchiha or class…
Uchiha…
Class…
Which one?
…
I think I choose…
"Oi! Sasuke! Aren't you going to class?" I ask him in an annoyed voice.
"When did you start to care if I went to school or not?" he asks in a curious tone.
Crap.
When was I curious?
Why do I get nervous when I don't know where Sasuke is?
Damn.
Why am I blushing?
When I look around I see Sasuke sleeping on the ground.
That guy…
Well… I guess I can stay here just for a bit…
I lay down right next to him and…
Drift away…
I slowly open my eyes to see Sasuke awake.
This is going to be hard to explain… Wait! Where am I?
"Where am I?" I ask.
"A car," he answers bluntly.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"I don't know," he answers.
What? How can he be in a car and not know where he is going?
The car stops dead in its tracks.
"Sasuke-sama, Sakura-sama we've arrived at the destination," the driver says as he opens the door.
When we come out of the car, we see a café right in front of us.
Why are we at a café?
"Are you Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura?" a beautiful lady asks.
"Umm…" I say.
How does she know our names? Okay… first rule of kindergarten don't talk to strangers!
"Yeah… what's it to you?" Sasuke says in a blunt voice.
Damn it! Does he not know the first rule of kindergarten!
"Excellent! Your parents have called me to talk about your wedding plans! I don't know if you know but…" the lady says in a peppy voice, "I am the world renown wedding planner! My name is Konoka! There is no bride that is not happy with my styles! All of my clients get their happily ever-afters!" she changes her attitude from peppy to plain obnoxious.
A wedding… planner she says?
WEDDING PLANNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What evils is she going to put us in?!
And…
Why do I have a feeling she is going head-over-heals over him?
Well of course she is head-over-heals!
She is practically glaring at him until he begs her to marry him.
Why do I have a feeling that this is going to be a miserable time?
"Well Sasuke-kun, Haruno-san? Let's talk about the locations and all the wedding plans," Konoka says, "Here, Sasuke-kun sit right here," she points to a chair right next to her.
As she sits on the chair closest to him, she moves the chair closer and closer to him.
The intent to kill is starting to invade my body like fire.
Damn her.
I sit on a chair farthest form them.
They make me sick.
"So…" she continues, "would you like to go with the heaven theme or the garden theme?"
Garden? Heaven?
What the hell?
"What are you talking about?" I ask her.
"Umm… oh… right the bride," she says in a dreading tone, "Well… it's the style of the wedding you're partaking in," she explains it like I'm a kindergartener.
"Great…" I say in a sarcastic tone.
"Hn," as usual Sasuke responds.
"Anyways, we should start with the theme, the dress, bride's maids, best man, the dress attire for everyone, the food, the cake, the seating arrangements, the place, the dress rehearsal, and the religious stuff," Konoka says in one breath.
How can she say all that in one breath? How long as she done this job?
How should I care what goes? I mean, he didn't even propose to me!
"Well… from what I heard from Sasuke-kun's parents… they said to start with the dress since the bride is here. I know a dress shop here that sells the best dresses. It's also right around the corner, so let's go!" Konoka says in a peppy voice.
She walks away with Sasuke in her arms.
They leave without me. Konoka puts her arms around Sasuke-kun's arm.
Okay… he is eighteen and she is about thirty.
Isn't this considered molesting?
Should I take this chance to run away or should I follow them?
Run away…
Wedding…
Run away?
Wedding…
"Hey! Wait up!" I yell after them.
Well… since their going for a wedding dress I should probably stick with them for their own reasons.
That… and I don't want her to hold Sasuke-kun like that!
Wait!
No!
I can't think this way!
We arrive at an expensive little bridal shop.
We enter to see the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen!
There are so many to choose from!
I am going to be here all day.
Even though I am against this wedding, I am a girl!
I love clothes from the bottom of my heart!
I think hearts are coming out of my eyes.
I look all over the shop for the "perfect" dress and come across the prettiest dress I have ever seen.
The dress is light pink with a corset top and beads on the bottom and the corset. Lines of roses fall on the side of the dress.
I think I fell in love again.
I pick up the dress and ask the lady at the counter if I could try on the dress.
She leads me into the dressing room.
I hope…
No! I can't think that way! Only for the sake of fashion!
I change into the dress and walk outside onto the 3-mirror panel. The curtains roll and I see Sasuke sitting on a chair with Konoka all over him!
What the hell?
Tears start rolling down my eyes. Why am I crying over this?
I start running out the door with the dress on. Why is she on him like that? And why do I care so much?
I run and come back to the café where Sasuke-kun and I arrived at. I let the tears stroll out. I feel like my heart is ripped out of my chest. I keep crying until I feel a hand on my back. I turn around to see Sasuke. I quickly wipe my tears and turn around to face him.
"What do you want Uchiha?" I ask him in a grim voice.
"Nothing. Why'd you walk out like that?" he asks in an amused tone, "You know we didn't even pay for that dress and you walk out with it like you own it."
"Jerk!" I yell and slap him on the face.
He looks down.
"Yeah, I think I deserve that, but… I would never kiss another woman. Especially her! Then again… why would you run out like that?" he asks in an amused tone.
BLUSH"Well… well…" I rant on to try to think of an explanation.
Why did I run out of the shop and start crying?
Could I love Sasuke-kun?
Love… him…
Maybe…
Just maybe…
His face comes closer.
I can't move my body and I stop ranting.
Actually I don't feel like moving.
I think I like this spot.
He comes closer and whispers in my ear, "You look beautiful in that dress."
My hearts starts racing.
He moves in closer to my face. Should I move and refuse him and the kiss?
No…
Maybe… just maybe… I love Uchiha Sasuke…
And we kiss.
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