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Sakura POV

Buddhism can be seen as a religion or a set of teachings. Either way, it focuses on one thing: experiencing reality. People who follow Buddhism usually view reality and life as a big picture, not specifics, and the more serious believers have a goal to become 'enlightened'- meaning they understand or are aware of life to its fullest. Now it is a stereotype to say they all meditate and they all are calm collected people – but those are two of the points that Buddhists are known for in the media.

And I could learn a lot from them.

Because right now, as I'm driving in my car on the way to school, I'm freaking out. I am definitely not calm, nor collected, nor understanding life (however you do that). I'm freaking out. Then again, maybe I shouldn't have had a large coffee from Starbucks this morning.

Okay. Deep Breaths.

I am going to see Sasuke today. This morning. And I haven't seen him in three weeks. So how am I supposed to manage?

It's not like I can walk into the classroom, run into his arms, and say 'I missed you so much!' followed by a big romantic kiss. …No matter how much I would enjoy that, it would never ever happen. Ever. Nor would practically anything else I can think of – because I have no idea how he'll react to me. It's like the first day of school again, where I have to go sit in a corner, because Sasuke is a practically different person – or he could be. As Naruto said, a lot can happen in three weeks. I have no idea how he'll react to anything.

Wait a minute.

Of course I don't know how he'll react, which means he won't know how I'll react – well, I think he doesn't know. So if I get to the art room first, I won't be the one who has to initiate anything – he will have to decide what he wants to do. And I'll just have to go along with it.

I suddenly accelerated sharply from my 20 km/h – seriously, I was so afraid of going to school that I was driving that slow – hoping to god, or the Buddha, or whatever, that I'd get there first and that I won't screw this up big time.

So after I parked my car in the school parking lot (and quickly scanning for the famous Maserati) I tripled my speed knowing Sasuke was, in fact, in the school. I zoomed by my locker only stopping to grab my art stuff (and to give people hugs – which were not commenced by myself), and rushed to the art room, where it was safely unoccupied by Sasuke. That was good – that meant I could find myself an empty seat near the back of the room, where he could see me if he wanted to.

But it was also bad, considering I was extremely early for class. My ipod's clock said 8:47 – 13 minutes until class started, so, with nothing better to do (because fretting wouldn't help), I pulled out my sketchbook and started to doodle, anticipating Sasuke's arrival both excitedly and nervously.

As students entered the classroom, I became more and more nervous and my right foot started to tap anxiously. Hinata hadn't entered yet, so the seat beside me was still empty, and when she did enter she gave me a small smile and decided to sit somewhere else.

Why isn't she sitting with me? Why did she smile and then go somewhere else?

My thoughts were cut short and my questions answered two seconds later when in walked Sasuke Uchiha, whom I have been waiting for for three (freaking) weeks.

I felt all of the colour drain from my face when I first realized it was him, and then in a rush, it all came back staining my cheeks in an embarrassing shade of red – my memories didn't do him justice.

Sasuke had changed over the Christmas break – in what could only be a good way. His raven hair had grown longer and he looked 150 percent more confident than three weeks ago (and he was cocky enough to begin with), the reason probably being his muscles – dear god his muscles - was it possible for someone as good looking as he to be walking around freely? I would think Abercrombie would have already recruited him as a model and (if he refused to go) shot him down with a tranquilizer.

And the feeling I got when I looked at him – it's hard to describe. Contrasting the terror of seeing him that stayed rigid in my mind, the amount of happiness that seemed to explode from my racing heart would make a therapist think that I had been depressed over the past few weeks in comparison. Seriously, someone should call an ambulance in case I suffer from tachycardia. That's how bad it was.

The whole room was quiet – I think the rest of the class was doing the exact same thing as me – staring silently with their mouth agape.

I watched as Sasuke viewed the class with an air of arrogance added to his usual indifference. His eyes scanned the people frozen in their spots and as he turned his head in the my direction, I hurriedly looked down, pretending to draw and act natural – even though I was probably the only person in the room who wasn't looking at him.

It was when I heard footsteps approach the place where I was sitting, that my right foot started to tap again, and my blush deepened – it was suddenly really, really hot in the room.

Because of my cowardliness, my head was looking down towards my sketchbook and my hair was forming a curtain around my face. Naturally, I couldn't quite see what was going on.

But I could sense someone sitting down next to me.

A quick glance showed my hopes and fears – Sasuke had taken a seat beside me.

Oh god.

Or Buddha.

Or whatever.

Is it possible to combust from your own blush? How about drill a whole in the ground from your foots' own furious tapping?

I peeked through my hair and saw him take out his own sketch book – he looked casual – as if he sat beside me everyday of his life, as if the whole class wasn't staring at him – and I definitely looked like a wreck. I was blushing, probably shaking, most likely sweating, and tapping my foot like crazy.

I believe he felt me staring because he looked up, and for a second, we made eye contact. A whole new heat wave spread over my cheeks, a whole new excited feeling burst from my heart, and I almost had to hold a smile back at seeing is gorgeous face so closely – but I looked away – why was I so nervous? Why was I freaking out? Why was I so-

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

A hand is on my knee. His hand is on my knee. Sasuke Uchiha's hand is on my knee.

I shivered.

"That's annoying" he whispered, effectively ceasing the tapping of my foot.

Despite the comment, I shivered again.

And then a noise emitted from my mouth that sounded slightly like a strangled 'mhmm.'

He smirked, took his hand off of my knee, and continued to draw.

But it was that smirk that made me realize that it was definitely the same Sasuke regardless of his newly refined god-like body (not that is wasn't deity material before). He was still his ignorant, cocky, completely amazing self – the only thing that had changed was the fact that he chose to sit beside me – which I don't mind at all, really. But he was sitting beside me because he hadn't changed – if that makes any sense. I mean, before the break he was always flustering me (funny how I just came to that realization), and right now? What is he doing? Flustering me. And it's working. Just a simple touch to my knee made me flustered – but the thing is, I wish it wasn't just a simple touch to my knee, I wanted more.

Except Sasuke didn't make any other physical contact for the rest of the class, nor did he speak. When the anthem had sounded over the p.a system, he stood up almost carelessly and decided to stare blankly at all of the other people in the classroom who were staring at him, making them probably highly uncomfortable as they all shifted their eyes away nervously.

I was watching him the whole time, not even trying to hide the fact that I was doing so – though whenever he looked at me, I would freeze and then look away embarrassed. The same thing happened when the anthem was over, and it continued through out the rest of class. But why was I so anxious, nervous and, well, scared?

I still couldn't figure it out even by the time that art class ended. The moment the clock struck 9:20, I decided that maybe I should try and figure out what's going on – even if it won't be the most straight-forward confident act – it would be advancement. It just took a minute of gathering the scattered pieces of my brain and guts to do it.

But when I looked up, he wasn't there.

And that was it.

I like, blinked, and he was gone. Literally. All of the pairs of eyes that were watching him before now fell on me, making me blush furiously. And even though I was still highly confused, I gathered my things quickly and left with as much haste as possible.

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I didn't see Sasuke as I made my way to English class where I proceeded to not listen to the lesson and contemplate what had just happened in art class. And what had just happened?

Very unusual behavior for the very antisocial (well, antisocial when he's not drunk) Sasuke. That's what just happened.

After going through all of the possibilities on the drive for his strange behavior, I found one that I treasured in my mind, one which had an agreeable percentage of probability: could Sasuke still like me as well?

I mean, if you think about it I have some good evidence to support my theory:

There's the whole 'you're not allowed to dance with anyone else' deal when he was drunk (a little weird…), allowing me in his house – in his car (which I'm sure he hasn't allowed any other girl), obviously the flustering me senseless (literally senseless… though it's not as bad as I make it out to be…), and god (Buddha), don't forget the kissing. You can't forget the kissing.

It's disheartening though, to suddenly snap out of your zoned in little world filled with Sasuke-related fantasies and find yourself still sitting in second period English class, discussing some sort of grammar related thing.

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All through lunch, Ino had a smile on that looked slightly bitter – and it was directed at me. At our school, gossip spreads quickly, so she probably heard about Sasuke sitting next to me. This also caused trouble at lunch, where I became the topic of interest more than once. We sat with Naruto's group again – which seemed to becoming our regular lunch spot – and while others in the cafeteria gossiped about me, while Hinata and I conversed and laughed with others pretending we didn't see or didn't care about the gossipers, Ino sat across from us with that smile on her face the whole time.

The table where we ate was usually emptier at the beginning of lunch, because some in the group go out to have a pre-lunch smoke. As I thought about everyone in the group now, I could almost call all of them friends, or at least acquaintances.

Of course there is Naruto, who is like a best friend now. There's Kiba, who's a lot like Naruto in the way that he is outgoing and sociable. Unlike Naruto, Kiba isn't really stupid (okay so Naruto isn't fully stupid, I'm using the term generally) and doesn't have such blind determination. And he has the cutest dog ever.

And then there is the serious, sarcastic Neji and is now girlfriend Tenten – who is really nice despite how intimidating she may seem. While these four do participate in the 'bad shit list', they do not go out for the pre-lunch smoke.

Those that do are the Sabaku siblings, Shikamaru, and (though it kind of depresses me a little,) Sasuke.

The Sabaku siblings, better known as Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara, make me uncomfortable every time I'm near them.

Gaara, the youngest of the siblings, is very unsociable though appears to be at every party and at every get-together. I'm a little afraid to talk to him, and though Naruto says he's just misunderstood, I can't bring myself to try and initiate conversation – especially since I sometimes find him staring at me with these intense eyes (it's really unsettling). Kankuro is the middle sibling and though I talk to him and stuff, it's always a little weird because he's always with Gaara (and very protective of him).

The eldest, Temari, is so confident and so sassy that I am actually afraid to talk to her. She's very popular not only because of her confidence, but also as her status as one of the 'hot girls' by the majority of the male population, boosting her high up the food chain.

For almost a year, she and Shikamaru have been dating and are both seen frequently outside of the school, smoking. Shikamaru is a total genius, and you'd figure, because he's so smart, that he'd have enough sense not to smoke. And even though I kind of sympathize with him, because he started smoking only after this whole ordeal where a teacher died and he was really close to him, he could have dealt with the loss another way. Anyway, Shikamaru is easy to get along with if you understand his way of interaction – it's not outgoing like Naruto's, or serious like Neji's – it's very unenthusiastic but at the same time compliable.

And it oddly was Shikamaru who seemed to lift Ino's mood.

As soon as the smoker's group filed into the cafeteria, Ino's bitter smile disappeared and was replaced by her usual 'I've got to act cool' routine, where she pats down her hair and makes sure she looks okay before going into flirt mode.

Shikamaru sat down next to Temari a little ways away from her, but no matter the distance, Ino kept her focus in his direction.

The other two Sabaku siblings sat together near the end of the table, but I didn't pay as much attention to them because the person who just sat down next to me was, once again, Sasuke Uchiha.

His lunch was made up of cafeteria food, so he must have bought before he sat down. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he started to eat, and was a little confused by the fact that he purposefully didn't acknowledge me. I also crinkled my nose a little at the scent of smoke that he carried with him, but other than that, my expression was normal – or at least I tried to make it look normal. It was hard though, with Sasuke sitting right next to me, and me not knowing what he was thinking, nor what the whole cafeteria was thinking.

And believe me; I know the whole cafeteria was thinking something. I could tell by the way everyone was either pretending to mind their own business or just full out staring.

And then there was Naruto, who obviously knew something was up. He and Hinata are the only people who really know what's going on – either by being around me and Sasuke long enough to observe plentifully, or just hearing it straight from me.

At the table Naruto, who sat on my other side, would frequently turn to me and wiggle is eyebrows. I would elbow him in the ribs in return. He would be about to retort with either words or actions, but Hinata would put a hand on either his shoulder or his arm and Naruto would stop – only until he decided to wiggle his eyebrows at me again. And this repeated throughout lunch.

But it was then, sitting in the cafeteria, elbowing Naruto, trying to not crinkle my nose from the smell of smoke, and trying to act normal, that I became enlightened (or so the Buddhists would say).

Yes, I was pretending to be normal, but what if…

What if it was normal?

What if sitting beside Sasuke at lunch was normal? And, you know, being together was normal too?

I mean, I already thought over the part where he might like me, so why couldn't it be?

If you look past the point that he is way more attractive than I am, way smarter, and way more popular, than really, it's not that farfetched of an idea. Sasuke and I together, sitting in a tree.

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

"Uh, Sakura?"

"Hm?" I looked up partially surprised – someone's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"Are you alright?" Tenten continued talking and my eyes shot up to her before quickly scanning the rest of the table. They all were looking at me strangely – except for Sasuke (of course).

"Er, yeah…" I shook my head slightly (what expression was on my face while I was thinking?) and continued. "I'm fine," I answered pretending everything was normal, and eventually everyone returned to their conversations.

Once everyone had turned away, Sasuke glanced down at me; I saw it from the corner of my eyes. I looked back up at him, and gave a smile that I hope didn't look as shaky as I felt, and looked away before I embarrassed myself.

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Now Instrumental could have been a butt-load of anxiety.

It could have been because Naruto was still wiggling his eyebrows, and everybody was still trying to inconspicuously look at me.

But it wasn't because I was enlightened.

Okay, that sounds really weird and kind of cheesy, but it's true – I was really calm about the situation, and instead of thinking about every single little thing, I looked at the whole picture.

Just don't get this whole being enlightened thing mixed up with confidence – because it totally isn't. I just realized that I was being really stupid and (dare I say it?) kind of fangirl-ish.

So yes it does make me sound really weird, but it did help me get through instrumental a-okay (…give or take a couple of elbows to Naruto's ribs).

Now for Biology.

When I first entered Mr. Kakashi's classroom, walking with the ever-talking Naruto, I was still in my own state of calm. Even after I sat down, I was calm.

It was when Sasuke entered the room that my heart started to race, that the same feeling of excitement and happiness rushed through my body – but I didn't let my exterior show it. I watched him as he nonchalantly walked to the chair beside me, and as he sat down. I watched him as he stretched casually and briefly, flexing his muscles and as he shifted his gaze to me momentarily.

But watching Sasuke so closely left Naruto unguarded – free to give me a small push that would catch me off balance, make me let out a little yelp, and send me cheek-first into Sasuke's arm. Sasuke's very hard, firm, muscled, arm.

There was a wistful thought that went through my mind, one that kept me frozen against Sasuke's arm for a total of 3 seconds: What would he do if I didn't move?

But then, when his head (along with everyone else's in the room) slowly swiveled towards me, I got myself under control. With my heart beating loud against my chest, I sat up slowly and gave a nervous smile and a giggle to the general audience, before busying myself with organizing my books. I made sure to give an extra-hard elbow to Naruto's ribs when he tried to talk to me (one that left him wheezing).

Almost fifteen minutes after class had started, Mr. Kakashi finally walked through the door, and, instead of starting off with a new unit in biology, he decided to give us a little activity to do.

And while he was explaining this activity, I'm pretty sure his eyes were focused towards me and Sasuke for the bulk of it.

Which explains why we had to tell the person to the right (where Sasuke was in respect to me) about our holiday.

Now straight away, Naruto started yapping about something, but I had tuned him out and focused on what I was going to say to Sasuke.

But when the moment came and I turned to tell Sasuke what I had spent 5 minutes formulating in my mind, and Sasuke turned to me with slightly raised eyebrows, and I opened my mouth to speak – I froze. And it took a couple of seconds for me to wrap my mind around the situation again before I took a deep breath and tried again.

"Hi. Mine was good." I rushed out in an exhale of breath. So it wasn't exactly what I wanted to say (at all), but at least I said something.

And after I said those words, he just stared at me. And I just kind of stared at him.

His face was passive for a few seconds, and then he tilted his chin upwards a little. "Is that all?" He murmured in that incredibly sexy voice he always uses to fluster me.

And I found it extremely hard to breath.

But it reminded me that it was exactly like how things were before the break. Even as Naruto turned to us and said "Yo, sorry to ruin your moment, but you're not doing the activity very well. Sakura, we've got like two minutes left and I still haven't gotten to the third week yet."

"Naruto," I turned to him, annoyed for interrupting, forgetting Sasuke's presence briefly, "I was with you the whole time; you don't have to tell me everything because I already know."

And it was to my ridiculous pleasure to see, out of my peripheral vision, Sasuke stiffen at my comment. Was he jealous? Of Naruto and I, together? I bit my lip, holding back a smile, and took another peek at Sasuke.

Where I saw his back facing me, and Karin, the annoying red-head, chattering excitedly to him.

And I slumped low in my chair, deflating like a balloon.

But as I completed this over-exaggerated action, my legs, which were originally tense and together, spread loose and the outer thigh of my right leg accidentally rested against something that was not inanimate. In simple terms: Sasuke's leg.

My legs were now incredibly tense, however they did not move. I was suddenly very, very nervous – and also very, very, and maybe a little too internally exuberant.

But I didn't move, nor did he – and I didn't even look up at him.

The only thing I did was continue to write down the lesson Mr. Kakashi was teaching, acting normal, even though my insides were having a party.

And then, a couple of minutes later, I gradually let the muscles in my leg loosen again, letting all of its weight rest against Sasuke's.

And he still didn't move away.

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The rest of the day seemed surreal. I don't really remember getting up from my desk and gathering up my stuff. I don't really remember walking out of the room when the bell rang and walking out into the hallway. I do remember accidentally bumping into Sasuke, saying 'Oh my god, sorry', and having him not say anything but continue to walk along side me until I had to go a separate way to my locker.

But I don't really remember getting my things from my locker and walking out to the parking lot. Or getting into my car and starting it. I do remember getting caught up in a daydream about a certain someone and accidentally almost crashing into his car because I wasn't paying attention to the road (because of that daydream). I do remember him raising an eyebrow at me from the drivers seat of his car – taking the fact that I almost killed the Maserati pretty lightly – and driving off with what was maybe, maybe, maybe a smirk.

But I don't really remember driving home or going into my house or watching T.V until dinner or eating dinner or trying to feed Samuel or calling Hinata or talking to Ino on MSN or Facebooking Naruto, or having a shower or getting into my pj's or turning on my ipod or getting into bed.

But I do remember squealing about all the things that happened today that I could remember.

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The next day I had first period with Naruto in English media. I was glad to see that even though our relationship status had changed from going out to just friends, Naruto still sat beside me. I was even more glad to see that the rest of Naruto's friends who are in our class, the ones I eat lunch with now, were also sitting with us – which I took as meaning they were my friends now too. Currently I was sitting with Naruto, Tenten, Neji, and Kiba.

As the class went on we were instructed to get into partners and make a collage of celebrities and events as an opener to the next unit which had to do with tabloids or something. Since Naruto and I were sitting beside each other, we decided to be partners, which, when I look back on it, was not a smart decision.

The whole time we were working on it, or should I say I was working on it, Naruto was flipping through women's fashion magazines looking at all the ads with half-naked women in them. Which I scolded him for via my elbow to his ribs.

When I finished the collage though, I found myself doing the same thing that Naruto was doing (and now Kiba too) – even though I had just scolded him for it. Except I was also doing this with Tenten, and it wasn't a women's fashion magazine – it was a men's sports magazine. Which means oodles of pictures of hot topless guys.

It was when we were looking at a page with a guy that sort of looked like Sasuke, when Tenten whispered, "So, what's up with you two?"

I froze, knowing that she probably saw my change in demeanor – no one had confronted me about Sasuke yet. If she was even talking about him.

So I tried to play it cool, "Me and who? Naruto?" I asked, making sure to sound like it was ridiculous if she was referring to something happening between me and Naruto.

"Sakura, come on," she said, seeing right through me, "hello? Do you think I'm stupid?" she continued as she held up the page with the Sasuke-resembling model on it to my face.

"Oh…" I blushed, "you mean, Sasuke" I answered, saying his name quieter so no one would hear.

"Don't think I haven't noticed what's going one there, kay? I think you're the only person he's been that close to who he hasn't, you know, done it with."

"Um…" Was it weird that her comment made me really happy? "Well, I wouldn't say we're close." I answered.

"I'd call anyone who's been over to his house – no, in his car is close. Actually.. anyone who he purposefully sits beside is close."

"Oh…" I still was a little bit reluctant to tell her my thoughts.

"Come on Sakura, I won't say anything, I promise."

"Well, I still don't really-"

"Neji, I'm really good at keeping promises, right?" she turned to Neji, who was sitting a couple of seats away from her and listening to his ipod. He answered with a 'right' although I believe he wasn't actually listening.

"See?" She said, turning back to me, "I just wanna know, and maybe I can help. And come on, you should be flattered if someone thinks you and Sasuke are getting together for more than a one night stand."

"…Okay," I said, finally giving in. Maybe a little confidence wouldn't hurt. Maybe Tenten was right, she could help me. "Truth is, I don't really know." I explained.

"Psh, how can you not know?"

"Well, it's true that there's something going on, but I don't know what's going on."

"O-ooh. Okay, well, I can see how you don't know what, considering this is Sasuke, but there has to be some details you can dish to me right?"

"Details? Like-"

"Like have you ever kissed?"

"…maybe."

"Sakura-"

"Yup! She's kissed him!" Naruto cut in, leaning towards our table. Apparently he had been eaves-dropping.

"Naruto – you don't know anything." I said, angry at his outburst – he had also caught a couple of other people's attention too.

"Yeah I do – If I haven't seen it then Hinata's told me about it." He stated, and I mentally noted to talk to Hinata about this. I also hoped that he didn't know that I kissed Sasuke while I was still going out with Naruto.

"Ooo! Sakura, tell me about it!" Tenten cut in.

"Naruto's lying-" I answered

"I'm not lying!" "Naruto interrupted.

"Sakura tell me!" Tenten continued.

"Yes you are!" I said to Naruto.

"No I'm not!" he answered.

"How many times?"

"There weren't any times-"

"He kissed her seven times!"

"Naruto – stop it!"

"Sakura! You minx!"

"Don't listen to him Tenten."

"I swear it's true! Would Hinata ever lie?"

"O-oh, you have to tell me more!"

"There isn't more to tell!"

"Yeah there is – what about the parties?"

"You were with him at parties?"

"No I wasn't."

"And in the car!"

"Naruto shut up!"

"In the car?"

"Okay well maybe we-" The bell rang for the end of the period, and I was thankful for the inquisition to stop. I hurriedly turned to pack up my things and get out of there. Probably more than just Naruto and Tenten were listening to the conversation.

"See you Sakura," Tenten suddenly said after packing up her own stuff, and she smiled slyly, turning her head towards the door.

"Yeah, see ya!" Naruto added, and rushed out the door as well.

That was a quick exit from such brouhaha.

But when I turned to see why Tenten looked to the door and why Naruto left so quickly, I got my answer.

Directly in line with the frame of the door and leaning against the lockers opposite to it in the hall was Sasuke.

And he was looking right at me.

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Sasuke POV

Why am I here?

The question berated him over and over, but he still stood unmoving against the lockers.

She still hadn't noticed him even though she was right in his line of vision. Apparently she seemed to busy with the conversation between her Naruto and Tenten (yes, he knows someone else's name. It doesn't mean he cares).

It was only after the bell rang that she finally saw him. It took her long enough.

She started packing her things up more slowly than before, and if he hadn't been so far away, he could've sworn he saw her hands shaking just a bit.

"Yo!" Naruto said, winking as he ran out of the room and down the hall. Tenten smiled excitedly as she, Neji and Kiba followed at a slower pace.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, and then fixed him them back on his target.

She exited the classroom looking almost anywhere but his face, trying not to make eye contact. When she finally reached him, her eyes flickered up towards him and then back down.

She took a deep breath,

"Hi."

Her voice in that instant was quiet and breathy, and it had that same nervous tone that he remembered.

It was almost impossible to stop the smirk on his face.

Sasuke turned, possibly to hide that smirk, and motioned with his head for Sakura to follow as he walked down the hall. Rather than keep pace with him, she stumbled a couple of steps behind, still nervous. Seeing this, he slowed his pace – making their tandem inevitable.

Although silent, they walked side by side all the way to Sakura's next class. She paused before going into the classroom and turned to look up at Sasuke. He was looking past her, glaring at the occupants of the room she would be entering, and when he felt her stare, their gaze connected. He slowly turned his head towards her and his infamous smirk took the place of the previously held grimace – just to see her blush.

To see her get flustered, to have her turn incredibly red and look away, too know he was in control – to let her know that he was in control.

However, as he turned and walked away to his next class, he thought of how totally out of control he was.

Walking beside her, hiding a smirk, glaring at others staring at her, smirking just to see her blush?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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Sakura's POV

Forget the Buddhists- how am I supposed to become enlightened or to see the 'bigger picture' when I can't even understand what the heck is going on around me?

I mean, who is this intruder and what has he done with the real Sasuke?

One, he's even more incredibly gorgeous than before the Christmas break.

Two, he's gained about a gazillion times more muscle.

Three, what happened to all the glaring? Well he still glares, but not at me.

Four, what happened to the whole "I'm ignoring Sakura if I'm not drunk and/or totally flustering her" thing? How come he's suddenly purposefully finding me, sitting beside me, walking me to class? And most importantly – why hasn't he kissed me yet? I mean, not that it's a total bad thing – heck, I'm savoring every piece of attention from him I get, and I'm enjoying it all so much I don't even care that Karin has been following him as much as he's been following me.

I repeat, who is this intruder and what has he done with the real Sasuke?

A/N hey guys, so the next update may not be for a while just cuz school is hectic and the next chapter is a bunch of new stuff that I have to write…. So yeah….. and thanks for your feedback on the other 15 chapters, im glad u guys like the changes