A/N: Hola everybody! Sorry for not updating in, like, forever. School has pretty much taken over our lives, but...summer vaycay is in less than two weeks! Although there are finals that we need to get through. ARGH!! High school sucks sometimes. Anyways, here's chapter cinco. (that's spanish for five if you didn't know). :)
Previously on Teaching Me-
I gulped, my hand ready to knock on the wooden door. Before I could, Mr.Uchiha opened it, obviously leaving.
"Hello Sakura," he said with a small smile. He wasn't so surprised to see me because I think he knew. He's not dumb.
"Hello," I said. "Can we talk...in there?" I asked, pointing inside to his empty classroom. He looked back and then at me again.
"Sure," he said, motioning with his hand for me to come in. I entered. I stared up into his dark, onyx eyes and did the only thing I longed to do for so long. Without hesitation I kissed him. I kissed my teacher, Mr. Uchiha.
Chapter Five
There was so much sin in this kiss. I knew it. He knew it. Yet none of us tried to stop. Instead, I held on to him even more tightly, my hands shaking around his neck. I love how he tastes, and his lips are so soft and tender. They're burning onto mine.
I felt his strong hands on my arms as he slowly pushed me away. "We shouldn't be doing this Sakura," he said.
"I know. But we just did, didn't we?" I said, smiling lightly. "And you kissed me back."
"I...I shouldn't have," was all he said, running a hand (a hand that a second ago was on my waist, pulling me closer) through his spiky hair.
"Why?" I asked. "I like you and you obviously like me."
He sighed. "I'm your teacher. You - you're my student for god's sake."
I touched the side of his face. He tensed. "Sasuke...," I said, saying his name aloud for the first time. His cheeks felt prickly where he had stubble.
"What did you just call me?" he said quietly.
"Sasuke," I said. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to call you that. Can I say it again?" He nodded. "Sasuke," I said in what I thought was a sexy voice. It came out kinda deep though. I leaned in to kiss him again, but he moved his head away. I frowned.
"Sakura, please, I can't be doing this," Sasuke pleaded.
"You're scared, but it's okay because I'm scared too," I said. "I'm so happy though. I'm bursting inside. My heart is pounding so loud I'm surprised you can't hear it." I was talking a mile a minute. I couldn't contain myself. "I just want to be with you and...do you want to be with me?"
He looked down at his feet and whispered so softly, "Yes, I do. Very much."
"Then why are you pushing me away?" I asked, knitting my brows together.
"Because it's the right thing to do," Sasuke said. That was not the answer I wanted to hear.
"Can't you forget about what's the right thing to do and just do what you want to do?"
"That would sure make things a lot easier," he said. "And Sakura, you're definitely not making this easy for me."
Hearing it from him made it so surprising to me. I was attracting too much of his attention. Was he thinking of me when I was thinking of him? At the same exact time? Did he dream of me at night? "Well, how do you think I feel?" I replied. "I came here because for the first time, I feel comfortable just being me. You make me feel okay about myself and I like that. Do you even know how invisible I felt? Then you came and you noticed me. Hell, you talked to me like an equal. I still feel invisible, but with you, it's like you listen to what I have to say. You make me feel important and...special."
"I make you feel all that, huh?" Sasuke said.
"Well, yeah," I said, looking into his eyes. Underneath all that beautiful darkness, I could see a flicker of adoration. He was struggling to keep up his mask; any minute now it will fall down. He'll give in to his emotions and ignore logic.
"Why do you have to be so persistant?" he said.
"Because I like you a lot and I don't want to lose something that I know can be great."
"You're serious about this. Hn...I think I always knew this moment would come, ever since I met you. Even then I was attracted to you. You were uniquely beautiful. I told myself to stop falling for you, but I couldn't. Then you kept talking to me and...I enjoyed our conversations very much."
I was blushing. He thinks I'm beautiful? A compliment coming out of his mouth felt amazing to hear.
"Slowly, I started to anticipate our little talks. I tried to ignore the voice in my head that told me what I was doing was wrong. Somedays it was insufferable. I was battling with myself," Sasuke said, taking a pause. "For once I'm going to do what I want to do, although this could cost me my job. I don't want you to have a bad impression of me. I've never done anything like this before."
"Neither have I," I said. He smiled.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that," he said, brushing strands of hair off my forehead. "You're just so different Sakura."
"Hm?"
"I've never met a girl like you before who's been so focused and smart. Sometimes I have to remind myself you're only seventeen," Sasuke said.
And...um...how old are you?" I asked.
"Twenty-five," he said.
I did the math in my head. Eight. He's only eight years older than me. My dad was only four years older than my mom when they got married.
"Does it bother you?" he said.
"Actually, no, it doesn't," I answered.
"Sakura, you do understand we have to keep us a secret," Sasuke said all of a sudden. "We just can't go out in public places. It'd be too risky. So think twice about it, do you want to do this?"
I didn't need to think about it. I knew. "Yes, absolutely," I said, smiling. I was ecstatic. This was finally happening! "I want to do this so much." Sasuke smiled before kissing me on the cheek. I think he was still a little hesitant.
"Can I...?" he said. I nodded my head as, this time, we shared a gentle kiss. His lips were electrifying me to my very core. My body felt like it was a single nerve with no end. The kiss lasted only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. I was on cloud nine. No, cloud ten, if such a thing even exists. "This is crazy," he whispered. "A good crazy, you know?"
"Yeah," I whispered back, loving the feel of his arms around me.
"I never meant to take things these far."
"You still meant to take them."
--
I found myself touching my lips that evening, knowing Sasuke had kissed them. It was all I could do to remind myself that what happened this afternoon in his classroom was real. This wasn't some daydream that I configured in my head.
My fingertips briefly brushed along my lips, but my dad noticed. And he thought my behavior was weird. "Uh, Sakura, is there something you want to tell me?" he asked, putting down his knife. We were eating steak.
"No. Why do you ask?" I said, trying not to be nervous. Rarely do I ever keep something this BIG from my dad. He's one of my confidants and I sometimes go to him for advice.
"Well, sweetie, you're behaving quite odd tonight. Is there something wrong with your lips? You keep touching them. Are they swollen?" dad said.
"No, they're not swollen," I answered.
"They don't look chapped either."
I was trying to think of a reason for my strange behavior. "You know, it's this new lipbalm I've been using. It makes my lips super soft and, well, I just can't stop feeling them," I said, smiling.
"Oh. Well, that's good," he said, cutting into his steak again. Juices seeped out of the meat as he did so.
"How was work?" I said, changing subjects.
"Hectic as ever. But on the bright side, my case is almost over," dad replied. I nodded, letting him know I was listening.
After dinner, I reclined to my room. I laid down on my bed, sighing loudly in content. I must be the happiest girl in the world. And nothing no one says can take my happiness away.
I grabbed my pillow and hugged it, pretending it was Sasuke. It was so soft in my arms. "Oh Sasuke...," I murmured, burying my face into it. I could detect the slight scent of him on my shirt where he held me. I let go of my pillow and sat up. I wanted to wow him tomorrow.
I ransacked through my closet and picked out a denim skirt I hardly even wear and a nice forget-me-not blue blouse. I would partner that with my black flats. Perfect. Now all I need is make-up.
I walked over to my vanity table and sat down, starting to apply make-up on my face, just to see how I would look for tomorrow. I was coating my lids with a dark blue eyeshadow when my dad entered my room, checking up on me.
"How are yo- Sakura! What did you do to yourself?" he said, his hand still clutching the doorknob.
"What?" I said, turning my head around to face him. "You don't like the way I did my make-up?"
"It's just that...I'm not a make-up expert, but...don't you think you put on a bit too much?" dad said, struggling to find his words.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My face was caked with foundation, my eyeliner made me look trampy, the blue eyeshadow was too overpowering, and my red lipstick was so not my shade. It gave my skin a washed-out hue. I gasped. I looked horrible! What was I thinking? I grabbed a handful of tissues as I wiped my face.
"Why do I even bother?" I said as I fought back tears. I'm a girl (practically a young woman) and I can't even put on make-up.
"Don't cry Sakura," dad said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"I know looks aren't everything, but...," I said, tears falling down. Damn. "...I at least want to look nice." For Sasuke.
"But you already look nice. Why don't you take all that glob off your face and see for yourself. Eh?" dad said encouragingly. I nodded my head and wiped away my make-up and tears. When I was done, my dad smiled. "See? There's my pretty little girl again."
"I'm not a little girl anymore dad," I said.
"I guess you're right," he said. "You're blossoming into a beautiful young lady. And me- I'm getting older." There was a tint of sadness in his voice. "It's times like these that I wish you had a woman in your life. To show you how to do your make-up and talk to you about girl stuff."
"Like the monthly visit from Aunt Dot," I added, remembering the awkward and embarrassing talk my dad gave me when I was twelve. I already knew about it, but at the time, I still hadn't gotten my period.
"Dad, don't beat yourself up about it. I think you did a great job raising me," I said, standing up from the chair I was sitting on.
"It's just...I feel like I failed you somehow," he said.
"No," I shook my head," you haven't. You've given me everything I've ever wanted and you try so hard to be a good dad and mom for me." Then I hugged him and started to cry because as much as I love him, I miss my mom.
--
This is pure torture, and I love it. Sasuke is being so sneaky. Right now he's stealing glances at me during class. No one is noticing this, thank god.
I want so badly to feel his lips on mine again. I think I'm addicted to him now. Just one taste, and I already want more. I want him.
I looked up and caught his eye. I gave him a small smile, then looked away. It's like a small game we have- who can sneak a glance at the other person in the shortest time? These things have to be quick because it can't be obvious to anyone else. So far I'm winning. And I think I know what my prize is...
As Sasuke was talking, he walked in and out of the rows of desks, explaining the debates we were going to have in about two weeks. When he neared my desk, he descreetly dropped a folded note on my notebook. I quickly grabbed it and placed it on my lap, opening it.
Sakura,
Wait for me in your car afterschool. I'll go to you when it's safe.
I folded the note back and put it in my skirt's pocket. Already I feel excited. My skin was tingling in anticipation.
--
Lunch was a daze. I tried to follow Hinata and Naruto's conversation, but my head wasn't in it. I couldn't stop thinking about Sasuke. I guess I've become one of those love sick girls that I've read in magazines.
"...pick out a dog. I want a small one, though," Hinata said.
"Yeah. Sure, we can go tomorrow or something," Naruto said. "What are you going to name it?"
"Well...I'm not sure. What do you think Sakura?" Hinata asked me.
I turned to look at her. "Yes?"
She sighed. "Were you even listening?"
"No. Sorry," I said.
"Well, what do you think I should name my dog?" Hinata said.
I had no idea she was even thinking about getting a dog. When did this happen? Damn, I should really not space off like that. "Umm...I don't know. But I've always liked the name Chester for a dog," I replied.
"Chester? Hmm...I guess that's a good name," Hinata said. She hates it. She's just being polite. I don't mind though. I feel bad for totally zoning out on her like that. And this isn't the first time it's happened.
"You know what's a good name for a dog?" Naruto said. "Kiba."
"Naruto! That wasn't nice," Hinata said as I tried to supress my giggles.
"What? I'm just telling the truth," he said.
Hinata wagged a plastic fork at him as she said," Kiba's a cool guy. I don't know why you dislike him so much."
Naruto looked offended. "I don't dislike him. I just dislike the fact that he's trying to get with you. Me and Kiba, we were actually good buddies. Until he started to have a crush on you."
"What?! You guys aren't talking to each other because of me? That's stupid," Hinata said.
"How is that stupid?" Naruto asked. By this time, I knew it was best not to get involved. Although they were making it hard for me to eat my lunch in peace.
"It just is," Hinata said.
"Why do you want a dog anyway?" Naruto said. "Is it because you want to go dogwalking with Kiba and his dog. Is that it?"
"Naruto, what are you talking about? Stop being so paranoid."
"I'm not paranoid!"
"Right now you are."
"Sakura, tell her I'm not being paranoid," Naruto said.
"...uh...," I said.
"Sakura, tell him he's being jealous," Hinata said.
"..." Not getting involved. Not getting involved.
"I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be jealous," he said.
"Yeah, I get that. But you're not supposed to be so paranoid. So what if Kiba likes me? I love you, and isn't being your girlfriend proof enough?" Hinata said, blushing by now. I nudged Naruto with my elbow, letting him know he had to say an apology. Without me, he'd be clueless sometimes.
"Hinata, look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overreacted. And I trust Kiba, kinda. He's not the type of guy that steals other guy's girlfriends. At least, I don't think he is," he said, pondering a bit on that. Hinata and I laughed.
"Naruto, it's okay. Don't burst your brains thinking too hard about it," I said, my laughter subsiding.
"What?" Naruto said, then..."Hey!"
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BBRRRIIIIINNNGGG!!
Music to my ears. Who knew the sound of the bell could create such excitement in me? School is finally over.
I walked over to the parking lot and got into my car. At first, I just sat there, watching students drive home. But then that got kinda tiresome so I turned on my radio. After about twenty minutes later (I was worried, thinking he'd forgotten) I heard a knock on my window. It was Sasuke. His car was parked beside mine. I rolled my window down, smiling at him.
"Sorry for taking so long," he said. The parking lot was empty, so we were safe.
"It's okay," I answered, turning off the radio.
"I didn't know you liked country," Sasuke said, raising an eyebrow.
"Nickelback isn't country," I said. He nodded his head. "So, where are we going?"
Sasuke smiled."It's a surprise. Just follow me, but try to keep a few cars between us."
"Okay," I said. He walked over to his car, got in, and drove. I dutifully followed him, wondering where he was going to take me. I mean, where could we go? There'd be a chance someone from school would see us. Unless we went to the next town or something.
After twenty minutes of driving, I finally saw where we were heading. Sasuke turned left onto a dirt road and beyond that was a field of tulips- pink, yellow, and purple ones. I let my mouth hang open; it was so beautiful.
Sasuke parked his car and got out, a smile on his face. "So, what do you think? Do you like it?"
"Yeah," I said, unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out of my car. "This place is so lovely. How'd you find it?"
"My mother took me here when I was a kid. Sometimes Itachi, my brother, would tag along as well. We would spend hours playing here. It used to be a park some thirty or forty years ago, but they demolished it and built a new one somewhere else. Now this place is forgotten," he said, looking at the lost beauty of the field. I stood next to him and tried to picture him as a little boy. I couldn't.
"Sakura," he said, turning to me. "How do you feel about a picnic?"
"Right now? Sure," I replied, slightly taken aback. "Wait, did you make the food?"
"No," Sasuke said.
"Oh. Good. At least I know it's not poisoned," I said. He smirked.
"I don't know why every woman assumes that men can't cook," he said. I smiled. He was probably a bad cook.
Sasuke went to his car and took out a picnic blanket and some containers, and two water bottles. He handed me the blanket and told me to pick a nice spot. I chose a spot surrounded by yellow tulips, then he set up the food. I watched him as he served me potato salad, little hand sandwiches, fruit salad, and...tomato slices. He was being a gentleman, but...
"Wow, you're like obsessed with tomatoes," I said. He laughed- God, how I love his laugh.
"So you've noticed," Sasuke said. "Yeah, I have a weird fetish for tomatoes." He patted to the ground next to him. "Why don't you sit down?"
"...umm...," I said, aware that I was wearing a skirt. I sat down oddly, my legs beneath me, almost like I was kneeling in prayer. I grabbed a plate and started to eat one of the sandwiches. It occurred to me that Sasuke and I were on a date, kinda.
"Tell me something about you. Something that no one knows about," Sasuke said, looking at me.
"Well...I have a tattoo of a butterfly on my lower back. My dad would freak out if he saw it," I said. "How about you?"
"Hmm...in the 7th grade I got suspended for smoking," he said. My eyes bugged out of my head. "I was a wild teenager, trying to rebel against my parents."
"Why?" I asked. I inched closer towards him, but my shoulder bumped into his. "Sorry."
"Don't be," he said. "Why did I rebel? I guess it was beacuse my parents expected so much from me and I didn't want to live in my brother's shadow. I shouldn't have gone about it that way, but at the time it felt like the right thing to do."
"But I thought you and your brother were cool?" I said.
"We were. There was some sibling jealousy, but we got along fine. I just wanted my own identity."
"And I thought I was bad, getting one lousy tattoo," I said, taking a sip from my water bottle.
Five minutes later, when we were done eating, we walked around. He held my hand and told me some of his childhood stories. Me- I was happy to just be with him.
"Oh, look, there's a ladybug on your shirt," I said, using my finger to take it off (I didn't want to kill it). It flew away and then I noticed how close I was to Sasuke. He noticed too, because he started to lean his face toward mine. I slowly closed my eyes as I felt his lips on mine. My hands crawled from his chest to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He had his hands on my back, his fingertips slowly digging into me.
Sasuke bit my lower lip and I knew he was asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue enter. It felt soft and wet against mine; it felt amazing. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth, caressing it. I let out a small moan and I could feel Sasuke pulling me closer towards him.
We stopped for oxygen. Our breathing was hitched and my lips tingled from the heat of his kiss. We looked at each other, not saying anything. Sasuke still held me closley and I could feel his heart beating against mine. "Can you feel it?" I asked him, referring to my heartbeat. He nodded his head.
I smiled. "Years from now I want to remember this moment," I whispered into the crook of his neck. I breathed him in. He smelled like the forest.
"Sakura...," Sasuke said after a while. I looked up at him. "It's time to go. The sun's almost going to set. I wish we could stay longer, but..." He gave me one last kiss.
"Oh Sasuke, do we have to leave right now?" I said, not wanting to let go of him just yet. He sighed.
"Please be reasonable. We need to be careful about this...about us," Sasuke said.
"But no one suspects a thing," I said.
"I know. And I want to keep it that way," he said, touching my cheek. "We have to keep our meetings short."
"Meetings?" I said, frowning at his poor word choice.
"Would you be happier if I said dates?" he said. Again, that wonderful smirk.
"Yes," I said coyly,"but I would be much happier if you gave me one more kiss."
This kiss was different. More urgent. More passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck and welcomed his tongue into my mouth. Sasuke's hands were on my waist and, my god, does he know how to kiss! And it dawned on me that this was the closest I've been near a guy- we were practically glued to each other!
Hm, this feels good.
I feel safe...I feel warm.
...his lips...are so soft..
My thoughts were incomplete and irrational. This kiss was consuming me. All I cared about wa-
...sweet...
I never noticed...how sweet he tastes...he tastes...good...he tastes so good...
Sasuke slowly pulled away regretfully, but he had to. Besides, I hadn't called my dad to let him know where I was. And dinner! Where was my mind today? I completely forgot to make dinner. Shit.
"I-I have to go. My dad's probably worried," I said, running a hand through my hair. "I had a great time though. Bye." Then I gave Sasuke a peck on the cheek as I dashed to my car. I turned on the ignition and as I drove away, I turned my head around and saw Sasuke waving. I waved back.
--
"Dad, I'm home!" I called out as I entered the house.
"Sakura?" he said, coming down the stairs. "There you are. I was so worried, and you didn't pick up your phone." Of course not. I turned it off so nothing could interrupt Sasuke and I.
"Sorry about that. I was with Hinata and Naruto at the arcade and...well, I guess we lost track of time," I lied. I hate lying. Especially to my dad. I don't know how I managed to pull it off, though.
"Okay, but call next time," dad said, ruffling my hair a bit. "I made spaghetti, if you want some."
"Um...no thanks. I think I'll pass on that," I said, knowing how bad my dad's culinary skills were. "I'll just eat cereal or something."
"Okay. (yawn) Well, I'm going to bed. I've been so tired today," he said. "Good night."
" 'Night," I said, making my way to the kitchen. Once I got there, I let out a big sigh of relief. And when that moment passed, I smiled. Today was perfect.
--End of Chapter Five--
A/N: Well, there you have it. Next time, we'll try to update more constantly.