My Despicable Girlfriend
By:Azn-Gurl868
Summary: Sasuke meets Sakura who is dealing with the pain of breaking up with her fiancée. Before knowing it, Sasuke is chained to the aggressive and delusional woman that is Sakura. They develop a relationship where Sasuke is the ragdoll of all her doings-switching him shoes when her feet hurt while wearing high heels, telling him to jump in the water to check out deep it is... But the question was: Did fate want them to be together?
Chapter 3 – Pink Haemorrhage
Sasuke sat slumped in his seat in the lecture hall at his University the next afternoon, listening to the Tiller King Company representative drone on about dealerships in the fifty states of the USA. He studied the graphs on the screen, taking notes occasionally. Sasuke had been waiting for the Tiller King Representative to come particularly because he planned to be working under that company. It was the same company his Father worked for for over thirty years. His parents practically planned—even before Sasuke's birth—that he was to work under the same company. Even though the man speaking was a bore, he paid attention unlike more than half of the students in the room.
The entrance door clicked open, and then slammed. The professor continued speaking, and Sasuke stared down at the notebook in front of him. The professor suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his speech.
Sasuke was taken by surprise when he lifted his head. He saw the same pink-haired woman talking to the professor in a hushed tone. He ducked in his seat, hoping that he would disappear from the face of the earth for just a moment. She couldn't see him, right? He didn't want her to. What was she doing there? Was she in his class? Was she looking for him?
"Oh please… Oh please… Oh please…" he muttered, begging the Gods.
Sakura handed the professor a note. The old man took out his reading glasses and read it for a moment and then patted her on the shoulder afterwards. It was like he was comforting her. She pursed her lips, nodding. He turned towards the students.
"Is there a Uchiha Sasuke in this room?" he asked, his voice echoing.
Everyone around him whispered to each other and looked around the crowd of students. Sasuke reluctantly raised his hand and stood from his seat, biting his tongue. To his dismay, luck wasn't on his side yet again.
"Yes, sir."
"I think you better go with this young lady."
She waved at him behind the professor's back with a smile, mocking almost.
"I don't believe that would be necessary," Sasuke said, feeling all eyes on him.
"Oh, Mr. Uchiha, I think you should. Now, if there is anything we prize at the Tiller King Company, is a man with the strength to take responsibility for his own actions," the professor told him with a stern look, his jaw tight.
Regardless of not knowing what he meant, Sasuke packed his items and proceeded down the stairs and out in the hall where Sakura wandered to. If people's stares shot lasers, his back would have been on fire.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded as soon as the doors behind him were closed.
Sakura giggled, walking backwards as she faced him. "Come play with me! It's a beautiful day."
He shook his head. The girl was a lunatic. "No, first of all, I was in the middle of a—"
"I took care of that," she said, grinning.
"What did that note say?"
She looked away, puckering her mouth. "Mmm… nothing."
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The look he gave her was unfaltering and bore into her own eyes. "What did the note say, Sakura?"
She took a deep breath and stood completely still. The rest came out in a rush. "It said that I found out that I'm pregnant with your baby."
"YOU'RE WHAT?" he screamed, his voice echoing down the hall. He clenched his fists and paced, wondering what the consequences would be if he tied her up, taped her mouth shut and shipped her to the Arctic.
"Shh! Don't yell! It'll make it worse!" She peeked around his shoulder to see the representative's face peering out in the hallway at them.
"Do you have any idea what you just did? That was the Tiller King representative. That was my future in there! Of all the lies you could have said…" He could not stress it enough. Sasuke felt like hitting her on the head would move her brain around and make her think.
She gasped, covering her mouth. "Really? My bad…"
Clenching his jaw, he turned away from her and headed back in the lecture room. He planned to explain to the professor about his misunderstanding and how a crazy chick was following him around and everything was her doing.
"Well, fine! But as practical matter, Sasuke, you really can't go back in there now. So you might as well spend the rest of the day with me!" she called back behind him.
He froze on his steps, growling under his breath. He hated it that she was right. It would only confuse the man, and it wasn't like he could go back to his seat and expect the representative continue his lecture like he wasn't just punked by a girl who didn't even go to this school.
Sasuke hesitated before he turned around and let her drag him away.
Sometimes people started relationships, but sometimes relationships started you. That was how theirs began: with drunkenness, imprisonment, lies and destruction of a lifelong dream.
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"Peddle faster! Faster!" Sakura shrieked as Sasuke drove on a bicycle around the park's fountain in circles while Sakura and the carraige owner sat in the carriage. The man counted the money Sakura gladly gave him to let Sasuke on the bike.
Next, they visited the ice rink and skated. Well, Sasuke was skating. He was dragging Sakura as she clutched his arm. Sasuke made his way to the edge of the rink, as soon as his entire right arm was no longer circulating blood.
She beamed, pulling up the corners of his mouth with her fingers. "Smile, would do?" Sakura tugged him away toward the rink.
"I'm tired," he reasoned, scowling. He was wondering what harm it would do to his reputation if he missed two days of school. "Go if you want."
Sakura pondered for a moment before getting out a notebook from her bag. "My eyes have only seen this, so consider yourself lucky that you get to read it."
He found it odd that he didn't even ask to read it in the first place, so why would she be giving it to him? "What is it?"
"It's a movie script. I like to write them on my own free time. I call them 'treatments.'"
She handed the notebook slowly to him, as if hesitating because she thought he was going to run away with it. He took it, flipping meticulously to the first page. The word "Untitled" was scribbled on the top. Sasuke began reading, finding himself absorbed and yet confused at the same time. She went back to skating with a smile.
"Turn the page already!" she said after rounding the rink for the fifth time.
"Give me a minute," he said without looking up.
"Parrots read faster than you!"
He frowned at her, turning his back, as if shooing her off. "I need to concentrate."
Sakura tried to peek around his shoulder, seeing if he was at the good part of the script. He annoyed her by covering her view and swaying every time she tried to look around him. Giving up, she leaned back against the railings, watching the group of men playing Hockey for a moment. They laughed with rough voices, slamming their sticks against the ice. With her eagle-eyes, she spotted a man who knew his cigarette aside on the rink.
"Hey!" she shouted while skating towards the man. She was immediately frustrated. He looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "Excuse me. Don't throw your cigarette on the ice like that!"
The man chuckled. "Why don't you have me arrested then?"
"I'll do better than that!"
Sasuke turned to see the commotion. Sakura had snatched the man's hockey stick and began hitting him on the leg with it.
"How about that, huh?" Sakura said, following him as he tried to skate away.
"Ow! What the hell's your problem?" the man demanded from the delusional woman.
"You're the only one here who's smoking!"
Because of the scene she caused, the families that were gathered in the rink turned to watch the petite pink-haired girl beat a six foot man. They had stopped mid-frame at anything they were doing. One boy was in frozen in the middle of tying his shoes. Glad he wasn't a part of it, Sasuke shook his head and turned back around to read her script…
The heroine Rose has travelled back in time to try advert the Titanic disaster, but none of the pig-headed men of the shipping company have listened to her plead. So the ship has sailed anyway and crashed into the iceberg all over again, proving Rose's theory that men never learn, they just keep on making the same mistakes over and over again, but each time in nicer pants…
"All I want you to do is pick up the cigarette!"
"Get away from me! You're nuts!"
"Pick it up!"
The man bolted ahead quickly, making a sharp turn as Sakura trailed behind him. Unfortunately, she couldn't make the turn fast enough and headed straight for Sasuke who still had his back turned. She called his name, but he didn't acknowledge her voice fast enough before the stick made contact with the side of his head, knocking him on the ground.
"Oh my god! Are you okay?" she asked, jumping over the railing to him. She stared at his body that was sprawled on the cement, considering for a second that she might have killed him.
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Sakura paid a hobo who was pushing a stolen shopping cart around four hundred thousand yen to give her his cart. The guy happily took it without hesitation, skipping down the road like he won the lottery. He was about to treat his friends with booze. She emptied the cart from grocery bags and pushed it back to the skating rink and helped Sasuke get on it. She couldn't physically carry a grown man. He grasped his head, groaning from the pain as he leaned back.
"Is your head okay?" she asked. "I'm so sorry!"
"I hear a hum." He asked himself if that was normal.
She thought about distracting him so he could forget about the pain. "What… did you think about the treatment?"
Sasuke managed to think through the blood-pounding pain on his head. "It's based on the Titanic, so it's a love story, right?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's not a love story, Sasuke. It's a story about how men can't handle big trouble."
"Well, I think people are still going to want to see them kiss."
"Maybe people shouldn't always get what they want."
He snickered. She was the opposite of any woman he knew who would rather waste a box of tissues crying through a romance movie than to watch a good action flick. "Hn," was all he said.
"Look, don't patronize me, Sasuke, okay? You know what? Like I care what you think anyway," she said, shouting next to his ear.
He shifted in the cart so that he was facing her in order to talk to her face. "You know what, Sakura? You're… a very complicated specie. And the last three days have been the most interesting—if not painful—days of my life. But my brain is haemorrhaging and my career is ruined and I just think it's better if we part ways," he said with no emotion on his voice. It was firm and strict, like stating logical facts.
Sasuke got off the cart in one fluid motion, making his way down the street, still holding on to his head.
To her dismay, Sakura realized he in a way broke up with her although they weren't actually together in a relationship. "Ha!" she laughed once. "Your head will clot." Sakura ditched the cart and ran to him, taking his arm. "Did you think that maybe you were meant for better than a career with the Tiller King Company?"
He looked at her like she said the stupidest thing he heard. "No!"
Sakura looked to her right, pointing to big black gates. Sasuke realized they were in front of her house. "Here!"
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He had found out minutes ago that Sakura's father had a career in the medical field which explained the huge house and their personal doorman. Maids even greeted him on his way in with Sakura. She called them casually by first name like they were good ol' pals from way back. He found it amusing when she told the maids to "take a hike" when a group of them swooned over Sasuke's good looks. Sasuke sat awkwardly in front of Doctor Haruno's desk in his home clinic. Being a doctor, the man also had one in his own house as if he knew his daughter would need to use it one day, being accident-prone and all.
"You're fine. You may have headaches for a while," the doctor said without looking up from a chart.
No shit, Sasuke thought.
He looked up at him, his glasses sliding down his nose. "Take Tylenol, not Advil. And don't go to sleep tonight. You have a level one concussion, just in case," Doctor Haruno instructed.
"…Okay."
He cleared his throat, putting away the x-rays of his head. "And I think it would be best if you stop seeing my daughter again."
Sasuke raised one slim eyebrow. "Speaking as her father or my doctor?"
Meanwhile, Sakura pressed her ear against the door from the outside, eavesdropping.
The man looked at him with undoubtedly seriousness in his eyes, his hands folded underneath his chin and his elbows on the table. "Sakura tells me that you're the young man that brought her home the other night."
"I am."
"It seems to me that whenever you two get together, someone becomes separated from his senses. You're obviously a bad influence on her," he said in a goodnight-and-take-care kind of voice.
Sasuke scoffed. "I'm the bad influence?" He could not even begin to describe the chaos she caused. The police getting him arrested, someone having to tell him to get out of an art gallery, telling a lie to a Tiller King representative, getting pounded on the head with a hockey stick…
"Would you disagree?" the doctor challenged.
He pursed his lips. Sasuke had a lot to say. They weren't even going out. She only decided to drag him along to her own fun. Despite wanting to rant, he said, "No sir. I would not. Thank you." He thought it be wiser to end it at that.
Sasuke stood up to bow at him as they departed ways, hoping to never seeing him again in the case of another injury. It felt like he would chew his head of if they ever met again. He left the office and found Sakura leaning casually against the door, looking suspicious to him. He didn't say a word and proceeded down the stairs and out the door.
Outside he was hailing for a taxi with his hand in the air. Sakura sat on the cement next to him. She was pouting.
"Sorry about my dad," she began. "Ever since the fiancée thing he's been really overprotective and—"
He cut her off. "Save it. He's your dad. He's looking out for you."
A taxi slowed, stopping next to Sasuke.
"Bye," she said, sighing.
He reached for the handle, but was surprised when Sakura wrapped her thin arms around his torso. He froze on the spot, feeling her body heat mix with his. "Take care of your head," she mumbled into his coat before she ran back into her house without another glance or word.
Hazily, he opened the door and got in, not looking back this time.
"11th Avenue."
AN: Just something you should know: There's going to be a lot of time gaps and time skips in this story, so I apologize if you get lost. I'll try to make it clear as possible. I've still got things planned for this story, so this is not the end. Sorry for the dull ending. It's almost the same as the last chapter. The next chapters will be interesting, I promise.