Trial and Error – Chapter One
Brownie points for anyone who can notice the mistake from last chapter. ;)
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From: Sasuke (:
Go out with me?
My heart has literally stopped. Okay, not really, but seriously! Ignoring that it's a freaking text message and it's three in the morning and my head hurts from waking up, I'm in heaven. Because Uchiha-freaking-Sasuke just asked me out. Me! Which means Ino's prediction of us getting together, then dating through high school and university, getting married, and having little babies that are just as gorgeous as Sasuke is being set into motion. So even though I'm weird and totally don't deserve him, this is a once in a lifetime chance, and I can't let it pass me by.
To: Sasuke
Hell yes. (:
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One week. That's how long it's been since she sent that message. And I don't understand it really. It's not typical Sakura. There was no lengthy reasoning. No profuse apologizing. No asking to "just be friends." She just cut the tie swiftly, and as quickly as possible.
I admit… I never imagined this happening. Things were going good. We were happy. At least, I thought so. Apparently that wasn't the case. To be honest, I expected her to text the next morning saying how much she regretted the decision, how she wanted to go back in time, how she still wanted an "us."
But there's been nothing. And I'll never admit it to anyone… but it kills me.
She was… everything. And now she's gone. I messed up – that's what we usually fight over. But what she didn't know wasn't supposed to hurt her. She was never supposed to find out.
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Two weeks. It's too weird for my phone to not be vibrating every few minutes with messages from her. I should really erase her number. Then maybe I would stop getting the idea of texting her.
For God's Sake, she dumped me. Me. Uchiha Sasuke, getting dumped by the girl of my… not really dreams. The girl that had all of my heart, though. But whatever. I'm over it. That's history. I can move on.
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Three weeks. She won't even look at me when we pass in the halls. Whenever we do make eye contact, she turns away so quickly – like she's disgusted to even see my face. Okay, I lied. Definitely not over her. I need her. I don't know what I did to make us fall apart, but I need her back in my life. Tch. That sounds so desperate and needy. But it's true. So damn true.
But if I'm going to get her back, I'll need help. Someone who's known her for a long time. Someone who's good at planning. Someone who's able to get me inside her mind.
Which gives me one choice… And I really don't want to go down that alley, but I've got nothing else to lose really. Besides my dignity.
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The phone rings. Once. Twice. Maybe she's screening my calls. Or she's busy getting her hair done. Thrice. Or her nails or some other girly thing. I should just hang up and forget about it. Really, just shut off the damn phone. Right… now-
"What do you want?"
I really hate girls. I mean, really. They're so annoying. But this one in particular is probably the biggest pain in the ass on the planet.
"Excuse me, but I asked you a question, asshole. There's such thing as caller ID and I know it's you, so don't even think about hanging up. Actually, feel free to do that. And after you do, go shove your chicken-assed head in the oven. Or better yet, I hope your balls rot off. Slowly and painfully for that matter…"
See?
"I bet you're not even listening to me. I don't know why you called, and we've been on the phone for five minutes. Five minutes that I could have been doing something useful. I mean, I could have just won that bid on eBay for those adorable shoes I've wanted –"
"Yamanaka. I need your help." Uchihas aren't supposed to ask for help. Especially not from blond-haired, blue-eyed girls that hate our guts with a burning passion.
"Oh, and what could the great and mighty Uchiha need my help with?" Yeah, definitely a pain in the ass. "Because, frankly, your ice-cold heart and that giant pole up your fucking ass make it a very unappealing idea. I mean, why should I help the asshole that broke my best friend's goddamn heart a million times over and over and over and –"
"I want to fix it."
"Then go ahead and try, you prick."
"… I don't know how."
"Go figure! I mean, you two are together for almost two years – two whole fucking years, Uchiha! – and you don't even know how to talk to her. You don't even know how many times she cried over you. Did she even mean anything at all? Or was she just a nice piece of ass? Because, frankly, I'm not about to let you go in and ruin whatever is left of her hopes and dreams. You treat her like shit – like she's not worth a damn thing – and now you expect her to come flying back to you? I mean, seriously, what the hell? So if your stupid ego has been damaged – because, hey, you got dumped! – then I don't give a shit about you –"
"Damn it, Yamanaka, listen to me. I don't know what the hell you think this is like, but I fucking miss her. And it kills me that she's not around anymore. I'm a piece of shit, an asshole, a prick, whatever you want to call me, but I need her. And I'm asking you to help me get her back."
That finally got her to shut her mouth. Admittedly, it's the longest thing she's ever heard me say. I'm really not one for words. Actions are worth more in my book. But there's no other way to get through to this girl without practically yelling.
"Was that just a confession?" Oh god no… Calling her was just a fucking mistake, because now she's going to be all… "A confession of undying love? From you? Oh my god, Uchiha, if you wanted help you should have just said something when you first called! That would have saved a lot of time! Say it again, please? I need to get that recorded for future reference."
"Yamanaka… I swear to fucking god I'll hang up."
"Chill your pants, boy. You said you want my help, right?"
"Ah…"
"So that means we play things by my rules, buddy. From now on, you listen to what I say, do as I tell you, and maybe – just maybe – you'll win your girl back. Got it?"
"Whatever."
"Fuck you, Uchiha. Don't pretend like you're not excited. Because really, I fucking hate your guts right now. And this is doing you a huge favor. So, I'll ask again – got it?"
"Yeah. Got it."
"Good boy! Now, meet me at the fountain tomorrow during break and we'll discuss the mission plans!"
Girls make everything into a big thing – blowing everything out of fucking proportion. "Mission…?"
"Yes, sir! Operation: Win Sakura Back! OWSB for short, of course. Cause, to be honest, it's going to take a lot of work to convince her to trust you again. I mean, you did mess things up pretty bad. But we'll see, we'll see. So! For tomorrow, we'll need a notebook, coffee, my pretty pink gel pen, toilet paper, duct tape, and maybe those fuzzy handcuffs in the back of your closet. And um…"
"Thank you." And then I hang up. Because she was getting really fucking annoying.
My phone vibrated, signaling a text message. My eyes flashed to the screen, hoping it would be from Sak– but no.
From: Yamanaka
YOU FUCKING JACKASS. IM HELPING YOU – YOU DO NOT FUCKING HANG UP ON ME NEXT TIME, GOT IT? But be ready for tomorrow! Kthxbai ;)
Let the torture begin…
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Whee! Another chapter! I'm actually surprised that this has gotten a good amount of interest. I heart you guys. Now, to clarify...
The chapter begins with a flashback from Sakura. And then the rest of the story is narrated through Sasu-cakes. Yes, I admit I do not know what boys actually think in those little heads of theirs, but it's fun trying. So Sasuke will be *gasp* something other than a stoic asshole *ungasp* If you don't like it that much, let me know how I can improve, yeah? Ino rants a lot because that's how best friends tend to be in these kinds of situations. I do apologize for the - maybe? - ridiculous amount of italics and emphasis and junk. Parts in bold are text messages.
Reviewers get to join Sasuke with his fuzzy handcuffs! ;)