Trial and Error – Chapter Two
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Two minutes has suddenly morphed into five. And then five minutes turns to ten. Okay, so maybe I'm a little bit obsessive, but so what? It's a text. Text-freaking-message. Instant communication is the goal. Meaning that responses should come within like, two minutes - five at the very most. Or at least, that's how long it takes when you're talking to someone you really care about…
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An hour. The waiting kills me. It's not that I would mind it if he said something about being busy for a little bit, but he just stops responding in the middle of a conversation. And then, low and behold, an hour and twenty-one minutes later, he'll continue back as if no time had passed.
From: Sasuke 3
Yeah. I'm bored too.
It fucking hurts. A lot.
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Possibly the worst idea in the world? Agreeing to let that… psycho blonde "help me." Forget possibly – it was definitely a bad idea. I should have known she wouldn't be capable of keeping that mouth of hers shut. As soon as I walked onto the school grounds, I was attacked by another annoying blonde. Only, I didn't have to try and impress this one.
"Oi, teme!" Naruto is as loud and obnoxious as ever. But people like him. And even though I'll probably never admit it out loud, he's a good friend to have. Even if he's an energetic, obnoxious, happy-go-lucky, ramen-loving idiot. "Make any progress on your secret mission to win back the heart of the one and only Sakura-chan?"
"Dobe. Get off me. Now." This is exactly why I should have just kept it to myself. With the two of them, it's only a matter of time before the whole damn school hears about it.
"Is that any way to treat the future Hokage? I think not, you bastard!" His yelling didn't even attract any stares – people have gotten too familiar with his voice. "But really, Ino told me about what happened, and I think –"
"Tch. Not now." The hallways are packed, per usual, but I can't help scanning the sea of heads for a particular pink one. Not really that hard to spot her – she's grabbing multiple textbooks and shoving them into her bag until it's stuffed. Typical behavior.
"But, Sasuke-teme, this is your precious love life that's in jeopardy!" He winked at a few girls that fluttered their eyelashes at him. "Well, actually, your love went down the shitter a while ago. Did it even exist in the first place?"
Self-control is something I have a good hold of. Uchichas must always be composed. But I swear I could have castrated this moron a hundred times before.
"Look, I don't have time for you now." Sakura had shut her locker tight and started weaving through the herd of on-coming students to get to her first period class.
"Ne, teme, if you're so caught up in getting her back, why don't you just talk to her? I mean, you never did it before, and maybe that's why she, well, you know…"
I had thought about that before, but Sakura's a smart girl. She knows what she wants, and she's not usually that shy about talking about it. Especially in our relationship – it seems like she was always talking about her feelings and all that stuff. It did get sort of annoying at points, but I always listened. At least, I thought I did.
"Tch. Things aren't that easy." Because, seriously, things were never easy or simple when it came to that girl.
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English Literature is required, because otherwise, no one would take it. It's really that bad. But today, the time seemed to go by much too quickly. Probably because meeting that blonde at break is one of the last things on my list of things to look forward to.
But she's important. Getting Sakura's best friend to stop hating me would probably be a wise idea, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. Because I don't. At all.
The school is built in a U-shape with a courtyard in the gap. I wait five minutes after the bell rings to start walking out to meet Yamanaka. She's notorious for being late, and there was no way that I'd just stand around waiting for her.
"Uchiha!" She glares at me, puffing out her cheeks when I don't respond. Sakura would always pout – maybe it's a girl thing. "You know, normally, when a person greets someone, they greet them back and ask 'how are you?' or say something like 'you look nice' or maybe even 'it's so nice that you're taking time to help me get back the greatest girl I'll ever meet in my entire life, who I let slip away because I'm also the world's largest asshole.' You know?"
I'll repeat for the nth time – pain in the fucking ass. "Just get to the point. Please."
While I can tell she wants to rant a bit more, she – for the first time – keeps her mouth shut. Only to make way for a malicious-looking smirk.
"Uchiha Sasuke." She pulls a purple notebook from her bag and begins to flip through the pages. "You, sir, royally fucked up. Now, as you do seem quite emotionally constipated, I thought you'd need more help than the regular person to work things out in that pretty little head of yours. So, here," she shoved the book into my face, "is how you'll fix it!"
Operation: Win Sakura Back
1. Woo her. Like seriously. All out. Flowers, chocolate, stuffed animals. I so much as think of it, and you're getting it for her.
2. Serenade. I'm serious. You can't be a horrible singer (and if you are – ha!) and every girl loves a love song.
3. Three words. Public Displays of Affection. Hand holding, cuddling, kissing, all that fucking couples stuff that you never did in front of anyone.
4. Lose the attitude. Seriously, girls are the bitches. You don't need to be one too.
5. Romance, Romance, ROMANCE. You really can't be that clueless. So like, a picnic in the park. Or a mega movie marathon with oodles of cuddling and fluff. Or fireworks on the rooftop. Carve your names into trees. Or get her name tattooed on your ass. I don't know. DAMN IT, JUST DO SOMETHING!
"Look, Uchiha, I don't care if this isn't up to your snobbish standards. Or if you think it's degrading or whatever. You fucked things up completely, and so you'll follow every word until you manage to fix it. Understood? Good! Because, let me tell you, we have a lot of work to get done. Let's start right now. Pretend I'm Sakura, kay? Now, what would your first instinct tell you to do? Maybe try Rule number Four because –"
"I can't do this."
Her eye twitches and it looks like she'll hit me any second. Her temper's just as short – if not shorter – than Sakura's. Maybe that's another girl thing. "Excuse me? You asshole! You're the one that called me to get my help and now you're backing out? I don't think so! I went through all this trouble for you Uchiha – you interrupted Pretty Little Liars – and I'm not going to let you give up already! You want help, so you're getting it, buddy."
She's pretty much shouting, which consequently is getting lots of attention. This really isn't how I imagined it to be. "I know. But I can't do it your way." It's sort of like I just had an epiphany.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because if I become some version of a fucking dream guy, it'd be a lie. And I'm tired of lying to her."
She blinks like this is a whole new revelation. "Then… why did you even bother to ask for my help?"
"Tch. Having you not hate me will probably boost my chances, don't you think?"
She just stares for a few seconds. But something has changed in her – not as tense, maybe. Her eyes aren't as judgemental. "Uchiha, I can't forgive you for being such a fucking jerk to Sakura for so long… You really hurt her bad. Part of me will always hate you for that. But… ugh. If you're legit about wanting to fix this, I'm not going to stand it your way. You did make her stupidly happy." Her expression hardens once again, which I can't really complain about. A mushy Ino is just too uncomfortable. "But I swear, you hurt her again, and I'll personally cut your fucking balls off and feed them to you. Got it?"
"Ah." I start walking away. It's weird being with Ino at school – everyone fucking new Sakura and I were history – and rumors have the tendency to start out of nowhere. No way will I let people think there was something going on between me and Yamanaka.
"Hey!" Her voice carries out across the entire courtyard. So. Fucking Loud. "You're fucking welcome, you ass!"
And the ball's now rolling. Step one - get an ally: check. Operation: Win Sakura Back has begun.
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Woot! Another chapter! To clear up any confusion the "step one- get an ally: check" part at the end is referring to the list Sasuke has created in order to win back Sakura. As the chapters progress, he'll make his was up the list and you'll see everything on it. ;D
Okay, so, I did have some fun writing this one (actually, it's been written since I published the last chapter, but I made a deal with myself that I can't add new chapters until the one two in advance is done and yeah, that's why there are lags, plus I'm only inspired to write when I'm angry/crying/upset)
The characters are, eh, not as in character as I'd like them to be, but really, Sasuke can't be Sasuke and have the story work out the way I want it to. *shrugs* I am flawed, I admit. So, yeah. I apologize if something doesn't make sense or if the writing style differs. Being a boy is tough, especially when I feel like I can relate to Sakura so much in this fic T.T *throws pity party* yeah, yeah, no one cares about me, I know.
Reviewers should tell me if they're interested in me posting the playlist that I listened to while writing this fic (it wouldn't come out until the last chapter, which, at this rate, will be a while, but still)
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