First off, thank you for the reviews. 3 My inbox kept saying 'review' alert, and every time I saw one I just got so happy. Even if my day was total shit, those reviews were just so nice. And I made sure to reply to all of them that could be replied to.

This update came WAY later than I had planned, and sorry about that. I was hoping to get updates every Friday…I guess I can't do everything though. *My bad* I was In Florida for spring break…and some shit came up…so, I winded up with 5 days IRP. My parents are ready to take my life, and this laptop - which I paid for! - away! Let's hope they don't go through with that!

Here goes chapter two, picking up on the flashback where the previous chapter ended~

WARNING: Hope you don't mind slight GaaSaku...

God DAMN that girl!

Sakura slammed her locker, frustrated, and threw her lock on before headed down the hall and to the stairs. A book bag was thrown over her shoulder, cell phone in hand. For about the twentieth time in the last five minutes, the Haruno looked through her text messages, looking for one from Temari she may have missed. Of course…there were none missing. Temari never texted her back once today regarding Gaara and his status. There would have been a little text message sign, too, if that were the case. Who knew? Maybe the phone decided to be an asshole today too.

She descended the rest of the stairs, glancing to the right at the row of lockers on the right wall. Low and behold, there was Sasuke, with Ino right next to him. The thing was though, they had lockers next to one another. It didn't bother Sakura any, since she trusted the blonde from the bottom of her heart. They grew up close friends, actually had a dispute over a guy from age eight to last year…and, now… they set that crap aside to be friends again.

For gods sake, it was Junior year in high school - why have a split like that?

Neither of them seemed to be paying attention though, so Sakura went left down the hall, all the while texting Temari. I HAVE to get her to text me back! A right turn was made into the Sophomore hallway, rather crowded though. She didn't care - she had a cell phone, and a mission.

"Hey, Sakura!" Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful! A distraction! As she started to make her way to the end of the second year hallway, her jade eyes caught a sharp blue pair. They were as stunning as his personality was.

Sakura acknowledged the blue-haired, muscular male, but continued on her way, phone in hand. He stayed by her side. "What is it, Suigetsu?" He noted the tongue pressed hard into her soft lips as she texted away. Whatever she was doing, she was really into it.

The male grinned, shaking his head. "Nothing - I'll see you later, babe."

Babe…? She missed every word but that. And, as soon as she did hear it, the Haruno felt a hand brush down her back before squeezing around her ass. Red coloration shot into her cheeks, but as she went left, he went right.

There wasn't anything she could do about it. If he didn't get his way on something, he would do something else he could get away with.

As soon as Sakura hit the send button and closed her phone, a certain blonde haired female was about to cross her path - she had practice to go to -they only had but a moment to talk. Nevertheless, as Sakura was ready to open her mouth, embarrassment fading, she noticed the other also opening her mouth. Temari beat her to it.

"Did you hear?" Okay, this sounded important - she could spare a second to hear this. Seeing as the blonde was always in on big news. Maybe it was good news about Gaara?

"About what?"

"Gaara and Aoi are dating!"

Fear.

Sorrow.

Panic.

Sakura wasn't too sure rather she was going to faint on spot, scream out in anger, or cry. It was so sudden. And, the rumors appeared true. He asked someone out. The world seemed to have stopped, as her heart and brain did. One of those moments, in which she drifted into something she couldn't even explain. It wasn't a good feeling in anyway, shape, or form.

The rosette shook her head, though, heart caught in her throat. Kakashi was out in the parking lot waiting though - she couldn't get hung up. Besides, Temari probably had to get going to practice.

Both began headed toward their destinations, but not without turning around and talking still. "A-are…you sure?" Sakura's voice was still weak. She could feel the tears trying to form. As best she could fight, she did.

The Senior nodded, "So far as I know." There was nothing much else to say, was there? Some girl that the Haruno could barley put a name to was going out with the male she had set her fragile heart for.

N-no…there's…I can't believe it. Isn't…there has to be someone who knows…- And, it hit her like a brick wall. Sasuke! Temari and Gaara may have been related, but best buddies defiantly tell one another more. Just to give her withering heart some hope, walking out the front doors of their school, Sakura pulled out her phone again, and a text message she began writing out to the Uchiha. Specifically, asking if it were true that Gaara and Aoi were now dating.

The damage done though…the thought of him being taken. Only a positive text message from the Uchiha would get her out of this mess she was quickly falling into. Yet another girl he had been taken by though… It was messing with her so terribly. She had liked and admired him since seventh grade…five years of waiting for him to come back around. Love was a bit of a strong word, however…it was the closest thing to love she had ever felt.

The text message had been sent, clouded eyes catching glimpse of the silver sports car. Shit…shit shit! Come on, pull yourself together! Act happy! The cell phone was slipped gently into her jean pocket as she approached her ride home, wiping away the forming tears.

Sakura had one fear with this man - he could see through just about anything. She could sit next to him with a straight face, but he would always know when something was wrong. Sakura liked to keep her thoughts and feelings to herself. Especially ones like this.

Nevertheless, the Hatake knew just about everything to the rosette there was to know. Cause once he asked what was wrong, and she remained silent, he would read into it further, never being wrong. And then, she would break down and tell him. Sometimes crying, other times dead without emotion. Screaming and yelling more than a few times. It hadn't happened often over the years, but once in a while…he would get her to open up.

So, why was she getting rides home every day from school with a male in his late twenties? He taught writing at her high school - a very mature course, and hard to get into for underclassmen. His face was always buried in some novel. Literally. People didn't understand why he never showed more than his brilliant, dark eyes, and they were curious to see his face. Kakashi had taken a liking to Sakura, and had an eye out for her. He always had her back, enjoyed her writing, and overheard her saying she needed a ride home. So, after class, he offered. They had established a friendship by then, and Sakura accepted.

The writing course was last year though. This year, the rosette stopped in and ate lunch in his classroom (with him of course,) or talked to him in the morning. The Hatake only had classes the first half of the day, but he always drove back when school ended to pick Sakura up. Sometimes they would go out for a coffee too. The man acted like a 17 year old most the time, but he was as sharp and wise as an old man.

And also as perverted as a man who had never had sex in his life. The thing was…he was with a new girl every few weeks. She didn't care though - he was like her relationship expert, and best guy friend who had been through this high school crap.

Sakura opened the car door, heart still pounding. No matter how hard she tired to calm down for the drive home, it wasn't working. It was one of the only things that got her in a condition like this.

The jade eyed girl threw her book bag into small back area behind the seating, and then sat forward buckling the seatbelt, staring off, trying to pretend the pain wasn't there. She didn't want to talk. She just wanted to go home. Go home, blast her music up loud, and cry her little heart out. The pain wasn't going to subside. Not anytime soon.

Fists clenched loosely on her thighs, eyes looking into the dashboard for some sort of answer.

But the car wasn't moving. Kakashi wasn't talking. Tears did the best to bite back - she didn't want to face anyone about this. Especially not this guy.

Maybe I should just get out now, while I still can…

It sounded like a perfect idea. Sakura would have to act fast to escape the Hatake, but there was a chance she could catch him off-guard. Just as her hand went to quickly to press the seatbelt button, his pale hand came onto hers. Now, she was just frustrated and pissed. Nothing was going right - the bad luck streak was here to stay.

"Sakura, look at me." Fuck. No. She knew the moment she glanced into those dark eyes, she was fucked. The Haruno's heart started to flutter with sorrow, hand trembling beneath his. Her vision began to blur - it was clouded with forming tears. Oh shit…no. No! Not now! NO! It was too late - she was too far in. Here she sat in Kakashi's car, trapped, on the verge of breaking down. There was no going back at this point. Staying quiet would get her nowhere.

Please…god…not here…

Then, like a miraculous hug from Jesus, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. She lucked out - what kind of perfect timing was that? The near-breakdown point was put on a paused, and the Hatake lifted his hand so she could check. Sakura flipped open the phone, reading the message - it was from Sasuke. Oh, Aoi. He plans to ask her out…at some point.

The small ray of hope remained - disaster, for the time being, was adverted. She heard a breath release from the male next to her, and he began to drive away from the school. She was too involved in this text to even care about anything else. Do you know when he's gonna ask her? Sakura sent it, then closed her phone. Nothing else mattered right now until she got her answers - and those, Sasuke would have. Gaara told him pretty much everything.

"How did school go?"

"Sucked dick in the biggest way ever. The bad way too." Impatience rolled off her tongue, waiting for a reply.

The male shook his head, though, grinned slightly. "What happened with Gaara?" And now, the Haruno bit at her tongue. God dammit…cat's outta the bag now. Seeing for time being she was calmed, it was okay to just mention it.

Sakura waited just a moment too long - her phone vibrated in her hand. And in a swift motion, it was opened. The message that appeared on the screen…wasn't what she wanted to see. Ever. Tomorrow. I'm sorry…I know how you feel about him.

Her gentle heart sank, form de-tensing in the car seat. "I…don't want to talk about it." At this point, the rosette almost didn't want to text back. But with how she was, Sakura couldn't hold a load like this to her heart alone. And so, her fingers started pressing buttons. It just hurts, a lot. Ever since 7th grade, the only guy I've ever really felt this way towards is him. And now…

The thought couldn't be completed, but…it was probably a mutually understood feeling. It sent out, fingers lacing around the cellular device to close it. Sakura's pale forehead came to rest on the window partway, sad eyes cast blankly out to the gray pavement. Slowly, but surely, she was really opening up to the Uchiha in a big way.

She heard the radio click on then - it was set for a decently loud volume, and…she was glad. Glad that Kakashi would acknowledge her wishes to not talk about it, and just listen to the music. Unfortunately…it wasn't really a happy song for the time being. Hurt, by Christina. Wow…fuck this. Just…fuck life as it is. Her phone vibrated again, and, she unfolded it to see the message.

I didn't realize you still felt that strongly about him. I'm right here if you want to talk. Really, I can't start to say how sorry I am. A deeper hole was dug into the Haruno's dead-like heart. No - the last thing she wanted to do was text him back and start some huge scale text message marathon. Right now, she wanted everyone to just leave her alone.

Not your fault. I need some time alone right now, Sasuke. It just hurts…

For the last time, she hit send. Sakura expected no text message back - if she did, it would be another 'I'm sorry.' But for now, on the ride home, she would remain quiet, and do best not to break down in front of the Hatake. Though, tears were already starting to fall - they were hard to feel against her cool skin, and she did best to wipe them away.

Now, the time came. The rosette had just stepped into her bedroom. It was dark - curtains on both windows shut, lights off - the sun wasn't out today. Sakura felt dead - nothing was there in her heart.

I…lost Gaara, again. Maybe I'll just…keep everything locked away, from now on. Green, glazed eyes, vision clouded, started off into the carpet. Even if she wanted to let it all out at this point and just sob, nothing was coming forth. The emotions seemed locked away inside for the time being. It was too much to handle for someone like her. No words could describe such emptiness.

And, for the lack of feelings present…Sakura became more and more pissed. "Ugh!" Frustrated, she kicked her shoes off as hard as she could at the wall. Perhaps letting the anger out first…it'd help her get rid of the pit in her heart.

Tears still refused to flow. No sobs came from her mouth. Nothing. "Oh, oh god…" The Haruno was losing it. Never had she not been able to let her feelings free. This was bad. Very bad. Cold palms came to rest on her head, fingers twining into her pink locks. And she walked forward, over to her stereo. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! God DAMMIT!" Profanities slipped left and right from her frowning lips, one hand turning on some music. This CD…she had made it a while ago. The first song, which now started playing, was 'Trouble Sleeping.'

Sakura's heart began to beat faster - warmth rushed to her cheeks. The tears were coming - the pain was surfacing. She couldn't hold on alone - there had to be some way to get the stupid fucking feeling away from her chest. Because it was clinging tightly, and she needed it gone.

She stood there, still, tears building up and slowly beginning to fall. And not a moment off beat, a stabbing pain resonated from her body. Every inch of her was in pain. Sakura's snapping point.

"AHHHH!!! NO!" Lungs nearly burst at Sakura's scream as she ripped her cell phone from her pocket, and chucked it at the nearest wall as hard as she could. Jade eyes watched a dent form in the drywall, phone falling onto her bed. She screamed again, doing best to clutch into her form - to keep herself from tearing at her very flesh. More of, attempting to keep herself in one piece, emotionally and physically.

Despite the attempt…Sakura slowly fell to the floor, trembling. A high pitched inhale came off, and she yelled out, yet again. Maybe she would scream and cry enough to pass out, and forget the pain for a while. Or maybe…it wouldn't leave for a long time to come. Nevertheless, the pain was out, full force, and doing this was the only way to express trace amounts of the agony.

Sorry again for letting it out so late. Hate to say that the next chapter will have a good portion wrapping up this flashback. But it'll get back to SasuSaku very quickly!