4 Weeks Later
"I don't know, Sakura. I just… don't like him. I think he is playing with you." I looked at Sasuke and shook my head looking up at him, anger and confusion running through my body.
"Who are you to say that?" I yelled. "You are such a hypocrite!"
"Sakura! You're just going to get hurt again! I'm trying to protect you! He treats you like shit, tells you you're horrible and you sit there and take it! Gaara isn't a good guy!"
"Gaara treats me fine, yeah we fight a lot and we call each other names, but he's an okay guy… don't get up set because you're jealous." My voice calmed down and I looked at the ground. It's been four weeks since Gaara and I have been dating and every other day we are fighting. "Gaara loves me." I said doubtfully, "It's not like he hits me Sasuke. We fight and insult, that's all."
"And that's a good relationship how?" I looked away and shook my head. Was he right? Yeah, Gaara had his temper, but he also had his loving side. I shook the thoughts to the back of my head and started getting ready for the next concert. I shuffled through my thousands of clothes until I settled on a dark denim mini skirt with neon green ripped leggings and a black spaghetti top. I took a breath and put my hair into a ponytail.
When Naruto knocked on my door, I was ready. I grabbed my black guitar and jumped out of the bus and walked down the corridor onto stage to be greeted by a million fans screaming. I walked center stage and the whole band was set up behind me. Sasuke joined me, sporting nothing but black leather jeans and a studded belt with a pair of black shoes. His chest was bare, showing off his abs and Sharingan tattoo. I rolled my eyes and he smirked. We both walked up to the two microphones and started at the same time. (What do you want from me: Adam Lambert and Pink)
Hey, slow it down
What do you want from me
What do you want from me
Yeah, I'm afraid
What do you want from me
What do you from me
There might have been a time
I would give myself away
(Ooh) Once upon a time
I didn't give a damn
But now here we are
So what do you want from me
What do you want from me
Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, what do you want from me
What do you want from me
Yeah, it's plain to see
that baby you're beautiful
And it's nothing wrong with you
It's me – I'm a freak
but thanks for lovin' me
Cause you're doing it perfectly
There might have been a time
When I would let you step away
I wouldn't even try but I think
you could save my life
Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, what do you want from me
What do you want from me
Just don't give up on me
I won't let you down
No, I won't let you down
So
Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, what do you want from me
Just don't give up
I'm workin' it out
Please don't give in
I won't let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
(whataya want from me)
Whataya want from me
whataya want from me
I was breathing hard when the song finished. Sasuke and I had written it last night before our fight. Sasuke nodded at me and I walked off stage into the crowd. Sasuke and his band jumped into some techno song and I found myself backstage. Gaara was sitting there with a book in his hand. He looked up at me and smiled till he saw what I was wearing.
"Sakura why are you wearing that?" He asked.
"Umm, because I wanted to?" I answered. What was his problem?
"Don't it is way too short."
"Excuse me?" I yelled, "I will wear whatever the hell I want!"
"No you won't!"
"You're not the boss of me!" I retorted. "So you better back off Gaara."
"Wow you're one to talk. I mean look at you Sakura, you have a three second attention span and you can't pull off a dress to save your life. You're lucky to be with me." I gasped and felt tears roll down my cheek. "You're absolutely useless except for that voice so go out there and make some money." Without thinking, I brought my hand up and slapped him. He got angry and then pinned me up against the wall.
"Don't ever do that to me again." He said his voice rough and hard. He leaned in to kiss me, but when I blinked, he was on the floor knocked out cold. I looked up at Sasuke who was pissed beyond compare. Without caring, I threw myself into his arms and cried.
"He's… (hiccup) usually not like (hiccup) that." I said through my tears. Sasuke didn't back away; instead he stroked my back and hugged me tighter.
"Sakura, he's been using your money to get drugs. He's not himself, it isn't your fault. You just have a bad choice in guys." I smirked.
"So you consider yourself a bad choice?" I asked, starting to calm down. He chuckled, something he rarely did, and whispered in my ear.
"I think that I was a good choice that messed up and regrets it every moment of his life." For a moment I stopped breathing, "Sakura, you are amazing and beautiful and you deserve the best of men. I might not be the best, but, God Sakura; I just want you so badly." I froze. This was just all too much.
"I love you Sasuke…" I said, kissing him. He relaxed to my sudden action and kissed back. When we broke apart he smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. Smiles were rare from him.
"I have to go back out there," Sasuke said, slowly pulling back, "Then we'll talk." I nodded my head and watched him walk back out to the crowd. Was I making the right decision? Would he hurt me? There was only one thing I knew: Fuck it all.