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My butt buzzed, making me jump and yelp in the air,—definitely making me look like some mega-freak during our first Morning Assembly (isn't the first week of school joy?)—sending plenty of wary eyes around me in my direction, worrying for my sanity. I almost hissed, "Pay attention to Tsunade-sama, you nosey mole rats!" but that would've been rude.
Whatever. It's six in the freaking morning and I had to listen to Karin and Kaede snore the whole night long. It sounded like they would spontaneously suffocate then die. Too bad that didn't happen…
I reached into my back pocket, stealthily, of course, and pulled out my gorgeous cellular communication device, flipping the top up, revealing a complete QWERTY keyboard. I pressed the 'up' arrow, which sent me straight to my messages, and I almost rolled my eyes.
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: Oh My Fracking GAWD!
So, Forehead, if I told u that u got the cover page in the first issue of the school paper would u or would u not b syked? Choose ur answer wisely…!
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: We R in the middle of an assembly!
…Normally I would b excited—because, damn that would b sooo cool—but ur making it seem lyk I shouldn't b…! & r u rlly that stupid? We're in an assembly, pig!
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: SO!
ok, fine, I won't tell u that Shikamaru is on the paper crew or watever its called and he told me ur on teh front pg of it, in color, wit-oh, hold on, were in an ASSEMBLEY! XP
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: Ur so evil.
TELL ME TELL ME! u've caught my attention! I will risk the chance of losing my fone just 2 kno! I'm thinking its something baaadd!
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: I kno I am evil, thankuverymuch!
um. no. what would you offer me for my forewarning of ur possible fate?
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: You sound like Neji!
I would, um…tell you that you look rlly pretty today in that uniform! Extra spiffy!
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: Spiffy?
TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNO!
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: yes! SPIF-FEE!
just plz tell me…plz…I'll let u use my school credit to go shopping this weekend. 4 whatever u WANT.
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: Rlly?
: D! OOOKAAAY! how about this Saturday?
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: …
Yah, right after u tell me y I'm on the front page! I mean, srsly, I wanna kno! I'm on there with somebody? WHO!
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: Evrything deserves a subject, Sakura.
Oh, nobody. It's just SASUKE!
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: Not UR face!
Lyk, Sasuke UCHIHA? That mutherfcking jerk face! Ugh, I am so mad him! I would go on a mega-rant, but, UGH! He is such a bastard, Ino, and I have to do a project with him. Said jerk face.
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: Excuse me?
Ur gonna be even madder because you guys are on the covr from lunchtime yesterday when you almost smooched and then about seven more times whn you fell, whn he walked away, when u both were all blushie and stariing eachother, when u wiped off the Twinkie, and thenwhn we covered u while u cried. Is that seven? nope…five…I'll have to ask shika what the othr two are of…oh, he sed when ppl were pointing and laffing and of the guys running after Sasuke. He sed srry, too, but the chance of Sasuke having a gf and actually maybe caring for her is newspaper GOLD.
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: KILL ME!
No—no—no—no—ur lying! UR LYING TO MEEEEEE! And tell Shikamaru I will be personally removing his scrotum.
To: Haruno Sakura
From: Yamanaka Ino
Subject: Would u stop slamming ur hand to ur head? It's disturbing…
actually, no. They print it in two days; Thursday. It comes out Friday morning. Shika sed that u r, quote on quote, troublesome.
To: Yamanaka Ino
From: Haruno Sakura
Subject: DEATH
…seems rlly inviting rite about now…
Monopoly
Chapter Eight:
BOOM POW!There were many things I hated that went on during the school year. I hate the lumpy beds of the dorms, I hate that you had to bring your own sheets and make your own bed even though there're all these fully capable maids cleaning up the hallways, I hate that lights-out hour was a measly eleven o'clock, and that you had to be in your rooms by ten, no coming out after that. I hate my roommates with no type of rationalization except they were whore bitches this year, I hate that they posted this shower order each night that was supposed to rotate between us three, but, somehow, I was always last, I hate how all the hot water would be absolutely gone and, I guess it decided to go and pour itself out, my tropical fruit scented shampoo was ultimately nonexistent. I hate how Karin smelled like my shampoo, and I hate even more that she said she didn't use it, even though there was no other tropical fruit shampoo in the world left because it was a limited edition scent that my Mom brought back for me from some trip in Milan, and I hate how the blow dryer just wouldn't work after Kaede straightened her stupid honey colored hair, even though it was virtually un-frizz-able, always straight, and never a single strand out of place.
I hate how my stupid sister took all my flats and I have nothing but heels to where, and I am a klutz when it comes to all things coordination without some type of dance count. I hate that the school paper is going to print something about me, and that I didn't even get a sign-off paper or anything that gave them permission to declare me desperate slut without even saying it, I hate how I'm the talk of the school, from the Beans to the Seniors, because the person I hate the most in the world is a bastard who has no understanding or feeling for other people's emotions, or maybe even reactions—consequences. Now, we're both cover page on the school paper, the heading 'Together Forever or Never? Haruno and Uchiha' even though I did nothing at all to make people believe that. What type of proof did they conjure up during one school day? What type of evidence did they have to even make something seem half way true like that? Sure, I was pretty damn close, sure, it looked like we about to mack attack each other, sure, there was dustings of pink on both of our cheeks, and sure, we really are going out. Still, I haven't freaking groped him in front of the whole Newspaper Staff, I haven't randomly made out with him while walking the halls, I held his hand, what, twice, in one day, and, somehow, that all adds up to a front page expository?
I glared at the screen of my cell phone again, eyes red from angry tears demanding to flow. They were going to print Friday, which gave them plenty of time to gather more information, especially considering they (magically) poofed up enough to get a teacher to approve the article. So, my inner chimed, what are you going to do, Sakura-chan?
Looking around the auditorium, only Sophomores filling the bleachers, I stared long and hard at certain people that I knew were on the paper. Shikamaru, of course, he was the editor, I know Kin did something last year and chances are she'd be doing the same thing this year, a couple of folks I only knew from the pictures in the back showing who'd done what, and finally, my eyes landed right on Suzuki Midori. She's been on the paper since the fifth grade, back in elementary school, known for printing what the people want, whatever it may be. I had a gut-lurching feeling that what most of the people wanted was a nobody girl—well, in comparison to certain bastards—to get their heart used, twisted, pulled, yanked, and contorted by the school's most wanted boy.
Well, I decided as Lady Tsunade finally stepped away from the microphone, saying, "And here's to a fabulous school year!" the bell for breakfast ringing seconds after her statement, if the people want a little heartbroken Sakura, then won't they be surprised when they see I'm perfectly fine?
My resolve, hell, that was more than resolve I was freaking glowing with confidence, bitch, came to a crashing halt when I ran into the one person who ever made me stay up late at night both crying and drawing hearts around his name. They person who made my heart beat in nervous happiness, and stop in complete and utter disappoint, fear, and embarrassment. The one person who I swore I hated more than anything at this school, more than the lumpy beds, more than the jank lock down time, more than Karin, more than Kaede, more than fan girls, more than homework, more than my sister. And, still, even though I sound like that stupid song with Rihanna and Ne-Yo, I hate how much I love him, too.
Perfectly slanted, obsidian eyes stared down at me, and never have I really wanted to go cower in some corner. (Actually, I say that a lot…that I want to go hide, or go into a rabbit hole, or, if the situation calls for, simply die. It's not suicidal, or anything, it's just precautionary) My heart raced fast, my throat seemingly closing in on itself, and my eyes, stupid, stupid eyes, just were locked like magnets onto his, and I couldn't look away.
Mad at myself for being such a stupid, I glared back at him—bold move, I know. "What do you want? If nothing, I suggest you move out of my way cuz I'm hungry and it's breakfast time."
…is it just me or did I make myself sound really fat?
His arms crossed across his chest, and he scoffed, "Don't make some scene, Sakura."
A small smile cracked onto my face. Don't make a scene? Don't make a scene? The whole Sophomore class is circled around us, eyes ready and anticipating, fingers on the little flash button on their cameras, cell phones out and ready. We are the scene. No matter how much I just wanted to spit that out in his face then, just for extra effect and a nice picture on the newspaper, slap THE Uchiha Sasuke across the face on his pretty boy cheek, I crossed my arms and jutted my chin out in a prideful way.
"And what if I do?" I whispered lowly, so low that only the people closest to us could possibly hear, "Are you going to spank me?"
Murmurs escalated when the words left my mouth, and a tinge of self-satisfaction ran through my blood when Sasuke visibly tightened, his jaw clenching. Amidst all the loud whispers turning into cat calls, he grumbled something about me being unbearably annoying—aw, what a compliment—before gripping my wrist, pulling me through the crowd and out into the scarily empty and silent hallway. Only a few straggling people were around, taking books out of their lockers, putting away jackets, things of that nature.
My back slammed against a row of lockers, my wrists still locked in Sasuke's stupid strong grip, held slightly above my head, more to the side of it than anything. Sasuke, though, was definitely in front from of me, dark eyes lit with an agitated fire, and some other emotion that I couldn't quite put a finger on. His breath was heavy and uneven, probably from storming out like some freak, dragging me with him, built chest heaving when his brows furrowed.
"What in the hell is wrong with you?" It wasn't quite a yell, but the strain in his voice was enough to tell me he really just wanted to punch something. Hard.
I just narrowed my eyes, gesturing for him to continue. Which he didn't. "Nothing is wrong with me," I answered simply. "Maybe I just don't like being treated like some toy that—mmph!"
His lips crashed onto mine with no type of warning, no 'can I kiss you' or 'I really want kiss you' or 'wow, Sakura, your lips would look so much better with mine on top of them'. The y were just there, and at first, I completely refused the whole action, my mouth staying in a straight, forced line, my eyes wide with shock, big round pastel green circles. My stomach erupted in butterflies, though, my cheeks flaming red when Sasuke did nothing to stop, not using my statue-ness as a hint that he should probably stop. His hands moved from my wrists and to my waist, pulling me closer to him, and my eyes, against my will, slid, lulled closed, arms snaking around his neck. Without even knowing it, I returned the kiss with as much force as him.
Dark, ebony bangs tickled my cheeks, soft (talented!) lips moved silkily with mine, in some type of natural melody that we both knew, my fingers tangled in his glassy smooth hair, massaging his head. Like, what the fuck? Wasn't I just mad him two seconds ago? What was I doing enjoying—I moaned when a hand slipped under my shirt, caressing my smooth curves, and he nipped at my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I complied, the beating of my heart loud and fast in my ears, emotions built up over the years pouring out when his tongue thrashed into my mouth, exploring every crevice.
In all honesty, I was surprised. Surprised that Sasuke could be so soft and gentle, loving, tender and passionate, yet, still get his point across. I moaned again when his hand crept up higher underneath my shirt, running up and down the small curve of my waist, thumb thrumming across the underwire of my bra. His hand was cold, yes, but the heat the exploded from every part of my body he touched—it made me shiver.
When air was really becoming a necessity, Sasuke moved just a centimeter away, a small little second to gasp for oxygen before short kisses and pecks met my lips, my cheek, my jaw, my neck, and it wasn't like I was complaining, either. It felt good, to be this close to him, to have his hands around my waist, to feel so lightheaded and know it was because of him and not some long road trip.
The affectionate kisses slowed, both of our breaths uneven and staggering, and slowly, Sasuke placed a kiss on my collarbone, long and sweet before looking up at me, his dark like coal eyes soft.
Now, this is the part of the movie where the girl says, "I believe you, Todd! I'm sorry for ever thinking you were just using me for your own perverted horny needs! I love you!" And then Todd grins and says, "I love you Elisa!" then the now happy couple make out again, but, I'm quite sure this isn't the case, because in those movies, the guy is never serious and he just wants her for her ovaries. Looking at Sasuke, his eyes so gentle that I could see myself, flushed pink, lips swollen, eyes staring right back at him, I could tell that wasn't it.
Therefore, I slapped him.
So hard on his cheek that it hurt my own hand and his once pale skin flared red, a vaguely shaped hand—omg, yes, my hand—painted on it. His face turn to the left at the sheer force, and for a while he stood there, and I stared at my hand. I just slapped Sasuke Uchiha because he…made out with me? In the middle of the hallway on some lockers? Isn't that every girl's cliché dream, to make out with the school sex god, pressed against a random person's locker?
"What was that about?" I yelled, half out of breath.
It wasn't like I didn't know what that was about. You can't fake that, even if your some awesome actor. That was real. This is exactly why it was fake. (Don't judge my thought process, okay! Sasuke Uchiha is not the type of guy who will randomly kiss you like that! I KNOW!)
He rubbed his cheek, obviously shocked. "I'm…sorry…?"
"Look," I said, pulling a band-aid from my messenger bag and sticking it on where there was blood. Yes, I do know how to slap, thank you very much. Looking up to him because of height difference, I crossed my arms. "I am not one of those girls who accept their boyfriend being all lovey-dovey in private and a complete (bastard, jerk face, Emo, dick wad, twit, idiot) ice cube when around other people. Yesterday was definitely," I glared at him, "not cool. Don't expect me to forgive you just because you have godly kissing skills—"
Smirk.
"and an atrociously adorable smirk. I like storybook romances where lots of chivalry is involved, lots of hand holding—"
Sasuke grimaced, scoffing. "That's not going to happen, because I don't do that."
"Then why'd you ask me out? I mean, I'm not a slut that's going to let you use my vagina on the weekends, if that what you're getting to, Mr. 'I'm Too Cool To Appreciate My Girlfriend'. Like I said before you rudely interrupted me with your lips," I glared at him, though a blush played on my cheeks, "I'm not a toy nor a fan girl. I have emotions, feelings, moods, wants, needs, goals, wishes and whatever else you can think of. I won't throw myself at you because your you."
There was a long silence in the hallway, and I felt like we were having some sort of standoff. That is, until Sasuke smirk—oh wait, was that a smile? Sarcasm laced his tone, though I knew he was serious. "Fine. What're your requirements for the 'perfect' boyfriend, Ms. Haruno?"
I grasped his hand, which he took without any sort of argument—CHA BITCH CHA!—and we walked two the lunchroom, only about a two minute walk away, in the same building.
"Well, Mr. Uchiha, number one, you have to not be such a bastard. I know it is of your nature, but…" I grinned, "tone it down. And, um, we have that project in Bio? I want an 'A'…plus."
He nodded. "Your house or mine?"
"House? We can't go off campus until the weekend and the project is due Friday."
I speak the truth. Our school is so strict and securitized—omg that is a word— that you can't leave unless you're a day camper, and then your parents have to pick you up. Any other people you want to bring with you have to have this whole parental consent thing signed, either that or verbal confirmation over the telephone. If your not a day camper, or friends with one, at least, you can only leave campus on the weekends, starting at eight in the morning and ending at ten. Punishments if you left early or came back late? I wouldn't know; I'm a good girl!
Sasuke raised a perfectly arched dark eyebrow, challenging me. "Oh," He smirked, "I think you're forgetting I'm an Uchiha and my family funds this school."
I grinned. Awesome. Socks.
Period One: English
Jiraiya
A loud clap from the front of the room snapped my attention from the back of Sasuke's head—because, honestly, no amount of gel can make your hair defy gravity and still be soft. Maybe it was Axe or something?—and to Jiraiya, who had taken two huge literature books and slapped them together.
"Alright! I know I told you yesterday," He walked around balancing the two books in his palms, "that you all were going to receive partners by picking numbers from the hat and yada-yada-yada-blah-blah-blah. I didn't like that way. It was too easy to lie and get with your friends. So, when I say your name, come up and get a book, tell me the number on the binding, then go to the corner of the room I tell you to go to." Jiraiya placed the two books down, "I'll narrow it down from there."
A few people grumbled about wasting their time yesterday trying to get to know their first partner and interview them, some grumbling about wasting their time and switching numbers with other people just to get with their friends—ahem, me! I totally switched like six times just to get with Ino!—but most just whining. Jiraiya was being as random as possible now. He's such a weird teacher, I swear.
He flipped the attendance roster, and cleared his throat. "ABURAME SHINO! COME ON DOOOWN!"
The stoic, cool, and quiet Shino stepped without noise stepped across the tile, a chilling aura following behind him. All the whines hushed once he passed their row, and he reached Jiraiya, nodding and grabbing the book. "Four-hundred and one," He informed in a quiet, whispery voice. "What corner am I summoned to, Jiraiya-sensei?"
I swore everyone blinked twice. This guy was weird. And he played with ants. I know, there's, like, no exception. Still, he's in our group of friends since he's cool with Hinata and Kiba, somehow.
Jiraiya scratched his nose, and then pointed to the far right corner. "Err…you can just stand over-um-there. Yeah. Far away from me." When Shino just nodded his head politely, glasses shining in the sun, Jiraiya smiled nervously, shooing him, "Run along now."
"And how do you wish me to run, Jiraiya-sensei?"
…Awk...ward…Does anyone else hear a cricket?
Once all that fun stuff was over, the class was separated into four corners, exactly five people in each corner, brand new books (that were supposed to be passed out yesterday) sitting atop of our desks. I, Naruto, a girl named Ai, Kiba, and Suigetsu were closest to the chalk board and to the left it, to the right of the chalkboard was the group of Ino, Hinata, Shino, a girl named Bunko, and Midori, across from them was Sasuke, Shikamaru, Choji, Kin, and a boy named Shin, across from us was a group of kids who I really didn't know, except for Karin and Kaede, not like I wanted to know them in the first place.
Jiraiya sat on top of his desk, legs crossed, his head resting on his palm, his eyes calculating. He was figuring something out. Great. "Okay. Within your group find out that is the oldest. Kick those people out and send them to the middle of the room."
We pushed Naruto out, and in a couple seconds he, Shikamaru, Ino, and Kaede were in the center of the room.
"Okay, now, the youngest in each group, step out and stand by my bookcase."
Kiba, Shino, Sasuke, and a shy, mild, bookworm—no offense—girl named Ayami stepped toward the bookcase. I would've never guessed that Sasuke was younger than everyone else—but, apparently, his birthday is in July.
There were three people left in each of the corner groups now, and two groups in the center of the room with four people each. "Um…," Jiraiya scratched his chin, looking around, "alright…pick a number one through ten."
He gave us a few seconds then said, "If your number was lower than five, step out of your group and, uh, come over her by me, you lucky dogs."
Kiba laughed at this, actually he was the only who laughed, and Ai, Midori, Shin, and Karin stepped out of their groups, moving over to Jiraiya-sensei. I looked to my right, only to see Suigetsu, and then groaned. He was my partner. Amazing, right? I could kill myself, if I weren't doing anything else tonight. I sighed dreamily…Sasuke-kun…He said his Mom was going to be cooking dinner tonight and would probably want to meet me.
Suigetsu elbowed me and winked, "Your dorm or mine, babe?"
"Neither, Shark Tooth." I grumbled, flicking his limb off of my body.
I don't believe he just touched me. I'll need like, four showers tonight. Anyway, Hinata was partners with Bunko, Choji with Kin, and two kids I didn't really know were partners. Just when I started wondering how Jiraiya would split the now three groups of four into six of two.
He scratched his head, "Let's see…the youngest and oldest in the groups now, you're partners. Get to work; you have the rest of class to gather information. Remember, it's due tomorrow."
The scarily pale pervert next to me laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, shaking them. "We have to get to work then, won't we, Sakura-chan?"
"My birthday is March 23, I have an older sister, my mom is an authoress, my dad a doctor, I aspire to become a doctor, maybe a pediatrician, maybe a surgeon, I haven't narrowed it down yet; I do not have any pets but I wish for a beagle puppy every night, I hate all things coconut, yes, I adore cake, cookies, and pizza, no, my favorite color is not pink, I love gel pens, I have a deathly fear of water, and yes, I am taken."
He blinked, obviously reviewing the information. "Um, your not single?"
"No," I grinned, "Take a guess toward my boyfriend and I might consider taking you seriously."
Suigetsu nodded robotically, still shocked that I actually had a boyfriend—I am not that bad, am I? I just have expectations…—and his purple eyes scanned the room, stopping and widening when he saw Sasuke, sitting atop his desk, tossing a balled up piece of paper between his hands, glaring relentlessly at the light haired boy beside me, and like a limp noodle, Suigetsu's arm fell from my shoulders as he cleared his throat.
"Yeah, about that whole deal with the 'flirting'," He placed air quotes around the word, a nervous smile dressing his face, "Sasuke won't kill me?"
I shrugged. "Ask him. But, in the mean time, I don't accept grades lower than B- for first quarter, so…let's get started!"
He stared at Sasuke with narrowed eyes for a long second longer, before turning to me with a friendly smile, his pointed canine teeth shining. "Yeah, so, what do you want to know? I'm an open book, really."
"Um…when's your birthday?"
The school bell rang, long and shrilling, and I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Biology is, like, the longest, most boring, repetitive class so far. I hate it. I'll have to add that to my list later.
"Tired?" Sasuke asked me, glancing from the emptying parking lot and to me.
I shrugged. "Yah…"
Wind blew, ruffling leaves, and waking me up a little. I don't even know when I went to bed last night. Did I mention before that Karin and Kaede snore? Like really loud? It's terrible, I swear…
A long, sleek, and obviously expensive limousine pulled up to the curb, and Sasuke stood from the steps we were waiting on, tapping my shoulder. "Come on. We're going to go get you a dress, and then we're going to go to my house."
I yawned, the words not processing in my brain until almost a full minute later, and Sasuke was already in putting both my and his backpack in the limo, talking to the driver about something. I hopped up fast, and skipped down the steps, "Wait! Wait! Why do I need a dress to go to your dinner?"
Sasuke stared blankly at me. Almost incredulously. "It's an Uchiha dinner, Sakura. I have to change, too."
I slipped into the limo, the leather incredibly soft and not stick on the exposed portions of the thighs, then hyperventilated when Sasuke climbed in behind me, the driver closing the door behind him.
"What do you mean by that? This is a serious dinner? Like, important people are going to be there?"
"Just my Mom, Dad, Itachi," I tried to ignore the certain acid he put on Itachi," and maybe your sister if he invites her."
I screamed. "What do you mean just your Dad? He's like…"
"Rich?" Sasuke guessed, to which I shook my head no, "Famous? CEO? Banking genius?"
"No!" I grumbled, "He's important!"
Sasuke smirked. "Hn, sure. He'll kick you out and have you locked in jail if he doesn't like you, though."
"What?" My eyes bugged out my eyes. Fugaku Uchiha was known for doing stuff like that! He had his secretary locked up for ten years just because she accidently came into his room while he was changing suit jackets. Imagine what he would do if I accidently spilled Coke on the carpet or something? Or trailed mud? I could be sentenced to death!
"I'm just kidding…relax…"
I punched him in the arm, flushing in embarrassment for letting that bother me that much. "Not cool, Sasuke-kun! How about your Mom? Is your Mom going to have me sent to jail for not complimenting her every other—"
The limo slowed, turning around a corner that I realized as the first turn away from school and toward the highway.
"No. If she knows I like you, she'll like you, too. I like her more than Dad, anyway."
A smile rose to my face. AW! Sasuke just said he likes me…and he's a Momma's Boy! I laughed, "And Itachi?"
The car stopped abruptly, just as Sasuke tensed, glaring out the window. "Don't talk to him."
A/N: Review! Sorry, I'm a little late. I kind of got lost for inspiration, but, obviously, I found it! BOOM-POW! (yes, that was the reasoning for the chapter name. LOL)
~seethroughglass
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