.oo8 Ball game(a Continuation of the Plaster Chapter)

Prom came and went and school resumed its droll march on wards to a garish graduation of cameras and balloons. Sakura sighed to her self pragmatically, staring at her ring finger that was tied by a silver band of 'promise'. Feet were scuffling along as her two friends were pinioned on either side of her body. Built in protection as one could say, though many changes have happened to her the girl still needed support of her friends to combat jealous peers who had no justification in verbally attacking her. Since her so-called boyfriend was the star quarterback and hottest guy to boot in the school, enemies were by the dozen.

The pinkette was really looking forward to when school let out, which meant Madara, would graduate and go to a four-year university. In layman's terms this would free up her scheduling and life. So really she'd only have to deal with him for a month and a half before watching him saunter off in to a future where she wouldn't see him again. Hopefully. If not Sakura would have to get her hands on a fake passport and get the heck out of dodge to loose that bitch. The girls moved to the library, a quiet sanctuary from Ami and her horde of Louie Vinton bag carting girls. The library was a bit grand for a high school with two levels and tall cases of books, cds, and some movies (university libraries eat your heart out). Ample seating and tables were provided as the librarian sat on a raised dais towards the middle of the facility, surrounded by a dark circular desk and machines.

Immediately she felt safe from the snarky grabbing of her popular boyfriend and the unwanted groupies. As their things were unloaded on a table on the second story near a large window going from the ground up. Chairs scraping against the carpet, Hinata took the seating across from Sakura and Ino. Textbooks and notebooks were out in full force with homework and their scribbly notes. Here and there one of the girls would complain about the workload and the difficulty of the homework. Of course this was coupled with some strings of gossip and complaints once again about their loud friend who earned beet red blushes out of a pale heiress. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him stalking over the lawn with an angry smudge on his face. Which was concerning as her hands quickly motioned to her friends who widened their eyes at his pugnacity to approach their safe haven. It was obvious why the football player was angered; she was skipping out on a so-called anniversary. Something she really didn't give a flying fuck for, being one to rather stay home then spend ubiquitous amounts of dough on appetizers and gaudy gifts that were shoved some where to collect dust.

"Fuck, he is coming." Whispered Ino, glaring from their inside perch as his strides lengthened over the trimmed lawn. Hinata who noticed him as well shivered whether it was nervousness or anger Sakura couldn't tell as they all began to pack up their homework and doodads though it was it orderly and neatly like all other times. As they rose from they're seating and flew from the table, earning a few stares from other if not nerdier students. Plus a shush from a prim girl in circular glasses. Right as they were about to push out the door, Sakura rammed in to her boyfriend who quickly wrapped his hand around her upper arm. Madara yanked her out side and attempted to re cross the lawn fortress. Only to be blocked by her lovely lovely friends, getting a scorn from him and those onyx eyes that flashed red here and there.

"Where do you think your going oh macho one." Ino pointed her finger right at his puffed out chest, as Hinata nodded to the statement and crossed her arms over her bust. They only shivered as those sharpened eyes stared them down as a raspy but rude reply flew from his lips. "Any where I please, now move from our path wretch." Sakura at any time would have been mortified if he said that but since it was directed at a friend rage over took her. Struggling a new, only to be clamped down by that strong hand. She was sure that a bruise would be there by tomorrow. He tugged her along like an insolent puppy with her friends frowning and waving her goodbye and good luck. There wasn't much they could do against him any way. Besides cause a caustic bitch fest that would raise only the hate of the librarian and many students who preferred the areas quiet.

So off she went being tugged along to her boyfriend's fancy car, probably an argument would ensue inside the privacy of the vehicle. The car beeped twice to acknowledge it's opening, as her feet stumbled about on the tarmac, was it a delaying tactic? No. It was her fright at his testosterone-dominated attitude. As they made their way to the passenger side of the car, the door was opened and she shoved in. Her fingers gripped blindly at the door handle that now appeared as the door was closed, trying to open it with much struggle. Damn it he put the child locks on the door. Slowly she turned around as he was opening the driver's side, pinning her self far from his reach though futile. Honestly Sakura was scared as he slid in sitting quite tall, the door closing to his side and they sat there for a few minutes of silence.

Serious thumb twiddling? No heavy breathing went along the lines of what filled the small cabin. His eyes closed and forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose, as she obviously stared like a frightened rabbit. Nothing was said before Madara jammed the key in and turned the beast on. Concentrating fully on backing out and squealing out of the school parking lot where students stared and teachers were quite disapproving of the action. She fastened her seatbelt and slunk down in the familiar chair from the window's view. Eyes closed as she breathed quickly and hoping for the worst. As they parked, possibly somewhere no living soul would see him kill her in his preppy rage.

They sat there for a good ten minutes before her boyfriend sucked in a pragmatic breath, and expunged it in gale like force. She turned in her seat, the leather making a casual creak to her movement as her back was against the door. He was well turned to face her, his leg drawn up between them just as her book bag was clutched to her still growing chest. There was another moment of silence, them staring at each other, black versus green. His anger was mixed with sadness she could really just think was a fake ploy to make her lower her guard. It worked for all of the Uchiha's in basic, the tactical sadness then BAM sucker punch. That is what Sakura was waiting for as the lovely boyfriend sucked in a pragmatic breath as if he was attempting to pump all the oxygen out of the cabin. Then words came, like a torrential downpour of emo-ness and in that moment she felt very, very small.

"I can't believe you'd ditch me for your friends. Especially when you knew that I had planned for this, and you said you'd come. I warned you last time you tried to pull a stunt like this."

With that his hand gripped her forearm roughly, forcing the girl to drop her book bag defense. It was about to get very ugly as a small hand pressed against his other shoulder attempting to shove him away. Sakura's inner self screamed rape, as her eyes screwed shut. Upon her jaw line and neck the girl could feel the puffs of warm air from his flared nostrils and slightly agape mouth. When jade pools opened, those now crimson orbs and angry eyebrows assaulted them.

"And many know that when I do not get what I so desire, I have ways of making them pay up. And so far you're in debt my little girlfriend, since this is the third date you decided to skip out on. Hmm? What is going through your head when I have warned you twice already?"

His hand slide over her face, fingers pinioning against either side of her chin and cheeks. Squishing them together and bringing the girls head forward he stared her down, and Sakura could only look frightened at his threats. Madara was surely sick, acting one way in public and another in private. It was wondered by her friends that he must have some sort of charismatic charm to keep people gravitating to his will with out violence. Only them and a few select people really tolerated if fought against the Uchiha's presence. Sakura the most as her breath felt stifled by the way he was holding her face. As for those warnings, they were threats of blackmail and humiliation for her and the two heiresses. Something no teenager could afford in high school or need to explain to friends and family members.

She winced slightly as he cocked his head to the side with a snide grin plastering his pale features. Eyes closed momentarily trying to block out the painful position, half tempted to bite the bastard on the hand and earn a smack. Madara shook her a bit when she feigned not to answer though her mind ran a million miles per hour with insults and swear words. Then she decided right then and there in his beautiful car, with his perfect hand to bite him, hard. Right between the forefinger and thumb, as he watched with eagled eyes. It all happened so quickly but so slow as her face twisted away and did the premeditated act against his hand. And just as she predicted his eyes widened in main, a swear word came out and his other hand cocked back and flew. Last time she was slapped by him, Sakura didn't move at all but this time around the girl had the gumption to dodge him like she dodged the claws of female fans. But instead of quitting his hands grabbed at both of her wrists, pinning the petite pink head to the side of the car.

"Getting sassy with me? "

A fragment of a sentence flew from his lips and that angled face dangerously close to her own. Fingers coiled and tightened their grip until she squeaked an ow and her chin and head tried to move as far away as the glass would let her, eyes slitted. Before she tried to bite at him again, Sakura promised her self that she wasn't going to allow him this time to have his way, to make her feel dirty and like a toy. Teeth clicking at his face as his eyes widened again, and he jerked his head back, only then another grin coiled like a poisonous snake on his lips. Madara was amused, most girls he ever dated never fought back, and they all took it. Every abuse and every command he ever gave, were followed. And of course those girls, airheaded as they were never questioned the real intent why he dated them, as they cried their eyes out with screams of 'why'. As he searched for a woman who could hold her own against him.

He thought Sakura would possibly be his next victim, another lamb in the jaws of a wolf. But she turned out to be a wolfess her self, ignoring his commands right and left plus the scorn for his actions. Sure his little girlfriend allowed him to smack her once or twice or threaten the integrity she had as a young woman. But her spine was straight and her eyes were hard, filled with dislike for his being though they were once filled in adoration. Madara fell in love with her, though he couldn't properly show it now after earning the scorn of her which equaled distrust and hate through his actions which were downright abusive and if not dominating. These feelings and what is happening now was an entirely different ball game, then the one that he was playing before. As he saw her fidgeting and slightly struggling against his grasp, a chuckle flickered here and there.

Her voice was clean, yet tainted with anger as her arms wriggled against him. It was time to stand her ground, and proclaim a new law of this land. Madara's little point of weakness was going to be her leverage to use words that were usually never uttered.

"Madara I am tired of this, I am tired of you beating on me. Physically and mentally, I avoid you purposefully to escape your tyrant behavior and your fan girls who rather see me impaled on a stake then happy. If you cannot start treating me any better, then I think it is time we are done seeing each other. Period."

The situation was turning against him, the whole thing besides him being angered at her lack of commitment and pondering on his love for her or sakura being like an alpha female in disguise of a sheep. She was quite intelligent, probably smarter then himself or Itachi. Thus she took advantage of this game, or just decided enough was enough and began the offensive defend. Sakura's fingers wriggled free finally and he retracted to look at her as if she were not the same creature, and they went behind her to open the door of the car. She was damned if she didn't take advantage of this temporary freedom, the shock. Out she stumbled, quickly grabbing her things and bringing it along. Facing him her hand waved sharply if the girl was really military.

"Adios."

Slamming the door she turned heel on the graveled black top and stormed out to the street. Cell phone in hand her fingers pressed the speed dial of Ino's phone, hoping her friend could get her out of the fix of being lost. As the situation became as said before an entirely different ball game.