Konoha High I : The Dating Game

The Date Part I

Sakura sighed, drumming her fingers lightly against her mahogany desk as she checked her email, her hand roaming against the mouse connected with her brand new laptop.

956 unread messages... the playgirl mused to herself, blinking uninterested emerald eyes upon scanning the names from the senders.

Of course, how typical. Just a bunch of fan boy mail, Sakura's inner self stated, rolling her eyes.

Clicking through all the messages in a bored-like manner, the blossom-haired girl simply sent them all to the junk email folder, figuring they all said the same thing as she didn't want to waste her time reading them.

She was pulled out of her dazed state when the ringing from her phone entered her ears, reaching over languidly as she flipped open the cellular device, not bothering to check the caller ID of who was calling her.

"Hello?"

"Hey, honey," Sasuke's smooth, husky voice greeted.

Sakura rolled her large sea green eyes, practically picturing the grin on the handsome boy's face to match along with his tone. "Uchiha, what do you want?"

The stated playboy let out a low chuckle. "I'm 'Uchiha' now? Don't tell me you're mad about what happened last night. I just did what any guy would've done in my position, of course with the possibility of doing something worse."

Sakura sneered despite knowing that Sasuke couldn't see it anyway. "Worse? You made me clean your whole fucking house wearing practically nothing!"

Mockingly, Sasuke shook his head on the other line. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such language for an innocent virgin."

Sakura narrowed her eyes in suspicion even though she knew Sasuke couldn't see it. He better not even think of using that against me—

I don't see why you told him that in the first place! her alter ego argued back instantaneously.

It just blurted out! she mentally replied to her inner self. Then Sakura scoffed into the phone.

"Whatever. What do you want, anyway?"

Sasuke feigned his hurt intonation. "Don't tell me you forgot the second part of my winning our bet?"

Sakura bit her tongue to restrain herself from cursing him till there was no tomorrow, or cursing herself from ever betting in the first place.

"Of course not," she spoke with fake sweetness through gritted teeth. "How could I?"

The young Uchiha chuckled once more. "You're really angry at me, aren't you?"

"Oh no, you think?" she retorted back, heavy with sarcasm.

"So I hurt little Sakura-chan..." replied Sasuke mockingly. "Maybe this date will make up for it."

Even though Sakura couldn't see the raven-haired male, she just knew he was smirking. Boy, if I could see him now, I'd wipe that smirk off his face.

Even though, you have to admit, he does look really hot with it.

Mentally, the playgirl sighed. You really suck at taking sides.

"How about tonight, eight o' clock, at Catanzaro Gardens?" Sasuke proposed, using an accent when he said the name of the restaurant.

Sakura's inner self whistled admiringly. Ooh, a fancy place.

Eh, nothing special about that, she replied to her alter ego with a shrug.

Hah, yeah right!

"It's not like I have a choice whether or not to go out with you..." she mumbled under her breath to herself before clearing her voice, saying, "Fine. Sounds good."