Married to Sasuke Uchiha [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 - Quarrel

After long moments of silence, Sasuke cleared his throat.

"Hey, pink-haired brat ... you know, you've had that sad expression for a while now. You look like an ugly sadistic, love struck teenager," He replied

Sakura twitched. Anger immediately overcame her feeling pf sadness. "Godd*mm*t, you're so irritating. Where the hell are you taking me anyways?" She groaned.

"You really wanna know?" Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

Sakura nodded.

"To get you a dress," Sasuke stated.

"Huh? A dress? But why?" Sakura's eyes widened.

"For the engagement party tomorrow. I wouldn't want you to show up in some ugly *ss dress ... it'd be an embarrassment for me and my family. Besides, I wouldn't want people to see me with a bride that has no taste in clothing," Sasuke smirked.

"What... what the h*ll! I have nice dresses, too! It's not like I'm poor! My family came from a wealthy background. You Uchihas wouldn't even be at the top of Japan if the Haruno's didn't hand over the company to you guys," Sakura rolled her eyes.

"True that .. but look at you, now. You look like a .. uh...well, I can't even describe it.." Sasuke looked up and down at her.

Sakura blushed in embarrassment. "Shut up! Keep your eyes on the road... sh*t, don't look at me like that," she glared at him.

"Hn. There's nothing to look at anyways. Now that I've taken an observation of you ... I'm kinda disappointed. You have a big forehead, weird green eyes, a disfigured nose, dry lips, you're flat chested, you have no ass, and who the h*ll in this world has pink hair?" Sasuke laughed at her.

Sakura gaped. "My forehead isn't that big! My eyes are emerald, and I think they're pretty unique for my real eye color. My nose isn't f*cking disfigured, my lips are soft as h*ll ... and ... and..." She cupped her breasts. "I am sooo not flat chested! I have better looking ass than you, I bet! And my hair color is one of a kind ... oh, don't even get me started on your chicken-ass hair," Sakura narrowed her eyes at him.

"Chicken ass hair? What the hell are you talking about... my hairstyle is the best for men. Look at your hair has split ends," Sasuke took a small piece of her hair and pulled it.

"Stop it! That hurts!" Sakura slapped his hand away.

"Hehe, and see this.." He poked at her stomach. "Your fat is pouring out," He stated.

Sakura turned red. She pouted and covered her stomach with her hands.

"Heh, you're so fun to mess with. It's gonna be a fun marriage," Sasuke chuckled.

"Go die." Sakura scowled.

Sasuke suddenly stopped the car. "Sure, I'll go die," He replied sarcastically and got out.

"Where are you going?" Sakura blinked.

"We're here," Sasuke said as he closed the car door before she could respond back.

Sakura opened the door to see a store with expensive-looking clothes. "They're so pretty.." she replied in awe as she got out, also.

"I told you so. It's much better than your dresses at home, right?" Sasuke locked his car and walked ahead.

Sakura hated to admit it, but they were much prettier.

"Come on," Sasuke held out his hand to her.