Konoha High I : The Dating Game

V: The Bet

"What's this bet all about, Sasuke?" Sakura asked, focusing her emerald green eyes on his pale handsome face.

"Here's the thing," Sasuke answered, still gripping the part on his back where he was "oh-so-rudely" shoved into the lockers. He walked towards Sakura, matching every step Sakura took backwards. "Why so tense, Sa-ku-ra?" Sasuke asked, a teasing smirk on his features. "You aren't nervous around me, are you? Because it wouldn't be the first time—"

Sakura rolled her eyes at his cockiness. "You need to get over yourself, Sasuke -kun. I would never, ever fall for someone like you."

Sasuke's smirk grew wider as he clicked his tongue in response. "Anything's possible," he retorted smoothly.

"So, what's this bet about?" she asked as Sakura held out her hand, her palm facing away from her face as she examined her fingernails. She clenched her fingers together as she smiled. "I love a challenge."

Sasuke kept his same arrogant expression on his face. "I'm sure you've noticed by now that all the girls in this high school are obsessed with me."

Sakura shifted her weight on her left leg, putting her left arm on her hip. "What does that piece of 'useful' information have to do with anything?" She questioned, sleek eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

Sasuke chuckled lightly, "Do you think you can get more fan boys than the number of fan girls I have?"

Sakura raised an eyebrow at him. "Is this what the bet is all about? If I can get boys to love me than you?"

Sasuke grinned, "You catch on quick. I like that." She scoffed in reply.

So he's asking us if we can get more guys obsessed with us that the number of girls that are obsessed with him. Her inner self contemplated. That's so easy! Don't forget how tons of guys were in love with us before. Who says we can't do it again? It's not like it's going to be hard… I mean look at us! We're irresistible. She mentally cackled with please.

Sakura cupped her chin with her right hand, thinking over what her alter ego had spoken. When you think about it like that… you couldn't ask for a simpler bet!

"Well?" asked the Uchiha, watching her expression change in the silence that had followed his statement. "You aren't afraid of losing, are you?"

Immediately, Sakura was torn out of her thoughts. Instinctively reacting to the question, she yelled back, "Of course not!"

It's so easy to push her buttons… Sasuke said in his mind. I wonder how easy it would be to undress them… The young Uchiha's simper grew broad at his dirty thought. "What do you say, then?" interrogated the boy calmly.

"I say that I'll be happy to accept your bet Sasuke," the pink-haired girl responded, putting her hand out as a sign that she was about to confirm a deal. "So let's shake on it. You, Uchiha Sasuke, are betting that I can't get as much fan boys as you have fan girls. And I'm betting that I can, with ease too."

Sasuke looked at her, studying the determination on her face. He mentally smirked, impressed at her confidence. He nodded in understanding, extending his arm to grip her hand with a firm shake.

Damn, he has a strong handshake… Sakura thought, her face absent-mindedly twisting slightly at the strength of his hand grasping hers. Sasuke, noticing this as he continued to study her face for any hints of deceit, lightened his grip. He released his hand, casually putting it to the side of his body.

His other hand went to where the bruise was on his back. He winced a little when he put pressure where his injury was.

Kuso, this bruise is getting worse and worse each minute. I'm starting to think that this isn't a bruise… The young Uchiha thought, eyes narrowing as he focusing his gaze at the ground so the pink-haired girl in front of him couldn't see his pain.