• 4laugh I can't remember a time when I didn't love Sasuke Uchiha. Ever since we were seven -- the day he and his brother moved in with their grandmother in second grade -- I was mesmerised by his existence.

    I sat alone at the table, tugging on my annoyingly choppy hair. If it wasn't pink, I wouldn't think it was so bad, but it was, and also the reason that I was an outcast.

    "Ewww!" a girl with pink hair-- one of the more popular girls -- I think her name was Kana -- exclaimed, "Look at that freak!"

    Even when we were seven, there was a whole caste system in my school; the children with the most money, beauty, or talent, were worshipped by all of their other less beautiful, more stupid peers.

    The whole "popular" crowd laughed, their giggles spreading like a stone thrown into a quiet pond, until the whole cafeteria was guffawing at my difference. I felt my face turn cherry red, clashing horribly with my hair; quickly, I hurried out of the large room, leaving my things behind. I would come back for them later.

    It was outside in my usual hiding place, that I met him.

    Leaning against the wall, with a bored expression on his face, was the most beautiful boy that I had ever seen; that's the only way I could describe him.

    Thinking that he was one of my intimidators, I tried to avoid meeting him altogether -- my self esteem was low enough as it was. However, before I could escape, one of the dying leaves on the ground betrayed me; his head shot up, and I found myself looking into a pair of brilliant charcoal-colored eyes.

    "Who are you?" he mumbled, "You're not one of those annoying girls are you? I thought I escaped them."

    Of course, Kana and her army of infatuated fangirls would be chasing him.

    "I'm sorry." I said, my face turning scarlet, "I won't tell them you're here."

    He smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling in a way that dazzled me even more, "Thanks, Sakura."

    And so I lived like that in secret torment -- it was obvious that he would never be mine, when all of the other more beautiful girls were already besotted with him. But for some reason, it was me that he chose to talk to when I usually sat alone at lunch, me that he talked to everyday during class when the teachers weren't looking, and it was me whom he told all of his secrets to, despite all of the attention he was given.

    To the envy of the other girls, we remained close until Sasuke was put into a private, more prestige high school by his wealthy guardian, I was left behind to brave the nightmares of high school alone.

    "I promise." Sasuke's midnight eyes were apologetic, almost sad, "Nothing will change; I'll call you every night, and it'll be the same as always." He smiled -- I would do anything for that smile -- and said, "Besides, it's only four years."

    I tried to concentrate on the tiny rocks that glittered and sparkled in the pavement, I didn't want to let my emotions betray me, not now.

    "I'll miss you." I whispered, "It won't be the same, you know?"

    "Yeah." crying

    High school wasn't as bad as I had thought. The years of being friends with Sasuke had formed some kind of immunity about me -- no one made fun of my unnatural hair color anymore. Around junior year, boys started to notice me more. It helped that I grew my hair out, and wasn't as timid anymore. I even made a friend -- Hinata Hyuga -- who was almost as much of an outcast as I used to be, except that her cousin was the popular, cold, Neji Hyuga.
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    During high school, Sasuke became more sociable. Girls began to work up the courage to socialize with him, and soon enough he was dating.

    I walked into the crowded restaurant, searching. Sasuke had said he would meet me here... was I late?

    My dismay was soon extinguished by a cool voice, "Hey, Sakura."

    I gasped, and turned around. Sasuke was standing right behind me, beaming.

    I grinned, "Hey, Sasuke."

    What I was about to say was suddenly interrupted by a shrill voice, "Is this Sakura?"

    An attractive girl stood up from a table, stopping when she was beside Sasuke. I felt my heart sink to my stomach as she clutched his arm possessively.

    Sasuke smiled, "Yes." he turned to me, "Sakura, this is Mayu... she's my girlfriend."

    Mayu giggled, and I disliked her immediately. It was obvious that she was the reason that Sasuke had stopped calling me as often. Her fault that I had started biting my nails again, and staying up later than usual just to hear his voice.

    Or maybe I was becoming as impulsive as the other girls.

    "Do you want to sit down?" Sasuke asked, we were already blocking waitresses.

    "You're so polite." Mayu sighed, and then dragged him to the table that she had been sitting at.

    For the rest of the evening, I tried not to notice how he looked at her. I tried not to flinch whenever she laughed at something he would say -- funny or not. I had the feeling that she had invited herself here, because the sound of another girl was a threat.

    It infuriated me.

    It wasn't until high school ended and Sasuke and I got into the same college, that I was finally satisfied. He had already broken up with his current girlfriend -- a girl named Yumi; Mayu had been dumped a few weeks after I met her -- and to my delight it would just be him and me, with no annoyingly charming girl.

    It was when we started college, that my heart started beating again.
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