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~Anna's POV~

Everything was going according to how I had planned when something happened that I knew wouldn't go too well.

One time the whole group decided to block the way out of school so they would have a chance of catching me before I left. Stubborn bastards. I waited them out. One by one they gave up for a try next day. I saw my chance when one of the gates were free and made for it, but...

"Oh Miss Anna, I didn't know you were still here." I looked around at Hatake-sensei and sighed. "Normally you are the first one to leave. Anyways, I want you to do me a favour and give this copy back to Itachi-kun, ok? I told him I will have a student deliver it to him in the classroom by now. He must still be there. Yoroshiku~"

He handed me a thick journal and left quickly. I sighed again. Now I get to see Itachi. Oh joy.

Sighing, I dragged my reluctant feet to the classroom and shifted my bag on the other shoulder, all the while thinking of what would happen.

I will just throw it at his face and make a run for it. But its a heavy book, it might hurt him. Tch. No matter. I will just place it on the table quietly from the window and leave as fast as I can. Yeah that sounds good.

Before I had the chance of polishing my strategy, I ran out of stairs and finally arrived at the classroom. My plan failed. The bloody Uchiha was standing at the door. -_-

"Kakashi sent it." I shoved the copy at him and tried to make my leave but Itachi grabbed my wrist and dragged me in the room and closed the door behind me. "What do you-"

"Just talk to me." He gave me that pleading look which I didn't wanna deny but knew I had to.

"Do you think when you assault someone they would talk to you?!" His grip tightened and it was slightly starting to hurt my wrist and my back since I was pressed against the wall.

" I just need you to tell me what's wrong?" He was exceptionally calm but I wasn't.

"Let me go!" I yelled a bit louder.

" Then will you talk to me?"

" You think when you're hurting me like this I would tell you my problems?! Just let me go before I do something I might regret!" I warned and it was just a matter of seconds that he let me go. And it took me less than those seconds to punch him across the face. " Next time, think before cornering someone as unstable as me."

It took me a while to register what had happened. My eyes widened and my body started shaking when I realized what I did. I scooted away from Itachi who had a concerned look even when I had just hit him. His cheek was a little red from the impact and his nose was bleeding. This was the last thing I wanted. Being driven to hurt my people myself.

" Now I'm even dangerous to you!!" I yelled taking support from the wall, my energies suddenly leaving me.

" You're not. Just listen to me-"

" You're crazy if you still want me around!" I inched towards the door and opened it. I had started to leave but his words made me stop dead in my tracks.

" I'm not crazy. I'm in love with you."

My mouth went dry and my eyes were glazed with tears but I didn't allow them to spill. I shadowed my eyes with my hair and turned to look at the Uchiha who was waiting for my response.

" I would've unhesitantly accepted those words if it wasn't for your safety. Farewell." I spat and stepped out, closing the door.

I didn't go home immediately. I waited in the shadows till I saw Itachi leave. I looked at him, my heart and mind full of grief.

Some movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked up at the students on the second floor, pointing a finger-gun at Itachi. I focused my eyes and instantly they widened.

It was him.

For a brief moment our eyes met and I saw his smirk. He jerked his chin forward and winked. Bang, he mouthed, shooting with his finger-gun the boy who I had been watching.

I quickly looked at the disappearing figure of Itachi and breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was ok and alive. When I turned my head back to Jacob, he was gone.

Fear settled in me as fast as hay catches fire. I ran to catch up with Itachi but kept a few steps back and kept myself hidden, following him silently home, praying all the while for his safety.

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