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Sakura's POV

After running for what seems like an eternity, I slow my pace when I stop in front of the driveway to my house. I was a mess, I could already tell. I didn't even have to look at a mirror to know how disgusting I must look. Walking up the driveway slowly, I use my coat sleeve to dry away some of my tears.

Opening the door, I notice Mom is sitting in the living room, reading a book. She looks up at me, and takes off her reading glasses once she makes eye contact.

"Sakura?" She asks, concerningly, "What happened to you."

Memories of what happened just minutes ago floods through my mind again, and I bite my bottom lip to hold the tears. To my dismay, a few tears fall.

"I-I. . ." I start, but begin to choke out low cries.

Mom gets up from her seat on the couch, and embraces me tightly. I sob onto her shoulder and she makes quiet hushing sounds. I'm glad she wasn't asking questions, because I just wasn't ready to answer.

Sasuke's POV

Slamming the door open to my house, I march in and go upstairs to my room, without even giving a second glance to anything. Once I reached my extremely large room, I pretty much go phycho.

I threw things, cursed, and destroyed everything that was around me, and all for a girl. After the destruction I caused to eveything around me, I sat on the side of my bed and put my face in my hands. Why do I care so much about her? She's just a girl. I would have never even met her if it weren't for FaceBook, so why am I so affected by this. Even though I said I loved her in Deidara's office, it can't be true. No, it can't. I haven't loved anything since 'they' died.

I absolutely hate this feeling. Misery, anger, and defeat combined called for a pissed off me. I'm actually contemplating with myself whether or not I should go to Deidara's office and beat the living hell out of him until he wouldn't have enough money to pay for the plastic surgery to fix the damage I caused to his face. And to be perfectly honest, kicking his ass is weighing out not kicking his ass.

No, I would just be asking for a death wish. Who knows, he could have enough money to hire someone to get rid of me. Now I'm just overthinking everything.

I have to face the facts. There's nothing I can do at this point. If I tell Sakura the truth, either she won't believe me, or she'll refuse to marry Deidara and our lives will become miserable. The scary thing is, I'm almost willing to take that risk.

I don't understand! Why am I willing to throw away everything my parents worked hard for, just for a girl?! What makes her different from the rest of the feminine population? She's beautiful, as are other girls, she's rich, just like most girls at school, and she's a girl! So why am I feeling this much rage for her, if she's for the most part, like other girls?

"Because she actually cares," My conscience told me.

Kiba's POV

It's been a couple weeks without Sakura, and all means of friendship basically disappeared. The only other person I really talked to was this one chick who wanted to know if I could do her homework for her. I just laughed in her face, because I'm not even smart. Stereotypical people these days, thinking that just because someone wears glasses, they're considered a nerd. It's absolutely ridiculous.

So basically, I've been dead to the world. Hell, even my family isn't really talking to me, but it's always been that way. My sister Hana is quite popular, so she doesn't have time to hang out with her loser brother.

My parents have been ignoring me, because I slept in these past weekends, resulting in me not aloud to eat breakfast. As Dad would always say, "No breakfast for sleepyheads!" Yeah, they hate when I sleep in.

It's all my fault for being pushy with Sakura. Even if, she still ended up with Sasuke, so it works out. I guess I shouldn't worry about it too much. She's happy with the bastard and I'm happy for her. Let's just hope he doesn't shatter her heart.

I stare at the science worksheet I have at my computer desk, and sigh while resting my chin on my palm.

"Man," I begin to no one, "Why do I need to know the parts of an animal cell? I don't need to use this information in everyday life."

I let out another long sigh and get up from my seat. Once I did so, I rubbed my eyes like I just woke up from a deep sleep. Out of nowhere, I hear a knocking on my door.

"Who is it?" I ask, irritation obvious in my voice.

The door opens and there stands my little sister, Hana. She's wearing a sleeveless, low-cut dress that is a little too short. (I know Hana is actually older than Kiba, but I made her younger.)

"Hey older bro-Whoa. Why is it so dark in here?" She asks.

"Because the lights are off, genius." I say sarcastically, "Why do you look like a drag queen? That's not your style."

"Kiba, you wouldn't know what style is, even if it called your name. And my friends told me to wear it for the teen club tonight. Cute, huh?"

I roll my eyes at her, "No, I don't want you going out like that, especially when you're going to the teen club. That place is full of immature bastards." I reply, sitting on the foot of my bed.

"Stop acting so grown-up." She giggles.

Hana then jumps on my bed and sits next to me.

"Why the long face?" She asks.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Sure I would. Just tell me. I promise I'll listen." She smiles.

"Well-" I get cut off when I hear a car horn.

"Oh, my friends are here!" Hana exclaims, then runs out of my room.

Of course. . .

I hear my phone make a beep sound, meaning I got a text. I get up from my bed and walk to my desk, where my phone sits.

Once I open the message, I widen my eyes.

I need you -Sakura

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