This one-shot is dedicated to @callmeallysa for requesting this.

Enjoy

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The message appeared on my phone in late August, which is when school started. It was already bad enough I have to deal with the stress and agony of homework and projects, but this was on a whole new level.

 At times I feared for my own life, simply because of this one person. No, he has not made any threats yet, but I feel so uncomfortable just reading his words. Every time I block this restricted number, it still keeps coming back. I don't know how and I don't know why, but all I know is that I'm being harassed by a stalker.

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"I'm telling you, it seems like Sai is finally understanding how to connect with his emotions," My best friend started, "And all because of me."

 I chuckled at her statement, as I took a sip of my soda. I'm currently in the food court of the local mall with my best friend Ino. I swear, this girl drives me crazy sometimes! All she ever talks about is Sai, Sai, Sai! I've never had a boyfriend before, but I doubt I'd ever brag. Sometimes I wish I could slap her as hard as I slap Naruto. But then I stop myself, remembering her temper is just as bad as mine.

 "Forehead!" Ino shouted, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

Giving her a slight glare, I replied, "What, Ino-pig?"

"What's going on in that large head of yours?" Her aqua eyes sparkled in curiosity.

"Heh," I growled, crossing my arms, "I'm just thinking about the satisfaction I would have by slapping you."

"Oh please, Sakura. Don't be jealous that I have a boyfriend and you don't." Then her face grew serious, "How's Sasuke-kun?"

I rose an eyebrow in confusion, "What about Sasuke-kun?"

 "Tsk tsk," My blonde friend shook her head, "You've had the hots for Sasuke-kun since we were in our elementary days, yet you haven't made a move on him?"

"I'm sorry, but I seem to remember you having a crush on him too." My smirk was apparent.

Ino sighed, "Yeah, but that's long gone. You're in love with him, which is way different than a crush."

 "Sasuke-kun doesn't care about me. . ." I placed my chin on the palm of my hand.

A smug expression appeared on her face, "I wouldn't be so sure about that. Remember when Naruto was drunk and tried hitting on you?"

I giggled, remembering the incident, "Yeah, and Sasuke-kun beat the hell out of him?"

The two of us stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing. A notification sound on my phone alerted me, and I picked it up from the table, still chuckling. Unfortunately, my chuckles stopped when I read the message.

Restricted: Your laugh is so sexy, Sakura-chan.

Staring at the message, I tightened my grip on my phone and looked around the room to look for someone on a cellular device. Sadly, there was no one like that to be seen. Another notification sound was heard.

Restricted: Nice try.

"Forehead," I jerked my head up at my best friend, "You all right?"

 I nodded, "I'm fine."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Of course." The smile I gave her was false.

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"The mitochondria is a pill-shaped part of a plant and animal cell, that. . ." I mumbled under my breath, studying for my science class. The beep of my phone, made me look down hesitantly, and my worst fears came true.

Restricted: You can't ignore me forever, Sakura-chan.

I grit my teeth at his words.

 Me: What do you want?

Restricted: I just want you. I can't stand not seeing you.

Me: Get a life.

 Restricted: You're my life. I love you so much, Sakura-chan.

Me: You don't know what love is. You're just a creepy stalker. And don't put –chan at the end of my name. We aren't friends.

Restricted: Please don't say those words to me. They're making me angry.

Me: I don't give a damn. Now stop talking to me.

Restricted: You don't know how much I think about you. I'm in love with you, Sakura-chan. And I don't want to ever hear you talk about another man ever again.

My emerald eyes widened at his text message.

Me: What are you talking about?

Restricted: I heard your friend talking about how you are in love with another man. She must be mistaken.

Me: She was right. You have no chance, because I'm in love with someone else. That's enough reason for you to leave me alone.

Restricted: You're lying. Our love is eternal.

Me: I don't love you, you stalker!

Restricted: Don't make me angry, Sakura-chan. I'll claim you as mine sooner than I wanted to, if you don't stop talking to me like that.

My heart started beating faster and faster, as chills ran down my spine. I've never been creeped out like this in my life. I know the best thing to do would be to tell my parents, but they are on a business trip, so there's not much they could do. Looking towards my window, I noticed the rays of headlights peeking through the shears.

Hesitantly, I looked out my window and saw a car parked in front of my house. Tears began forming in my eyes, because I know I'm alone. There was another beeping sound coming from my phone. I clenched my fists, and grabbed the phone. Without looking at the message, I said-

Me: Leave me the hell alone! I hate you, so stop talking to me! You mean absolutely nothing to me, you creep!

I sent the message, hoping this person would leave me alone for good. Although I can't ensure he will, this is the best I could do. After about 5 minutes, I received another text.

Restricted: I know you're there. Don't ignore me.

Confusion clouded my mind, as I read the message. Using my thumb, I scrolled upward, revealing that I did not send the text to my stalker.

Did I send that message to someone else?

Going back to my messages, my jaw dropped. Indeed, I was correct. My eyes scanned the message the person sent to me a few minutes ago, which resulted in me to send my last text.

Sasuke: Hey, can we talk?

Me: Leave me the hell alone! I hate you, so stop talking to me! You mean absolutely nothing to me, you creep!

"Oh Kami-sam-"I was cut off from the sound of knocking coming from the living room.

Grabbing the tennis racket that was right next to me, I slowly moved towards the door, knowing my stalker could possibly be there. I swung the door open, holding the tennis racket up. Instead of seeing an unfamiliar face, I stood in front of a man I was not expecting to see.

"Sasuke-ku"

He cut me off, "What the hell was that?!"

 I gulped, "Get inside."

"Wha-"I pulled him into my house and slammed the door, locking the deadbolt.

Sasuke-kun looked at me, confusion crossing his features, "What's your problem?"

Quickly, I replied, "That message wasn't meant for you."

 "It wasn't?"

I bit my lip, tears began escaping my eyes, "No. There's this guy who's been messaging me constantly."

"Who?" Sasuke-kun asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

A sob escaped my lips, "I have no idea. He's been stalking me and-"

The beep of my phone cut me off, and I slowly rose the phone to my face. Sasuke-kun quickly stood beside me, and looked at the message.

Restricted: Who the hell is that guy, Sakura-chan?!

"Oh Kami-sama, he's here. . ." I intentionally dropped my phone, and put my face in my hands.

He bent down to my height, and Sasuke-kun grabbed my wrists gently, making my hands come off my face, "I'm here, alright?"

"I don't know what to do, Sasuke-kun. I'm so scared."

His expression held anger, as he looked out the window, "I'll handle this. Stay here."

 I nodded, as Sasuke-kun grabbed the tennis racket, as well as my phone and went out the door. I watched him make long strides towards the car and he went behind the car. The car began to drive off, but he held up my phone, as the flasher went off.

He walked back towards me, and said, "I got his license plate number. I'll take you to the police station tomorrow, so they can locate the owner of the car."

I nodded, "Thank you so much."

Smirking, he replied, "That bastard won't get away with what he's done to you."