Text Message Part 2

A/N: dammit. Sorry people but there was some kind of error again. Haaha. You know I dont like long chapters, but i'm not that kind of short chap. writer either. Peace! Enjoy reading.

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Sakura's POV

I am now irritated. Really, can't Sasuke show a little concern for me just for once?! He knows clearly that I still have feelings for him, but now that I'm trying to move on with Kiba, he waltz in suddenly and make me feel all confused again.

Ugh.

It was only then did I felt my phone vibrate. It was a message from Sasuke. Oh, so now he replies?

From: Sasu-kun

I HATE YOU TOO! DAMN IT!

What the heck?!

My eyes were wide open at what I read. Or maybe I just didn't read it right? Hm... Let's see. Side view, front view, upper view, lower view, up-side down? Gah! Who am I kidding?! It still read the same!

That emotionless bastard! Why does he have to be this way?! Darn him!

I irritatedly placed my phone on the night stand and laid my back on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I recalled all of the times Sasuke unknowingly rejected me. Why is it that when a girl loves, she can't do anything about it? I hate it. And more to it, I hate him.

Beeep.

My phone beeped again. I sighed and grabbed it. Its a good thing it wasn't from that lame excuse for a man.

From: Kiba

I'll pick u up in 30 mins. gorgeous ;)

"Right.." I totally forgot about our so called 'date'. Seriously, of all people I chose to be my boyfriend to move on from Sasuke, why Kiba again? Taking in a deep breathe, I stood up with phone in hand and checked my contact list and deleted Sasuke's number.

Damn him.

But of course, before that, I sent one last text to him:

To: Sasu-kun

Lets just forget that we even became friends.

And headed towards the shower room for my date with Kiba. Why is he so dense? Can't he really see me as more than a friend at all?

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"...Yeah! And then after that blah blah blah blah blah!"

Oh, stop the torture!!!

Kiba picked me up earlier and here we are at Starbucks in this all too new mall that has people crowding in already. We actually, have been here for twenty minutes now. And imagine that, twenty whole minutes of listening to Kiba's endless ranting that are now giving me an earbleed!

Can someone please shoot my date?!

"Kiba?"

"....And after that-- huh? Oh, sorry Sakura-chan! What is it?"

"Arf! Arf!"

That was Akamaru. How on earth did he managed to get him in? God only knows the answer to that.

"I think I should go ho---"

Who let the dogs out? Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!

I was interrupted by that....interesting.....ringtone. The brunette grinned and took out his phone. "Hm... Unknown number? Saku, I gotta take this 'kay? Be right back!" And then he left, leaving his dog behind.

Seriously, with Kiba and Akamaru, I can't tell the difference who's who.

"So.. I guess I'm saved by the doggy ringtone?"

"Arf! Arf!"

I smiled and took a sip on my frappe. What on Jupiter is happening to me anyway? Haha.

5 minutes later...

"Sakura!!"

I jerked my head towards my "date" and clicked paused on my game in Temple Run. "So?" I asked him, clearly not interested anymore. He was huffing and immediately sat back donw across of me.

"As much as I enjoy our date, Saku-chan, I have an emergency to attend to!!"

"Ah...okay?"

"Yeah! And I just wanna say...."

I raised an eyebrow. What more can you say Kiba, you literally used all the possible words in the dictionary?

"...I'm awesome." With matching serious face and nod.

"......"

"Let's go Akamaru!!!"

And they left. They finally left. I am so not gonna have another date with him. I think I still value my insanity, thank you very much. Sigh. This is really a tiring day for me.

"Mind if I join you miss?"

OMG. That voice!!! I know it all too well! That deep, husky, sweet, sour, velvet, pink, tall, dark and I can't remember what's next, voice!!!

A smiled crept its way to my face as I turned around. I knew he's come for me. I knew it...

"Ma'am."

The waiter.

"You friend said you'll pay your order."

F*ck.

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I called a cab home and lazily walked back to my apartment. I am so drained. Who wouldn't if Kiba's my boyfriend? Ugh..

I snatched out my phone and sent a message to him.

To : Kiba

I'm breaking up with you.

Message sent.

I was about to unlock the door when suddenly, "The heck?" It wasn't lock at all! A shiver ran down my spine. Oh, please don't tell me that there's somebody else inside....

Swallowing the fear I felt, I grabbed the almighty pepper spray from mg purse and barged in.

"Okay, whoever you are! Don't force me to use this baby 'coz I ain't showing any mercy!!!"

But to my surprise, there sitting on my sofa was.. "S-Sasuke." I froze on the spot as he walked near me. An arrogant smirk on his face.

"What are you holding, all mighty Haruno?"

Kyaaaaaaahh!!!

I hid the spray behind my back and glared at him. "W-Well I---"

"I'm sorry."

My brows furrowed. He then sighed and showed me his sent items on his iPhone. "It was all just a mistake." He added as I browsed through the messages.

And I hate to say, but he's right. It is a mistake. I smiled. "So..."

Beeep.

Damn it.

I took out my phone again and read the message from an unknown number.

From: ****

I like you too ;)

I gaped and slowly averted my eyes to Sasuke. I know it was him. I memorized his number anyway...OMG. He was smirking at me.

"Sakura.. I really do."

I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. I guess, he really is worth wasting my load for. Haha. After we pulled away, I found my forehead rested on his.

We were both smiling like idiots.

But then, I remembered something,

"Sasuke?"

"Hn?"

"What if Kiba---"

"I got it all covered. He wouldn't be bothering you anymore."

I furrowed my brows again. "Wait! You mean you were the one who called him?"

He smile playfully and pecked my lips. Making me blush redder than a tomato.

"Yeah."

"W-What did you say?"

"I said that there's a grand dog food sale in Paris today with a 50% discount of his favorite brand."

So....that was the emergency?

We both laughed and stayed in each other's arms. This time, ready to tell one another everthing we want to.

Without a message not sent.

End.

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