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Sakura's POV

"Hey, Sakura?"

I looked up from my notebook and glanced at Ino who had this playful look that screamed trouble. I leaned closer, "Yeah?"

She grinned wider,

"On a scale of 1-10, how hot is Sasuke Uchiha?"

My eyes shot wide open with what she said. Instantly, blood rushed to my cheeks and I can feel my hands sweating. Damn this girl! "Ino, sshh! Keep it down, will ya?"

I secretly glanced back up in front and sighed when our teacher was still indulged with what he was writing on the board. His broad back was against us, and his raven black hair's styled neatly today.

Ino nudged me to call my attention. I glared at her yet she only gave me a toothy reply,

"What? Can't take the heat, Sakura? Hahaha! Well, can't blame you. Sasuke is---"

"Ino!" I hushed her more sternly this time. Some of our classmates were already intrigued with what we here talking about. I shot her a look, "How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling our teacher by first-name basis?!" I frustratedly whispered.

But that didn't stop her.

"Eh? Dear Kami, Sakura! Sir Sasuke is a man!"

I rose an eyebrow at her. "And your point is?"

She almost waved her hands frantically, giving emphasis on what she was saying.

"He is a fine man! I mean, yeah. He's kinda a grumpy teacher and all, but you have to admit, he's pretty damn irresistable. Explains why half of the female population in this campus has a thing for him."

I stared at her. I guess she expected me to give a comment or support her little theory.

Shrugging, I tried to ignore her and focus on my notes.

Well, I really tried. Believe me.. But thoughts kept invading my head. Unconsciously, I stared at Sir Sasuke's back and watched his muscles flex under his shirt. A small blush crept it's way again to my cheek and I immediately lowered my head in embarrassment.

He is kinda hot.

Sir Sasuke Uchiha.

He's a fresh graduate but our school accepted him on the spot. A young genius and I'm pretty sure he could only be a couple of years older than us.

Science had never been an interesting subject until he came along.

And.. To be honest, I'm not immune to his charms.

I took in a deep breath and poked Ino's arm. She immediately turned to me.

"Um.. Ino, what if I tell you I'm one of them?"

She had her forehead creased.

"One of what?"

"O-One of the girls..who has a 'thing' for sir?"

This time, her eyes went wide and I had to cover her mouth using my hand to prevent her from squealing. When she calmed down, Ino had a teasing expression written on her face.

"Seriously, forehead? You like him?!"

"SHH! And yes. No big deal...right?"

She wiggled her eyebrows. "Never knew you had it in you, Sak. I thought you'd still be madly inlove with William Shakespeare." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. Relieved to vent out what I feel for the Uchiha prodigy.

But as I was about to continue writing, someone blocked my line of view.

I gazed up and paled the moment I saw Sir Sasuke Uchiha standing before me. He had an amused expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

My heart beated rapidly when he leaned in and whispered the words,

"Talking in my class, I see. We'll have a little chat later, Miss Haruno."

I gulped, completely ashamed of myself and nodded.

The rest of the day went by a blur and soon, I found myself sitting on a chair infront of Mr. Uchiha's table in his office. I looked down and avoided his eyes as much as possible when we spoke.

"S-Sir.. About what happened.."

"It's a offense, Miss Haruno. Haven't anyone told you to keep matters aside during my time? If not, you should know that by now."

I shrunk in my seat at how professional he sounded.

"It won't happen again, sir.. Sorry."

I am so damn dead! Ugh.... Wait, what if he heard me and my little confession earlier?! ---Damn it, Sakura! Stop it. That's not the case here!

I pushed the thought aside.

"Miss Haruno, I want you to-----"

"WAAAAH! Please don't drag me to detention! Sir, I'm too young to die!"

I blurted out and that made Sir Sasuke raise an I brow at me. He sighed then settled his eyes at the files he was reading,

"If having lunch together at some sushi restaurant on Saturday is your definition of detention, then yes. I will be dragging you to detention."

I blinked. What the heck?!

But before I could speak, he interrupted me,

"We'll further discuss that punishment of yours tomorrow. For now, you're dismissed."

I reluctantly stood up and walked away.

Well, not before noticing the red blush tinting his cheeks.

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