Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Catching Cherry Blossoms ❯ It's You! ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter Two: ItÕs You!I am late to work and the boss gives me a warning. ItÕs almost closing time and we have a few customers left. ÒSakura, get your butt over their and give those men so coffee. Business men need their caffeine you know.Ó He winks seductively. Ew. Is he coming on to me? Ew ew ew. I slap on a fake smile and I grab the coffee pot. I swing my hips slightly for emphasis as I walk over to their table. Just as I get near enough to smell one of their expensive colognes radiating off of them, the customer at the table next to theirs pushes out their chair. My foot gets caught on the chair leg and I go down hard and fast. The coffee isnÕt as lucky. I look up only to see the empty pot crashing to the floor a few feet from me. Oh shit. I quickly collect myself from the floor. ÒDid the coffee spill on anyone?Ó I ask, quite concerned. ÒMe.Ó Someone snarls from behind me. I slowly turn around to see a business man looking at the damage done to his expensive suit. ÒOh sir! IÕm so sorry! Here let me get you some napkins.Ó I am about to rush off when I feel someone grab my wrist. ÒNapkins?! Napkins are not going to clean my $10,000 Prada suit. Look at it! You ruined it.Ó My eyes open wide. ÒMe?Ó I ask timidly. ÒYou.Ó He says, pointing a finger at me. ÒYou did it. And you are gonna pay for it.Ó My eyes open even wider. ÒWhat?! I donÕt have that kind of money! It was an accident! As in itÕs not my fault. And $10,000 you say? And it doesnÕt repel coffee? Why did you even bother buying it. It doesnÕt even flatter you. So basically, no. I refuse to pay for it. Get over it.Ó He looks at me cooly. ÒOh youÕll pay for it. Excuse me sir! This arrogant women just mouthed off to my friend and I. She also had the audacity to spill coffee on me, which I believe was intentionally done.Ó Fired is apparently written across my face because the boss took one look at me and I was out of their. Walking home I use every curse I can possibly think of to curse out that stupid business man. My old cell phone rings from inside my purse. ÒYes?! What the hell do you want? Dinner? What are you talking about? No! No way in hell. Ok. all right fine. IÕll see you in twenty minutes at The Garden. Bye.Ó Twenty minutes later I check myself out in my mirror. Sexy red dress paired with matching stilettos. Dark eye liner and mascara with some lip gloss and I look gorgeous. What, I wanna make him drool. I lock the car and make my way into The Garden. It seems everyone is their. Everyone I donÕt know. Maybe because these are all rich people. I feel uncomfortable already. I see a hand waving me over to a table. As I approach I can see my parents smiling, polite faces. My ÒhubbyÓ is facing the opposite direction, so I can only see his hair. Silvery and sticking straight up. Are they marrying me to an old guy?! I quickly begin to panic. No, they wouldnÕt be that cruel. But even as I thought it I knew it could be possible. My mother sees me getting closer and her waving gets more and more frantic. ÒKakashi, We would like to introduce you to our beautiful daughter Sakura.Ó Oh my god. The first thing I notice is that he is completely gorgeous. 27 or 28 with silvery sticky uppy hair and the most intoxicating eyes IÕve ever seen. He smiles a cute smile, but then it turns into a frown and I realize why. ÒYou! You got me fired today!Ó I am completely full of rage now. ÒNo! Anyone but him! IÕll marry anyone but him. Even an old guy who uses viagra.Ó My mother gasps and my father cracks a smile. Kakashi gives me a death glare. ÒYou still owe me. LetÕs just cooperate. I need a wife for my image and you need me because you canÕt get anyone else.Ó My hands ball into fists. ÒCongrats. YouÕve just crossed the line. And NO! I am not marrying this scum bag. I need to use the ladies room.Ó And with that iÕm off. I swing the door open and I unlatch the window at the far end of the rest room with only minor difficulty. I pack quickly, making sure to leave any unimportant things behind. ÒHere Ernie. HereÕs the money I owe you for rent. IÕm moving out. Oh and tell the new tenants they can keep whatever I have left behind. Bye Ernie. Take care of yourself.Ó With that I take off into the cold, having no clue where iÕm going.