Yes, I know I haven't even finished any of the stories i've started so far. But I got a great idea for a story and didnt want to forget about it so I just decided to write a new one. Well sorry. Seriously, but you know me. I get writers block. I'll still continue "An Angel in Disguise" and i'll eventually post a new chapter for "Himari and the Fire Dragon" Well for now enjoy this story! Don't forget to review. Maybe i'll post new chapters for all 3 stories tomorrow? It's up to you. Muahahahaha.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, never have and never will.

Chapter 1

These Fangirls…

Tell me, what do I do when I'm being plummeted down a flight of stairs? What's more embarrassing…being watched by all of San Diego as I elegantly tumble down steps? Or, Having millions of people laugh and point at you while you spill coffee down your white shirt, and then slip on your own mess and then end your act by gracefully falling to what could have been your own death?

They both equally suck.

They both equally make you want to hurl with embarrassment, but because I've been named "The Klutz" it's not all that surprising. No I'm not just a klutz, I'm THE Klutz. Please shoot me, shoot me here and now and end all my klutziness. What a perfect day right? On my first day of my new job which is not the best job in the world, I end up doing the following:

Being woken up by my grumpy cat Nilah.

Stepping on Nilah's tail.

Getting all of Nilah's fury all at once.

Because of Nilah's rampage it delayed my schedule.

Delaying my schedule results in obviously being late.

First day of work at The Flying Star Café as a waitress…and I'm going to be late.

First mistake: Making Coffee.

Second mistake: Going to the bank to withdraw some money from my account.

Third mistake: Trying to actually get to work on time.

Fourth mistake: Running in heels on a linoleum floor.

Fifth mistake: Wearing a white shirt.

Sixth mistake: Fucking coffee!

I think you get the point. Not only does my great life get worse, but when this stupid man pushes me I trip on the linoleum floor, spill coffee all down the front of my shirt and spilling half of it onto the floor and then slipping on it, my life only gets better AFTER I plummet down the stairs with no help from the jerk who pushed me. My jeans rip. Not just a little tear but a full out 'RRRRrrrriiiip' . Oh boy, I haven't introduced myself yet. I know you wish you were me but sorry, only I can live this charmed life. My name is Sakura Haruno and I'm 18. Yes 18, and finally out on my own. Do I regret moving out of my parents luxurious home just outside of Hollywood? Yes, very much so. I'm living in this alright looking apartment building. Honestly I'm not doing all that bad, but you know luck changes. I've never really had the best of luck in the first place, believe me. Ever since I was born I was Karma's target. Every little thing I did just back fired on me ten times worse. My first realization of bad luck was when I was just a little girl. Looking in the mirror at the ripe age of 3 and seeing pink hair was not the prettiest sight. Yeah, that's me the girl with the pink hair, and slightly large forehead. Ever since then, casualty after casualty fell on me. My, cat dies, my dog dies, my aunt dies, my best friends move, even as little as not getting a toy I wanted, but all that changed and now my catastrophe's are much worse then these childish ones. As you can see, I would trade places with anyone any day. The only ounce of luck that I've had today is living right next to the bank that I happen to have this horrendous incident happen. While every one around me points and laughs, I get up and try to cover both my face and my ass, which is just out there for the world to see. I hurriedly walk down the rest of the steps that I already haven't made a fool of myself on, and once I'm outside I step on it, and run like I've never ran before. At least as fast as I can in these damned heels. I run inside the apartment complex. Ihiru, the apartment manager, sits at the front reception desk and even he knows not to mess with me.

"Hey Sak-" When he sees my face 8 shades of red and muttering curse words with a scowl he stops mid-sentence. I step into the elevator going up to the fifth floor, I impatiently tap my black heel on the floor as the numbers above the door light up, '1..2..3' it stops at 3. I stare in disbelief, why does god hate me so much? The door opens and a man with Black longish hair, and dark eyes walks into the elevator. He wears black slacks, and a light blue collared shirt buttoned up with only 3 buttons unbuttoned

A/N: Ha, how many more 'buttoned' can I fit in that sentence?

He looks kind of pissed off and I cant help but think that maybe I'm not the only one living a hell of a life. Literally. The door closes and the silence overwhelms me and makes me more shaky…I'm absolutely late! I tap my foot more furiously as I blow a lock of pink hair out of my face. As if just seeing me, the man side glances at me. His eyes scan my hair, my foot tapping on the ground, and then my hand which is behind my ass. He gives me a confused look which I ignore and finally after what seemed like years does the elevator stop on my floor. Just then, my cell phone rings. I desperately dig for my phone in my bag, the elevator door opens, and I'm still searching for the damn phone. Oh no, my life keeps getting better. I drop my bag in frustration as all it's contents spill all over the elevator floor.

"Fucking bag." I mumble as I bend down to get everything the door starts to close again.

"NO!" I yell, and I put my foot out to stop it from closing.

"There you are, you fucking demonic phone." Just then I remember that not only is there someone else in the elevator with me but I'm bending over, with a full view of my backside, the man bends down and picks up the rest of my things for me with a irritated look on his face. This guy is not having the best day either.

"Thanks.." I mumble getting up, I glance at my caller ID as I get out of the elevator. I answer the phone.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I yell as I turn into the next hall. I get a glimpse of the man in the elevator as the door closes, he smirks. Wow, he's freaking gorgeous.

"Ok, your in a bitchy mood today." I hear the voice on the other line say.

"Ino, today is probably the most horrible day of my life, do me a favor please!" I plead as I open my door. Ino Yamanaka is one of my close friends, she's a pretty blonde that works at a flower shop, she's the type of girl that's always up to fashion, and knows all the gossip around California, but she does have a big mouth.

"What?" She says sounding irritated.

"Call, Hinata and tell her to tell Tsunade some excuse of why I'm late to work and that I'll explain everything to her later." I say into the phone as I slip off my jeans and throw them into the trash.

"Yeah, yeah whatever, I can't even call you to talk anymore." Ino replies.

"Ino, I'll tell you everything later too. When I'm not trying to be killed. I'll see you later." I mumble hanging up the phone.

Hinata is this extremely pretty girl with short black hair and pupil-less white eyes. Sounds weird right? Well she's absolutely gorgeous, she's just really shy and she works at The Flying Star Café too. Tsunade on the other hand is this short tempered blonde lady. She happens to be my boss and she does not tolerate ANYTHING. Which is why I am somewhat frightened to go to work right now. I grab a gray knee length skirt, the type you see when someone is going to a really nice day at work, and a plain white short sleeved button up shirt with frilly designs at the bottom. I put my black heels on again (they aren't really tall) and put my shoulder length hair into a quick ponytail. I quickly look at myself in the mirror. Green eyes stare back at me. Eh, decent. I grab my bag and literally run to my black 2008 Ford Focus and speed all the way to The Flying Star. I quickly park my car and make my way inside the Flying Star. The café is actually really nice. It has a homey feel to it, and it has tables lined up against the wall, some even sitting outside for those really nice days. The chairs are all cushioned, and the walls are a burgundy color and the floor is tiled in a nice charcoal black. It's hard to describe, but the lighting is also dimmed so it has a really relaxing feel to it. I run behind the counter grabbing the red apron from a drawer and act as if I've been there the whole time. Tsunade comes out of her office, and I tense up as I start wiping the counters. Hinata comes out of the bathrooms and looks at me and then at Tsunade. Clearly Ino just told her now, and I just made it on time before Tsunade even noticed. I smile at Tsunade and continue wiping down the counters. Hinata tucks her phone into the front pocket of her apron and then begins wiping mugs. Tsunade surveys us and then walks back into her office. I sigh, and slide down to the floor. I'm absolutely exhausted.

"W-what happened?" Hinata asks standing over me.

"Long story short: My life is hell."

Hinata fidgets with her fingers and then glances to the door just as the bell that indicated a new customer rings.

"I'll get that Hinata." I say standing up and grabbing a small pad of paper and a pen.

I drag my feet to the table.

"Welcome to The Flying Star, can I start you off with something to drink." I look down from my pad of paper and look at the man sitting in the chair. It just so happens to be the same gorgeous guy in the elevator. Great, he gets to stand next to The Klutz, I hope I don't rub off on him. He looks at me, and then realizes who I am and a smirk appears on his face. Just then I notice something odd. I look around and see just about every girl drilling their eyes into him, and giving me these killer death glares.

"I'm probably gonna get jumped after my shift." I mumble. I realize I said that out loud. He's looking at me like he's getting a kick out of seeing me mess up all the time. He looks at the menu sitting in front of him.

"Coffee." He merely says, his voice sounded angelic. I take the pen from behind my ear and quickly jot down the words 'Coffee for the hot guy in black slacks.' I smile, wondering if Hinata will know who I'm talking about.

"Anything else?"

He shakes his head. "I'll have that right out for you." I say nicely and then curtsey as I make my exit. Fuck. Did I just curtsey? I think about what I just did in dismay. Hinata looks at me in a strange way as I make my way to the counter.

"What's w-wrong Sakura?" she stutters.

"I just fucking curtsied." I say in disbelief as I hand her his order. She looks at the paper, and then scans the café.

"The hot guy in black slacks?" She reads.

She looks around and finds the only guy that has black slacks and then quickly gets his coffee ready. I'm still standing there like a dumbass and finally I walk over to Hinata.

"Look how all the chicks stare at him."

She looks around as she hands me the mug of coffee.

"I don't blame them Sakura." She tells me.

"What? You like him too?"

"No, he's not my type.." Hinata has a type? I wonder.

"Sakura, don't tell me you don't know who he is?"

"What am I missing?" She sighs.

"He's Sasuke Uchiha."

Where have I heard the name Uchiha?

"Uchiha.." I say out loud.

"C'mon Sakura, the famous producer? The line of hotels?" she looks at me in disbelief.

"OH!" I open my eyes wide. Oh my god, the son of the famous Uchiha prodigy. The heir of The Uchiha Co.

I look at Hinata and then Sasuke.

"Are you serious?" She nods. I slowly walk to his table.

"Here's your coffee, sir." I say to him and hand him the mug of coffee. He takes it and looks up at me again like he wants to say something but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is: "Hn."

That's not even one word. Wow, he's a lady killer. Not.

"Anything else?" I ask him politely. He stares at me AGAIN for about a minute finally shaking his head.

I walk away and just stare at him from the spot behind the counter. Just then, a woman with black long hair and blue eyes comes up to the counter.

"May I help you?" I ask.

"Yes, you may, STOP trying to get with MY Sasuke." She says before stalking off.

Wow, is she serious? I'm doing my job, getting his order and suddenly I'm taking someone's 'Sasuke'. I didn't even know who he was until a minute ago. This girl's got some serious competition because EVERYONE is sending me death glares.

Stupid Fangirls.

-Goose-