A/N : Hi readers, This isn't officially my first story so I'm not a beginner.

This story is an Alternate Universe which is based around high school and certain real life events. please read and tell me what you think.

The first chapter is short because it is just a prologue all other chapters after this will be 6 times as long.

Finally this story will be told in first and third person, first person is Sakura as she is the main character and third person are other views of other characters but mainly Sasuke, don't worry, it is structured in a way that there will be no confusion, I hope i pull it off to your standards.

Enough of my rambling read and enjoy.

Warning: This story contains language, sexual content, violence and abuse of substances.

Prologue

Who would have thought, that when I had moved to Los Angeles, things would come to this?

That I would meet a guy who could turn me on with a simple heated look, with eyes that usually glinted with sinful intent and a wicked smirk which would get me hot and bothered just by the sight of it?

I was totally powerless to his good looks, his swagger and his way with words, he was so totally full of himself and that should have pissed me off, but all it did was make my heart flutter and my face burn.

He thought he was God's gift to women and why shouldn't he?

Women treated him like if he were a sex God, they practically threw themselves at him with no shame, and he used them, they let him, hell, if it was me in his position, I would have probably done the same thing.

People told me he was no good for me, he would hurt me, that he saw me as an innocent flower and that was what intrigued him for the moment.

I was a game to him, and when he had his way with me and he had broken me down and worn me out till that innocent blossom was nothing more than a wild, untamed shrub, then he would move on to the next flavor of the week.

I had my doubts, my insecurities, but I honestly believed we had a connection that people didn't understand,

He seemed different around me.

Yes in the beginning he did treat me like a nuisance, an eyesore, but things started to change...he began to change and I thought maybe it was because I started to see less of what they saw and see him for a little more than just a rich guy with looks to die for and a hot body to boot.

I saw him for who he really was.

My heart was racing, my skin was on fire and my mind was almost everything but blank, and as he lowered his face to my neck, pressing soft lips against hot skin and murmuring things against my flesh that made me blush to the point I looked like an overripe tomato,I wondered if I should stop him now or let it continue.

His hands seemed to be everywhere, gliding over my back, down my sides, caressing the exposed thighs, over my backside, my lower stomach, over my breasts.

His mouth was moving at the same torturous pace, attacking my neck just below my ear, my collar bone, and then the small amount of cleavage that was exposed from the low dip of my T- shirt.

He was good, very good, I honestly didn't want him to stop, and showed him my appreciation with small moans and sighs of pleasure.

We still both continued to sway slowly to the music in the background that was playing but suddenly I felt him slowly gliding me back.

I could more than guess what his intentions were as he smoothly walked me backward, leading me towards his large king sized bed with the luscious satin sheets.

All I could do was catch my breath as he whispered huskily into my ear "you ready?"

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