A/N: This is by far the most diverse story we've ever written. We don't think there are many stories like this, in which Sasuke is a teacher and Sakura is a student. And the ones that we have read (in our opinion) aren't really good, so we decided to write our own. Hope you guys like it!

Important Info: Sakura is 17 and she is a senior in high school. Sasuke's age will be revealed to you guys later. There might be a bit of OOCness in some of the characters.

Chapter One

I sat at the back of the class as usual. Being unnoticed. No one bothered to ask me how my Fall Break was. Then again, who would. It's not like my classmates pay much attention to me. I'm just the strange looking pink-haired geek. I don't have many friends except for my two best friends Hinata and Naruto.

Naruto is actually in this class as well, but he usually arrives late. He is the one that makes English class bearable. Without him, I'd have to hear the boring droning of our crazy teacher Mrs. Hiroshi. But before the break she totally snapped and went ballistic. She yelled at us and said it was our fault she had high blood pressure and had to take pills at night. My guess is that she forgot to take those pills. Anyways, she quit. So now we're going to have a new teacher.

I saw Naruto plop down in the seat next to mine with a smile on his face. "Hey Sakura. What did I miss?" he said, taking off his backpack and placing it on the floor beside his desk.

"Nothing. The new teacher hasn't arrived yet. I hope she isn't old like Mrs. Hiroshi," I said, doodling on my notebook. I do that a lot actually.

"Yeah. I hope she's young too. Maybe with a good body," Naruto said.

"Naruto, you perv!" I said, punching him on the arm. He just laughed it off. I continued drawing insignificant doodles, not paying attention to my surroundings. I stopped when I heard the room get quiet all of a sudden. The girls in my class started to squeal and in curiousity I looked up.

Standing there in front of the chalkboard was the most handsome man I've ever seen. He had dark, intriguing eyes that looked like an endless abyss. His raven hair was styled in messy spikes, but it worked for him. He wore a buttoned-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and casual pants. I held my breath in wonder.

The young man scanned all of our faces briefly ( I blushed when our eyes met for a few seconds) before speaking. "Good morning class. I'm your new English teacher, Mr. Uchiha," he said, writing his name on the board. His handwriting was small, but neat.

He grabbed the attendance sheet that was lying on his desk and started to call out our names. I liked the way he said my name, rolling the r.

"Okay, since I don't know what you guys learned from your previous teacher-," Mr. Uchiha said. People snickered at that part becase Mrs. hiroshi didn't really teach us anything. "I'll start with the basics: grammer. Can anyone tell me what a subject and predicate are?" he asked.

No one raised their hand, but I knew the answer. It was too easy.

"Yes Naruto," Mr. Uchiha said, calling on him when Naruto raised his hand.

"Well, a subject is what the sentence is about. A predicate is when you guess what will happen in the future," he said. Some people laughed.

"I think you got it confused with predict," Mr. Uchiha said, smirking.

"Oh," Naruto said. "I thought you were pronouncing it wrong. In that case, I don't know what a predicate is. But did I get the subject right?" Mr. Uchiha nodded his head.

"Does anyone know what a predicate is?" he asked, coaxing us to answer. If he was nervous, he didn't show it. He sighed and looked at the sheet with all our names on it. I wonder who he'll pick. "Shikamaru Nara," Mr. Uchiha said.

At the sound of his name, Shikamaru raised his head from his desk. "A predicate says something about the subject," he said in a lazy voice.

"That's correct," Mr. Uchiha said, picking up a piece of chalk and writing a sentence on the board. His body screamed silence in return. "Can anyone tell me what kind of figurative language this is? I'll give you a hint. It starts with a p."

Again, another easy question. No one raised their hand. I knew Shikamaru knew the answer as well, but he's too lazy to raised his hand because it would involve moving. I looked at Mr. Uchiha, who was waiting patiently. I kinda felt sorry for the guy because no one was participating. I decided to raise my hand.

"Sakura," he said. Everyone turned to look at me.

"It's a personification. A personification gives human-like qualities to objects," I explained. "A body can't really scream in real life." Explaining was unneccessary, but I always did. I can't help myself.

"Well done Sakura," Mr. Uchiha said in approval.

"You're so smart Sakura," Ino whispered to me. I don't know why she was talking to me. She's so popular and I'm... well, I'm not.

"Thanks," I whispered back. But she wasn't looking at me anymore, but at our teacher. Like all the other girls in our class, she was raptured by his handsomeness.

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For being his first day, I think Mr. Uchiha did a good job. I mean, our class isn't the best. Actually, we're the worst. We showed no mercy to Mrs. Hiroshi. We would throw things in the classroom and text on our cellphones. Me, I just doodled in my notebook.

Mr. Uchiha is different from other teachers though. He doesn't talk a lot or give boring lectures. He explains in the least amount of words possible. His style of teaching is quite refreshing.

At lunch, Hinata, Naruto, and I sat next to each other. Ever since those two started dating, I've felt like a third wheel. Is it sad to mention that I've never had a boyfriend? The only boy I've kissed is Naruto, but that was only because I wanted to know how it felt like. Besides, we were twelve, so I'm not sure if it counts. Naruto is more like a little brother to me. At the moment, he doesn't look too happy.

"What's wrong?" Hinata asked him.

"I saw you talking to Kiba in the hallway," Naruto said.

"Are you mad because of that?" she said. I don't think Hinata is aware of the fact that Kiba has a crush on her.

"Yeah. That idiot is trying to get with you," Naruto said, trying to put as much food in his mouth as possible.

"Naruto, would you mind closing your mouth when you chew?" I said. "And Kiba is not trying to get with Hinata." Which was a total lie.

"Yes he is," he said.

"We were just talking about what we did during the break. That's all," Hinata said, giving Naruto a kiss on the cheek. "Sakura, you never did tell me what you did while you were at India."

"Oh, it was amazing! The food was great, although a bit spicy for my taste," I said. "There were lots of statues of their gods in the temples and buildings. They were so beautiful, especially the painted ones."

"Do you have any pictures? I would love to see them," Hinata said.

"Yeah. I just need to get them developed."

"Sakura, you are so lucky that you get to travel. I've never been out of Japan," Naruto said.

"Well, I like the postcards you sent me," Hinata said.

"You do know the whole point of a postcard is so you don't have to write a lot," Naruto said.

"So I wrote a lot," I said, biting into my onigiri. "Anyways, India was a great place to work on my sketching."

"You're so talented. I don't know why you never compete in any of the art shows. You would win hands down," Hinata said. I shrugged.

"When's you're next game Naruto?" I asked. He's in the soccer team and a damn good player.

"This Friday, right after school. We're practicing everyday this week. We also practiced during the break. It was hell," Naruto said.

"Well, everybody's talking about the new teacher Mr. Uchiha. What's he like?" Hinata asked.

"He's young, maybe in his mid-twenties," I said.

"You couldn't keep your eyes off him," Naruto said. "You and all the other girls. I mean, he's not that great." Hinata looked at the two of us, unsure.

"I meant, is he strict or laidback?" she asked.

"Neither. He's more...professional, I guess. He didn't talk much," I added.

"Thank God for that. I don't think I'd be able to stand another droning zombie," Naruto said. Hinata and I rolled our eyes. "You guys should see me practice today. Then we can go out somewhere to eat afterwards."

"Okay," Hinata said excitedly.

I wanted to go as well, but I thought better of it. Hinata and Naruto need their alone time. I'd only be in their way. So just this once, I won't go. "I'd love to, but I can't. My history teacher already assigned a project," I said. "I really need to go to the library and research."

"You can do that another time," Naruto said.

"Besides, that project isn't due until two weeks from now. You have loads of time," Hinata said.

"Well... if you really want me to...fine, I'll go," I said.

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"Go Naruto! Go!" Hinata and I cheered. We were both sitting on the grass, watching the boy's soccer team practice in the field. Naruto was dribbling the ball with his feet, trying to dodge the cones in his way. We clapped when he finished.

"42 seconds! Good job Uzumaki," the coach yelled, looking at his stopwatch. There was no denying that Naruto was fast. No wonder he is qualified to be on a soccer scholarship for college. Gaara (who is also on the team) congratulated Naruto on his time. If I had to pick Naruto's best guy friend, it would have to be Gaara.

"Sakura, do you want to go to the beach this weekend? We should go before the weather gets cold," Hinata said.

"I guess," I said, taking out my book from my backpack. The book is a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's short stories and poems.

"You are the only girl I know who finds books more interesting that boys," Hinata said, watching me read.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Look around you. There are guys out here, some who have already taken off their shirts," Hinata said. I looked up and saw abs with a healthy amount of sweat. The guys were doing crunches, making their abdominals flex. I stared longer than necessary, but stopped when Hinata waved her hand in front of my face. I immediately snapped out of my little reverie.

"I need to get back to my reading," I said.

"Sakura, who are you fooling? I know you want a boyfriend," Hinata said. I sighed. "Why don't you go out with Gaara? I hear he's available."

"You just want to double date because we're best friends and Naruto and Gaara are best friends," I said. "I mean, Gaara's nice and all, but... I want to date someone with a brain. Practically all the guys in our class are complete idiots. I want to be with someone I can have an interesting conversation with. Is that too much to ask?"

"I have no idea who you just described, but it definitely was not Gaara," Hinata said. "So no double date? You should at least give him a try."

Hinata knows my weakspot. I'm way too nice for my own good. She probably told Gaara to ask me out. And because I'm too nice to reject him, I'll say yes. But what do I have to lose?

"Fine," I surrendered.

"Yay! You won't regret it. Maybe all four of us can go to the beach," she said. "Should we go bathing suit shopping?" But I wasn't listening. I was already back to reading a story written by a tortured soul.

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"How was your day honey?" my dad asked me when he got back from working in the evening. I was busy cooking dinner for the both of us.

"It was good," I said, stirring vegetables together in the skillet.

If you're wondering where my mom is, she's dead. She died when I was ten from skin cancer. It was hard seeing her sometimes. Her harid was gone and her flesh... She used to be beautiful before the cancer the affected her. My mom was the queen of her prom and a child model.

Everyone says I look like her when she was seventeen. I know it's difficult for my dad to see me because I remind him so much of her. He loved my mom very much and her death affected him in a way I can't begin to understand. But for me, the hardest thing was to see my mom's pink hair fall when she got chemotherapy. Her hair was so long and thick. She used to stroke my hair and I could see longing in her eyes. Longing for hair again. But enough of that sob story.

"Do you need help?" my dad asked, slipping his shoes off.

"No, I'm almost done. You could set up the table though," I said. He came in the kitchen and took out two plates, two cups, and two forks. It's been the two of us for a long time.

"Whatever you're making smells good," he said.

"It's stir-fry with pieces of beef and rice," I said. I looked at the food in front of me and the food in the cookbook. They looked the same.

Ten minutes later we were sitting down and enjoying our little meal. My dad praised me on another job well done. Looking at him, I noticed how tired he looked. You see, he's an attorney at a prestigious law firm. With all those cases he's working on, he gets tired pretty fast. But with all that money he makes, we are fortunate to live in this beautiful house and travel to exotic places.

"So Sakura, how was your first day back at school?" my dad asked. "Did anything interesting happen?"

"Not really. We got a new teacher for English. His name is Mr. Uchiha," I said. I didn't mention that I thought he was handsome for an older man.

"Uchiha you say? That rings a bell," dad said thoughtfully. I just shrugged.

"I was wondering if I could go to the beach with Hinata and Naruto," I said.

"Sure," dad said, drinking his tea.

"Can I go shopping for a new bathing suit?" I asked.

"I thought you bought one a few months ago. What's wrong with that one?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just that Gaara asked me out," I said, not meeting my father's eyes. He is a bit overprotective when it comes to guys.

"Who's Gaara? How come I've never met him before?" my dad said.

"He's in some of my classed and he's in the soccer team as well," I said. My dad leaned back in his chair and looked at me.

"I guess you can go out with him if Hinata and Naruto are going as well. Just don't stay out too late," he said.

"Thanks dad," I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

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The next day I was actually excited to go to English class. I sat down in my usual seat and waited for Naruto to come. The late bell was about to ring in one minute. He came just in time, with ten seconds to spare.

BRIIING!!

"Good morning class," Mr. Uchiha said. "Yesterday's lesson was, how can I put it, not up to my standards. Didn't your teacher teach you anything?"

"No," we all said in unison.

"Well, today I'm going to try something new. I want you all to forma group of four. In that group, you will all receive a stack of cards," Mr. Uchiha explained. "These cards will have words that will correspnd with one of these three elements of a story: conflict, symbolism, and foreshadowing." He then pointed to the chalkboard where those words were written in a t-chart.

"You have to match those cards with the correct element. The team that has the most correct will have no homework tonight," he said. That pumped us up. "You will have one minute to form groups now. Go."

Naruto and I naturally paired up. I saw Ino and Sai approaching us. "Hey Sakura! Can we join you and Naruto?" Ino asked. "I know that if I'm in your group, we'll totally win."

"I just don't want any homework," Sai said, sitting down next to me.

"Uh...," I said.

"Sure," Naruto said, smiling. Ino sat down next to Sai.

"Okay, here are the cards and tape," Mr. Uchiha said, passing them out to each group.The cards were different colors and there were a lot in each stack. We got stuck with the green cards. "You have twenty-five minutes. Go!"

Would it be a surprise if I say that I mostly did all the work? Ino and Naruto helped, but Sai was just useless. Naruto was the one who taped the cards to the chalkboard in their appropiate column.

"I just know we're going to win," he said excitedly. I knew he didn't want any homework as well.

"I'd help out, but it seems like you guys don't need me," Sai said.

"Thanks Sai," Ino said sarcastically. "Isn't this foreshadowing? A dark figure loomed over him," she read.

"Yeah. Naruto, go put it up," I said.

"Mr. Uchiha picks really depressing stuff to put on these cards," Ino said. "Getting hit by a car."

"That's a conflict," I said. "And it's not depressing. I think he likes the darker aspects in life. You know, the tragic things we try to avoid."

"What makes you think that?" Mr. Uchiha said from behind me. I had no idea he was listening.

"Uh...well, a lot of the things you write don't contain happiness. They're full of heavy stuff, like that sentence you wrote yesterday. His body screamed silence in return. It was about someone being in pain or anger," I said.

"That was really...insightful. I'm impressed Sakura," he said half smirking, half smiling. I felt myself blush. "I should probably leave you to finish the assignment. You guys have five minutes left," Mr. Uchiha said, looking at his watch. He walked away to his desk. I stared at his retreating back until Naruto snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"Sakura, stop daydreaming. We've got five minutes and I really don't want any homework tonight," Naruto said.

Those five minutes passed quickly and Mr. Uchiha told us to stop. He counted each teams cards that were taped and checked if they were correct. I secretly admired his broad shoulders and gutless stomach. How old is he? I want to know.

"Congratulations Sakura, Naruto, Ino, and Sai. You four will not have any homework tonight," Mr. Uchiha said. Both Naruto and Ino were obviously happy. Sai just looked indifferent, as usual. "For the unfortunate rest of you, complete pages 42 through 46 of your workbok." They all groaned as the bell to end class rang. "See you all tomorrow."

I grabbed my backpack and started to file out of the room with the rest of my classmates. Naruto was by my side with a goofy grin on his face. "You know what Sakura? I think I might actually like Mr. Uchiha as a teacher," he said.

"Me too," I said quietly.

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After school, I went straight to the library in search for books for my project. Wandering along the bookshelves, I found myself in the poetry section, my favorite section. I was looking for the second volume of Poe's works, although I've probably read it about four times already. I found it. I was about to grab it when I felt a hand on the book as well.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking up to see Mr. Uchiha's handsome face. My brain immediately froze (or something like that) because I couldn't come up with a single thing to say. I just stood there like an idiot. I don't know what was so intimidating about seeing him this up-close.

"Ah, Sakura," he said. His brain obviously wasn't frozen. "You don't need to apologize. You can have the book. I've read it before anyways."

"You have?" I asked. "Me too. I just love Poe's poetry. Too bad his poems weren't as popular when he was alive as they are now."

"He was accused of being mad, since a lot of his stories were quite different from others," Mr. Uchiha said. "I think he was just misunderstood, like we all are."

I don't think I'm misunderstood, just unnoticed. Of course, I didn't say that outloud. "What are you doing here?" I asked, curious.

"I got bored grading papers," Mr. Uchiha said with a serious face. I laughed a little, but remembered I was at the library. "Actually, I just came here because I enjoy the quiet that the library has to offer. Don't you find it calming?"

I nodded my head. I couldn't believe that Mr. Uchiha and I were actually having a conversation out of school. All my relationships with my teachers begin and end in class. If I do see them someplace else, I don't bother talking to them.

"Why do you like poetry so much?" Mr. Uchiha asked. He was leaning on one of the bookcases with his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, well, because it's always been a great escape from life. Reading poems, they're like lyrics to a particular mood you're feeling. Sometimes, it's like the words I read are the words I could draw," I said. Mr. Uchiha may not know this, but I'm opening a bit of myself to him. Poetry really helped me get through my mom's death.

"You mean, you can relate to what the poems are trying to say. You must have good interpretation Sakura. A lof of Poe's subjects are about insanity and loss," Mr. Uchiha said, looking at me. "You impress me more and more." I felt a blush creep on the side of my neck.

"What's your favorite poem?" I asked.

"Hm. Hard to choose, but I have to go with The Raven," he said. "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before-."

"But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word 'Lenore,' " I said, finishing for him. Mr Uchiha smiled, small but enchanting. I liked it.

"This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore.' Merely this and nothing more," he whispered. "You have it memorized I see."

"Well, yeah," I said, faintly embarrassed. God, I must sound like some sort of geek who spend her free time memorizing poems. No wonder the guys in my class show no interest in me. Besides Naruto, who only sees me as a friend.

Mr. Uchiha quickly glanced at his watch and made a face. "Sorry Sakura, but time goes by fast. We've been talking for twenty minutes. I have a meeting I need to go to in a few minutes."

"Oh. See you tomorrow Mr. Uchiha," I said.

Looking back at me he said," My name is Sasuke, by the way."

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A/N: Love it? Hate it? Tell us what you think (and be brutally honest, well ok, maybe not so brutal). It's going to be interesting to find out how this story is going to turn out as it progresses. Expect the next chapter to come out some time later next month since we are SUPER busy with school and writing our other stories. We are so behind with updating Countryside to Citystreet and we really don't want to have to resort to putting it on hiatus.

The poem The Raven is one of our favorites by Edgar Allen Poe. We LOVE it! We recommend that if you haven't read it yet, you should.

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