Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. I was busy with finals, but now that they're over, I'll have more time for updates. This chapter is really short, but I'll make it up with a longer chapter next time!

Suspicions

~Day 6~

Sakura shivered, her teeth chattering viciously. She looked around; all the windows were shut tight. The heater must have broken. It always seemed to give out during the winter. Floral scents hung in the cold, refreshing air. Sakura smelled the cherry blossoms' aroma diffusing from the delicately painted vase. The flowers were a gift from Gaara.

"It's cold in here," she said. Gaara looked perfectly snug in his long-sleeved outfit. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She closed her eyes and forgot that she couldn't be in a relationship with the Kazekage.

She could feel him leaning in closer to her, and then his lips were hovering over hers. A split second decision. They had never kissed before, and if they did- well, then it could be said that they were in a relationship. And they shouldn't be. Sakura had to make a split second decision: reject Gaara, a thought that made her shudder, or kiss him.

She pressed her lips to his without hesitation, deciding to forget the problems that would come later. There was no need to worry at a moment like this. Rather, she asked herself if there was even a problem with her dating Gaara in the first place.

She could think of several. But Gaara went for that one chance that she felt the same way, and she did. Sakura looked back and tried to think of the signs- surely if this was the Kazekage's choice no one could interfere, not even his crowd of Suna fan girls.

1. He brought her flowers from his garden. It did come as somewhat of a surprise that Gaara had a garden, even if they were common. Sometimes Sakura wondered how he even had time for a garden among his other duties, but nonetheless he picked her lovely cherry blossoms from his garden. Not just any flower, but cherry blossoms.

2. Gaara was spending all his free time with her. Gaara wasn't one to slack off on his paperwork, but a lot of stacks seemed to come into his office daily.

3. When she said she was cold, he didn't get her a blanket; Gaara put his arm around her. He didn't actually know where the blankets were because it was Sakura's temporary apartment, but that was beside the point. Friends didn't do what he did.

4. He leaned in to kiss her! That one made it obvious that Gaara wanted to be more than friends.

Sakura decided she didn't need to brainstorm anymore. Those were enough of a reason for her.

Without looking at a clock, Gaara stood up and said, "It's getting late. I should go." Then Sakura began to panic. What did I do? This must have been a mistake, he doesn't-

Gaara promptly gave her one last kiss. "Good night." He smiled sweetly before disappearing in a blob of sand.

Sakura blankly stared at the spot where Gaara had stood. After a minute she shook her head and fell out of her stupor.

Earlier that day…

"There is no way we are going to let that outsider steal away our Gaara," Matsuri fumed.

"If anyone is going to win Gaara's love, it will be one of us!" Sari agreed.

Sakura rushed past, trying to ignore them. She knew they were talking about her; it was too obvious and too perfect. She was an outsider. She would never belong there. She certainly couldn't hope to go out with the Kazekage. (And every time she thought of him, Kazekage popped into her head rather than his name.)

Sakura didn't care what they thought anymore. She walked right up to them and gave them both the finger.

"NANI?" Matsuri yelled.

"You better run!" Sari cried. "We're not letting you off as easy next time biotch!" In fact, Sakura was not running. Rather, she took her time walking along the path in spite of the two crazy fangirls. Sari just added in her commentary for a dramatic effect.

Next up on Shatter Me, Precious:

"Don't lie."

"We need to get rid of her."

"I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but I don't want to be the girl everyone hates."

Author's Note: Read and review! I accept flames! If you have nothing to say even, you can just put a smiley face. I won't mind.