Jelieschic128: So just to remind y'all I don't own Naruto and if I did every book would be rated Mature… *perverted laugh* If you fan-fic lovers have any ideas of where to go with this, hit me up! :] Oh! And by the way I sorta got bored being an omniscient author so I is switching to first POV… Yeah I'm a nerd… but you must be too! [[Reading fan-fics?]] Yay nerdy-ness :D Comment and Review. I might write more…

Chapter Two

Naruto's POV:]

As the flamed hair boy walked down the aisle, my heart fluttered.

-Stop-

Naru: What the fuck? Fluttered… my heart doesn't flutter, say thumped… sounds less ya' know, gay?

Jc128: … Are you serious? Your heart does whatever I want it to do *[-_-]* don't interrupt its rude…

Naru: Sorry…

Gaara: …

Jc128: Calm down Gaara, no need to get angry! I'll get to you soon enough…

-Begin-

As the flamed hair boy walked down the aisle, my heart fluttered. I stare down at the table in confusion. What's wrong with me? The redhead silently takes pulls out the chair and slides into it. I can't focus on what Itachi-Sensei is saying I only can pay attention to the little movement the boy next to me makes. The way his hand shakes as it glides that lucky ass pencil on the paper, the way he stares intently at the board, as if ignoring everything else in the world… I look down at my own paper. Itachi-sensei is droning about grammar or some shit again, so I figure might as well sketch. I start off with a circle then add a face along with a body. On the forehead I scribble a…

SMACK

"WHAT THE HELL MAN?!!?" I quickly stand rubbing the back of my throbbing head. Itachi-Sensei stares at me then picks up my paper.

"So Naruto, do you seriously plan on passing my class. It may seem superfluous, but English is a tough subject. And doodles of… you know, I don't know what the hell this even is, but I guarantee you this, it sure as hell wont get you anywhere anytime soon…" the man then walks away, running his fingers across a boy's back wearing a dark blue jumpsuit. [[[A/N: previously the one who he looked at when class started]]] the boy shivered and sighed loudly. Then quickly looked around seeing if anyone saw…

"It's a jutsu right?" I jump in my seat. The boy next to me points to my paper.

"Uhh yeah. Sure a jutsu. I was kinda going for a ninja becoming a blob of crap, but whatever works…" the red head nods then resumes taking notes. I crane my neck to glimpse over at his paper. It's chalk-full of notes. Man, either I was really out of it today or this guy is writing a novel!

"Hey Gaara? Its Gaara right?" he lifts his head slightly the gently lowers it. Softly sighing I rest my chin on my hand. My heart skips a beat as he peeks over at me.

What am I doing? I'm staring at a kid who's been at this school less than an hour! GOD what's wrong with me? Wait. I am not… am I? Without a second notice I shove out my chair quickly stand, and yell out; "Sensei, I am not feeling well." With that being said he nods and I rush out the room.

Panting and huffing to catch my breath, I finally reached the infirmary. I grab hold of the doorframe and try catching my breath.

"Don't 'cha think you're ov'r doin' it just a bit there, Naru-Kun?" A blonde woman with two long ponytails and a voluptuous body carefully eyed me. I plopped to the floor.

"Grandma-Tsunade! I'm not ditching class today. I feel really weird!" I huffed as I grimaced up at the woman. She haughtily laughed and flipped back a pony.

"Sure, sure Naru-kun. I'll let you slide for today but you're ass is outta here by lunch!"