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Chapter 2: Chemistry
After lunch, I walked into my chemistry classroom and I was confronted by the teacher, a man with black hair cut very similar to the boy Lee that I had met at lunch. "Ah! More bright youthfulness to add to our young classroom!" He exclaimed, pulling me towards his desk, "You must be the lovely Kagami Yamaguchi!" He handed me a textbook, "I am Guy." He looked down at a seating chart on his desk and I caught the wince that dimmed his bright smile.
"Where can I sit?" I asked blandly, pissed off that this was a partner based class. I hated working in groups, depending on other people to get things done always got me bad grades.
Mr. Guy gave me an apologetic smile, "I would like to say that I will be partnering you with another wonderful youth, but unfortunately everyone has a partner except for Gaara Sabaku." He told me, gesturing to an empty table in the back. Obviously the nasty red head hadn't arrived yet.
"Thank you, Mr. Guy." I said glumly, walking slowly over to the table, aware of every eye that watched me as I passed them. The room was very quiet as I sat down and I looked up to the door.
The red head had arrived, and was glaring straight at me like he wanted to kill me. I sighed, this was going to be the most annoying class ever, I was sure of it. If that asshole tries to start anything, I might not be able to refrain from ruining that perfect face of his. That perfect face was currently so full of rage I almost second guessed my description of perfect, but even in his anger he was flawless. The good looking ones were always assholes. His blue eyes reminded me of glaciers the look he gave me was so frozen. I gazed back at him with a bored look, wondering if he was going to turn around and walk back out of the classroom. A guy like him seemed to be someone who didn't have any qualms about skipping class.
Unfortunately, Gaara Sabaku began to walk slowly towards our table, the table that we would share until the end of the school year. Too bad I was too late to transfer; I didn't doubt that having a partner like him was going to hurt my grade.
He looked down at me once he reached the table and I frowned at him, "What do you want?" I asked sharply.
His black rimmed eyes narrowed, "You are sitting in my seat." He told me in a low voice.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah? So what? Get here earlier and you can pick whatever seat you want." I studied the kanji tattoo on his forehead as he stood there, seething. I recognized it as the word 'love.' What the hell was an angry guy like him doing tattooing the word love on his forehead? It seemed an odd choice, I thought something more along the lines of 'kill' or 'pain' would suit him better.
He yanked back the empty chair next to the aisle and before I could react, moved around me and shoved me and my chair into its place. He brought his chair around and sat next to the window in one fluid, easy movement. I, on the other hand, was gripping the table after trying not to fall out of my chair.
"What the hell?" I said loudly, letting my fist fly towards him. I didn't take shit like that from anyone, to hell with getting in trouble. This guy was an asshole, a spoiled asshole.
He caught my fist. He caught my fist. I stared at him, frozen. His icy light blue eyes were boring into me, "Do not touch me." His voice was as cold as those ice cubes I was calling eyes.
I ripped my hand from his grip and turned to face the teacher, who was glaring at Gaara, "Be nice to the new student Gaara, or I will have to partner you up with your brother." Mr. Guy told him.
The red head ignored the man's words and stared out the window. The rest of the class turned back to face the teacher, but continued to cast looks back at our table as Mr. Guy put a video on. I was so glad that we didn't have to do a lab today. I probably would have gotten into a fight with the red headed prick. Dammit! How am I supposed to do this class with a partner like him?
I looked at Gaara no Sabaku out of the corner of my eye as our teacher fiddled with the DVD player. He was a great looking guy after the lines of anger were smoothed from his face. His expression wasn't quite peaceful as he gazed out the window, but one of concentration. I noticed how the liner around his eyes made them seem paler, but not grey like mine. His red hair was a perfect match for his pale skin tone too, and it looked kind of cute falling into his face on the side without the tattoo. I shook my head. This asshole isn't worth your attention.
About a quarter of the way through the movie, the guy in front of me moved so I couldn't see. I sighed and scooted my chair over towards Gaara. The red head's cold eyes glanced at me for a moment and I ignored him, focusing on the completely boring video we were watching on something like atomic structure. I wasn't interested at all, but it was easier to lock out the waves of tension coming from the guy next to me if I paid attention.
"You won't be able to protect the Uzumaki kid forever." His hard voice spoke into my ear.
I jerked away from him, wondering how I had missed him closing the gap between us. My eyes narrowed, "I'll follow him around if that's what it will take."
A smirk marred his handsome face, "You gonna follow the kid home?" He mocked, staying close so I could hear his low tone.
"Why the hell do you want to beat on Naruto?" I asked, anger starting to heat me. This guy was absolutely ridiculous.
Gaara leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, "That kid needs to learn some respect."
I reached out to grab his arm, meaning to shake him or something like that, to knock some fucking sense into his thick fricken skull. He knocked my hand away without opening his eyes and growled out three words, "Don't touch me."
"So you're going to make Naruto respect you by beating the shit out of him?" I asked, not understanding this guy's messed up thought process at all, "Not everything can be solved with your fist in someone's face." I added harshly.
He looked at me, a bland expression in his eyes, "That's easy for you to say. All a girl has to have are some tits and a nice ass and they get whatever they want." His eyes glanced up and down my body, "And I see that you are not lacking in either of those departments." He told me with absolutely no emotion in his voice.
The crudity of his words shocked me so much that I stood up abruptly, my chair making a loud scraping noise. It took me about three seconds of staring down into those laughing ice colored eyes to realize that I had the attention of the entire classroom. The heat that was in my face doubled and I sat down, moving my chair into the aisle so I could see the video screen and not have to sit near Gaara Sabaku. I was going to kill him before the school year was over.
It occurred to me randomly towards the end of the class that there would have been no way for the red head to see the shape of my ass while I was sitting down. If anyone had looked at me in that moment, they would have seen another heated blush rise to my cheeks. He checked me out after I kept him from beating up Naruto. No, he just said it to get a rise out of me, there's no way that idiot would even be interested in girls, all he cares about is himself.
I am not ashamed to admit that I bolted from the classroom the moment the bell rang. I wouldn't have put it past Gaara to make fun of me between classes, since it was obviously going to become one of his favorite past times in Chemistry.
Once in my last class, I relaxed when I saw that Gaara was not in it. Having to endure my last class of the day with that prick would have sent me over the edge. Instead, I doodled on a piece of paper while our teacher, a man with a pony tail and a thick scar over the bridge of his nose talked about short stories. This was going to be another easy class.
"Kagami!" I turned to see my sister waving her hand over the heads of walking students after class had ended for the day. I pushed past a couple of people who looked at me with expressions that were a mixture of surprise and fear. They must have either heard about me standing up to Gaara, or saw it. I was beginning to really see just exactly how much everyone at this school seemed to fear him. I wondered how he hadn't gotten expelled yet.
"How was your day?" I asked Karin, falling into step beside her.
Her blue eyes sparkled and she grinned, "Great! I already made some friends!" Her eyes then narrowed on me, "I heard you've already picked a fight with the resident bad boy of the school." She said accusingly.
I rolled my eyes, "I didn't pick a fight with him. I just went in, grabbed a friend, and left. I didn't hit anyone." I smiled, "I promise."
Karin sighed, "It's our first day Kagami, and I've already heard enough about that boy to make me never want to even see what he looks like, so stay away from him, okay?"
"If he keeps picking on Naruto, I won't have much choice but to get involved."
Her eyes lit up and she changed the subject, "Naruto? That boy is friends with that guy in your grade Sasuke! He is soooo cute!" She gushed. I then proceeded to tune her out. She sounded like Sakura and Ino at the lunch table.
We entered the parking lot and my eyes immediately went to the huge crowd of students blocking the cars from leaving. Shit! Naruto! I thrust my back pack at my sister, who stopped in mid sentence, "Hold this!" I yelled back at her as I sprinted towards the kids who were egging on a fight.
"Get the hell out of my way!" I yelled at the kids, pushing them out of my way in my furious effort to get into the center. There was no way that there was anyone else in the center of the circle except for Naruto and the red head. When I finally made it past the wall of kids, I saw that damage had already been done.
Gaara had gone for Naruto's face, and the kid was bleeding out of one corner of his mouth, but still standing. The red head didn't have a scratch on him, but that was about to change. I picked my priority and moved in front of Naruto, making my body into a shield for him.
"Fuck off Sabaku!" I said, dropping into a defensive stance in case he decided to hit me. I didn't doubt that he had no problems with hitting girls.
"Get out of my way, little girl." The crowd had gone quiet, so I heard every word that he said in that low, freezing voice.
I glared at him, slowly pushing Naruto backwards, "Just leave Gaara. This is over. You hit him. It's done." I told him.
I watched the thought process flicker through his eyes for a second before they hardened again and his mouth twisted into a cruel smile. In a movement that I had trouble seeing, he was in front of me and had me by my upper arm. The red head tightened his grip and began to drag me out of the middle of the crowd. Everyone got out of his way, and didn't even try to help me as Gaara dragged me away.
Author's Note: Here you are…I'm a little disappointed in myself for posting this against my will…maybe this little bit of interesting stuff will catch your eyes. ^.^ Review away!
