Okay! Thanks to all of you who chose to favorite my story. I guess I should start my next chapter. Please Review this time so I know what you think. Later I may choose to take suggestions on some things in my chapters. It's sort of surprising how a guy, like me, can write so well as a girl.

-Thanks- Dropkick Sunday

This is Gaara's Point of view now. Anyway on with the story!!

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Chapter 3- You're a god, I'm not

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I didn't look up when the teacher, if you could really call him that, came in. I sure as hell wasn't going to look up when he said we had a new student. Why should I? The new kid is probably some preppy person, thing in my opinion, that would get on my last nerve in less than half a day, anyway. Maybe even less than five minutes if the teacher, pervert is a better word, decided to make the person talk.

I stared down at the blank sheet of paper in front of me, willing it to do something. Preferably make its own amazing drawing so I didn't have to think of one and draw it myself. As it probably wouldn't be graded anyway considering how lazy the teacher is. I sighed when nothing happened, as it often went.

" Hey, Gaara?" Ah, my loudmouthed best friend Naruto is finally going to talk to me. And here I thought, or hoped, that he was still mad over the whole scortched ramen fiasco and I'd get some peace and quiet.

" What?" No, I did not mean to sound cold. I don't need to try to be either, I just am. It's one of those horrible habits that haunt a person, yet make them who they are. Yes, my family says it makes me special.

" Gaara, man, we're all worried about you. You don't have a girl. Why?" That caught my attention. He never acts really all that serious. Usually he tries, but ends up failing miserably in the end. It's really weird that he'd bring it up though.

" Why are you going on about this Naruto?" I honestly wanted to know, no harm in that. Unless his answer is too much for me.

"It's just, you know. Look all of us are going out tonight, or at least we were thinking about it. Just get out and find yourself a girl. Man, we're doing this for you." I shook my head, now that I know where this is going I better stop it from going too far.

" Tell me is it a bar? A age eighteen only club?" I rolled my eyes and started glaring at my paper again. A sharp whistle from our 'teacher' made me freeze for a couple seconds.

" Everyone pay attention. Okay, now you can introduce yourself." The teacher sounded like he actually cared about this kid and how they'll fit in. Not likely, he's way too lazy to care.

" My name is Sakura Haruno. KimiHara is my cousin, listen to the stories they are probably all correct. I'm mean and hilarious. I don't play games and I don't screw around, mess with me and I'll punch you, not even kidding. I don't like people making fun of others. Oh and if you think for even one minute that I''m going to be some sweet little play thing, think again." I heard everything and I'm guessing Naruto did to seeing as how he can't stop laughing.

I looked up and there she was. She showed her peace sign on her black polished fingers. Her bubblegum pink hair stood out against her black on black clothes and her neon blue colored lip stick against her creamy skin. She's gothic, but with that cheesy smile on her face I can tell she's not an uptight one.

" Hey Sakura! Sit over here! There's room for you!" She smiled even bigger at him. As she walked down the isle to sit in one of the two empty desks by us, I for the first time wanted to just throttle him. I hate hurting someone for no real reason, to me there is no point in it. Although, right now I tink I have a pretty good reason to reach over and kill him on the spot.

She took a seat behind me and sighed angrily to herself. " What's wrong?" I turned to look at her. She had her head on her desk, resting on her arms. She didn't speak at first which made me wonder if she even heard me, or better yet maybe she is ignoring me.

" I could practically hear those catcalls and they were just using their eyes. What is it with guys and loving the new girl? I don't get it at all." She didn't lift her head when she spoke, nor did she really even seem to want to at all.

When she finally lifted her head I swear my heart almost stopped. Her eyes have to be the deepest shade of green I have ever seen. Like to dark green emeralds that are surrounded be sapphire eyeliner. Her smile lit up her almost too pale face. " You aren't so bad though. Tell me, what do you do here?"

The look on her face is completely serious. " In this class? At this school? At home? What place are you talking about exactly?"

She tilted her head to the side like a curious puppy. " All of them maybe?"

I sighed at her innocence. No matter how much black she wears, she won't lose that look to her. " In this class we draw, obviously. I waste time at this school, there's nothing better to do in this boring, cookie cutter town. At home I listen to music and hang with my friends." She looked completely absorbed in what I was saying that almost didn't want to stop speaking. Key word being almost.

" Cool, what all is there to do in this town?" Her eyes got all wide and shimmery at all the possibilities. I almost felt bad for being about to burst her bubble. Again, almost.

" There is school, the skatepark, and your own house. Take your pick it's all pretty boring in the end."

" Cool, so people obviously hadn't been around a person like me all that much before." She sent me a smile and left right before the bell rang. I stared after her in amazement, where in the world did she get this much energy this early in the morning?

Naruto punched me in the shoulder really hard. " What was that man?"

I just shook my head and punched him back. Both of us headed as quickly as humanly possible to our next class. Gym, the one class that made me so irritable that I can hardly breathe let alone think.

That's when I saw her again, in a black on black gym uniform instead of the traditional white. Her hair up in twin pig tails, that I noticed for the first time had curls at the ends and is really long. She ran over to us with a huge grin that I felt myself return. Maybe gym wouldn't be so bad after all.