Well, it's been pretty long since I last did anything, so it might be different or worse or something, but here goes…
"What were you two doing in there?"
Sakura jumped at the sound of Ino's voice as she clutched her black heels in her hands.
"N-nothing," she managed to stammer, trying to walk past Ino. She managed to get back to their hotel room and into the bathroom before Ino could say anything judging, like Sakura knew she would. Even though Ino obviously had no right to.
Sakura glanced at herself in the mirror, taking in her disheveled hair and smeared eyeliner. She sighed.
What had happened last night? She'd let Gaara think that she was into him, when she clearly had better things to do than waste time thinking about boys. But…Gaara was kind of different, a bit more mature than other guys his age. And he was an exceptional kisser…
Sakura shook her head to snap out of it. She had to be ready by six and according to her watch it was…five-thirty. She quickly showered and got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, pulling her hair into a knot at the back of her neck while Ino sat on the bed, arms crossed, waiting for an explanation.
"I'm not saying anything," Sakura said, rolling her eyes and putting on a sweatshirt.
"I just want to know where you were all night," Ino said innocently. "I mean, you're my roommate."
"If you're so confused, how come you knew enough to be outside Gaara's door?" Sakura said, turning to face Ino.
"Just had a…suspicion."
Sakura shook her head and left the hotel room. She pushed the down button and the doors opened almost immediately, revealing…Gaara.
"Hi," she said, almost nervously. Why was she nervous? It wasn't like she was in love with him or anything. Or even had a crush on him.
"Yeah," he said, almost angrily. Sakura didn't reply, and they rode in tense silence for about two seconds. Then Gaara burst out, "How come I woke up and you weren't there?"
Sakura, a bit shocked, was silent for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Because I had to go," she said simply.
The doors opened and Gaara stormed out, Sakura following quietly behind. They reached their own school groups, only to be met with the news that they wouldn't be going anywhere due to heavy rain and thunderstorms.
"Great," Sakura muttered to herself, glancing at Gaara. He was staring back at her, his jaw set. She didn't understand why he was so angry; they hadn't said much to each other.
She tentatively stepped back towards the elevator, still glancing at Gaara, when Lee stepped in her way.
"Sakura!" he exclaimed, grabbing her hands. She looked back at him, immediately pulling back.
"What?!" she said angrily, shoving her hands into her pockets. He looked hurt.
"I was just going to say this is going to be fun! We're all trapped in this hotel, who knows what kind of adventures will happen?" Lee said, regaining his excitement with every word.
"None for me. I'm going to go read in my hotel room," Sakura said, brushing past Lee.
"Good luck with that. The elevators just broke down."
Sakura stopped walking, then turned to the small hotel library, and walked in, sitting in a comfortable armchair as far away from everyone as possible.
"Hm, you seem to be anti-social." Sakura looked up to see Sasuke smirking at her. He was so arrogant, she couldn't see why all the girls thought he was so amazing.
"Sure," she said, turning her attention back to The Other Boleyn Girl. It was a great book.
"And Gaara seems to be kind of edgy," Sasuke hinted, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.
"Your point?" Sakura sighed, bookmarking her page. She knew she wouldn't get any reading done with Sasuke around.
"My point is that something's up with the both of you and there's a chance it's related." Sasuke suddenly sat forward in his seat. "Gaara won't talk at all, and I figured you might clear things up for me."
Sakura rolled her eyes. "What gave you that impression? Nothing happened, I just…kissed Gaara last night, and it turned into something I didn't expect. And now, obviously, I regret it, and his ego's been hurt."
She opened her book again and pretended to be absorbed by the scandals of 15th century England.
"Are you positive that you regret it? Because I know you weren't drunk last night," Sasuke said, still looking at Sakura.
"Yes, I'm sure I regret it. Please leave me alone," she said. Actually, she wasn't so sure if she was regretful, because it was all she could do not to replay the scene again and again in her head. Gaara lazily kissing her neck, falling asleep with his arms around her…
"Whatever," Sasuke said, abruptly standing and darting out of the library. Sakura sighed. She just wanted to relax today, and she ended up spending all of it debating whether or not to go talk to Gaara.
She groaned, leaning back in her chair. Since when did guys affect her so much?