(Sasuke's POV)

As soon as (Name) and...he left, I ran to my car and started the engine at alarming pace. What the hell was he doing here? I slammed my foot on the pedal and sped down the street, receiving honks from passerby cars along the way. I'm lucky I didn't get pulled over. I went to a parking spot that was open, and dashed to the front door of the school and waited there. I wasn't exactly sure why I wanted to get there first, I just didn't like the idea of him driving her to school.

...wait.

What am I saying? It shouldn't be my buisness of who she drives to school with, in fact, I don't care. I turned to go inside the school building, but I saw his car pull up and I spun back watching them park. I leaned against the wall, my leg propped up behind me. I didn't like seeing her with him, it didn't look natural. I guess I had a scowl showing on my face because when (Name) came up to me, she shifted her weight onto one leg, placing her hand on her hip. "Why does Sasuke-kun look so grumpy?" She said playfully. Damn, she really is childish. Can she ever be serious about anything? She is so infuriating, yet I can't just leave her alone as much as I want to.

"Because I had to wait for you," I answered her, but I turned my head to stare at something in the distance.

"Who said you had to wait for me? I have Gaara," Something recoiled inside me at the mention of his name. There aren't many reasons why I hate Gaara, the only fact is that I hate him. You know those people who you just hate, and you don't exactly have a reason, but you are just waiting for them to give you one? Well, I have a feeling Gaara is going to give me real reason to hate him real soon.

"After all, you are my girlfriend," The word rolled off my tongue like honey. I saw her glance at Gaara, and I narrowed my eyes at them. Gaara remained close to (Name), but he showed no emotion, as usual. I saw a sharp light flash in the corner of my eye. I glanced around to try and find what it was. I saw I pink head run away, and watched as they disappeared in a crowed of kids inside the school trying to get where they need to be. I noticed (Name) and Gaara see the flash as well. I decided to ignore it, and pushed myself off the wall. I walked closer to (Name) reaching for her hand to pull her away.

This act of being a couple is getting more and more awkward for me, and that's new. I am the one who started it; you would think I would be the one to hold on longer. (Name) doesn't act like it affects her in any way, and it bothers me with no explainable reason. She doen't seem annoyed anymore which was the whole reason I started it in the first place. At the same time, I didn't want to end, but I didn't want to act this dirty about realationships...it wasn't real. I was being just as bad as (Name) when she was pretending to be my fangirl.

As my fingers brushed her hand, she quickly moved her hand into mine holding tightly. I couldn't quite tell if it was nervousness or if she still wanted to break my hand.

(Your POV)

This act of being Sasuke's girlfriend...it's getting old. I don't know if I can do it now that Gaara knows. The look that Gaara gave me as I walked away with Sasuke, made my skin quiver and I held Sasuke's hand tightly as an instinct. I let Sasuke lead me down the hallway, and he stopped at his locker first. Because Sasuke is royalty so it's always him first obviously. "You're unusually quiet today, (Name)," he said smoothly as he shoved his things in the small compartment.
"What are you talking about? I'm just tired that's all," I really should not have said that. Now he'll really think something is up. He looked at me in the corner of his eyes, clearly looking suspicious. See, I told you.

"You're never tired. You're always hyper. Always annoying." That last part got my riled up.

"Hey! Like being you're fake girlfriend isn't annoying, duck-butt!" I yell at a whisper volume level. I notice him tense up, and close his eyes. He took a breath and loosened up. He let out a sigh.

"Hn, You can go to your locker by yourself." he said coldly turning his back on me shoving his hands in his pockets sauntering away. I scowled at him. What's with him? I fix my bag on my shoulder scrunching my nose.

"Hn, you can o to your locker be yourself," I said to myself in a mock voice of Sasuke. I continued up 2 flights of stairs to get to my locker. This school should really get escalators. I huffed to myself, out of breath and made it to my locker. Before I got there, I could see someone was already leaning against it. I let out a sigh of dread as I approached my locker recognizing the blonde head right away.

"(Name)-chan!" He said with a grin plastered on his face.

"What is it Naruto?" I say as I went to put the combination in my locker.

"Did my friend Gaara talk to you?"

"Oh, yeah. That creepy red-headed guy with the tattoo?"

"Yeah." He said sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "He's not very good in social situations..."

"Who's creepy and not very good with social situations?" A voice said behind me. Well, speak of the devil.

"You," I say quite bluntly. I mean, no use of trying to hide it.

"(Name)!" Naruto said covering my mouth with his hand. I sweat-dropped. "Gaara...she doesn't mean that!" I shove his hand away from my mouth and glare at him.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I said venomously. Naruto cringed back scared. It is a skill that I have honed over the years to scare people.

"SCARY!" Naruto yelled out. Tick marks formed on my head. I heard Gaara chuckle behind me. I turned my head looking at him.

"What's so funny, no-brows?"

"You,"

"I'm not sure how to take that," Am I funny looking? Have you looked in the mirror no-brows?

"It's a good thing."

"Is it now?" I ask raising my eyebrows. Naruto poked me on the shoulder slightly still afraid. When I looked at him, he ran a few meters away, distancing himself from my wrath.

"S-See you later, (Name)-chan! Gaara! Need to meet up with Hinata!" With that, he disappeared around the corner. I turn back to Gaara, who looked like he was waiting to tell me something.

"(Name), I see you are still in this act of dating Sasuke,"

"Yeah, although it wasn't exactly a choice."

"It is a choice. Just cut it off,"

"Do you know how that would look on me though? I-"

"Is all you care about what people think of you?" He said frustrated. His words sunk deep in me and they hurt.

"You don't understand," I say softly.

"Cut off the act, (Name). For everyone's sake."