Titleless for now
A/n: after eating 9 pounds of candy I finally update!
(One hour later) (Sasukes POV)
I feel worse. Turns out Gaara just moved here, is in all of my classes, and I have to show him around. We haven't actually spoken, just sort of…walked around. I told him just to follow me, and that's what he's been doing.
Normally I would hate having someone do that, but I'm finding that with Gaara it is somewhat beneficial. I haven't been assaulted by groupie wanna-bes at all today. At first I took that as a sign that they were over me, and would stop stalking me and stealing my pants. But after a brief metal breakdown I have come to terms with the fact that they are just freaked out by Gaara.
Our next class is health; ah fuck. Jiraiya sensei…is…there isn't even a word for how weird he is. We walk into the class room and sit down. Gaara sits in an empty seat in the back that is diagonal to mine. I can see his hair like a beacon out of the corner of my left eye.
Our lesson for today; 6 reasons to abstain. I groan inwardly. The lessons always end up talking about sex. We could be discussing drugs and alcohol; it will go into sex. Obesity; sex. Heart disease; sex. Now the lesson is actually concerning sex. Hmm, I wonder what's in store for us today. Jiraiya walks in.
"Hello children! Today we are going to talk about sex, and the reasons not to have it. Can you guys think of any? Because pop music is the hardest shit to write!" I am awed once again by his fucky-ness.
A few kids are snickering in the back. I turn my head in the pretense of looking at them and sneak a glance at Gaara. For some reason, I'm interested in how he reacted to that. He's staring at me. I don't meet his eyes, I just turn around. Oddly enough, my palms are tingling, and in have lost my appetite.
"There are many kinds of sex," Jiraiya sensei continues. "But before we get into all that, how many of you all are virgins?"
Crickets fill the silence that follows after this question. Nobody moves. Who the fuck is actually going to answer this question honestly? I'm sure as hell not.
"I'll take that as-" he spots Gaara and gasps. "I forgot! We have a new student! Come on up here, new guy!" Gaara doesn't move for a few seconds as everyone turns their head to look at him. Then he gets up and walks to the front of the classroom. His walk is slow, balanced; even. For a guy, he seems pretty graceful.
"..My name is Gaara. And liars burn in hell." The look he fixes everyone with as he says this is so unnerving and cold that a few of the weaker-minded girls start crying. Their handy-dandy boyfriends turn and comfort them, some of the daring ones attempting a feeble return glare. He made girls cry. Gaara's glare has outdone mine. My glare rep is in jeopardy. So I charge all of the loathing I can muster to my eyes, and the glare-off commences.