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Gaara's POV

He's staring at me. A couple of the girls are crying, one kid is picking his nose, I have absolutely no clue what the hell teacher is doing, and I don't care, because he's staring at me. I want to look away, but his eyes are so… black. 'Oh, very descriptive of you Gaara.' my mind says. Fine then. They are shining obsidian orbs, crackling with the electricity of life and intelligence, filled with a defiant radiance. There. I really want to look away. I can feel my ears burning; they must be so red right now.

I lift my hand up and give a small wave. He doesn't return it, and I'm a bit crestfallen. I then realize that he's not staring at me, he's glaring. Now that I recognize this, it amazes me that I didn't pick up on it earlier. I guess I was a bit taken by his eyes. His jaw is set firmly, his arms are cross, and his posture would have made a steel rod look crooked. Why is he angry at me?

I decide to give him the look that I gave every one else just a few minutes ago. It's actually not the look that's important, it's the message you send with your eyes. His message was cold. Mine has to be colder. Ha. Now it's his turn to feel uncomfortable. I'm so dorky in my mind. I bet Sasuke isn't. I'm scared to even think his name in my mind, because he is probably reading it. Maybe I should guard my thoughts about his darkly enigmatic eyes a little more closely. Or do I want him- Sasuke- to know that I'm thinking about him?

All of a sudden, a loud buzzer goes off. And I'm pretty sure it's not the bell. A lot of the kids groan, and the girls that were crying jump in their seats and scream. He- Sasuke- doesn't even flinch. He's still glaring at me. The teacher (Jiraiya-sensei?) burst through the door randomly. When the hell did he leave? And how long have I been standing up here?

"FIRE ALARM!" he yells. Then he turns, grabs me and yanks out of the classroom and down the hallway. "You! Lead the class to safety!" He shouts once we are outside.

"They're still in the building!" I shout back, throwing my hands up.

"You left them there! What kind of line leader are you!" He yells. I sigh and run back to the double doors. I push one open with my momentum and feel it hit something. Ah fuck. I peek past the door to see what I have hit. Ah double fuck. It's him- Sasuke. He's on the floor, propped up on one elbow, holding his head. His face is slightly contorted in a grimace. I go over and help him up.

"Sorry." I say, surprised that my voice sounds normal. I receive a grunt in reply.

"S'fine." He says, after a moment of getting his bearings. We stand there awkwardly for a few seconds. Then I remember why I came back into the school. The buzzer abruptly and mercifully cuts off as I curse softly and begin to jog toward the room. "If you're going back to the classroom," Sasuke calls after me, "nobody's there, and I locked it on my way out." He jangled some keys as I turned around.

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A/N: I have to stop there, my mom is bugging me to get off the computer, will write more if you REVIEW!