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If: Wahhh, I'm on a role... much luv to my three wonderful reviewers: TheFutureFreaksMeOut, Demonchildssister, and YoungSasuke. (I am so totally freaking since two of my favorite SasuGaa authors reviewed... I feel special) But anyway, much luv to y'all and I hope ya like this.

Behold, the entrance of Sasuke!


Class has a double meaning in reference to school. One meaning is the classes you go to: math, English, history, and etc. The other meaning is in reference to your social status. You can belong to one of two broad groups: popular or unpopular. These groups are divided into smaller groups: preps, jocks, goths, nerds, and many others. Class is an important yet unimportant part of high school.


Gaara glared at the building before him. Standing by the road, with Naruto at his side made bearing this hell much easier. He sighed, another day in the life of the social outcast. Taking a step forward onto the lawn leading up to the building, Gaara glanced over at Naruto. Apparently Naruto was still talking to him. Gaara rolled his eyes, sometimes he wondered if Naruto was ever quiet. Turning his eyes back to the school, Gaara watched all the people interact. Cheerleaders were grouped together in a semi-circle pointing and gossiping about the jocks from the football team. Occasionally they would start giggling and eventually the jocks joined their little group. A group of boys were over by the school sign discussing the various ways to beat bosses in video games, or talking about various strategies for D&D. There were a bunch of hippies gathered by the science week apparently protesting the dissection of frogs. Gaara sighed at the pointlessness of it all.

As Gaara and Naruto reached the stairs leading up into the school, Naruto spotted some of his friends and ran over to them, shouting at them as he did. Gaara heaved a sigh and turned to follow him. Unfortunately, he ran into someone on his way after his friend. Glaring at whoever had dared block his path, Gaara came face to face with one of the few people that he absolutely hated: Deidra. Glare hardening into something far more foul, Gaara stepped away from Deidra and tried to go around him and his little henchman Sasori. Startled as his collar was grabbed and he was pulled up to be face to face with the blonde that had a habit of terrorizing him whenever possible, Gaara kicked at the air beneath his feet in a feeble attempt to get down.

"Just who do you think you're walking into, yeah?" Deidra asked. Gaara snarled.

"Apparently a brick wall," Gaara growled in response. Deidra grinned and shook the helpless Gaara.

"A brick wall, yeah?" Deidra hissed, shaking Gaara harder. Gaara grimaced. "I think you need to learn some manners, yeah."

Gaara growled and tried to pry Deidra's fingers from the front of his shirt, but the upperclassman's grip was tight and he wasn't letting go any time soon. Gaara's eyes grew wide as the blonde pulled back his arm and let a fist fly at Gaara's face. Arms reacting without even thinking about it, Gaara caught Deidra's fist before it could collide with his face. Deidra snarled and freed his hand, aiming to try and hit the underclassman again. Gaara found that his arms were now pulled behind his back by Deidra's henchman Sasori. Struggling with all his might, Gaara tried to get free before the second fist could impact.

"Deidra, Sasori," came the cold and calm voice from Gaara's right. Gaara turned his head to see the leader of the two punks trying to beat the shit out of him, one Itachi Uchiha. Gaara's mouth fell open. "Leave that little worm alone, the man's watching. You can beat the crap out of him later."

Gaara nearly fell, with how quickly he was released. Regaining his balance, Gaara glared at the three of them as they walked away.

"Gaara!" Naruto shouted and glomped onto Gaara's back. "Are you alright!"

Gaara sighed and hung his head. "I'm fine."

Naruto hugged him tight. After a moment Gaara poked Naruto's arm indicating he should let go. Naruto obediently did and Gaara turned to him, giving him a nod of appreciation. Naruto grinned hugely and pulled Gaara up the stairs and into the building.


Gaara's first class was German, while Naruto's was Algebra. Gaara knew most of the people in his class, but he only tolerated one, and that was Hinata Hyuuga. The only reason he tolerate her was because she was devoted to Naruto to a fault. Gaara could empathize with that. Hinata usually sat on the other side of the classroom, but the two of them always worked together on projects since no one else would work with them and they didn't want to work with anyone else. Hinata was an extremely shy girl. She had an older cousin, Neji that Gaara could identify with, and would hesitatingly call his friend. Hinata had short nearly shoulder length hair that was jet black. She was wearing a plain white sweatshirt with a collared blue and green shirt under it along with a pair of blue jeans. Gaara found that she was a very nice person once you got past the stuttering shyness.

"Guten Tag mein Studentin!" came the jubilant cry from the front of the classroom. Gaara looked to the front of the room to see his favorite teacher, Herr Schultz, in the front of the room sitting on his usual stool. Herr Schultz was a happy, short, balding and pleasantly plump man. He was always wearing a smile and could make even the most boring of things fun. Gaara was sometimes surprised he learned in this class, considering how much fun it was. Herr Schultz could hardly ever be serious, and even if he was serious for a moment the next would make you laugh so hard your stomach would hurt. He was one of those rare people that can make jokes about themselves and take jokes about themselves from others. Even though Gaara would never admit it aloud, Herr Schultz was his favorite teacher ever, and he would kill to be like the man sitting happily on his little stool.

"Guten Tag Herr Schultz," the class replied. Herr Schultz grinned with all the power of the sun shining from his smile and off the top of his bald head (his head only being bald at the top). Gaara could feel a smile tugging at the tips of his impassive lips. Sometimes his face would try its hardest to break the mask of nothing that was always on his face, but emotions would always fail to be seen or shown on his impassive face.

"I would like to announce that today we will be getting a new student," Herr Schultz said. A murmur broke out between the students. Gaara barely raised an eyebrow. "He should be here any moment."

"He?" some of the girls asked, stars shining in their eyes. Gaara hung his head. Women. They were all so simple. All women wanted was a cute guy to take notice of them and make them feel "special." Gaara figured all women were sex starved gold diggers. The students kept getting louder and speculations of what this new guy could look like started to circle. Barely paying attention to the mindless prattle around him, Gaara nearly missed the knock on the door. The room went silent.

"That must be him," Herr Schultz said. "Come on in!" he called out.

The door opened and the room went silent. Gaara was horrified to find himself staring.

The boy in the door was gorgeous (Gaara was loathe to admit). Black hair framed his pale cherubim face and was spiked in the back (Gaara was amazed the guy could pull off that hair style). His black eyes radiated from his pale face. Strangely, he had full pale lips and Gaara found himself wondering if they were as soft as they looked. He was wearing a white collared shirt covered in patches of various bands and a black pinstriped pin tie with skull and crossbones at the bottom. The shirt clung to his thin and yet shapely body. His black, torn, tattered, and endlessly patched pants clung to his narrow hips and pooled over his black and white checkered converse.

Gaara blinked and few times and unconsciously pinched himself. Flinching and coming to from his little gorgeous guy induced faze, Gaara turned his eyes away… only to find that everyone else was still staring at the guy with open mouths and some drooling. Gaara was suddenly thankful for his unbreakable mask of indifference. Turning away from the now smitten class, Gaara turned his attention to Herr Schultz, who was just as out of it, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Feel free to sit wherever you want, we don't have assigned seats," he said to the new guy.

"Thanks…" the new guy replied, his voice dark and sultry, whether this was intentional or not, Gaara had no idea. Gaara shook his head to clear his mind of any new guy centered thoughts, but was quickly snapped out of the task by a voice at his ear.

"Is anyone sitting here?" that sultry voice practically purred in his ear. Gaara snapped around, only to come face to face with endlessly dark black eyes. Gaara could feel himself practically drowning in those endless eyes. Absentmindedly, Gaara shook his head, indicating there was no one sitting wherever the new guy had asked about. Tearing his eyes away, Gaara faced forward and tried to collect his thoughts, only to have them scatter again as the new guy sat in front of him. Gaara had the sudden urge to bang his head against his desk.

"Before we get started, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Herr Schultz said to the new guy. The new guy stood and made his way to the front of the classroom.

"My name is Sasuke Uchiha, and I used to live here but three years ago I went to New York for a private education," Sasuke told the class. Gaara didn't look up from his desk, afraid of what would happen if he did.

"Thank you Sasuke, you can sit back down now," Herr Schultz said, Sasuke nodded and went back to his seat.

"Today we will be starting a new project," Herr Schultz announced as soon as everyone was relatively quiet. A collective groan escaped the students. "The good news is that you will be working in partners."

Gaara suddenly felt as though everyone were looking at him. Looking up from his desk Gaara found everyone's eyes on Sasuke. Groaning inwardly, Gaara leaned back in his desk and closed his eyes. A poke forced him to crack open an eye, Hinata would never touch him, she was too afraid to do that. Gaara was startled to find black eyes looking at him. Raising an eyebrow, Gaara leaned forward.

"What?" he asked coldly. The Uchiha looked slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered and plastered a smirk on his face.

"Wanna be partners?" he asked. Gaara gave him a "we are not impressed" look.

"Why me, Mr. Popularity?" Gaara asked somewhat suspiciously. The notion was echoed in the recently formed mob around the Uchiha's desk. Most were telling Sasuke not to pair up with Gaara because he was a blood thirsty monster who ate babies for the fun of it.

"Because you're the only who doesn't seem to be impressed," Sasuke said and leaned forward hovering next to Gaara's ear. "Besides, I believe that I fit the description on your shirt."

Gaara's eyes widened minimally and he shot back in his chair when he felt a warm and wet tongue tracing the shell of his ear. Clutching a hand to his ear, Gaara couldn't stop his face from being contorted into a look of surprise and revulsion.

"Uh… um…" a soft female voice spoke. Gaara turned his surprised look to the speaker, seeing Hinata Gaara did his best to school his face back into his indifferent mask.

"Hinata," he said, ignoring the impudent Uchiha.

"W-would y-you b-b-be my part-tner Gaara?" she stuttered. Gaara let the tiniest of smiles (which was about the tiniest curving up of his lips) cross his face.

"Sure," he replied and grabbed his bag, ignoring the heated glare that was plastered to his back from the Uchiha.

Sitting next to Hinata across the room from the mob of people surrounding Sasuke, Gaara chuckled a bit at the sight. Soon Herr Schultz came over though and divided the mob up into groups of two, leaving only the Uchiha. Gaara had a sinking feeling deep in his stomach.

"Well Sasuke, since you seem to be the odd man out, I'll let you choose the group you want to join," Herr Schultz said. A smirk covered the Uchiha's face. Gaara's sinking feeling grew. Sasuke stood, grabbed his bag and plopped into the seat next to Gaara.

Gaara had a feeling that this would be a long school year.