Here's chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. You'd know if I did.

Warning: language, boy on boy

Neji's POV

The ride back to my house took about 20 minutes. And in that short amount of time, Gaara managed to make me feel like a pompous, arrogant, heaping pile of poo. I suppose it was my fault, seeing as how I started talking first. By doing that, it was as if I head flipped his 'on' switch. Damn was he sarcastic.

I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, feeling uncomfortable, especially when Gaara fell silent and looked out the window in a bored manner. I felt so self-conscious. It didn't help that the redhead was absolutely gorgeous.

Great, I thought. I have a totally hot guy with me, but he hates my guts.

"We're here," I said finally, pulling into the driveway.

Gaara came out of his daze and looked up. I inwardly cringed as he looked up at my house, preparing myself for another verbal crusade. The redhead raised an eyebrow and looked over at me in confusion.

"What're we doing here?" he asked. "Isn't this the servants' house?"

I rolled my eyes. "Oh shut up!"

I got out of the car and began walking towards my house, but stopped and, to my annoyance, looked back to see Gaara taking his sweet-ass time. He stepped out of the car and slowly closed the door, stretching his arms exaggeratedly. I rolled my eyes yet again and marched back over to him.

"C'mon," I said exasperatedly.

Without thinking, I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him inside, but he wasted no time yanking his hand out of my grip.

"Don't touch me, Hyuuga."

We settled at the coffee table in my room, and I began pulling out the homework assignments. I had explained a handful of formulas to him, and was working on my own chemistry homework while Gaara struggled through his. He was obviously frustrated, but it made him look so adorable. I'd never really noticed him before, but now it would be difficult not to. I couldn't help but glance up at him out the corner of my eye.

Don't picture him naked. Don't picture him naked. Don't picture him naked. Don't picture him-dammit!

I turned my attention back to my own paper, my face unconsciously heating. But once again, as soon as I finished the next problem, my eyes drifted back to him again discreetly.

"Oi, Hyuuga," Gaara said in a flat tone. "If you have something to say, say it. But stop staring at me."

I quickly looked at the table, blushing fully. Ok, apparently I wasn't that discreet. "Sorry, my bad," I muttered.

Dammit! Hyuugas don't blush. Especially over other guys!

"What the fuck? I don't understand this," he mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

I looked up. "What?"

"This." He pointed to part of the paper and started to slide it over to me, but I scooted around to his side of the table.

I leaned over his shoulder, consequentially breathing down his neck. The boy shivered and tried to stop it, stiffening considerably. I smirked.

"Oh, that part?"

I reached my hand out and accidentally brushed his. He recoiled slightly. I took the pencil from his hand and started pointing to different parts of the paper.

"When you balance equations, you have to make sure all the numbers add up correctly. So if there's not enough iron on one side, you have to multiply the entire compound with the iron in it on the other side until it matches the amount on the first side. You've been trying to multiply separate elements in compounds. You can't do that."
I had been talking and breathing into the other male's ear the entire time, and I could see the little goose bumps that had popped up on his neck.

"But…but what if the number of something else becomes uneven?"

"You keep multiplying the different compounds until it's balanced. Sometimes it won't work in one round."

"This is stupid," Gaara muttered.

I smirked and stifled a snicker. "What? Is it too difficult for you?"

"Shut up," he said, nudging his elbow back into my stomach.

"Oof! Ok, ok! Here- try this problem."

The redhead sighed. "Fine."

I watched him work, listening to the scratch of pencil over paper. He shifted slightly, and the smell of strawberries suddenly wafted up to my nostrils. I leaned closer to him and sniffed quietly.

"Stop breathing down my neck. You're smothering me, creep," Gaara said in irritation.

"Sorry, I was just in complete shock that this is taking you so long," I replied on reflex, faking disbelief.

Gaara turned and glared at me. "Why are you being such an asshole?"

I felt a small stab of regret hit me in the gut.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just kidding."

Gaara snorted and turned back to his work.

I leaned away from the other boy before going back around to my side of the table. I felt strange. I've never apologized and been rejected before. Everyone always seemed so eager to accept my apologies-yet they were usually over very small things, to the point of being insignificant.

We sat in silence for the next minute or so until Gaara slid his paper over to me to check. I shook my head as I analyzed the problem.

"Almost…you messed up one part."

He snorted again. "Of course. Tell me what to do, Mr.-I-beam-A's-and-sunshine-out-of-my-ass."

"Dude, what the hell is your problem?" I snapped, looking up at him.

"If you're going to be an asshole to me, than I can treat you the same way," he said as-a-matter-of-factly, folding his arms.

"I told you I was kidding," I said irritably. I shoved the paper back at him. "Now here; fix it."

"You didn't tell me what I did wrong."

"Oxygen is diatomic."

"…"

He glared at me.

"So?"

I rolled my eyes when I realized he had no idea what I meant.

"So, an atom of oxygen can't exist by itself. It exists in the form of a molecule; two atoms of oxygen. You wrote it as one atom."

Gaara sighed and stood up. "Where's the bathroom?" he asked curtly, stomping off to the door.

I barely had a chance to tell him before he was out of my room and headed down the hallway, without so much as a 'thank you'.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know if it's diatomic or not!?!" I heard him rant angrily to himself.

I snorted in slight amusement before flopping down on my back. Jeeze. Was extra credit really worth all this?

I ended up not driving him home that night. For some reason he changed his mind at the last second, and had me drive him to the train station instead. He said something about construction and roads being blocked…

The next school day went by without event; we ignored each other; he more fervently than I, until I drove him to my house again to study. He had been grumbling something about work in the car, but didn't say anything to me directly, so I pretended not to notice.

Studying was painful as ever. I think I'll start to keep a list of all the names he calls me-something to pass the time while he stews over chemistry, which according to him was created by the devil himself. Once we finished the homework, I dropped him off at the train station again. He had gone to the bathroom that time too, and taken nearly 15 minutes. I didn't think anything of it until I returned home. Apparently he had taken soap and drawn very….vulgar things on the sink mirror. I was not alerted to it however, until I heard Hinata's squeal of shock from down the hall, and the thump of her body hitting the ground. And apparently he has excellent art skills as well as no filter from his brain to his hands.

Dammit to hell, Gaara!

Gaara's POV

Fucking hell, I was late for work again.

I parked my shitty car around the corner from the building, grateful that I could find such a close parking spot. Although I never showed it, I felt extremely uneasy walking down the streets in the red light district alone. I had gotten grabbed a few times walking the length of no more than 4 blocks each time. Some of those times I was grabbed by the arm, other times I was grabbed in more…well…private areas. Consequentially, I ended up kneeing a few groins and breaking a couple noses. You'd suppose people would back off by then, but nooo. The red light district had a never-ending supply of thick-headed perverts.

"Gaara you're late," my boss said, when I finally stumbled through the front door and into the studio.

Elliot was there too, and he perked his head up and came over when he saw me.

"Hey babe," he said, giving me a quick kiss, flicking his tongue into my mouth.

"This is the second time in a row you've been late," Jiraya continued, ignoring Elliot's actions. "Is something going on?"

I broke away from the other male, and he leaned up against the wall next to me.

"Sorry. Apparently I suck at chemistry so I've been assigned a tutor; a tutor who's going to take up a lot of my time."

"Is it really that hard?" Elliot asked.

"Have you ever taken chemistry?"

"Like three years ago. I thought it was pretty easy, it's like math."

I growled and folded my arms. "It was created by the devil. It is NOT easy."

Elliot laughed and wound his arms around my waist while Jiraya rolled his eyes. "Alright. Just be ready for the next shoot in a couple minutes. Well talk about the rest of this later."

"Fine."

I poked Elliot in the side as Jiraya walked off.

"Hmm?"

"Hey, how do you tell if an element is diatomic?" I asked.

He poked me back playfully. "Look it up, Lazy. It's all the halogens, nitrogen, oxygen, and hydrogen. Yeesh."

Neji's Voice Mail

You have 3 new messages. Message number 1:

Hey babe! It's Tenten. I barely saw you in the last two days. What's going on? I was thinking this weekend we should go see a movie or something. Call me later, bye!

To delete, press 1. To save, press 2. To repeat, press 3.

Message 1 saved.

Message number 2:

Hyuuga, I can't study tomorrow. I was late the last two days, and I don't want my boss getting pissed. We've already studied 5 hours this week, so it's cool. I'll see you on Thursday.

To delete, press 1. To save, press 2. To repeat, press 3.

Message 2 saved.

Message number 3:

Hey, hey, hey! How's my best buddy? Soo…you get the autograph? Did ya? Did ya? What did he say? What was he wearing? Was he wearing eyeliner? Does he smell good? Because I've always wondered about that…What's his handwriting look like? C'mon Neji, call me back or something! I'm dying here! Please! I must have the autograph that was written by his small, delicate hands! I swear, if you didn't-

Message 3 deleted.

Ok, there's chapter 3. Sorry that took so long to update. (I hate school) So please review; reviews inspire me to write. And if you have suggestions or anything, tell me. I have a handful of ideas for this story, but suggestions will only make it better. .

Also, I'd appreciate if you guys would check out my new story "Lolita" (it's Gaara & Neji too). I worked really hard on it, and I think it's my best fanfic writing to date. But you guys tell me!