It's Gaara's turn again. Yeah! Oh yeah, Happy Holidays people. Have fun on your vacations! I know I will enjoy being off from school. When I come back the shop is Automotive! Oh yeah, some things are weird in this chapter…get used to it. And the Sakura bashing is coming into play.

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Magnetic Attraction: Angel and Demon

Gaara wished that school would end soon. Sure, he was an A student-it wasn't that hard considering they only had academic classes every other week-but that didn't mean he actually liked the classes he had to take. Machine shop was the only thing he could tolerate, but he was stuck in academics this week.

Listening to his Algebra 2 teacher drone on and on was pure torture. Gaara already knew all of what the idiot was talking about so he zoned out, his hands clasped around the hourglass.

Yesterday, with Hinata, he had felt like she was trusting him more and more. She was bursting out of her shyness and was letting him in. That feeling made him almost smile, but he managed to cover it up. She had been kind to him and she made fun of him like old childhood friends. She had even told him more of her past, and he got the feeling that not a lot of kids knew about it, making it all the more special.

"Homework is pages 344-345 problems 1-25, due tomorrow," the teacher said, sitting down at his desk, "don't forget about it."

Stuffing his oversized textbook down deep into his backpack, Gaara put one strap on and then waited by the door till the bell rang. He shuffled along with the crowd of kids, eager to go home. They had only a one more week of school left, and Gaara was madly glad. During the summer, he could spend more time with Hinata, winning the blushing Heiress over with his personality, looks and everything all he had going for him.

Just barely avoiding being crashed into by a pick up truck, Gaara slammed the door of his Mustang shut and started it up, bypassing the flat faced buses that waited for the stragglers. He smirked and was glad that his father had actually been afraid of him for once and not the other way around. Sometimes, his father got in moods where he was all depressed. During those times, when he would see Gaara, he would be afraid of him. Gaara liked him better that way. At least he knew that he wouldn't be the one that got the beating. Not that he took his emotions out on his dad. He always found a good punching bag somewhere in that hell of a mansion.

Seeing Hinata was at the top of his list right now of things to do. Ripping around, he pulled in, parking beneath a towering tree in the shade. Smirking, he walked right past a group of giggling girls who watched him as he walked past. One of them, the one he had met last time with the pink hair, sauntered up to him, making sure to try to look seductive. She put one finger to her lip and walked in front of him, winking.

"Hello again, Handsome," she whispered, leaning closer. Gaara could feel his insides bubbling up to the surface. This chick was plain nasty!

Why is this generation full of whores? Woman whores, man whores, teenage whores. Only makes me feel disgusted. Whatever happened to going steady and all that oldies crap that kids did back in the day? Better than using your body for something.

Gaara scowled and walked past the girl. "Don't come near me again," he growled, wishing girls would get that he wasn't interested in any of them. Only Hinata.

Sakura's inner self wished to be free and punch the kid over the head but she restrained the urge and ran whimpering back to her friends.

Gaara stalked over to the track field, spotting Hinata immediately. Her grace and hair color made her stand out amongst everyone in the school. She was warming up near the edge of the grass, stretching her long legs out and doing splits that Gaara was sure would kill him had he tried.

Acting like he owned the place, Gaara jumped up onto the concrete floor of the stands, his attention simply on Hinata. He watched her jump back up again as one of the upperclassmen approached, laughing and giving her a high five. The brunette spotted Gaara. Smirking, she placed her hands on Hinata's shoulders, turned her around, and waved at Gaara, whispering in the heiress's ear. She blushed, as she waved at him, smiling as he tilted his head in recognition.

Seeing her makes my day so much better. I can't ever let go of her. Not ever. Gaara clutched at his heart, feeling it beat against him. If she can't love me, I don't know what I will do.

An hour later, after watching Hinata run a mile and then race against Tenten several times, Gaara was finally able to walk over to his hime. She was sweaty and smiling, joking with Tenten as they wiped towels along their heads.

"Hinata," Gaara said in greeting.

Whirling around, she smiled and said, "Hi Gaara," blushing and not making eye contact. Tenten smirked behind her and moved closer to Gaara.

"Come here, red head, I need to talk to you," she said, gesturing with her finger.

"Why?"

"Just come here, I'm not one of your brainless fan girls," she assured him, smirking. She walked towards the stands and went under them, waiting for him to follow.

"I guess I'll be back, Hinata," Gaara told her.

"Okay," she answered cheerfully.

Moving slowly, Gaara found himself in a mess of old food and other objects. Tenten stood near the middle, her arms crossed against her chest.

"So you like her," she said deadpan.

"And what if I do?" Gaara asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I think she is getting over Naruto and is switching her affections to you," Tenten said, shifting her balance.

Is she for real?

"Why do you think that?" Gaara asked, wanting proof before he acted upon anything. He didn't want to make an idiot of himself in front of the person he loved the most.

"Don't believe me huh?" Tenten just shook her head. "Trust me, she likes you. She blushes around you, she talks about you like she did Naruto, she runs harder when you're around; I'm sure that she likes you."

Gaara's heart thumped louder in his chest. "I won't do anything until I talk to her about it," he said stubbornly.

"Whatever," Tenten rolled her eyes, but she wasn't mad. She smiled at him. "Good luck on winning your girl. She deserves someone nice like you." Walking away, she waved at him from over her shoulder. "Take care, future husband of Hyuuga Hinata!"

What. A. Freak. A nice freak, but still defiantly a freak.

Gaara slinked back to the field, seeing Tenten wave to her and leave. Stalking over, Gaara placed his hands on her shoulders, and said, "What would you like to do? It's your turn to pick this time."

He felt her shiver beneath his touch. She beamed at him, and said, "I have something in mind. But first, I have to tell Kiba who I'm going with."

Gaara pouted and hugged her harder. "Why?" he asked simply. "He isn't your caretaker."

Hinata just smiled. "Maybe not, but he is my friend. I don't think you would like to be ditched either."

Gaara released her and just nodded. If Hinata ditched him, he would be furious and more than a little upset. So he let her walk towards the parking lot, where she stopped at a Jeep. For a few minutes, she stood there, talking. Finally, she walked back, sending the red head a thumbs up as she ran back to him.

Panting, she stopped in front of him and smiled. "Kiba just said to tell you that if you hurt me, he would kill you and no one would ever know." She wrinkled her nose but laughed, hauling her huge bag over her delicate shoulder.

Reaching out, Gaara took her bag from her. "Here, I'll take care of it for you," he said, walking back towards his car, Hinata racing after him.

Sticking her tongue out, Hinata raced ahead of him, beating him back.

"You only beat me because I had that heavy bag in my arms," Gaara said, stowing her bag in the back seat of his car. Sliding in, he sent a small smirk in her direction.

"Sure, sure," Hinata said airily, also in the car. She started fiddling with her fingers again. "I know where I want to go," she said quietly.

"Where?" Gaara asked.

When she told him, he sighed, and nodded. He was only doing it for her, after all. He didn't have to have fun along the way. Right?

Gaara hated the mall with a passion. But Hinata, it seemed, didn't.

"It's not that bad," she said, tugging his arm towards another shop. Relenting, he let her pull him in, though the frown on his face was still intact. The feel of her fingers wrapped around his arm was enough of a reason to go, the pleased looks she sent him another.

"You're right; it's worse than bad, it's horrible." They paced a rack stuffed with small, squishy looking frogs. The beady eyes almost seemed to follow him around the room, as Hinata went for the very back of the hippy style store.

Hinata paused. "Are you really unhappy here?" she asked, pausing beside a rack of stuffed pandas.

"I'm just teasing," he said, more to make her happy than anything else. "Look, pandas," he pointed, hoping to distract her. Those hurt filled eyes were enough to make him make a fool of himself.

Brightening up, Hinata carefully wrapped her fingers around the soft silky panda, raising it to her face. "So cute," she breathed out, hugging it to her chest. Smoothing the black fur, she kissed the top of its head. "You should get one Gaara."

"How about you get one for yourself and leave me out of it?" he said, but the sight of her with the panda was too cute to resist. Picking on up for himself, he held it in front of his face and squinted at it. "I guess it isn't too homely. I'll get one for each of us."

Hinata squealed and hugged him, squashing their pandas in between them. Gaara wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed against her, almost gulping. He could feel her body quite well again. He wanted so desperately to jump her, throw her onto a wall and kiss her, but that would not win her over. Instead, he let her finish her act of happiness and then fished his wallet out of his back pocket.

Going over to he cash register, he placed the two toys on the table and let the cashier ring them up. He handed them the money and took the toys that the person had given him back and gave it to Hinata who beamed at him. Gaara almost felt like blushing like she seemed to be doing at the moment as she cuddled with her sweet panda-chan.

"Thank you Gaara," she whispered, hiding her face in the soft fuzz of the toy.

"No problem," he grunted, the bag hitting his thigh each time he took a step. "Why don't we got something to eat at the food court?"

Hinata paused in mid step. "Oh! I forgot! I was supposed to cook tonight!"

Gaara rolled a shoulder. "Why do you have to cook?"

Hinata waved his question away. "Hanabi and Neji are going to kill me!" she whined, turning pleading eyes to Gaara, her source of transportation.

Sighing, Gaara nodded. "Fine. But you have to let me in and eat with you."

Grinning, Hinata said, "Of course. I can't think of anything better."

Following behind her, Gaara thought, well, I sure can. Sooner or later, I won't have to go to the Hyuuga mansion anymore, cause she will be living with me.

Hinata tapped her fingers against the window, impatience for once settling on her. She was sure Neji was going to kill her when she got home.

"I'm sure that your family will not get mad at something so stupid," Gaara assured her, as he painstakingly got out of the car, baiting her.

Hinata almost glared at him, but settled for a pout. "You don't know my family very well then," she said, gulping as she made her way to the door. "They get mad at the weirdest things."

Gaara couldn't keep his smirk back. "Right. Sure."

"Fine, its your head on the line, not mine," she said sweetly, bowing at the guards as she passed the arched doorway. Throwing the door open, she let Gaara in first and the thing he heard didn't sound pleasant at all.

"Where have you been?" two haughty voices demanded.

Fuck.

AN: A little short, but non-the less an update.

Yes, Gaara thinks Tenten is a freak. In a good way of course, since he is a freak too.

Tenten seems to think that Hinata has finally given up her crush on Naruto and replaced it with Gaara. Maybe she has, maybe she hasn't.

Ah, and the pandas. Too cute.

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