-Chapter Three-

-Just One Kiss-

He's kissing me. Sasuke bloody Uchiha is kissing me. Why the hell am I kissing him back?! Damn alcohol for being so addictive and making you do things you know you'll regret later. Like kissing your arch-enemy for instance. That defiantly falls under the 'bad' category. Eventually my brain comes into sync with my lips and I pull away. Is it me, or does he look slightly dazed?

Anyway, everyone is staring at us. Kia and Neji look smug, for some reason known only to them, Hinata, Tenten and Kiba stunned, Gaara impassive and Kankuro hasn't looked up from the girl he's attempting to pull.

I walk away from him quickly, slamming a fifty pound note on the counter, grabbing Kia and getting the hell out of there.

"I knew you liked him! I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Kia starts to sing. Suddenly I'm facing the floor. "Uh, oh, it looks like you've reached your limit, Nar!" Swirling spots are appearing in front of my eyes. "Don't pass out on me! I can't carry you back on my own...erugh..fine then. I'll call the guys."

I see Gaara's worried face hovering above mine...before everything goes dark.

Cracking open an eyelid, I'm met with a splitting headache. My orange and black duvet is spinning, a mix of colours.

"Urgh..." I moan, letting my head flop back and almost immediately regretting the decision.

"The monster wakes."

Now I am one of the fortunate, or unfortunate depending on how you look at it, people who remembers everything the next day. Damn. The memories just make my headache worse. "School in ten." Kia decides to say as if this would improve my mood.

"Ten minutes?! There's no way."

"Stomach ache?"

"Used that last time, how 'bout I can't stop throwing up?"

"Kay." She turns to the mirror, running her hand through her hair and applying a dab of lip gloss.

"How come you're not half dead?"

"Not one drop of alcohol touched my lips." She says smugly. Wondering if it's normal to wish the slow and painful death of your best friend, I struggle out of bed, knowing that my head is too mixed up to attempt school so I need someone to help me straighten it out. That person is my ex.

I probably know more about Gaara than anyone in school, or anyone else full stop. The reason he had the symbol for love tattooed onto his forehead, the reason he doesn't interact with his siblings that much, the reason everyone is petrified of him. He also knows everything about me. Gaara's pretty much my best guy friend, so close we could be siblings.

We used to date about a year or so ago, but it was too weird for me because of the aforementioned 'practically my brother' bit, but everyone who doesn't know us assumes we're still dating. We don't waste our breath explaining our complicated relationship.

Anyway, I shove my head into a hoodie and practise walking for a couple of minutes before I'm sure I can make it to Gaara's dorm without the teachers suspecting I'm hungover. Making my way through the boy's areas, I earn a few wolf whistles probably because I'm in my orange shorts, until they see who I am, then they fall silent.

"Gaara!" His room's empty apart from him like I knew it would be. Gaara doesn't bother going to many lessons but he still gets good marks and he can't get kicked out because his dad's too influential.

"Hey, Nar, you feeling alright?"

"No! My head hurts like hell and I'm so fucking confused about last night!"

"Uchiha?"

"Who else would it be?!" Forty five minutes later, he's sitting on his window seat with his back against the wall and mine against his chest.

"Ignore him."

"Huh? That's your great advice?! 'Ignore him'?!"

"What else do you want me to say? Do you like him?"

"Don't you know me at all? I hate him!"

"Then your kiss last night was just a drunken mistake?"

"Obviously..."

"Then why do you need me?" I twist round and peck him on the cheek.

"Thanks, Gaara!" He's brilliant, he really is.

"Remind me again why we have to take all three sciences?" Kia asks. I shrug, glancing around the room. I can't see a single person other than Hinata paying attention to our Chemistry teacher. "Why do we even need to learn Chemistry unless you're planning on being a mad scientist or something?"

"No one in this room is likely to ever have a proper job, anyway. They all really on 'Daddy's plastic and Mummy's connections'."

"Not you."

"Well I don't have a daddy or mummy, do I?"

"I still can't believe you got a scholarship." Kia flips her midnight-blue hair out of her dark green eyes.

"Believe it, cuz I ain't going anywhere."

"Gaara work his magic then?" That sounds wrong.

"Yeah! I still don't know how that boy does it!" Doubly wrong.

"I still don't know how he puts up with your complaints about life." Phew, Kia nicely turned the conversation around.

"I don't complain about life in general, just the people in it!" Kia snorts at me. Seriously. Snorts. I bet Shika won't be so attracted to her if she sounds like a pig.

"For this experiment, you will be in your work groups." The teachers says, her voice rising above the steady level of chatter. Unanimous groans echo. The loudest of which is from me.

Kia goes off to Ethan and Mark, her partners. God, she's lucky. They're fit, they like her and she's better than them at everything. While I'm with Sakura and Sasuke. Wait. When did I start calling that fit boy Sasuke?! Wait, what?! I think I'm going mad, and I know this has nothing to do with the aftermaths of my hangover. Ahhhhhhhhhh! Still, the look on Sakura's face if she found out that I kissed her beloved Sasuke. Heeheehee.