Robin: so yeah, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my boyfriend just dumped me, so I've been kind of depressed. So here it is. Chapter three.
CHAPTER THREE:
That damn Kakashi.
That guy is evil.
That guy is very very evil.
So here I sit, in my chemistry class, taught by that grinning asshole of a teacher, very pissed off, and very red.
Very very red.
"What's with you?" My chem. partner glances at my blushing face, waits for an answer, and before I even get a chance to speak, he just shrugs and walks away.
So here I am, Uzumaki Naruto, the dictionary definition of awkward.
I just sit here, staring dumbly at him, as he walks up to the front of the room to get our goggles and aprons. His crimson hair looks neater than usual, and the dark circles under his eyes seem to have grown.
He's wearing a pair of very tight black jeans (much tighter than he normally wears) and a black shirt with a picture of the band 'Desert Coffin' on the back of it.
As always he looks so… hot.
He turns and our eyes meet.
My blush deepens, and I practically leap out of my seat.
"MR. KAKASHI! I've gotta pee!" I shout, sounding stupid as usual.
My teacher just nods, and on the way out he whispers "you better come back, Uzumaki."
I litterly run down the hall, and out of the building, slowing down when finally I see the stairs to the rooftop. I look around, making sure no one is watching. I climb up the stairs, lay down, and stair at the sky.
The sun feels great; I just lay here, soaking it up.
"Gods, no wonder I'm getting so dark."
'Well, all that time was a waste, wasn't it, little kitsune?'
'It sure was, damn that Kakashi.'
"I bet Gaara thinks I'm disgusting…."
I sigh, and continue to watch the clouds, and start drifting into sleep, in the background I can hear birds chirping, and the ringing of the bell.
I close my eyes.
'There's…something… touching my…face…'
I reach my hand out to swat it away, my fingers graze smooth skin.
'It's… a guy?'
I open my eyes, and am greeted by Sasuke's face, his eyes staring deep into mine.
I jump back.
"WH-What the fuck, Sasuke!"
"You know, you're not allowed to sleep up here, Naruto."
"Let me guess, Kakashi sent you out here to get me?"
"No, Idiot, he sent Gaara, who's out looking for you as we speak."
"Then what are you doing here!"
He blushed slightly, and looked away. His eyebrows lowered, and his face acquired his usual look of annoyance.
"Your mine." He growled, as he turned and walked away, I lay back down.
"Gods, this is fucking weird."
I wait a while, by now lunch should have started, I climb down the stairs, and am greeted by the site of Sasuke and… Gaara?
"He's mine, you know. I already claimed him."
"I'm not really sure what you're talking about, and I don't really care."
"What do you think your doing?"
"Walking away."
I see Sasuke grab Gaara's arm to stop him, Gaara turns around and glares at him, and then Sasuke's fist flies and hits Gaara right in the face.
Gaara just stands there, looking shocked for a second (I'm pretty shocked too!), then lifts his hand up to his face to wipe away some of the blood. He slowly licks his fingers, and smiles.
'So this must be one of the reasons he goes to the psychiatrist…'
'I bet he's still not as bad as you.'
'Shut up.'
A loud gasping sound breaks my inner conversation, and I look up to see Gaara, holding Sasuke up by his neck, still smiling.
"Gaara, what the hell are you doing!"
Without saying a word he just drops Sasuke and walks away.
"Get back here!" Sasuke yells back at him, rubbing the purple area on his neck.
"Leave his alone, Sasuke."
At lunch I loitered around Gaara's usual table, but it was empty. Since he didn't really talk to anyone, there was no one to ask. He must have just… left.
I decided to ditch too, even if I did have detention.
Today was too weird; this past month has been weird.
I sat in my room and turned on the stereo, Radio head blasted from my speakers, and I let the music drown out my thoughts.
"I want you to notice…when I'm not around…" I sang as Gaara's face rotated in my mind.
"I guess I got it bad this time…. Huh?"