ok chapter six yay! and this chapter is dedicated ot PhoenixSong4232. Thank you guys so much for your reviews, you really have no idea how much they help me continue writing this story. well i hope you guys like it.

Chapter 6

I had gone to bed late last night, due to Gaara and I posting Naruto and Kiba's pictures on . And there had been a lot of hits to the site of our post in the first five seconds, much to our amusement.

Now I just have to wait until one of them slip up and do something I, or Gaara, don't like and the girlfriends get a free tour of the site. Ahh, power felt so good.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Damn. I forgot about my alarm.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Yeah yeah, I hear ya. . .

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I said I heard you, now shutup. . .

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"DAMN IT I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled in rage as I snapped to a sitting position on my bed.

Glaring at the spawn of satan sitting on my nightstand, I thought of smashing it with my shoe. But I didn't want to scuff them up. I liked them to much to do that to them. So, I settled on throwing it out the window.

I snatched it off the stand, yanking the cord out of the wall with maybe to much force, and threw it out the open window. I watched with satisfaction as it made contact with the cement ground and burst into thousands of mirco mechanical chips and pieces of plastic.

With a sigh of satisfaction and contemptment, I curled back into my blankets and pulled my tobagon a little tighter on my head. I was on the edge of sleep again, on the brink of drifting into a world of dreams, when a voice spoke right by my head scaring me to death.

"School starts soon Mat."

"AHHHHH!!" I yelled as I flipped sideways off my bed and to the floor, getting wrapped in a cocoon of blankets on my way down. My face was pressed into the carpet, while my apendages where trapped inside the prison of cotton.

"Mmgh! Ghra fhy?" was my muffled question. I had meant for it to come out as 'Ugh! Gaara why?'

I heard a sigh, and then felt a foot on my back. What was he doing?. . .He wouldn't dare! I thought as I felt him put more pressure on my back. He wouldn't really push me around the room with his foot would he? There had to be another way.

But of course, things wouldn't go my way, and I soon found myself being prodded around the room by the red head's foot like a giant soccer ball. If I didn't have a nosebleed everytime I looked at the guy, he would so be next on my hit list.

A few bumps and bruises later, I found myself lying on my back on the floor trying to make the room stop spinning. Really, how long could it spin? How long had I been rolled around on the floor. Glancing at Gaara, he seemed to be amused at my state of dizziness. Ugh.

"Your going to be late if you don't hurry." Gaara said as he made his way to the door.

"Yeah yeah. Let me change." I drawled.

Gaara shrugged and left the room, leaving for his classes. Oh Kami, please let my schedule match his! I prayed over and over for it to be true.

Getting up from my spot on the floor, I changed into my black slacks, white button-up shirt, red tie, and my grey New Balance shoes. I didn't bother tucking in my shirt, they seemed to be pretty lineant on the dress code. Just as long as you had on the uniform.

From my desk drawer, pulled out my schedule and skimmed over it. I seemed pretty basic, nothing I couldn't handle, except. . . Oh no. Was that. . . It was! It was gym! NOOOO! I CAN'T HANDLE ANYMORE NAKED GUYS!

"Gah!" I growled out, frustrated. "Why do you hate me?" I asked as I looked up at the ceiling. "Have I really been so bad?"

With a sigh of frustration, I stuffed the paper into my pocket after memorizing the room numbers, and grabbed my backpack on my way out the door. Gaara was already gone, and the hallway was starting to get crowded with late risers like myself. The only reason Gaara was up so early is because he didn't even go to sleep last night. So my insomnia theory was correct. I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

I ran down the stairs to the second floor so as to escape the crowd, I didn't want to get swept away by a wave of human bodies. What an entrance that would make going into my first period class.

"Ok, so i'm looking for. . ." I glanced at my list in my pocket and then put it back. "Room 42:History with Kakashi Hatake."

Nodding to myself, I stepped off the stairs and began glancing at the numbers beside the cherry oak doors. The persian carpet softened my footsteps, and made the walk a little peaceful.

"Hmm. 38. . .39. . .40. . .41. . .Ah ha! Room 42!" I said under my breath.

I didn't bother knocking on the door, I could hear voices from the inside. So I opened the door and let myself in. It was a fairly large room, all the desks were to my left facing the front of the room which was at my right. A huge chalk board covered the front wall and a teachers desk was situated in the corner at the front of the class. Good sized windows were lined on the wall across from me, letting in plenty of fresh air and making the room seem homely almost.

A few students were already at their desks, and turned toward their friends talking to one another. I reconized the long haired boy from the shower room and quickly ducked my head. Making my way to the back of the room, I took notice of another person occupying one of the secluded chairs.

A familer red head sat with his legs outstretched under his desk and his body was situated deep in his seat, his head slightly leaning on the wall behind him. The sleeves to his shirt where rolled up on his forearms, which were crossed over his muscled chest. The red tie around his neck was loose, and hanging slightly while his shirt was untucked and looked messy, but in a way that made you want to swoon. His pale jade eyes were half lidded as he stared at nothing in particular.

Kami, how I just wanted to drool on the floor. It wasn't fair. He shouldn't look the way he did. He was killing me! How was I supposed to keep my secret when he was parading around looking like an angel's warrior?

Composing myself, I took the seat next to him. He sat on the last desk on the last row. He had a window to his left and me at his right. Looking at him from the corner of my onyx eyes, I was grateful I was sitting.

His body was outlined by the rising sun, making him look like a godly fiure. The rays of the morning light shone through his crimson locks, almost like a halo around his head. He looked. . .so beautiful was the only way to describe it. It still didn't suit him, but I was completely at loss for words. This was torture.

I was hardly aware of the class filling up, that is until an energetic blonde plopped into the seat in front of me, snapping me from my staring daze.

"Hey Mat! I didn't know you had first period with us." Naruto gave a foxy grin.

"Y-yeah. I just looked at my schedule." I managed to choke out.

"Let me see what else you got." Someone else spoke from my right.

Kiba stood next to me with his hand outstretched. I dug in my pocket and fished out my schedule and turned it over to him.

"Mmm. Let's see, next period you have Algebra with Shikamaru and Shino. Third period biology with Neji, me, Kankurou and Naruto. Fourth period advanced studies with Gaara. Fifth period lawmaking with Shikamaru and Gaara. And sixth period gym with all of us." Kiba stated happily.

I almost passed out and died in class. Gym? With all of them? This was horrible! I can't take it! What am I going to do! I can't handle the nudity of the male species anymore! I can't! I can't . . . wait a second. Did everyone mean Gaara to? Oh no. Why?

I slammed my head on my desk, and ignored Kiba and Naruto's concerned questions. I was more worried about how I was going to stop the waterfall of a nosebleed that awaited for me in sixth period. Must fate be so cruel?

It seems i keep stopping at some of the most exciting parts. like last time it was the shower thing, now gym class. what awaits Matsuri in the boy's gym room? Will she be able to hold in the nosebleed? find out in the next chapter! please review! you guys are awsome!