Dance

Title: Dance

Chapter 2: Bastard


I awoke to the sound of rain hitting my window, after looking to the side I noticed it was almost five am. Sighing I stood and stretched yawning rather loud before grabbing my school clothes and heading to the bathroom to get a shower. My stomach was all messed up. Was he really going to come pick me up? And would he be on the motorcycle again... I think I'd die of a heart attack if he droved the thing in the rain like he did yesterday... Wow, was it only yesterday? How come it seemed like weeks ago that he had walked into my home and sat on my bed like it was nothing?

As I stepped into the stream of hot water I ignored my butterflies and the thought of Gaara sitting on my bed – only in my head he wasn't so much sitting as laying nude like a center fold model. Maybe I should have taken a cold shower instead of the hot one. I washed and then stepped out wrapping a towel around my waist and using a smaller one to dry my hair before blow drying it and then dressing. My favorite color is orange. I always have something orange on. Today I had settled for a pair of black jeans that fell almost halfway past my knees and an orange shirt with black writing across the front that read 'I'm a Ninja' I had it made on line.

Nearly a hour and a half till school, so I turned on the TV and ate some ramen. Who cares if it was early ramen is good any time and any place. Once I had cleaned up my mess I sat on the sofa. I jumped as the doorbell rang, once I had opened the door I was pushed aside as the redhead walked in. “Hey.” I growled and watched as he took a seat lighting a cig and looking at the TV.

“Transformers?” He questioned and I blushed.

“Why are you here?!” I yelled turning the TV off and standing in front of it with my arms crossed.

“To take you to school.” He replied in his monotoned voice. I checked the clock.

“Your way early.” I rolled my eyes as he continued to stare at me. Then I took a seat away from him. Even if we were going to the dance, because he tricked me!, I didn't have to like the guy and let him know it, you know.

A few minutes of silence settled between us, I'm not one for silence. “So why are you here so early?”

He didn't answer as he crushed the rest of the white papered stick into the glass of the ashtray and sat it back down on the table. I glared at him once more annoyed by the lack of answers. “Get out.” I huffed. “I told you you could come in if you answered my questions and so far you haven't answered one.”

“That was yesterday.” He replied dryly and I blinked.

“What'ya mean?” I asked leaning forward.

“Yesterday you said I could come inside if I answered your questions. Today, I didn't ask to come inside, I just walked in.”

My mouth fell open. The bastard. He was right though, I never said every time he came into my home he had to answer questions. I rubbed my eyes and let out a breath. This was madness. “Well, if your gonna come in you have to at least talk.” I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

He thought this over a moment then leaned back on the sofa and looked me over from head to toe, I blushed deeply under his stare. “Maybe I don't want to talk.” He replied and looked me in the eyes.

What did he want to do then? Because I had a few ideas running through my mind. The thoughts made me blush even more as if I could get any redder. I stuttered out a lame reply. “Well.. Maybe I do.”

“Then talk.” He stated as he watched me. I lost any words that were formed in my mind as I actually looked him over. His pants were black and hanging from his hips, the top of his blood red boxers showing as his shirt raised slightly, he wore a fish net shirt under his black T with a picture of one of those rock bands on it, his green eyes shadowed with black eyeliner and his red hair sweeping across his brow less forehead, I was almost drooling over the sight and stuttered despite myself as I asked the lamest question ever.

“Want, um, something to drink?” I watched the floor and got no reply. Then after a few moments he spoke, with out me starting the conversation.

“Why don't we skip school today?”He tilted his head at me and I blinked. I of course had skipped school before, but never with someone else.

“What would we do?” I shrugged as if school were the only thing to do during the day, ones with rain all the more.

“This.” He replied looking around the room.

“Sit in my living room in silence?” I laughed and then blushed like a tomato at his reply.

“Or in your room.” His lips ,I could almost swear, curved up as I jumped up and stuttered. “Either way.” He added as he took out his pack and took another to his lips. I swear, he kills me with how he gently runs his tongue over his pale un-chapped lips before kissing the end of the cancer causing stick.

I sat back down and bit my lip. I hadn't skipped a day of school in over a month so no one would say much to me if I missed today. The only question I could come up with was why. “Why? Why do you want to hang out with me and why do you want me to so to the dance with you. Why?”

He was silent then he spoke, I listened and watched him as he watched me. “I live alone too.” It was a simple fact I did not know about Gaara. He had money this I knew seeing as how he had his bike and a car along with the fact he always had cash on him.

I gave a nod to show I was still listening, but he did not continue. I sighed. “And thats why? Because you live alone too?”

He nodded. Ok, I'm not too bright but I take this comment, and what I know about Gaara to mean he thinks we have more in common. “So, you think we have more in common?” I asked tilting my head to give him a questionable look. He nodded yes once then was back to sitting still. I rubbed the back of my head and tried to think of something to say that wouldn't be stupid. “And what, you want to find out?”

He nodded once more after a second of thought.

“Is someone putting you up to this?” I asked narrowing my eyes.

He shook his head no.

“So, you want to get to know me better, you don't want to talk, you want me to feel free to talk and you think we have more in common then each living alone?”

He thought this statement over for a longer period of time then gave another nod yes.

Well, spank my ass and call me Charlie. He was so confusing. “What if... What if I want to know more about you too. Not saying I do, but what if.” I tried to cover smoothly but knew I had gave myself away.

“What do you want to know?” He asked as he let a smirk crawl onto his face.

“Uh, I don't know.” I blushed and stood. I was getting a headache. I walked down the hall and to the bathroom, taking a bottle from the cabinet and swallowing a few aspirin with no help from water. I headed back to the living room when I noticed my bedroom door was open and I hadn't left it that way.

I stuck my head inside and had to return to the bathroom to shove toilet paper up my nose, shaking from the blood loss I returned to my room where Gaara was stretched across my bed looking through one of my school notebooks. “Hey -” I started to yell but was cut off.

“This is all wrong.” Gaara stated and stretched to reach for a pencil on my nightstand. Giving me a nice view of a very flat and toned white stomach. He began correcting my work as I gawked openly at him, how much blood could one person lose in a matter of minutes? Would I die? Slowly I walked over to the bed and watched as he worked on my math homework like it was nothing. Algebra isn't my best subject, and how could he figure out the answer without the help of a calculator? I sat beside him and began asking the last question, he seemed to ignore me so I started talking about the teacher and how she hates me, she never gives me above a C, and she gave this whole speech about how if we tried are best to get it right then she'd cut us a break... Yeah right.

Gaara seemed to listen, looking at me now and then when he found something I had said to catch his attention, though he didn't speak and he didn't tell me to shut up. Which was strange. No one usually talked to me, or let me talk this much at them.

I had been silent a moment when he turned to look at me, staring up into my blue eyes with his sea green eyes. My breath caught in my throat and I held the rest in. “Done.” He stated and closed the notebook, laying it on the table and then kneeling on my bed, which made him closer to me then he was before. Since I weighed more then him the bed sunk towards me and he was raised slightly higher than me. His face was a foot away from mine and the desire I had to kiss him was making me blush. I tried to say something smart but all I could get to come out was “OK.” He leaned closer to me, his lips inches from my own, I bailed, turning my head quickly away and he ended up laying a soft kiss on my ear. When I turned back around as he moved on my bed I noticed he didn't seem fazed by this at all, he just laid down taking one of my pillows – Acting like I was the guest in his home, ha. I noticed as his feet rested against my back that he had removed his sandals. I watched him breath, his chest rising softly. He looked at peace with his eyes closed and breathing so easy, I yawned and he opened an eye. He moved over to the other edge of the bed – Taking my pillow with him! Bastard. I laid down facing away from him and left my eyes open. The sound of his even breath soon made me fall asleep.

A/N: Yeah, the second chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, so I might add chapter 3 tonight. I kindof wanna read so I doubt I will. R&R if u wanna.