I am the one you hate?

This chapter was done by me, sorry ^^.
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His eyes searched the room as his pencil tapped impatiently on the desk, 'Why isn't that damn teacher here yet' Just as his thoughts started to mull over the possibilities a wade of paper smacked him in the back of the head, "Hey fagot you daydreaming about that Uchiha's ass or something?" the voice was smooth and deep, that voice could only belong to Neji Hyuuga.

Gaara's eyes narrowed as his fingers tightened around his pencil, head lowing so that his sea foam eyes boar into the plastic shell of his desk. He didn't dare respond, he didn't want to have to fight Neji and his whole gang of friends once more so he had learned to ignore and avoid them all until this one class, 4th hour...what seemed to be the longest class of the day.

Slowly his eyes shut as his foot tapped even with the beat of his heart. "Shut the hell up about my ass Hyuuga." The young Uchiha growled. As he turned with a smirk Gaara's heart caught in his chest for a moment as his breathe hitched, 'Damn it I wish they would just shut up.' Gaara's inner voice roared as the pencil snapped in half, small pieces of wood embedding into his skin as his grip tightened still.

A chuckle came from the reclined Hyuuga as he sneered, "Whats the matter Gaara? Wishing that pencil was up your ass instead?" The red head's eyes snapped open as he quickly bolted out of his seat and surged toward the cold bastard but before he could even reach strong arms wrapped around him holding his arms. Hot breathe panted over his burning ear as a deep soothing voice whispered, "Calm down Gaara, don't let them get to you."

A series of 'Aww's, 'Ooo's, and 'Ewww get a room!' sounded from the room full of teenagers at the scene. Gaara ripped himself free of the grasp and whipped around and glared at the blonde, "Shut the fuck up Uzumaki and keep your noise in your own business." Gaara hissed before heading toward the door.

His steps graceful and almost unheard while his breathing came in heavy pants, almost like hisses. His fingers gripped the handle but ripped back when it turned on its own. His eyes flicked up to the curious gaze of his teacher but before the teacher could ask any questions Gaara stormed past him and down the hall.

Folding his book the teacher simply sighed and looked around the class shaking his head.

Gaara was fuming, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides as his narrowed eyes glared straight forward. He would make a quick stop at his locker pick up a few books then just go home and punch a few walls. Thoughts flew through his mind as his quick steps echoed back to his ears mixed with the soft noises coming from behind closed classroom doors.

It hadn't been Gaara's plan to come out while in school still, especially not in the manner he had but it wasn't something he could change. Living everyday afterwords had kept getting worse until the point that just to relieve some of his pain and the hate that had been building up he had taken up his old habit that left his body riddled with scars of all shapes and sizes all over his body.

His body froze as he finally came to his locker. "Fucking bastards." he seethed as he shut his eyes and stomped over to the locker. He opened his eyes but only enough to focus on the lock as his fingers spun the combination until it clicked. Filling his black messenger bag with his needed books and ignoring the white gel stuff that oozed down the locker door and and dripped off to plop with a squishy sound to the floor.

"They think this is funny, I don't even know what this shit is! And I am not paying to have the spray paint removed either." He slammed it shut and stomped off not even giving the neatly painted words another glance. The walk home would be about twenty minutes and hopefully in that time he figured he could calm down.

A harsh autumn breeze whipped around him as he continued forward, toward his house. Any hope of calming quickly vanished once memories of the past started flooding his vision.

"Hey Gaara." the voice was soft and friendly as a warm arm wrapped around his shoulder and lean body pressed against his as the red head stood in front of his gym locker half nude, wearing nothing but shorts and socks at that point.

"Hello Neji." Gaara's voice was soft and far off as he twisted the cap back on his deodorant and bent over to grab his shirt. Of course they were the only two left in the changing rooms since neither one had a class after words so they could take their time.

"So Gaara..." Cool fingers brushed over Gaara's side as the other teen leaned closer, watching a small blush burn across Gaara's cheeks.

"Hn?" was all the red head could muster before turning to face Neji.

Faster then Gaara could register his body was slammed against the locker and another lean toned body was pressed firm against him. Unable to contain himself Gaara moaned as arms wrapped around him and Neji's face came closer. "You do like me don't you Gaara? I heard a little......tale going around school, about just how much you like me.....Do you watch me Gaara?"

Swallowing the thick thump that suddenly formed in his throat, causing Neji to smirk at the sound Gaara simply nodded. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, the one he had wanted for so long had him pressed against a locker and was practically breathing down his neck asking him all the question he had hoped were never brought up. His mind was practically screaming.

"What was that Gaara....I couldn't hear you....Do. You. Want. Me?" Neji's nose was so close to the others that he brushed his lightly over the others as he let out a soft plume of breathe that tingled Gaara's skin.

"Yes." Gaara whispered, finally starting to get a hold of himself.

"You sick bastard."

Gaara blinked as suddenly Neji flung himself away and was glaring at him in disgust, " Like I'm going to be with some sick freak like you. What the fuck is the matter with you? *smirk* Just wait until I'm done with you, I'll make you wish you were never born. I am not going to live with people calling me a fagot just because you have some sick obsession with me."

The memory stung and forced bitter tears to rain down his cheeks as he continued forward, now stomping up the lawn to his house. He stormed inside, ignoring the howls from his dogs as he marched upstairs.

He slammed the door shut and flung himself on his bed. Burying his head in his pillow his fist slammed into the mattress. Thoughts of the slow approaching day of graduation tried desperately to bring some happy feelings to the teen, giving him hope that it would all end soon and he could move on.

Then, thoughts of after school, in the so called real life. Would anything really be different? The children that torment him have to have learned it from someone, obviously their parents...the ones that would be running his life.

Everything around him crashed and at that moment all seemed lost, everything was hopeless. He was a void that could never be filled, he would be stomped on and ridiculed for the rest of his life...there would be no help, no hope, no happiness for him.

His eyes narrowed as it finally dawned on him, a way to end it all and finally be free.

Slowly raising from the bed his feet pressed into the carpet, a surreal feeling overwhelming him. It felt as if his body was no longer his, like it was floating and tingling but thats all he could feel. His eyes blinked as he walked toward his closet.

A strange half smile formed on the corner of his mouth as he gripped the edge of the door. Gently pushing it open he looked up and extended his arm up to grab a hold of a white extension cord. Once it was free he turned and walked forward.

No thoughts or feelings swelled in his mind as the soft plop of his feet echoed in his ears. Aware of every single movement and flexing of his muscles Gaara pulled his desk chair underneath his light fixture and stepped up onto it, steadying his weight and then proceeded to tied the cord around the top of his ceiling fan and gave the cord a few rough jerks. The fixture didn't even jiggle.

With a strange smirk the teen nodded and he continued to wrap the cord around his neck. The cold material pressed into his skin causing goosebumps to ripple over his chest and arms. With a series of strong knots the teen tied off the cord.

He looked out the window and watched a few cars pass by, a few small children too young to even be in school play around in their front yards, their cheerful laughter echoing in through the empty shell of his mind.

Without a batt of his eyelashes his legs kicked the chair out from beneath himself.

--I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear--

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I know Gaara was a weird choice but I just couldn't help but writing him in...sorry it was lacking in details and such I wrote it kinda fast so that would explain its crappiness >< Next one I write if I have to write one will be better.

Also I figured ending where I did was a good choice, no? I didn't want to get into that too much because you all know how people die ^^