New Students-part2

A bell rang....announcing the end of the class period. Gaara sighed relievedly as the boy in front of him removed himself from the desk, his warm body no longer pressing against the redheads. Brown eyes glanced at the tense expression, before turning towards the exit. “I-I’m really sorry....to be such a bother, Gaara.....” the leaf apologized softly as he walked away.

The sand student jerked his eyes open, the aqua gaze trailing after the taller boy guiltily. He had made the boy feel as though it was all his fault. Gaara rose from his seat, his expression hardening as he gathered his belongings. Why should he care? They barely talked, they normally avoided eachother. Although.....each had their own reason. Lee avoided the redhead out of fear, of a few different kinds. Fear that he might say the wrong thing.....fear that the boy might hurt him.....fear that the redhead would dislike him as much as others in his past had. Gaara knew of his reasons. And the inner voice of his head told him to torment the older boy. But he wouldn’t Because as sadistic as he could be......he had to keep himself away from the boy. Confusing things were happening to him. And he didn’t know what to think.

Gaara sighed heavily as he exited the building....going outside for his lunch break. He liked the silence, and the lack of staring eyes. He sunk into deep thought again. Nothing made any sense anymore. For fifteen days he had been thinking only of this new boy.....he had only been able to read the flickering emotions in the brown eyes.....instead of his assigned book. He couldn’t concentrate on his assignments.....because he was concentrating on Lee. Why was he so intrigued by the shy boy? Why did he wonder how far his blush traveled?  And why......why was it this boy.....that had made him feel unspeakable pleasure? Just by colliding into him. Sure.....the redheads body had been hot enough from the close contact, but the added pressure of the boys body had been bliss.

Clear blue eyes glittered annoyedly as he sat underneath a willow tree, a hand absently grabbing for his bagged lunch. He wondered so many things. But one thing that was currently on his mind.....did Lee feel the same way? Does everybody feel this way? Or was it another oddity that made Gaara......the unusual young man that he was?