written by rockleerox93! The next chapters are written by myself, but have had rockleerox93's approval.

~Strange Attraction~

She has been standing for nearly two hours and not one guy has hit on her. Was she doing something wrong? She had followed the fashion magazine accordingly: 'Guys love lacey dresses that flare at the knees! Pink is the new black! Blue eye shadow is what's up! Wear yourself a grand hat, it's all the rage!'

The stylish strip of Konoha Mall was the local hotspot for high school students, so why wasn't anything hot for her? She whipped her whole body around to look her reflection in the glaring clothing store window over with frantic curiosity. A slender girl with eye-popping clothes, too much make up and basketball player height greeted her. A classic feathered bob layered and kept shined to a new radiance in summer sun. The magazine had said long hair was in, but Lee didn't have the kind of time to grow hers out. The pink glow on her tan cheeks accented the ruby blush she had patted on. Her eyebrows were…huge, one of the reasons she kept her square bangs; they acted as curtains to pull across her forehead. Her eyes were almost perfectly circular, like that of an average child. She knew for a fact that she wasn't the most attractive girl on the block, quite far from it really. Even with this disadvantage, she was wearing all the attractive things, so why wasn't she attractive?!

She fluffed her hair and puffed her lips out like a clingy woman from an old romance flick. Static began to tickle the small hairs on her neck. Someone was gazing at her! Lee immediately whipped her head around; anxious to see who it was sizing her up. A male, about 6'2 stumbled back a few paces, completely taken by Lee's quick attention. He followed the crowd out, averting his eyes away from the too anxious girl. He muffled a "Never mind" as he exited the shopping strip.

Lee sighed. Despite her impressive efforts she still remained dateless to the prom. She lifted up her top hat and dragged it to her tiny, fallen chest. She bit her lip and held in a muffled groan. She never was girly. All through middle school she was a strict tomboy. She played baseball all her junior life and wore nothing but sweats to and from practice. That way of living wasn't accepted in high school. It was a completely different world. The average life of a girl with junior status included a boyfriend who texted every 10 seconds, an hour's worth of smudging cosmetics over fine skin in class, and laughing at other students who didn't look like them. Lee wanted that life, or more-so, the part that counts, to have a boyfriend, a guy who would take her to the prom a month from now.

She lingered at the Boutique window for a few more moments before deciding that she had overstayed her welcome. She skulked into the crowd, merging herself with the mass of people. The pink tippy toe high heels were killing her feet and smashing her toes together and she couldn't help but sweat… A frilly girl casually strutted aside Lee, slyly poking her foot out in front. Something was amiss, Lee lounged forward unintentionally, and ink black rained at her ears and fluffed up around her forehead. Surprisingly, her face did not meet the pavement. Lee was on her knees, and her arm was wiped back, held by something. She glanced to see who was overhead. A pale skinned male who stood at 5'6, soap-cleansed complexion and somber rich eyes the color of Tokyo Sea encircled by bold black…

"Be careful."

"Man, you are attractive..."

The red head blinked, he wasn't appalled or angry. He was bemused more than anything.

"What?"

Lee jumped to her feet and quickly snatched her hand out of the young man's hold. She laughed nervously and pivoted toward the exit, "THANK YOU! BYE!" She was gone as fast as she had appeared. The red head was astonished by her inhuman speed and the dust she had actually kicked up in his face.

"Hey, Gaara! What do you think about the brunette over there?" His blond haired friend managed to finally catch up with him, apparently out of breath.

Gaara glanced over at the girl with the corner of his eye and was not interested.

"No."

Naruto stood up slowly and mounted one hand on his hip while the other swiped the grimy sweat off his whiskered cheeks. He glared at Gaara. They had been going to every local hot spot where hot chicks frolicked about, and this was the last destination on the list. And after several hours of searching, Gaara did not want anyone. "I don't get you. You could have any girl here, hell you could probably steal a girl during the prom! Why are you taking your time?"

Gaara did not answer and rudely proceeded to travel the strip without his friend in tow.

Naruto yelled to Gaara's fleeing form, "We've been here for 3 hours and you still haven't mentioned one girl. Let's just g-"

"I did find someone." Gaara growled, annoyed that his friend would put him on blast in front of the nosey public. Naruto dashed beside Gaara, fast to mimic his friends walking stride. "What?! Why didn't you say something sooner?" Naruto took a quick glance around them, excited to see who the lucky girl was. "Where is she? Is that her over there?" The blond pointed to a sherbet haired girl strutting in her stilettos and ripped jeans while her yellow baby-doll top fluttered in the breeze. Gaara was not impressed.

"No."

Baffled, Naruto asked impatiently, "Then where is she?"

"She ran off."

"What?!" Naruto could not believe it. "Is she queer or something?" Gaara shook his head. "She said I was attractive."

"Well, is she?"

"No."

"What?!" The red head never ceased to surprise him. He would rather have an ugly girl over these hot babes?

Gaara shrugged. "She was what you would call 'cute', but nothing more. Attractive is too extensive a word for her." Naruto lifted an eyebrow, "So…she's not ugly, but she's not pretty either? What about ordinary?" Gaara didn't need a moment to think to answer that one.

"Not even close."

Naruto was utterly disappointed. He expected Gaara's taste too be…surprising, but not weird. No way was he accompanying Gaara and his strange date to the prom. Even though they were good friends, he still had a reputation to live up to. He went out with pretty girls and if Gaara didn't, well…they just couldn't go on double dates.

"So…what now?"

"I'm going to find her and ask her to the prom." Gaara ran a hand through his exotic ruby hair, mussing his spiky due. From what Naruto saw, Gaara was smiling, or more so, smirking. "She ran this way. And I'm going to steal her away before the night is up..." Naruto sidestepped his friend and pretended not to hear the perverted humor in the comment.

"Good for you man."

Gaara agreed, "Very good for me."