Door to My Heart (Gaara Love Story)

Awkward

Hope you guys like this new chapter~~~!! Sorry, there is alot of swearing in this one....cos' shes really angry. I'm like this too in the mornings...fail.

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Erika's POV

I woke up to the sound of footsteps near the edge of my head. I groaned and lazily opened one eye to see a figure towering over me. My eyes widened as I started flailing my arms around and kicking my legs trying to inch away from the figure.

"HOLY FUCK! THERES A RAPIST IN MY ROOM!!!" Was the first thing I screamed out before I fell off the side of the bed, hitting my head on the sandy carpet.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes so I could get a better look at the rapist before I ripped his head off for disturbing my sleep.

I quickly grabbed my katana and stood up, letting my eyes clear up. The figure was a few inches taller than me and had auburn hair. I didn't see a weapon anywhere except some sand floating around him and....wait... Auburn hair?.....Oh Fuck.

Haha...funny story....

Turns out the 'rapist' was Gaara.... I'm so great at making first impressions...

I relaxed and fell to the floor, relieved that someone wasn't coming to rape me in my sleep. Hey, thats a scary thought... Wait a second, why the hell was Gaara in my room.

"Why the hell are you in my room and disturbing my sleep? I'm not exactly a morning person..." I said sleepily.

I watched as he straightned himself up and turn towards me, holding a pile of paper in his hand. "Yeah I could tell."

I shot a dirty look at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean!? Humph.

"I came to collect some paperwork." He said, gesturing to the pieces of paper he held in his hand.

I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms, not believing a word. "Oh really? Paperwork you left in the guest bedroom?"

"No. Paperwork I left in my bedroom."

"Then go to your own fucking room!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. Geez, its his own house and he doesn't even know where his fucking room is. Fuck.

"Wow, you really aren't a morning person huh?"

"Of course I'm not a fucking morning person. So deal with it. You're lucky I'm not throwing shit" I exclaimed! "So tell me! Why aren't you in your own fucking room?!"

He sighed. "I'm in my own fucking room." He said calmly, as if he was mocking me.

I started to say something but I stopped and looked at him quesitoningly. His room? Oh fuck. I looked at the ground awkwardly and then at the bed that I just slept on. That gaara's probably slept on before as well. I felt a blush creep unto my cheeks and I quietly nodded. Wow, this was awkward.

"This....is your room...?" I asked hesistantly, hoping that he would have been kidding.

He nodded really slowly, obviously trying to make it very clear. Oh fuck, he wasn't kidding.

I looked at the pillow and then back at him. I picked it up and threw it at him, aiming  for his head. "Why didn't you tell me before?!" I shouted.

The sand acted as a sheild, guarding his face before the pillow hit it. "What happened to not throwing shit?" He asked as the pillow fell to the ground. "And FYI, I did tell you, you were just passed out on my bed that you didn't hear."

I crossed my arms and turned my back to him. "I hate mornings." I said as I stormed into the bathroom. I leaned over the sink and looked at the tired face staring back at me through the mirror.