Are You Done Yet?
Summary: I only want a DAY in peace.Work on my projectwithout having him there. Withouthis cocky grin and smart remarks.Is it so hard to ask? Not if you're in the same school with Syaoran Li, that is. SxS, ExT. R&R!
A/N: OMFG LOOKIES, PEOPLE! She has another story! XD And guess what? It's Av's own story line too, so HAH on you, Val! :D
Now. READ. -commands you to-
Chapter 1 :: First Impressions
(Sakura's POV)
I rest my case.
It's all Touya's fault. If it weren't for him, I would've never met HIM. What was his name again? Oh yes.
Syaoran Li. Or Xiao Lang, as Meilin calls him when he's angry. But he hardly does. At least, not around me - like the first time I ran into him. Okay, it wasn't exactly 'ran into'. He just happened to be there when Touya's realized he forgot his credit card and had to drive back, but I was already nearly late for school, so what was I supposed to do?
"This is all your fault." I glared at my brother, who was parkedin a nearby supermarket parking lotwhere fellow classmates were rushing towards school. "My first day hasn't even began and I'm already late!" I got out of the car in frustration, grabbing my bag and smoothing my skirt down.
"God, squirt," Touya grunted at me, looking in his bag. "I need my credit card!"
"I don't CARE about you and your credit card! Is your credit card more important then your SISTER?"
Before I could get an answer out of him, this silver BMW pulled up next to us and this person rolled their window down.
"Hey, aren't you Sakura Kinotomo?" the guy inside asked, throwing me off guard. How the hell did he know my name? Okay, maybe not with complete accuracy, but c'mon - it was close enough.
"Kinomoto," I stared at him in disbelief. "How d'you know?"
The brown haired guy grinned at me, making me feel tingly all over - first day at school shivers, I thought. "Word gets around. Know a Eriol?"
Eriol? I tapped my mind for that one... yes, there was a Eriol in there somewhere... "You mean Eriol Hiirigizawa?"
"Who else would be called Eriol here?" there comes his smirk. Again.
I glared at him, ignoring his smart ass come back. "And where did he hear it from? Don't say Tomoyo."
"Tomoyo Daidouji?" he clicked his tongue, staring into my emerald eyes. "Of course. The girl who Eriol keeps talking about non-stop. Who wouldn't know her? Daughter of one of Sonomi Daidouji, no duh."
"Thank you for sharing your knowledge, but if you don't mind, I've got more important things to do." And with that, I walked off towards the direction of the school.
Touya stuck his head out the rolled-down window. "And where do you think you're going, squirt?"
Flushing a bit, I turned to face him. "Home so I can askDad why you're so annoying! What d'you think?"
"Dad will freak if he sees you coming home right now," he snorted.
Whatever. I have more things to worry about. Like how there's only five minutes until the bell rings at 8:45.
After walking a few paces, the silver BMW with the annoying-as-hell guy caught me up, and he looked at me again. "Look, you're not going to make it with the speed you're going at."
"And you care because...?"
He sighed, and opened the passenger's seat door next to him. "Just get in and I'll drop you off, okay?"
I stared at him and laughed. "Riiiiight. For all I know, you could be some murderer, or rapist, or mentall challenged freak who escaped from the mental institution, or just another guy who wants me in bed."
He held up a card, which said, in big bold letters at the top, KIROSHI TOKYO HIGH SCHOOL. Yeah, okay, so he goes to my school. So what? I looked further down, which had his information.
Name: Xiao Lang Li
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: July 13
Nationality: Chinese
Class: 12C
"Xiao Lang Li," I muttered to myself, letting his name flow over my tongue. "12C, huh? Great, now I'm stuck with a conceited jerk as well as being late."
"Syaoran," he corrected me. "Don't call me Xiao Lang."
I grinned at his introduction. "So, going all 'Bond' on me, huh?"
"Listen," he turned his head, looking at the school which seemed miles away from us. "You want a ride, or not? I'm late for school myself, so if you want to be late, suit yourself." He, Mr. Don't-Call-Me-Xiao-Lang, closed the door and rolled up his window, preparing to leave. It took me half a second to reconsider his offer.
"Hey Touya," I called to my brother, who was still searching for his credit card. "Ditich your search, I got a ride!"
"What the -" He looked up, just in time for him to see me getting into the car. "Sakura! What d'you think you're doing?"
I waved sweetly at him as we passed before sinking in the chair, sighing in relief. "Brothers," I murmured to myself.
Syaoran grinned, speeding up towards the school. "Believe me, I've got four."
"Brothers?"
"No, sisters."
I turned to look outside the window, flashes of trees and houses passing by. "So, what was your name again?" he asked.
"According to you, Sakura Kitomoko."
"No, I said Sakura Kinotomo."
I glared. "Either way, it's annoying and it's wrong."
He grinned at me, parking his car, grabbed his bag and got out. "I know my car is awesome and all that, but it's about time for you to get out," he glanced at his watch. "Looks like we both have one minute until class time."
I glared at him and started to walk up the school building. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he called out after me.
Turning around, I adjusted my bag. "Yeah, I just happened to forget why I ever accepted a ride from someone like you!"
Syaoran laughed and walked past me. "You know you love me," he winked at me, and I flushed asoft pink.I could tellby the way he walked that he was one of those popular-and-hot-guys that all the girls in school drool over. Well, not me.
"Thank you for leaving me here," I growled at him, a few steps in front of me. Syaoran turned around and pointed to my right side.
"The reception is over there, Kura."
"Kura? Since when am I 'Kura' to you?" I looked at him, just in time hearing the bell ring.
He smirked at me and kissed my cheek, quick as a flash. "See ya later, Kura." And with that, he walked to his classroom.
Walked. Why is he walking, when he's late? Oh wait, of course. He's Kiroshi Tokyo's most popular freak. Now why didn't I think of that?
Heading towards the reception, I couldn't help but blush. He was charming, snobby, conceited, and sweet. Nah, not my type of a guy.
"Hi, I'm new here, and I was wondering if I could have my information for the year?"
(Syaoran's POV)
I guess it doesn't take a moron to know that I like her. Kura, I mean.Which is pretty surprising. I've always ignored those chicks who're constantly after me, worshiping the ground I walk on. I've never had a true girlfriend before and I don't want one - it's just this... thing. Being in this school for years, I was used to being stared over or drooled over... which is pretty sickening, having sluts after you.
Walking down the hallway, I licked my lips. She tastes good. No, not in that way! Nasty minded people. So I'm a perv. Well, I happen to be a guy. It happens.
Homeroom was the usual. Mr Terada kept on talking about a upcoming dance in two weeks. Girls shot me a longing look, but I merely grinned back before turning away.I hardly ever go to dances. They're not my thing, no way. I'd rather do something more time-consuming: soccer, hockey, or martial arts. Going out with Kura wouldn't be so bad either, I thought with a silly little smirk on my face.
Speaking of Kura, where was she? Sure, the receptionist can be a bit too talkative at times, but that doesn't mean that she isn't in class when homeroom had just started about -
Oh. 4 minutes ago. I guess I'll have to wait.
(Sakura's POV)
I ran breathlessly to my first period class: rotational options. Apparently in this school, the schedule's so tight with so many subjects, music, art, drama, computer studies andyearbook staffare grouped together as rotational options. Since in this school, I got to choose two to work on for the whole year, so I chose yearbook and music - luckily, both still had spaces available for another student or two. Scanning over the information that the secretary gave me, I smiled. Yearbook. Well, that was easy enough.
Was it?
"Kura!" I stiffened as I recognized my voice, and noticed some girls were giving me nasty looks. Squeezing my eyes shut, I prayed. Please don't let it be him, please don't let it be that -
Feeling a presence around me, I snapped my eyes open, staring into amber orbs. I glared. "What d'you want, almight one?"
Syaran grinned. "Have you thought about meeting your friend Tomoyo yet?"
"I would've, five seconds ago if you weren't talking to me right now," I sneered as I walked past him, as if he wasn't there. He smiled slyly at me again, and took my time table.
"Hmm," he looked over my schedule. "Yearbook as rotation one? Sweet," there comes that I'm-so-awesome-and-perfect grin again. "Same class as I'm in! C'mon, Tomoyo's in there too as well as Eriol -"
"Syaoran, I can walk by myself thanks," I growled at him, annoyed. Would this guy ever leave me ALONE? Hello, I happen to like walking. He doesn't have to drag me to the classroom. I can read!
"SAKURA!" I flinched as I heard the piercing scream, knowing who it was. "Oh my god, is that you, Sakura? It's actually yoooooooooou!" I yelped tripped as Tomoyo rushed toward me falling on -
Syaoran.
Can this day get any worse?!
Tomoyo giggled, looking at us on the ground, me and Li's faces blushing red. Getting up, I glared at my so-called best friend. "Thank you so much for helping me up..."
Tomoyo put her hands on her hips and pouted. "Is that your way of greeting me?"
I grinned, and hugged her - tightly. "Of course not! I haven't seen you in... what, it must've been two years?"
"Hate to break up the reunion, but just so you two know, we're late for class," Syaoran said, grinning from ear to ear. I looked at Tomoyo, who looked at me, and we both glanced back at him. Laughing, she looped arms with me and walked away, leaving Syaoran there, standing in the middle of the hallway.
After Class
"Cheer up, Sakura!" Tomoyo smiled at me as we headed towards Math. "I'm sure he'll let you go easy."
"Let me go easy?!" I burst, staring at her. "You're telling me that being stuck in a group with Syaoran Li will be easy?!"
Tomoyo coughed, opening her locker. "No, I said he'll let you go easy -"
"I don't care,"I grumbled. "This is starting to be the worst day ever and I still haven't -"
"Hey Kura, can I talk to you for a sec?" Syaoran leaned against my locker, smiling that dazzling smile of his that would set most of the girls at my school to her knees. Not me.
"What d'you want?" I snapped, adjusting my bag. "Don't got all day."
He cleared his throat and looked at Tomoyo meaningfully. "Privately?" Tomoyo grinned slyly, getting him and walked away. My jaw dropped. Did she just walk away from me? Did she just walk away from me and leave me alone with this self-absorbed, conceited, annoying, pathetic -
"So, your place or mine?" Syaoran's words cut through my line of thought. I blinked up at him. "For what?"
"Yearbook," he raised an eyebrow. "Don't you remember? Mr K wants us to work on our pages for -"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know!" Then the relization dawned on me. "You want us to work to gether after school?" UI blurted out in disbelief.
His grin grew wider. "Sure, why not? How 'bout this, I'll go to your house a day per week, you'll come with me the next, I'll go to yours the next week after you coming to mine, and yadda yadda yadda?"
I just stared at him in shock. I wasn't able to stand this guy for several minutes - and he wants me to come over?! Touya would beat him up if he sees that gaki, I suddently thought. I grinned. "No problem! My house this week?"
Syaoran seemed surprised with me being so easy-going, but he shrugged it off and flashed that smile again. "See you after school then!" And ran off.
My smile only started to fade when I realized what I've done. "Aw damn it."
A/N: MWHAHAHA! First chappie, short but WHATEVER. XD That's how it's supposed to be.
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