"And so, I want you to go back home and complete pages 80 through 120 of your history workbook." Shinata-sensei demanded unreasonably. "By tomorrow."
The entire class groaned in unison, everyone except Hiiragizawa Eriol. He wasn't paying attention at all. He was too busy staring at the side profile of Daidouji Tomoyo to notice anything. Her thick, dark lashes. The gentle, aquiline curve of her aristocratic nose. The slight cock of her head when she was diligently copying down what the sensei had said, printing in small, neat and precise handwriting.
Suddenly Tomoyo looked up from her book, and cast him a surreptitious glance. Seeing Eriol stare back at her with a half-shocked, half-bemused expression, Tomoyo quickly turned back, flustered, and hastily pretended to scribble down a few lines. Her skin was tinged red all the way from her neck up to her ears. Oh gosh, I can't believe he caught me looking at him!
Eriol wanted to die of embarrassment. The girl he liked just caught him staring at her. Staring admiringly at her. Gaping at her. His mouth wide open. Like a goldfish or something. Could he have been anymore idiotic? Nope, he decided. Gaping at a goddess who probably didn't even know you were alive about did it for idiotic.
Just then, the bell rang. Everyone stood up and began packing their things. Sakura, looking angry and particularly murderous, dragged Li-kun off, muttering incoherently about "thickheaded guys" and "dense people". Tomoyo heard footsteps approaching her. Not again, she groaned inwardly. It feeds my ego, but I hate rejecting guys!
Today it was Jacques, the exchange student from France. She had been his tour guide when he'd just came to Tomoeda. "Miss Tomoyo..." he faltered a little. "Would you do me the honour of accompanying me on a date this Saturday night?" he inquired politely. He had a hopeful look on his face. Not to be mean, but Tomoyo decided that he reminded her of one of her mother's friend's pomeranians. He had that eager, yapping kind of look.
He was a nice, bright boy, but she only saw him as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Tomoyo decided that he deserved to be let down truthfully. She gave him a warm -but not encouraging- smile. "I'm sorry, Jacques, but to be honest I'm not interested in you that way. Could we remain as friends?"
Jacques' smile faded, but he gave Tomoyo a small nod before rushing out of the room.
Tomoyo heard a soft chuckle behind her, followed by a rich and deep, yet somewhat teasing voice. "Getting tired of making up excuses?"
Tomoyo looked up into a pair of heartbreakingly beautiful blue eyes and the smiling face of Eriol aka the reason she was still dateless. Tomoyo grinned. "I was running out of choir practices and Student Council meetings and figure-skating lessons, and I didn't think he'd believe me if I said I had chores to perform that night."
Eriol's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "True." He waited patiently as his object of admiration slid her history textbook into her suede book bag and zipped it up. "But you could've told him that you have another date that night." They walked out of school together, completely oblivious to the suggestive gazes that were cast their way.
Tomoyo looked at him in amusement. "Oh? I have a date that night? And with whom, shall I ask?"
Eriol held up two tickets. "I've got 2 complimentary tickets to the Mid-Autumn Festival this Saturday night. Would you like to come?" Eriol paused. "As friends, of course. " he added as an afterthought. Of course, Tomoyo would never agree if she thought that it was a date.
Tomoyo pounced on him. "I'd LOVE to! I absolutely ADORE festivals!" she gushed. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! Oh, I love you so much!" her voice bubbled with excitement.
Eriol was caught completely off-guard. He blushed to the tips of his hair, an uncommon occurrence. Of course, she's only saying that because she I got her tickets to the festival. She doesn't really love me. At least, not in that way. Eriol tried not to get his hopes up. He smiled humbly. "Really, it's nothing."
Tomoyo beamed up at him. "How can you say that!?!"
Eriol smiled fondly down at her. "I'm glad you like festivals."
Tomoyo gave him a brief hug. "I really appreciate this, you know. You could've taken anyone else, but you asked me."
Eriol's insides shrunk at the close contact. Tomoyo... if only you knew that I would do anything for you...
The entire class groaned in unison, everyone except Hiiragizawa Eriol. He wasn't paying attention at all. He was too busy staring at the side profile of Daidouji Tomoyo to notice anything. Her thick, dark lashes. The gentle, aquiline curve of her aristocratic nose. The slight cock of her head when she was diligently copying down what the sensei had said, printing in small, neat and precise handwriting.
Suddenly Tomoyo looked up from her book, and cast him a surreptitious glance. Seeing Eriol stare back at her with a half-shocked, half-bemused expression, Tomoyo quickly turned back, flustered, and hastily pretended to scribble down a few lines. Her skin was tinged red all the way from her neck up to her ears. Oh gosh, I can't believe he caught me looking at him!
Eriol wanted to die of embarrassment. The girl he liked just caught him staring at her. Staring admiringly at her. Gaping at her. His mouth wide open. Like a goldfish or something. Could he have been anymore idiotic? Nope, he decided. Gaping at a goddess who probably didn't even know you were alive about did it for idiotic.
Just then, the bell rang. Everyone stood up and began packing their things. Sakura, looking angry and particularly murderous, dragged Li-kun off, muttering incoherently about "thickheaded guys" and "dense people". Tomoyo heard footsteps approaching her. Not again, she groaned inwardly. It feeds my ego, but I hate rejecting guys!
Today it was Jacques, the exchange student from France. She had been his tour guide when he'd just came to Tomoeda. "Miss Tomoyo..." he faltered a little. "Would you do me the honour of accompanying me on a date this Saturday night?" he inquired politely. He had a hopeful look on his face. Not to be mean, but Tomoyo decided that he reminded her of one of her mother's friend's pomeranians. He had that eager, yapping kind of look.
He was a nice, bright boy, but she only saw him as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Tomoyo decided that he deserved to be let down truthfully. She gave him a warm -but not encouraging- smile. "I'm sorry, Jacques, but to be honest I'm not interested in you that way. Could we remain as friends?"
Jacques' smile faded, but he gave Tomoyo a small nod before rushing out of the room.
Tomoyo heard a soft chuckle behind her, followed by a rich and deep, yet somewhat teasing voice. "Getting tired of making up excuses?"
Tomoyo looked up into a pair of heartbreakingly beautiful blue eyes and the smiling face of Eriol aka the reason she was still dateless. Tomoyo grinned. "I was running out of choir practices and Student Council meetings and figure-skating lessons, and I didn't think he'd believe me if I said I had chores to perform that night."
Eriol's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "True." He waited patiently as his object of admiration slid her history textbook into her suede book bag and zipped it up. "But you could've told him that you have another date that night." They walked out of school together, completely oblivious to the suggestive gazes that were cast their way.
Tomoyo looked at him in amusement. "Oh? I have a date that night? And with whom, shall I ask?"
Eriol held up two tickets. "I've got 2 complimentary tickets to the Mid-Autumn Festival this Saturday night. Would you like to come?" Eriol paused. "As friends, of course. " he added as an afterthought. Of course, Tomoyo would never agree if she thought that it was a date.
Tomoyo pounced on him. "I'd LOVE to! I absolutely ADORE festivals!" she gushed. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! Oh, I love you so much!" her voice bubbled with excitement.
Eriol was caught completely off-guard. He blushed to the tips of his hair, an uncommon occurrence. Of course, she's only saying that because she I got her tickets to the festival. She doesn't really love me. At least, not in that way. Eriol tried not to get his hopes up. He smiled humbly. "Really, it's nothing."
Tomoyo beamed up at him. "How can you say that!?!"
Eriol smiled fondly down at her. "I'm glad you like festivals."
Tomoyo gave him a brief hug. "I really appreciate this, you know. You could've taken anyone else, but you asked me."
Eriol's insides shrunk at the close contact. Tomoyo... if only you knew that I would do anything for you...