'He's a freshmen'
Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa chronicles or card captor sakura (which it originated from), any of the character or have rights to any such stuff...
Summary: My fist one-shot. Just trying something new. It's kinda personal. R&R plz.
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The grade tens groaned, "I hate this book!"
The grade eleven helper grinned, she'd read the book the year before. She looked around the room to examine the students: two grade elevens in a class of thrity-two. The language classroom was very familiar, it'd been her's the year before, bringing back memories of her own grade ten applied language class.
She examined the actual students of the class: the guys were pretty tall, the girls not so much. Then the back of a head of brown hair caught her eye. She walked slowly toward the back of the room and leaned against the wall. The boy that the head of hair belonged to turned to look at her, he smiled and gave a little wave. Smiled back at him and waved.
"Don't you just hate this book," a girl next to the boy said to him. He didn't answer so she tapped his shoulder gently, letting her hand linger slightly.
The grade eleven frowned lightly at the girl, but looked away. "Don't you just hate it?" She repeated again.
The boy nodded, "of course, it's the lamest book ever." The girl smiled and introduced herself as 'Sai'. A mental picture of pushing the girl into the water flashed through her mind and she smirked.
"Don't laugh at us Kura-chan," the boy said, breaking her mental picture. She smirked again then brought herself back to reality.
"Oh suck it up," Sakura said quietly, jokingly, "I had to read it last year Syao-kun."
Syaoran stuck his tounge out at her.
"Syaoran!" Mrs. Seame snapped.
Syaoran dropped his head and mumbled with a pout, "sorry Sakura-senpai."
"Ha," Sakura whispered.
Sakura began to walk slowly away fom him, allowing her gaze to linger longer than it should have. She smiled lightly as her mind drifted.
FLASHBACK
She sat on the a chair in her media arts classroom, he slipped n the door discretely. It was lunch hour and she was working on her claymation. He slipped a chair so it had its back to her desk. He sat down backwards on it and leaned against the back.
"Hey Syaoran-kun," she said quietly with a nod. Her mind raced around her head.
"Hey," he replied and settled to watching her design her set. A few minutes later he slid up on his chair and his foot bumped against hers. Neither moved their foot away.
Her heart fluttered. She looked up after a few minutes to see him looking at her as if he wanted to say something. She smiled lightly, her cheeks turning a faint pink, and she set back to work. He reached over and picked up a peice of black plasticine by her hand. His fingers brushed her's, she shivered. She looked up to see him staring at the plasticine as if contemplating something. He looked up and his brown eyes met her blue ones in a fiery gaze. She kept his gaze and her hand acted on its own. Her hand slipped under his and closed around the plasticine, her fingers resting against his. Her heart raced and his cheeks turned pink lightly.
The door handled rattled on the other side as someone tried to open the door. She quickly dropped her hand and looked away. 'He's a freshmen."
THE END