A/N: Ok my friend and myself were up at like 4:00 in the morning and we were getting some
REALLY good ideas and so… here we are, your reading this story and we almost pissed ourselves laughing while writing it. XD this story was co-written with an-angels-cure

YAY MY FIRST STORY ON MY THINGYMAJIG

Summary: When first meeting Sakura, you may be pleased to note that the 16 year old is sweet, kind, easy going and a joy to be around. Five minutes later, sitting in the passenger seat of a stolen vehicle, doing 180 in a 40 you realize, you where wrong. Cue Li, your average, over achiever who wishes nothing more than to get into Tokyo U. The two clash, heads will roll and hearts will break.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN CARDCAPTOR SAKURA /cries at that fact/ or any of its characters /cries again/

Chapter 1

With a slice of bread in one hand and a cup of water in the other, Sakura stood behind the bars of her cell and drained the cup. Slowly chewing her bread she ran the cup back and forth against the bars creating a loud racket. Her cell mates glanced at the sixteen year old with a look of disgust. This would be the third time that month she was in that cell, and the people who were in it with her were the regulars.

"I want my phone call."

"You know Kinomoto, this is what, your fifth time in the slammers, you know the rules." The officer that sat at the desk popped another donut into his mouth.

"Well as you know Officer Donut eating Pig, that I have my rights and I want my fucking phone call."

"Your language is quite unacceptable Sakura." Fujitaka, let by another of the male officers that were better known as pigs, said. Glancing at his daughters' dirty clothes and face, he sighed again and went to the bars of the cell. "I'm really disappointed in you this time Sakura Kinomoto. How could you do this to us?"

She ducked her head and let her hands fall from the bars. Sakura wanted nothing more than to tell her father exactly how she felt, but she didn't know herself so she glared angrily at her father and the police, waiting silently for them to open the door and let her out. She heard her father sigh and looked up sharply when he began to walk away.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going home." Fujitaka said, stopping at the exit.

"But why aren't I outta here yet? Come on you lazy pigs, let me out." She grabbed the bars and tried to shake them. "HELLO??"

"I'm sorry Sakura…"

"Dad…"

He turned away from her, facing the door. "Maybe a night in jail is what you need. I cant seem to get anything through and make a point." With that he left the room and went home.

Sakura stared at the door, ignoring the snickers coming from behind her. She could not believe her father would leave her alone in jail, over night. Did he not realize that she had school in the morning? Was he stupid or something? When she got home she was going to egg her own house.

"That stupid annoying conniving little asshole is going to get it when I get home…how dare he…how dare that…" Her ramblings went along with her pacing. Back and forth beside the bars. Every now and then she would stop to slam her fist against the wall or kick the bars. By twelve o'clock she was still pacing and muttering. Several of the others had left, there parents or lovers coming to bail them out. She really was going to rip her fathers head off. She was just about to go into another fit when the keys jingled. By that point she had stopped responding, hoping that her dad had come to his senses, but something this time caught her attention.

The boy that was thrown into the cell was about the same age as she was. His rumpled brown hair fell over his face, covering up his bright amber eyes, glassy and red. He reeked of alcohol and his clothes smelled of smoke. The guy had probably been in a bar, with a fake ID. Poor bugger, how's he gonna explain that one. He sat down heavily on the bench leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. He looked kind of peaceful sitting there all alone. She walked closer, her eyes never leaving the brown haired boy. She was intrigued by him.

Upon closer inspection he was actual quite cute, his brown hair when not covered in dust was probably a soft dark color. His skin had a healthy tan and even though he smelled bad she was pretty sure with a shower and a strong cup of coffee he would be pretty cute, even handsome.

"You know, if you take a picture it'll last longer."

She shrieked and jumped back; tripping over nothing she fell and landed on her but.

"You could probably get a guy with better underwear. I don't think ducks and flowers are gonna attract the masses." Sakura turned crimson. She pulled her skirt down and skid back to the other end of the cell. She couldn't believe he had seen her underwear. If she wasn't so thoroughly shocked she would have punched him the face.

"You…I should…I can't believe you would…UGGHhh!!!!" She stayed seated, trying to ignore the obnoxious guy sitting across from her. It was a couple minutes before she realized she was sitting on the dirty floor and many people over the years had been sitting peeing and doing god knows what on it. She stood up as fast as she could. Sakura glanced up to see the boy laughing at her. He was laughing at her! She puffed up. He knew exactly why she had gotten up so quickly. Well he wasn't going to be laughing for long.

Standing in front of him, hands on her hips she looked at the boy and began calculating the best way to push him off the bench. He was leaning to the right a little, favoring that side, narrowing her eyes she swooped in like a hawk going for a rabbit and pushed. She smiled victoriously as he toppled over, but the smile quickly left her face when she felt the hand on her arm and began to fall too.

Legs and arms became tangled and they rolled over and over. Sakura landed on the cold ground, breathing heavily, the weight atop her was also breathing heavily. They lay there trying to catch there breaths. She was just about to push him off when the lights went off and they heard a officer say lights out. She remained where she was, frozen in place. He moved first, lifting himself onto his hands, she could feel him looking at her, even though they could barely see. He leaned in closer, until his breath brushed her cheeks.

"This…is so wrong." Resting his weight on one hand he brought the other up and touched her face gently, keeping her from turning away. Sakura's breath came fast and hard. She knew what he was going to do, she could always stop this, but she wanted it. He leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, butterfly kisses along her jaw, then settling on her mouth. He deepened the kiss when he felt her respond.

With both hands resting on his chest she gave a little push, trying to tell herself that she didn't want what he was doing to her, that she didn't like it. But she wanted more. Sakura rubbed her hands along his chest, up his shoulders to wrap around his neck. She pulled him closer and deepened the kiss more, forcing his mouth open she pushed forward, exploring the cavern of his mouth, and although the taste of alcohol was strong there was also sweetness to the kiss that left her gasping.

He smiled against her lips and breathed a laugh at her eagerness. He slid his hand along her face, feeling his way down the softness of her neck and along her rib cage. He caught the ends of her shirt and slid his hand underneath. She shivered when his cool fingers touched her heated skin. With skilled hands he removed her bra and smiled when she gasped. He pushed it out of the way and almost shyly touched her. She arched her back and pushed herself into his hands.

She didn't exactly know what was going on. Her body was doing everything on its own, like she had no control over herself. The feeling and emotions that the boys hands were invoking on her were sending shivers to her toes, when he started moving on top of her she didn't know what to do. She was enjoying it but it was all new to her.

His breath came faster as he picked up the tempo of his hips. Moving faster and harder, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge and everything disappeared. There was only himself and this girl, the feel of her soft body beneath his and her hands rubbing against his chest under his shirt. Wait, when had they gone under his shirt? She rubbed them up and down over his body; she kissed him deep and nipped his lower lip. Then he couldn't take it anymore, groaning he lost control.

She didn't know what just happened. One minute he was pressing himself against her, rubbing harder and faster. She pushed her hands under his shirt like he had done to her and just copied his moves. Then she had kissed him, but when she had bit his lower lip that was something totally unlike her. She couldn't even believe she had done it. He moaned loudly and then froze, pushing against her hard. Sakura could feel the blush against her cheeks like a fever. He lay on top of her, unmoving, trying to catch his breath.

"Uh…are you okay?" She whispered quietly.

"Mmm…" The sound that rumbled through his chest was the only response she got.

They both lay there unmoving, and Sakura realized that he had fallen asleep. She frowned, a little embarrassed, then angry. How dare he leave her wanting more? She was gonna kill him. But first she was going to make him suffer. She was going to make his life a living hell. First she needed to get out of jail, then she needed a shower and try and explain her way out of expulsion.

But more important than anything else on my to do list, she thought to herself as she climbed out from underneath the guy, I need to get this assholes name.