Loveless

Prologue: Graduation and Prom

High School graduation was the most memorable and utterly tearful experience in any student's life. It signifies the end of having to sit next to annoying people that throw gum at your hair. And the end of loud mouth cheerleaders that have nothing better to do but spread rumours. And also the disconnection from friends due to different life goals. But most importantly, it signifies the start of adulthood.

The second most memorable event besides Graduation would of course be the Prom. In that night everyone looks amazing. Even the cheerleaders complimented people they considered to be low on the social scale.

I spent the early part of the night hiding behind Greek resembling pillars and navy satin curtains. Why? Due to the annoying but somewhat pleasing fact that around 90% of the male population in my grade considers me to be his "sister". For that reason that 90% of boys been chasing me down for a dance.

Suddenly, the curtain from which I was hiding behind was pulled open. I came face to face with my evil-eye-glinting-best friend, Tomoyo.

'Tomoyo what are you – '

'Hey, everyone I found Sakura!' Oh no. . .

From all sides of me were boys that were pushing and pulling. Tugging at each other's hair and punching each other to get my first dance.

'SAKURA'

'SAKURA!!!! Me, Me, ME, ME!!!!'

'No ME you blundering idiot'

'She knew me since grade 7'

'She knew me since middle school'

'So? She knew me since elementary'

In the end I ended dancing with them in most the fast songs because the slow songs were reserved for their girlfriends. Girlfriends. . . Oh how I envy them. Being loved and treasured. Oh how desperately, I want to be cherished by someone. . . The number of boyfriends I've had up til now was three. The relationship never last more than 2 weeks. I don't understand the reason for the sudden break ups. They all started great than one day my first boyfriend Jake came to me with both his eyes black and swollen saying, 'Sorry Sakura, it's too dangerous to be with you'. My last two said the same or some variation thereof.

'So this is where you've been hiding' a familiar voice spoke into me ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. I spun around and bumped into the railing of the balcony. Syaoran grinned and stepped closer, putting his arms on both sides of me. He leant even further forward. I could feel his breath on my lips. I gulped.

'He hey Syaoran'

'I'm not making you nervous am I?' He smirked at me, his amber eyes twinkling.

'Of of course not. Why would you think that?'

'Well . . . for starters you're leaning over the balcony as though your life depends on it. And you have also been avoiding me.' His voice took a tone that I couldn't recognise on him. Pain maybe jealousy?

'I haven't been avoiding you. I was just caught up with dancing with others' I couldn't look into his eyes. They were so intense that I was afraid that I would tell him how I feel.

He sighed then his voice took a tone of evilness that could only resemble that of Tomoyo's, 'Fine. If you want it that way, I just have to torture you into dancing with me' I didn't like the look of his eyes as he said that. It seems to me that he would be enjoying my torture. Whatever it is, I'm not brave enough to keep my eyes open.

So I clamped my eyelids closed. I could feel his hand holding the back of my head then his breath on my neck. Then there was something warm but moist on my neck. It kept on repeating again and again on different places of my neck.

'Hmmm' whatever it was it felt nice.

'I only started the torture and you already giving in' I could hear him chuckle. Whatever he was doing to my neck stopped. But I could feel his breath on my neck again.

I opened my eyes and was surprised that his lips were so close to my neck. He was kissing my neck? I blushed at the thought but quickly regained my composure. Two can play it that game.

'Who says I'm ready to forfeit? That little stunt of yours isn't enough to enchant me –'

When Syaoran's lips crushed mine, I thought he would be rough but I was wrong. He was every bit of the word 'gentle'. His lips were like chocolate or ice cream. It was so addicting that my hands tangled in his hair for more. His hands twisted around my waist as he lifted me onto the railing so that I was sitting. My legs curled around his waist as I clung onto him for more. His tongue probed my lips for entrance and I willingly let him in.

All too soon he pulled away from me. He smirked when I still clung onto him, 'You know. . . I wouldn't mind if we just stayed here but the Prom would not be the Prom without dancing to a slow song.'

I growled when he combed his now bird-nest hair with his fingers and straightened his tie and followed his example. My hair was all ruffled and my lips were swollen. He held out his hand to support me to the marble floor and laughed, 'I never knew flowers would transform into lions when they taste chocolate'. I blushed at my reaction to his kiss. Syaoran lifted my chin and smiled, 'Come on, the dance floor is waiting for us,'

Together, Syaoran and I danced until 3 the next morning. By then most people had left, including my ride. The only ones that remained were lying across the dance floor drunk or vomiting into flower pots or toilets. As we walked down the grand staircase into the driveway, the staircase was crowded with couples that were making out or drunken students sprawled on their backs because they were obviously too drunk to drive.

'Syaoran, you didn't drink any alcohol did you?'

'No, I'm not stupid enough to kill myself from an overdose or get road killed'

The drive home was silent. I welcomed it as my eyelids slowly became too heavy to stay open. In the distance I could hear faint music and a voice humming tunelessly. In my state of unconsciousness, I registered that the sound of the purring engine had stopped. Then I could taste chocolate. I could hear a faint chuckle as my hands searched the air but found nothing.

'Let's not have a repeat of what happened last time.' I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice.

'Fine. Goodbye Li Syaoran. I hope you lead a prosperous life.'

I unbuckled my belt and stomped to my front door. Just as my fingers were to brush the door knob I was jerked into a tight embrace. We stood like that for a while before Syaoran spoke, 'Sakura, it's not that I don't want to. . . I just don't know if I could control myself. You . . . don't understand how irresistible you are.' He gave me a peck on the forehead before he took his cell phone out, 'Let's stay in touch and if you're not too busy . . . maybe dinner'

However, we did not stay in touch long after the dinner which happened around a month later. Syaoran soon became busy with preparations as heir to Li Corporations and three months later studied abroad in America. I too became busy as I studied abroad in Germany; in hopes to one day create my own chocolate company. But I cannot say I didn't see him at all. After 4 years, I started seeing his face on newspapers and soon after on television. I'm sure he saw my face too because after I studied in Germany which only took 3 years, I began my chocolate company from scratch and soon from having a small shop it grew into an international chocolate company.