Sakura Kinomoto pushed herself through the crowded school hallway. The brassy-haired girl felt that her legs were about to give out as she ascended the stairs. One last class, she thought assuredly to herself. Then, she would go home and simply collapse on the couch. That is what she would do.

As the moments went by, Sakura's thoughts wandered throughout her day. It was the first day of school, but everyone seemed calm and collected, even the incoming freshmen. Everyone, that is, except for Sakura. She turned down into another crowded hallway and sheepishly gazed at the crumpled schedule in her hand. Room 2213. She saw it and went willingly towards it. This will be an easy class, she thought again. Popular Literature and Film was really the only elective that appealed to her. How hard would it be to watch a few movies and read a book or two?

The moment Sakura walked through the door, she felt her mouth drop. She saw him. There, sitting on a desk in the middle of the room was Syaoran Li, the bad boy on campus. He sat in his baggy jeans, his worn sneakers, and black band shirt. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, and gave a quirky smile to a pretty blond in a miniskirt. Sakura could feel a sudden blush as she quickly but silently found a seat in the back.

Syaoran hadn't noticed the auburn-haired girl walk in. His attentions were turned fully on Sierra, the beautiful blond that was looking at him with her big ice-blue eyes, smiling playfully.

"How was your summer?" she asked nicely, fiddling with her necklace.

"Oh, this and that. Parties, joy rides, stuff like that. Yours?" He asked, smiling back.

As Sakura watched intently from the back, she suddenly wished she was that girl, that girl that could get any guy she wanted, even Syaoran Li, the guy all the guys wanted to be and the guy all the girls wanted to get with. He was bad, very bad, but that was what made him incredibly sexy.

More and more students began to file in, many Sakura knew, others she had never seen before.

"Sakura!" voices squealed. She looked to see three of friends, Ayuri, Leanna, and Meg.

"Hey! I didn't know you guys had this class!" She exclaimed, suddenly relieved she would have someone to keep her thoughts off of him. The bell rang and everyone took their seats, sitting with friends. Sakura glanced over to see him, sitting in the middle, surrounded by a few of his friends. The bad kids, she mused in awe, taking notice of their lip rings and tattoos. Sakura knew she would never be able to go through with any of that. She was too much of a good girl.

"Good afternoon!" The teacher exclaimed, appearing out of nowhere. She had short red hair and glasses. Her leather boots went up to her knee and was met by a navy blue skirt.

"I am Ms. Wilson, welcome to Pop Lit and Film!" She said triumphantly, scrolling her name on the chalkboard. "Okay, first thing's first," she began, spinning around. "I need to put you in your assigned seats."

"Oh no!" the class groaned in unison. Sakura gave a little chuckle at that. Everyone gathered their things and stood at the front of the room.

"Ayuri Hanasan?" Ms. Wilson called, peered over her wire-framed glasses.

"Well, see ya Sakura." Ayuri grunted, smoothing down her wild brown hair. She was instructed to sit in the front row, closest to the door.

"Matt Robuto?" She called again. Sakura watched Ayuri's mouth drop with terror as a tall, brown haired boy took a seat behind her.

"Hello Ayuri, how's it going?" Matt snickered. Sakura couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Halfway through, Syaoran's name was called. Sakura felt a body push against hers and blushed. She watched as he moved past her, his smell surrounding her. He took a seat near the back, in front of boy Sakura didn't know.

"Sakura Kinomoto?" Sakura felt her heart nearly stop. "Right in front of Mr. Li please." Ms. Wilson said, having no idea what this was doing to Sakura. Sakura felt her legs move forward, her face growing hotter by the minute. As she approached the desk, Syaoran's intense amber eyes suddenly caught hers. She thought he smirked, but she couldn't tell. She sat painfully, never believing she would ever be that close to him. Oh the joys of assigned seats…