Walking On A Thin Line

By melaniemelmelgirl

Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura IS not mine……gosh, why would you even ask?

Author's note: Thanks to all who reviewed "Shattered Dreams"! Now, I know I said that I was going to write a punk-rock bitch story, and I will…..just not yet. I feel the need to write a story about Syaoran and Eriol as nerds….yes, you always hear stories about Sakura and Tomoyo as nerds…not always Syaoran and Eriol….sooo, I thought I'd write one….here goes nothing……enjoy, and review! I wanna know if this story is worth working on……and just so ya know, this is my fourth CCS fanfiction…..

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Chapter One-The Flour Incident

Syaoran Li sighed as he tried his best to scrape the flour out of his hair.

The popular crowd had struck again.

It's not that he really minded the torment, it's just, well, this was just getting to be a little too much.

I mean, you'd think that after having his hair dyed pink, getting a black eye or ten, having all his school books put on the roof of the school, having his jacket cut to smithereens, his nerdy glasses broken twice, and multiple swirlees would be enough for one poor boy, but all of that happened in the period of a WEEK.

'Jeez, cut me some slack already! JUST because I now have pink hair (thanks to the idiots who knocked me out), AND don't have a lot of money for clothing other than itchy sweaters my grandma knits for me, OR the fact that I tuck my sweaters in, AND the fact that I need glasses AND am the smartest kid in school doesn't mean that I'm a bad person! Really, if they'd just give me a chance, I'm sure that they'd think I'm rather swell! Honestly! Oh god, I'm TALKING to myself now! IN MY HEAD! Geez, no wonder everyone hates me……I have to find friends in my head because I have none!'

'Well, that's not entirely true….I do have one friend, Eriol Hiragizawa, who is also a geek, but wow, you should see what the popular people do to him! First off, they knocked us out together, and dyed our hair with Manic Panic dye….me, pink, Eriol, blue. But they also do other things, like scribble profanities all over his locker, cut his hair when he wasn't looking, hocked lugies at him, and pushed him down the stairs.'

Not fun, let me tell you.

Anyhow, today's harassment was known as "The Flour Incident".

Very creative name, if I do say so myself!

Awe, who am I kidding…….I now have white hair…..not pink, on the plus side…..but it makes me sneeze…..(-achoo!-)

So, here I am, at 7:55 a.m, trying desperately hard to comb flour out of my hair before the 8 o'clock first hour late bell.

And no, I'm not making any progress.

"AGGGH OMG DO YOU KNOW HOW FREAKING HARD IT IS TO GET THIS FUCKING FLOUR OUT OF MY HAIR WHICH IS NOW PASTE GAAAAH!" he yelled with a very manic-like face to an innocent bystander washing his hands in the bathroom.

The poor freshman looked at him, eeped, and ran off.

Syaoran, realizing that he had said that out loud, blushed heavily, and all the people that were in the stalls that came out looked at him weird.

'Great! Even more reasons for them to hate me now' he thought, shaking his head sadly.

Then, all of a sudden, the bell for first hour rang………

"CRAP! GAH I'M LATE AGAIN! AND I HAVE GLUE IN MY HAIR!" he yelled, running out of the bathroom.

He ran down the hall to his class, opened the door to it, and….

Promptly tripped and fell in the room.

"OOOF!" he said, as he fell.

The room filled with 20 high school juniors laughed at him as he turned beet red.

"Well, I see we like to make grand entrances, Li Syaoran!" the teacher barked sarcastically.

"And late, too! That'll be another week of detention, stacked up to the 7 weeks you already have," she said.

Yes, the teacher was a woman, an old, rickety sort, who was rather crabby and temperamental old fart named Ms. Neko Yuff (character named after my good fanfiction friend, Neko-Yuff 16!)

Syaoran blushed heavily as he saw his all-time massive crush, Sakura Kinomoto, giggle and point at him, and whispered something into her best friend Tomoyo Daidouji's ear…damn that girl was fine….but she'd never go for him…. I mean, she was pretty, popular, and head of the varsity cheerleading team.

She was seventeen, gorgeous, with long, honey brown hair that went down to her elbows and shined ever-so-softly, and had the most beautiful eyes he had ever laid eyes upon (a/n: no pun intended!)….such a magnificent, deep emerald colour, that only a vixen-like goddess could uphold…

Her skin was perfectly tanned, thanks to all those cheerleading games, and she was perfectly toned…..the perfect shape, really, and oh-so-athletic….she also belonged to the track team and was head of the gymnastics team….she was tall, five foot nine, a full inch taller than he was, and she was so thin-not anorexic, just athletically thin.

Yes, he had a bit of an obsession over Sakura. But it was okay. So did just about every other guy in the school.

Her best friend, Tomoyo Daidouji, was also quite popular. She was a magnificent singer, with an angelic voice, and was in charge of choreography for the show choir, not to mention she was a part of it. Besides that, she was the assistant head cheerleader of the varsity squad, a member of the student council, class valedictorian, and had a 4.0 GPA, like Sakura did.

Tomoyo's hair went past her butt, and was purple…she obviously died it regularly….it wasn't a crazy purple, just a deep purple, and it fit her well….

As Syaoran went to sit down, peers sniggered at him, and threw comments his way, like, "Nice hair!', or, "I love the sticky look!" , or even, "What cheap ass brand of hair gel did YOU use?"

It was enough to make any full grown man cry.

But, he didn't.

Geek was one thing, pansy boy was a whole different dimension, and boy, being geek full time was hard enough as it was. He didn't need the added attention.

Both Sakura and Tomoyo were from wealthy, rich families, and could afford to buy all the designer clothing and items they could ever dream for.

Sakura drove a yellow Hummer, while Tomoyo had a sleek Porsche.

All Syaoran had was a beat-up bike, and it hardly had any paint on it…..the popular crowd like to 'decorate' it…..especially when he wasn't looking.

The reason why Syaoran never told any authority about the tourment he went through was because he was unpopular enough as it was, and narkhood was not looked upon at Tomoeda High.

He sat down in his desk, when all of a sudden, he let out a high-pitched scream.

Someone had sat a thumbtack on his chair.

Snickering was heard all around the room as Ms. Neko Yuff asked stiffly, "Is there a problem? Or can I continue to teach you English adjectives?" she asked, looking down at him disdainfully.

"Nnn…no ma'am, no problem….." he said, looking down at his desk after turning scarlet.

"Alright then, now class, who can tell me what "Wakarimasen" would translate to in English….."

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Well what did you think? It's a bit short, but I thought that it would be an appropriate intro…no cliffy yet, but beware-I loooove cliffhangers! And, in case anyone was wondering, "Wakarimasen" means "I don't know" in Japanese…..one of the few phrases/expressions I know, seeing as they don't offer Japanese at my school….I'm in german, es ist gut, nein? Okay, well, I gotta run! Expect a new chapter up later this week…..later! Luve, melaniemelmelgirl