A/N: Chapter 1! :D Ok, so I originally wrote this story with a COMPLETELY different story line, but I kinda like this new plot better… O.o its more sarcastic :3
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does.
Summary: High School: Raging hormones, preppy sluts, asshole jocks, and, of course, falling in love. Sakura Kinomoto was always the outsider. The 'nobody.' But maybe the new foreign exchange student at Tomoeda High can change that.
Category: Card Captor Sakura
Genre/s: Romance/Humor
Chapter Rating: T/M (PG-13) for alcohol, language, sexual innuendos, and drugs.
Pairings: S x S, E x T, M x R
A Chain of Hearts
Words screaming in my head
Why did you leave
And I can't stop dreaming
Watching you and him
-Learning to Fall, Boys Like Girls
Prologue/Chapter 1: Same Old Morning Routines
God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December.
-J.M. Barrie
Prologue:
I never expected to fall in love, but then again I don't think anyone did.
I stared out the window of the airport watching his plane leave. I was supposed to say goodbye but I chickened out at the last minute; after all, he thought I never liked him to begin with and it was all his damn cousin's and parents' fault. His plane finally left my vision, its tail disappearing into the fluffy white clouds. I sighed.
My grip loosened on the flower in my hand, a rose to be exact. I had wanted to give it as some sort of message or peace offering but, honestly, would me giving Syaoran a flower really help my situation? Exactly. The petals on the rose were still perfectly smooth and unwrinkled, all in their rightful place despite the amount of times I had started playing with them while trying to work up the courage to say goodbye. Its stem was perfectly straight, no unwanted cracks, line, or dents anywhere. It was a perfect rose for the perfect guy and yet I deserved neither.
For the first time I was aware of a dull ache in my palm and looked down. My grip had been so tight on the rose that the thorns on the stem penetrated my palm. Blood had trickled down my hand to my arm slowly but by now it was completely dry. I stared for a moment before an ironic smile worked its way to my face. Grasp the rose too lightly, it might fall out of your clutch. Hold it too tightly, the thorns jab into you. Suddenly I felt like my relationship with Syaoran was never going to work out from the beginning. Fate had played its cards and we played ours. I bet high and lost. Now I had nothing.
I sighed and turned away from the window, leaving the airport, but not before throwing the rose in the garbage.
Chapter 1:
I honestly didn't mean to wake up every day, my body just happened to run on a different clock than everyones. I was late—again—and had to be in school in nine minutes before I was marked late. So obviously I was running around my room like a tornado, trying to brush my hair and teeth, pull on my uniform, grab my bag, and slip on my shoes as fast as humanly possible.
I ran down the stairs two at a time, wondering how on earth I managed to make it downstairs without tripping and breaking my neck or forgetting something important like my underwear. I slipped out the door and locked it, tucking the key into my pocket before racing down the pathway that led away from my now empty house.
Running down the sidewalk and through the streets, I smiled and gave a cheerful 'good morning' to all the people I knew…which just so happened to be basically everyone in town. Tomoeda was a small town located far outside the city of Tokyo, Japan that got almost no tourists, no publicity, and god forbid should they ever get a new student at the only public elementary and high school within a thirty-mile radius. Like I said, far outside the city of Tokyo; aka: the middle of nowhere.
So when I walked into the school building—which, although belonged to a very small town, was quite huge and expensive looking)—and down the empty halls towards my locker I wasn't expecting to see anyone there. Obviously you can just imagine my surprise when I turned the corner only to see the most breathtakingly beautiful boy blocking my locker. He seemed to notice me because his head turned towards me and for a second I swear I could hear his hair actually swishing in the air.
With his head turned to me I could finally see his eyes, an odd amber color with flecks of gold in them, that seemed to match his unruly chocolate brown hair perfectly. His body was slightly tanned and his body can really only be described as perfect; no acne, hard-rock muscles, and pearly-whites.
Because his handsomeness had managed to overcome me there were really only three words running through my head. No they aren't 'I love you' or 'Marry me please' or 'Who are you.'
No, I was more thinking along the lines of 'What the fuck?' Like I said, you just don't see new students that often in Tomoeda. And no matter how mouthwatering and panty-wetting this guy seemed to be, that didn't change the fact that we haven't gotten a new student in I can't even remember how long. Suddenly I realized his face had frozen before a mask of confusion and disbelief covered his face.
"Excuse me?" the boy asked incredulously in a musical voice that currently left me speechless and thoroughly paralyzed.
When the boy realized I wasn't going to answer he muttered a 'whatever,' slammed the locker door next to mine shut, books in hand, and made his way down the hall to class.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that my face turned beet-red realizing what I must have done. I groaned loudly at the thought that now he problably thinks I'm some mentally disturbed chick who needs help. After all, how many people can say their first words to somebody are 'What the fuck?'
A/N: Yupp, I completely changed the story line :D So you gotta review and tell me if you liked it or not! Btw, sorry if some of it seemed cracked up. O.O too much hot chocolate today :D
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