Disclaimer: I own this chair I'm sitting on and also a bag of chips. I'm still working on CCS.

Author's Note: Hi guys! Sorry for not updating sooner, but the last weeks of school before winter break are full of tests and I haven't had time to write. At least now that it's break I have more time to write. Anyway, I just wanted to say that I've decided to keep this story going as long as I feel it's going somewhere, okay? Also, sorry for the typos in the last chapter. I didn't have time to check it over since I was in a hurry to create the story. Good, one last thing:

Thank you so much, reviewers! The time you put into your reviews is deeply appreciated. You've made me happy! Don't forget to review at the end of this chapter!

Chapter 2 – Is she Jealous?

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"Shut up…" Sakura ordered groggily, slamming the feathery pillow over her head. "Sleep time…"

The alarm clock continued to scream at her, demanding her to get her lazy ass out of the bed. Giving in to the clock's commands, Sakura turned off the clock and decided to lie around for awhile as she tried to rid herself of the loud noise that was still ringing in her head. She didn't want to get out of bed or, even worse, go to work, but she was confused at why. Usually working wasn't so bad since all she had to do was design clothes, in which she was strangely good at.

Sakura groaned in pain. She felt miserable although she was physically fine. Why did she feel like this? She rolled over in her bed and saw a paper lying beside the alarm clock.

Syaoran… Right, now she remembered. Sakura was stupid enough to promise Meilin something she felt she really couldn't do herself.

I can't believe I did that… I'm such a stupid, crappy friend…

Sighing heavily before sliding out of bed, Sakura dreadfully dragged herself into the bathroom to prepare for what was going to be a very long day at work.

Walking as slowly as she possibly could, Sakura trudged gloomily along the sidewalk. She was attempting to get to work exactly on time so she wouldn't have to spare any time looking at the anger-providing brunette. Unfortunately, her walk was cut short as she saw that her horrid destination was right in front of her. Great, she was early. Tiredly, she decided that it was way too cold to stay outside much longer. Giving the building a quick glance, she sulked quietly and pushed open the door.

Sakura nodded in greeting at the secretary as she slid her identification card through the sign-in slot. She went through the gate and up the stairs to meet the people she really didn't want to see.

"Morning," Sakura mumbled, talking in a tone that was half-angry, and half-sad.

"Sakura!" Meilin called to her as she waved with a piece of bread in her hand.

"Why are you so early today?" she asked exhaustedly while she collapsed into her welcoming chair.

Meilin blushed shyly. "I wanted to come and watch… you know…"

Ah yes, the infamous Syaoran Li. Sakura wondered what was so good about the amber-eyed man. He seemed like the flirty type—no, he was a huge flirt—and a stupid ladies man at that. As crazy as it was, practically every woman at the office had this weird infatuation with the jerk.

"Ah! So the beautiful cherry blossom arrives!" announced an irritating voice as the nearby love-crazy girl slid away, blushing.

"Shut up you fat ass," she rudely threw at Syaoran.

Wait… Syaoran?

Oh no…

"My, my!" Syaoran said with that nearly permanent grin pasted on his face. "Aren't we grumpy this wonderful morning!"

"Yeah, only because when I saw you, my eyes almost caught on fire from your ugliness," Sakura replied bitterly as she pulled out a few papers with clothing designs sketched on them.

"How you hurt me…" Syaoran moaned in sarcasm, now leaning over her shoulder.

"You must be gay!" she accused, suddenly running out of things to comeback with for some reason. This was a desperate one. "Mostly only guys who are gay become designers!"

"Indeed I am gay, although I prefer to use the adjective 'happy' rather than gay, if you don't mind," he smoothly offered, probably enjoying the fact that Sakura was beginning to get angry.

"Alright then, have it your way, but I would please like to ask you if you would kindly go away since your giant ego is starting to kill everyone in this room."

"Aww! The wonderful Sakura wants to save my life! I'm touched!"

"That made no sense! And would you just shut up already?"

Syaoran laughed in triumph. Jeez, did this guy ever give up? Luckily, Syaoran gave her at least a little respect and left her alone. Sakura folded her arms on her desk and placed her chin on them, glaring at anything that was in front of her.

Score: 2-0 Syaoran. I can't believe I'm losing every battle to him!

But Meilin…

UGH! Why did I even say I would help her in the first place?

Sure, I wanna be a good friend, but how am I supposed to do what she wants me to when I'm not even sure how to?

He pisses me off so much too. God!

"Hey Sakura," someone greeted her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Sakura quickly sat up and turned her head. "Oh, hey Tomoyo, Eriol."

Eriol managed a small wave before Tomoyo pulled his head down into a deep kiss. Sakura was acutely aware that her best friend had just slid her tongue in the guy's mouth and cringed with disgust. She watched them make out for about thirty seconds until that irritating voice showed up again.

"Enjoying the show?" Syaoran asked, making Sakura get a bad urge to knee him in the crotch with all her strength. Who'd be laughing then?

She decided not to answer this one.

"Yes? Ah, well then would you like to experiment that procedure with me?"

And Sakura snapped.

SMACK!

"Ow!" Syaoran whimpered in a sarcastically pathetic fashion meaning he hadn't taken much damage. He held the cheek she'd slapped with his left hand. "Sakura! Why would you hurt lil' ol' me?"

"You need to ask, pervert?" Sakura screamed, glaring daggers at her foe.

"Syaoran!" a person, probably Meilin, cried in concern.

The worried navy-haired woman rushed to his side to make sure he was okay, but because Meilin was definitely obsessed with the man, it was clear that he was fine. She pulled his hand from his face and gently massaged his cheek with utmost care. Meilin seemed extremely happy as she shot a look of gratitude at Sakura, leaving her confused.

"Aww, Meilin's so sweet!" Syaoran cooed, pulling the caring woman into a tight hug.

Meilin's face turned so red that she looked like she was covered in scarlet paint. Now that Sakura had released all her stress and rage onto Syaoran's face, she could feel her anger level heightening again, having no clue as to why.

Calming herself, Sakura suggested, "Why don't you two go get a room?"

"Excellent idea! I shall do as the cherry blossom commands!" he howled obtusely, whizzing Meilin off her feet as he carried her in a bridal position into his office and slammed the door loudly.

SLAM!

Meanwhile, Tomoyo and Eriol had advanced into a supply closet and were kissing wildly with sweat glistening on their foreheads. They knocked down papers and pens while erasers were flying everywhere.

SLAM!

Tomoyo took her mouth off Eriol's. "What was that?" she whispered, staring at the closet door.

"Who cares?" he murmured, pulling her back for another make out session.

Sakura let out a small groan as she flung her pencil across her desk in frustration. Her watch gave a little sound, indicating that it was 12:30, finally. She couldn't wait for lunch break as the morning had gone extremely slow. She'd only finished one sketch in three hours when she could usually finish five in the same amount of time. Reluctantly, Sakura stood up and went to go and buy lunch.

Putting down her box of sushi, Sakura broke her chopsticks. She sat down and it felt like she was alone in her own little world. Tomoyo had Eriol, and Meilin had er… the guy whose name she didn't even want to think of.

Jeez… Stupid friends… All getting stupid boyfriends… Stupid boyfriends…

"Ah look! An empty chair!"

Sakura looked up only to see the person she wanted to see the least right now. He was like everywhere and it was getting really annoying for her to keep seeing the dude that was pissing her off the most. Using her chopsticks, she picked up a roll and took a bite, glaring at Syaoran who was in the process of opening his soy sauce.

"Why are you here?" Sakura asked, aggravated.

"Can't friends sit with each other?" Syaoran questioned her back.

She snickered softly, continuing to eat. They sat in silence as they ate, surprisingly, before Sakura thought it was time to break it. It was time to do what she'd promised to do yesterday.

"Um… Let's call a truce!" Sakura offered nervously. She didn't even want to bother wondering why she was sparing emotions on this moron.

"A truce? For what? We never fight!" he told her as his face slipped into a grin again.

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be nice here and you're not helping!" she sighed exasperatedly.

"You be nice? I'll kiss you when that day comes!"

Sakura almost felt a nerve pop, but suddenly, an image of Syaoran kissing her found its way into her brain. Her head was close to exploding when she realized what she was thinking and she smacked herself on the forehead. Syaoran gave her a strange look.

"Sorry, I think trying to be nice to you is making me crazy," she explained, although a tiny part of her felt something called 'denial,' but she didn't pay any attention to it.

"Right…"

Sakura sighed again. This was going to be the hard part. What should she say…?

Syaoran was busy munching away on his sushi as seconds passed. His eyes turned up at her, glistening curiously. She couldn't concentrate, but she had to get this done no matter what.

"Well, anyways… I uh… wanted to ask you to… uh… do me a… favour?" Sakura inquired, hoping she had gotten to the point.

Syaoran nearly fell off his chair.

"Y-you… what?" he spluttered in disbelief.

"A favour you idiot!" she practically shrieked in irritation.

"Okay! I hear you!" Syaoran informed her with mild fear. "So what exactly is this favour you want from me?"

"I want you to… err… that is to say…"

"Well, hurry up Kinomoto! Lunch break's almost over!"

"Quiet! I'm trying to think here!"

"Then think faster 'cause I don't have all day!"

"Don't rush me!"

"If I don't, at the rate you're going, you'll never finish your pointless thinking!"

"It's not POINTLESS!"

"Then what's the favour genius?"

"GO OUT WITH MEILIN! Jeez! Some people! Jackass…"

"Wait a minute," Syaoran said, his eyes widening, "you're finding me dates now?"

"No!" Sakura yelled in frustration. "Oh… I hate this! Somebody kill me!"

"A date with Meilin… hmm…"

"I can't believe I even agreed with this… Now Syaoran thinks I'm trying to set him up! Oh, perfect."

"I accept this date with Meilin!"

"I mean honestly, I'm just trying to help and—wait, y-you what?" Sakura took a backtrack.

"I'll go on the date with Meilin, gladly," he repeated calmly.

And for the first time in his presence, Sakura smiled a real smile. Some kind of glee filled her, but there was a twinge of anger within her. Once more ignoring the bad feeling and focusing and the good one, she squealed in happiness. Syaoran raised an eyebrow at the woman's reaction, as it seemed just a little—or way too strange that Sakura was making her voice really high-pitched in excitement.

"Woohoo!" she squealed in joy. "Oh Syaoran! You don't know how happy you've just made me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Go to Meilin's house at 7 sharp, and don't be late!"

Giggling with relief and glee, Sakura stood up, threw her sushi container in the trash and skipped to the door, practically twirling out of the food court.

"Yay!" Sakura shouted as she pranced, which was very rare, into the office. "What a wonderful day!"

She spotted Meilin and whirled over to her friend.

"Meilin! I've got good news!" she announced proudly.

"Oh! Sakura!" Meilin replied in surprise. "Great! I've been looking for you all lunch! I wanted to say something!"

"Me too! Syaoran—"

"Wait, please. I really wanted to thank you for earlier. Although you did slap Syaoran and I really don't want him getting hurt, it still gave me a chance to get his attention for awhile, so… thanks a lot Sakura," Meilin thanked her with gratitude. "Now what was it you wanted to say?"

"I got you a date with Syaoran."

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Author's Note: And that's the end with a cliffy! Aren't I evil? Myess? Haha, I know. Please don't kill me! I'm only 13! Will you guys please review now? I promise I'll update faster if I get up to 12!