Unrequited Love
By: DEVILZ CHIK
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Author's Notes:
Wow! I didn't know I would get a lot of responses from you guys. Thanks for all those who read and reviewed. It was greatly appreciated!

Summary: Sakura suddenly likes who everyone likes, Syaoran Li. She thinks that they can never be together but that's because she always misses his eyes on her.

Disclaimer:
I don't own CCS.

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chapter.i
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Sakura's Point of View

So I missed his game, after all. Well, half of it, that is. Our game ended not so quickly and ended not so nicely, too. We lost, so the team and I walked lazily to the field to watch the soccer game.

We settled on the track that was surrounding the field. We assumed it was okay to stay there as no one told us to go to the bleachers.

The lights illuminated the field so nicely. The grass was new as well – it was not natural grass anymore; it was artificial… Well, I don't really get the purpose of it but they said it was more efficient and… environment-friendly?

You know what I hate about soccer games?

I had to squint to make out the faces of the players.

But sigh, I could clearly see him. He was swiftly running across the field, waiting for a pass from one of his teammates. And then, and then… the ball escapes out of the field.

The same player did an awesome corner kick towards Li then wah, he headed it in! He scored!

I cheered loudly like everyone else but I think I was screaming louder than most of them. That was heavenly. Oh man, the way his head collided with the ball. Wow.

It was nice seeing that.

Good thing I did not miss it.

Well, for someone who had been watching him for three months now, I think I'm an expert already to observe his every move.

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Syaoran's Point of View

It would always feel so good when we win a game. Most of all, when the score was 6-2 and half of those shots were made by one person, a.k.a. me. Not bragging or anything but I feel some sort of accomplishment… by making those goals.

Or maybe this elated feeling that I was feeling was not because of winning the game, but because in the middle of the second half, I got a glance of Sakura by the track, watching us intently.

I did not want to think that she came to watch to check out the soccer players. Maybe she just really wanted to support the team.

As our coach gathered us up in a circle in the middle of the field, I became anxious to leave and look for her. Maybe start a small conversation about the game or something. Well, at least it was not going to be about homework.

"Good job again, guys," Coach was saying. "But next time, do not let them score any points, ya hear?!"

"Hai!" we chorused together.

For one last time, our team cheered as one and we all dispersed.

I ran to the benches and grabbed my bag. My eyes longed to see even a strand of her hair but there were so many people in the soccer field and on the bleachers.

Where did she go?

"She's riding with Tomoyo," Eriol suddenly said as he noticed that I was looking around.

I only looked at him as if I did not know what he was talking about.

"Stop pretending, man," Eriol scolded. "I very much know that you are looking for Sakura. Tomoyo just messaged me that she's going to stay here at school to give Sakura a ride."

I still did not make any move to reply to him.

"Tomoyo's car usually picks her up at the high school drop off," Eriol said, then he started walking towards the direction of the high school drop off.

I found myself following him.

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I ignored Eriol's smirk as we walked towards the high school drop off. I could then make out two distinct figures sitting on the bench as they waited.

They were giggling about something and seemed to be happily conversing with one another, until Sakura looked up and saw Eriol.

"Oh, hi there, Eriol!" she greeted happily and signaled Tomoyo to look around to face him.

The two blushed as their eyes met and I had to roll my eyes at that. They were hopeless idiots. As I stepped forward to settle down on the other bench, I noticed that Sakura quieted down.

I wondered what was wrong so I looked at her.

For a moment, our eyes met but she quickly dropped her gaze as if she had just seen a horrible creature.

Well, maybe I was a horrible creature in her eyes. I could never be sure anyhow. And besides, she would not be the first one to think that way.

I do tend to come off as a cocky, arrogant student.

"Congrats, by the way," I heard Tomoyo say timidly to Eriol.

"Oh, thanks," Eriol replied. "Hey, Sakura, how was your game?"

"We lost," Sakura replied sadly. "It was close, though. We played five sets and for the last set, the score was 17-19."

Eriol whistled. "Wow, that was really close."

"Yeah. Oh well," Sakura sighed heavily. "Maybe next time."

And then, awkward silence.

"So… you guys had won all of your games so far, right?" Sakura asked.

"Yup," Eriol replied.

"When's your next game?" she asked curiously.

Eriol then turned to me. "When's our next game, Syaoran?"

"Next Friday," I replied, staring ahead.

Awkward silence again. It was funny as to why we were the only ones waiting for our cars here.

And then, Sakura spoke up again.

"Tomoyo, I'll just go to the bathroom," she told her friend and stood up, leaving her stuff there.

"I'll tell the car to go around when it gets here and you're not here yet," Tomoyo said and watched her friend go to the nearest bathroom.

We stayed quiet again for the longest time and I suddenly felt that I was such a third wheel for these two lovebirds. I wanted to push Eriol beside Tomoyo but then a car was slowly approaching where we were.

The driver helped Tomoyo load their stuff inside the car.

Then the driver said, "Ms. Tomoyo, where's your gym bag?"

Tomoyo gasped and looked around but only found Sakura's gym bag. "I must have forgotten it," she said. "Can you go around and just come back. Sakura's still in the bathroom, anyway. I'll just go up the gym."

The driver nodded and drove off.

Just as Tomoyo was starting to walk away, I nudged at Eriol, hoping he would get my point. Luckily, he did.

"Tomoyo, I'll come with you," he called to her and all she did was smile and they walked together to the gym.

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Sakura's Point of View

When I left to go the bathroom, I remember leaving three people behind here. But how come there was only one person here?

And it was Li Syaoran, out of all the people!

I settled uncomfortably on the bench and noticed that my bags were gone. My phone was in my bag so I had no way to contact Tomoyo at this time. I turned to Li hopelessly.

"Where's Tomoyo?" I asked him.

It was a bit surprising that my voice did not waver. But it was annoying that my heart was beating so fast as if I was still in the intense volleyball game I just had.

"She left her gym bag in the gym," he replied, looking at me. "Eriol went with her. She told her driver to go around first."

"Oh, ok, thanks," was all I could reply.

We stayed there in silence. If I was in my Dream Land, we would be on one bench, holding each other. But this was reality – my fantasy was impossible.

"Hey, when's your next game?" he suddenly asked.

I was caught by surprise with that so I took a moment before replying.

"Wednesday – against the Varsity boys," I replied. "It's just a fun, fun game. Nothing official."

"Maybe I should watch," he replied playfully.

"Why?" I asked in curiosity. "The bleachers won't even be set up."

He just shrugged. "It doesn't matter," he said. "I can sit on the floor or just stand there. Either way – maybe it'll be fun to watch."

"Why do you want to watch though?"

"Oh, because the volleyball team has been giving us a lot of support," he said nonchalantly. "I just want to pay you guys back. We just never had the chance to watch your games, no matter how much we want to."

So that was his reason. Why was I so stupid to think that he wanted to watch because of me?

Hmph, I wish.

Oh, I just wish.

I could only wish.

That was all I could do.

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Syaoran's Point of View

I rushed straight to the lockers area, looking for one specific person. It was weird – I actually had a pretty good reason to talk to her. She was in a circle with her friends.

I stopped behind them and tapped her lightly on her shoulder. She turned around and creased her eyebrows, giving me a questioning look.

"Yeah?" she asked, her eyes looking left and right, as if checking that she was the right person I needed to talk to.

"Have you seen the list yet? For the upcoming School Festival?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "I was planning to look at it during lunch today," she said. "What about it?"

"Well, someone wisely signed people up to events," I began. "And apparently, we are the leaders for the cheerleading in our grade."

"For the entire senior class?"

"We don't have to make a routine or anything like it," I clarified. "We just need to make sure that there are cheerers in every event to increase our 'Senior Spirit'."

"Oh, that cheerleading," she said, nodding her head. "Okay, I don't mind."

She stopped for a second and eyed me. "Oh, is the point here… you don't want to be…" she trailed off but I did not really let her finish the sentence.

"No, no, no…" I said quickly. "I came to you to tell you that I really have a good idea and I was wondering where we could meet after school today… if you are available today."

"It's Wednesday," she said, then I remembered her game. "I have a game but we can meet later, if you don't mind."

"Yeah, I don't have practice today and I did say that I'm going to watch you guys, right?"

She just nodded and went back to her friends.

You know what, I really wanted to say that I wanted to watch her. Just her.

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Sakura and the girls were losing badly. The guys were killing them – not even giving them a chance and the girls were pretty pissed about this.

They were playing on a girl's net; hence, the guys really had the advantage. The only points they had missed so far were the balls that go way outside the court. The girls, on the other hand, although they were continuously attacking… could not get past the blocks of the taller guys.

It was Sakura's turn to serve. She was pouting and squinting at the taunting guys at the other side of the court.

Man, she looked absolutely gorgeous.

She dribbled the ball first then rested it on her hand before throwing it up in the air and hitting it very hard. The guys did not even move from their spot as they watched the ball up in the air.

"Out!" the guys on the bench said.

The ball hit the line. "In!" the coach, who was refereeing, shouted.

The girls cheered and tapped Sakura on the back. Sakura gave a smirk to the guys and received another ball from the coach.

The score was17-20, guys leading.

Sakura served again with that determined look on her face but unfortunately, the guys got it back and once again, the spike that one girl made was blocked.

The guys won three straight sets but they did not win easily. The girls put up a great fight and they almost won too.

After bickering with the guys' team, the two teams separated. I watched as Sakura walked to the bench to grab her water bottle.

She saw me approaching her so she stopped gulping down water.

"Nice game," I told her.

She only scoffed and forced a smile. "You're kidding, right?"

"Well, they did have the advantage," I assured her.

That seemed to be good enough for her.

"Sorry you had to watch that," she said softly.

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked. "It was a good game. You had awesome serves too."

"Thanks," she muttered and drank from her water bottle again.

"So… where should we go?" I said. "Can we stay here for a while?"

"Yeah, I guess," she replied.

Then, all of a sudden, a guy from the team called out to her.

"Hey, Sakura!" the guy shouted across the gym. "You want to go out for dinner?"

"For what?" Sakura asked back.

"Like on a date," the guy's voice echoed inside the gym… or maybe it echoed inside my head.

This guy had the nerve to ask Sakura out in front of so many people? So loudly, too.

"No!" someone replied back.

Holy crap, that was me.

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Author's Notes:
O, who does a quick update, huh? Man, I was just so overwhelmed with the number of alerts and faves and reviews. I love you all.

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xx DEVILZ CHIK