Author's Note: Oh wow, six months, my sweets. I forced myself to type this out just for you. Sorry for the long wait.

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Stuck With You
Part Four: Not So Bad

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"I cannot believe what you two were doing!" a man in his early thirties raged as he overlooked the two students. One was eyeing him with boredom while the other had an oh-so innocent expression on her face. A vein throbbed and he felt as if he was going to lash out any second. He sighed to himself. 'This is going to get me gray hairs. . .' He thought to himself wryly. "Now explain." He ordered.

No one made a move.

Lazily, they both brought their hands up at the same time and pointed to each other.

"His fault." Sakura told him with a sweet smile.

Syaoran raised an eyebrow, a scowl on his face. "Not even," he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "She provoked me." He announced, jabbing a thumb towards the disbelieving teenage girl. Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes. Her fault? Was he serious? She made a sound at the back of her throat in disagreement.

"I don't think so, Li," she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "You came out of no where and butted into Tomoyo and my conversation. I have four words for you: mind your own business," she snapped, leaning against the locker and sliding down towards the ground until her rear reached the floor. She glared, looking up at the vice-principal who stared at her blankly.

Syaoran rolled his eyes (She snorted. Oh, very mature). "I do believe that it's my business when you and your little friend talks about me."

"Oh, if it's like that, then why aren't you all over other girl's at school who talks about you twenty-four-seven, huh? You can go and bug them; I sure as hell know that they won't be pissed about it." She retorted, whipping to face him. She felt irritation pumping through her veins. He was such a bastard. Syaoran growled slightly, baring his teeth.

. . .Before he suddenly smirked out of no where. She raised an eyebrow. "I'm only bugging you because. . ." His smirk turned into a full blown grin. "Because I know that it pisses you off."

Her eyebrow gave out a sudden tick. Her hands clenched and her fist aimed towards his face. But unfortunately, his hand shot out right in time and caught it in his. She growled lowly. He made 'tsk'ing sounds. "Bastard," she snarled lowly.

He smirked. "That trick won't work against me again, Kinomoto." He chuckled mockingly and gave her hand a little squeeze before letting it drop. He motioned towards his swollen cheek. "You already gave me a mark and I don't intend for you to do it again."

She rolled her eyes, looking away, huffing.

Mr. Mesikai blinked. 'Feels like I'm watching some teenage show. . .'

He cleared his throat. "Okay, children. I asked what happened, not who did it." Mr. Mesikai said. Sakura turned to him with one of her eyebrows raised.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

Syaoran cleared his throat. "Yeah. Sakura just couldn't keep her hands off me. Thus, she chased me all around the school."

Sakura stared. "Yeah. I couldn't keep my hands off your neck." She scoffed. "Pft."

Li rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered.

Silence.

"I hate you," she announced and lifted her gaze to lock eyes with his. He smirked, his eyes twinkling. She growled and took in a deep breath, flashing him the finger. Syaoran pretended to gasp.

"Did you see that, sir? She basically told me to fuck off!" He pretended to look hurt, but then burst out laughing at the site of the appalled look on the vice principal's face. Li smirked.

"Detention." He hissed turning to walk away. "For both of you."

Sakura gaped at his retreating form, shooting Syaoran a dirty look from the corner of her eye. "But sir!" She protested and began to chase after him, a protesting look on her face. "That is so unfair, and you know it. Look, I understand community service, but detention?" She practically began to hyperventilate. She stopped walking when she realized that he wasn't listening to her.

She frowned.

Gee, how kind.

Li came up to her and grinned brightly. And smugly. Damn him. He swung an arm over her shoulder which she immediately shrugged off. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other, huh?" He grinned.

She shot him a dark look and stalked off.

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"Ugh."

—Thud.

". . .stupid. . ."

—Thud.

". . .retarded, mother fu—"

—Thud.

". . .son of a—"

—Thud.

"You do realize how many brains cells you're killing by doing that repeatedly?" Tomoyo interrupted Sakura as she eyed her friend with a cautious look in her eye. Sakura lifted her thudding forehead off her desk and flashed Tomoyo a mock glare.

"Gee, ya think?"

Tomoyo just rolled her eyes, used to Sakura's permanent PMS. Her lips tilted upwards into a wry grin as she thought back to what Sakura had informed her. Detention with Syaoran Li. It may not seem so bad since it's, you know, there's a whole classroom filled up with other regular detention students - oh, but that's where it stops with the similarities. Sakura just can't have detention.

That's like telling her to stop breathing.

. . .Okay, maybe not THAT dramatic, but you get the picture, right?

"UGH!" Sakura suddenly cried out in frustration. Of course, the class didn't notice since they were too busy in their own little world. Tomoyo, however, of course noticed. Since, you know, she was right beside her. And the fact that she had keen hearing skills. . .yeah. . . "I cannot believe that I GOT detention because of him!" She snarled and pounded her fist onto the wooden desk.

Before her forehead met the surface of the desk, yet again, for the umpteenth time that day.

God, the vice principal wasn't serious! Did he actually give HER detention? Didn't he KNOW of her and her. . .holiness? Didn't he know all the things she's done for this blasted school just for the hell of it? DIDN'T HE KNOW HOW MUCH SHE HATED LI?-!-?-!

"Damnit," she muttered under her breath as she slumped into her seat and took a deep breath. Okay, fawning over the subject won't get her out of detention. But how would they know if she DID go in detention? What if she just. . .skips?

'Don't be stupid,' she scowled to herself as she pushed that thought aside. 'Of course they'll know! It doesn't help the fact that I bloody have a hell of a guilty conscience.'

"Miss Kinomoto!"

That stern voice made her head snap up so fast that she felt it crack. She hid her wince and raised her eyebrow meekly. Uh oh. "Yes?"

"I have been calling on your name for the past five minutes. Do you not pay attention or something?" The teacher demanded in her firm voice, her eyes cold and unfriendly. She felt herself slump into her seat. She was the only teacher she was actually afraid of. All the other teachers, pfft, she can so beat them in an argument. But this one. . .her air demanded respect. Her lips set into a thin line as she pointed towards the door out the classroom — "Detention. Hand in your assignment on your way out."

Her first instinct - to gape.

No way! She felt her back stiffen as she slowly stood up. She felt all bewildered eyes on her. Was that even LEGAL? Sending a student off to detention for NOT paying attention? She didn't even HEAR her blasted voice! 'I bet she wasn't even calling me. . .' she muttered inwardly as she stalked off towards the door after handing in her paper.

She groaned once she closed the door. Damnit — two detentions in one day. What will dad say? She began to lazily drag her feet down the hallway as she gripped the detention slip the teacher had handed her before she had left. That was mean. What if she DID have hearing problems and the teacher didn't even know?

She hid her loud groan as she stalked down the stairs and into an unfamiliar hallway. She glanced to her side before looking straight ahead. Unfamiliar? Now that was so true. She didn't even know that this hall existed.

Okay, maybe that was boarding on utmost exaggeration, but you know what I mean. Like, she hasn't gotten detention ever.

'First time for everything,' she thought to herself grimly as she stopped in front of the door. You just don't get detention in the middle of class.

She opened the door and calmly stepped in, and she instantly felt a dozen eyes on her. She looked at them coolly and looked up to see the detention supervisor give her a surprised look over the rim of his glasses.

"A new buddy," he spoke, his voice holding confusion. His statement sounded more like a question to her. She raised an eyebrow and forced a slight smirk on her face. "What's your name?" he questioned as he stepped forward and accepted her slip.

Shrugging and sprawling herself to the nearest chair, she looked up, her eyes guarded. "Sakura," she answered shortly. He nodded distractedly.

"That's amazing," he said, his voice monotone. Wow, talk about mood swings. He got back into his book that he was reading. Sakura looked around her, her eyes bored. Looks like any other classroom, excluding the people in it. Then, someone from the corner of her eye caught her attention.

He was staring right at her.

She looked back at him with a guarded expression. What the hell did he want?

"Hi, I'm Eriol Hiiragizawa." He stuck his hand on. She stared at him, then at his hand before taking it and shaking it slightly. "You're not a usual here—I would know," he nodded to himself, his eyes holding no friendliness, but she saw a brief look of interest.

Why was he talking to her again?

"That's beautiful, darling," she drawled out slowly before she looked away from him. Of course, she wasn't usually this mean at all. She likes to think of herself as someone nice and polite, always there for a smile. But today has just not been her day, if you know what I mean.

A day like this can leave a person very, very bitter.

"So why are you in for?" he asked, glancing at her, showing her that he was talking to her. The whole classroom was slightly over the average of quiet, but she didn't mind. She could use the sound. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, taking in his form critically.

'He looks like he doesn't belong here,' she thought to herself absentmindedly as she tapped her desk boredly. Of course, she didn't belong here either. Join the club.

"My teacher is stupid," she answered eventually after a few minutes of silence, remembering his question. He said nothing. If he heard or didn't hear, he didn't make any indication. Probably forgot that she was there, she mused to herself dryly.

They all sat, minding their own business before time flew by, and it was the end of school. She got up slowly and headed out, but then she was suddenly stopped. She looked up and saw Eriol, gazing at her with intentness that made her cautious.

But then, he suddenly surprised her by smiling. It was friendly and warm.

And it made a blush creep up to her face.

What the hell?

"It was nice meeting you, Sakura," he told her, and walked away before she had anything else to say. She stood there, gazing after his form before someone rudely cleared their throat, indicating in annoyance that she was blocking the doorway. She sidestepped and shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

Maybe detention wouldn't be so bad after all.

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What was she thinking? Of course it's bad!

She forced a groan down once she remembered that she had to stay there after school for an hour.

With Li.

Happy thoughts, girl. Think happy thoughts.

She twitched as she turned her body right around and walked back downstairs towards the hall that she'd probably get used to by the end of two weeks. Fantastic. She opened the door—more like ripped it open—and stepped in, her eyebrow ticking.

She took the same seat that she had just a few minutes ago, ignoring the world around her.

"Wow, Kinomoto, didn't think that you'd actually show up." She heard a mocking voice hovering above her. She looked up, her eyebrow raised as her lips twisted into a slight scowl slash smirk. If that was possible. Li stood there, looking impressive as ever with his leather jacket and mocking smirk.

. . .You know she was joking right?

She snarled and rolled her eyes. "What do you take me for, sweets?"

He smirked but said nothing, and instead took the seat that Eriol and previously sat in. She tapped the desk impatiently and looked at the clock hanging at the wall above the chalkboard. How long was she supposed to stay here? At least Li wasn't talkin—

"Eriol told me that you were here, already," he spoke, his voice holding no feeling to what he was thinking at all. She didn't bother replying. "Care you explain?"

She quirked an eyebrow, but didn't turn to look at him. "No thanks."

He didn't say anything but she heard his voice. Probably talking to her other detention buddies, she mused to herself dryly. He's one of the usual, obviously. His posture and form screamed it out. But what gives? What kind of bad ass actually. . .well. . .

The main question was, why did they ever exist?

Girl's dig bad boys, she mused to herself sarcastically. She remembered her cousin telling her that once. In return, she just stared at her weirdly and ignored her for the rest of the dinner time. Actually, she had always ignored the girl when she was always visiting.

It was mean, but the day she starts being nice to that boy freak, is the day that she stops gushing about them.

Seriously.

And it was always a moronic move to name yourself a bad ass, which she was highly sure that Li had done that. He probably woke up one day and was like, "From now on, I am a bad boy."

"Why?" his thoughts would ask him.

He probably grinned his stupid grin and say, "Because girl's dig bad boys."

She smothered her laughter just at the thought of that. Gawd, she had no life. Staying in this room is making her loose her sanity. She averted her gaze from the ticking clock and yawned.

"So, Kinomoto," Li turned towards her with his trademark smirk.

Oh what she would give to tear that off his face.

. . .OR ruining his face works, too.

The latter is rather nice.

"What." She deadpanned with a flat look on her face.

"How does it feel like to be here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She forced a sweet smile on her face.

"You mean your second home? It's absolutely thrilling," she gushed. "I love it. But you know what I would love more?" she didn't wait for him to answer as her smile fell off as she continued to ignore his existence. "For you to stop talking to me. Can you do that? Thanks."

He chuckled his low, smooth laughter that made girls fall for him.

She strained her ears as she tried to listen to what the female population heard from him.

All she heard was something like a screeching banshee sound.

. . .Okay, maybe that was a little too much of an exaggeration, but she couldn't find anything entrancing about his laughter. Gawd, people these days.

"You're such a bitch," he teased, his eyes twinkling.

She didn't say anything.

They sat in silence until an hour was up. She practically shot out of her seat and made a beeline towards the door.

But his voice stopped her.

She groaned and turned around slowly, impatience reflecting heavily in her eyes. "What is it, Li?" she demanded.

He smiled his charming smile, but his eyes were glinting dangerously. "Seven o'clock, darling. Be ready and I'll be there."

And he was gone.

For the second time that day, and almost in the same predicament, she stood there, staring after another guy.

But for another entirely different reason, of course.

A lazy smirk formed on her lips as she slowly stepped out of the door and headed towards her locker.

This is one date that he would never forget. She'll make sure of it.

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