OMG! I can't believe that I haven't written so long. I know everyone blames school but it's true. It takes up half the time I'm awake and they other half is usually filled with homework!!!!! This stories getting closer and closer to the climax although I have a long way to go still.

I hate it; I have to change the summary again! I always seem to rewrite my story and end up changing it completely! Ugh, me and my perfection. -___- although my stories are far from perfect.

Anyway, enough of my blabbing, ON WITH THE STORY!!!!!

Me: *hugs CCS* You can't make me!!!!

Men in black suits: *pull*

Me: NO!!!!

M in black suits: *pull harder*

Me: CCS is MINE!!!!!

Men: *gets drill*

Me: O_______o

Me: Fine, CCS does not belong to me *pissed*


Chapter Four
Banana Blast - $4.67

Light shimmered off the radiant chandelier crystals as violin and flute solos were heard here and there with the compliment of the deep cello. The fragrance of expensive perfume was everywhere. Elegance, sophistication, and luxury glowed brighter with every minute.


Everyone was smiling at the cheerfulness in the ballroom. Well, almost everyone…


Sakura sat there, gloomy and mad. Her plan had backfired! When she had thought of it, it seemed so perfect but now, it was her curse!


Sakura had arrived prepare to scare off any guy that came with two feet of her. Her attire was to shock the men to think that she wasn't clean there for, un-datable. Then maybe they would leave her alone to her dishonor. But her outfit did anything but chase guys away. It just had to attract most of the guys here! They wolf whistled when ever she passed and some even had the audacity to pinch her private areas!


Tomoyo had seemed surprisingly satisfied when Sakura came. Her eyes sparkled as if her dream had come true. And as she was leaving towards the dance floor with Eriol, Tomoyo had winked at Sakura before mouthing, "Go whip them!"


Picking up the small dish with fruit, Sakura leaned against the table, instinctively pulling her dress down as she stuffed a grape into her mouth.


The short black dress showed too much leg and the slit on the side did nothing but make the fish net hose look ever so seductive. And the stilettos were so high it took all the poise she possessed to not fall. Her shirt was the only piece of clothing that was not black. It was a very, very low cut wine halter top that stopped a few inches below her breasts. The chocker she wore automatically attracted anyone's attention to her supple chest.


Sakura sighed, knowing that she was defeated. She decided that it would be best to leave and put this behind. This was the most embarrassing moment in her life!


But as she was walking towards the exit, a body crashed onto her and as it was about to land, laid a warm hand on her chest.



**



Syaoran was bored beyond imagination. Deciding that there was nothing keeping him there, Syaoran stood up the leave. Not even looking, he walked towards the door. Well, that was until he hit another body. Falling, Syaoran grabbed the only thing he could reach on instinct, which was what he thought was a shirt. Well kind of…



**



Sakura turned bright red as the man grabbed her attributes before steadying himself. With the calmest tone she could muster, Sakura said, "Would you please let go of my… ahem… chest?"


It must have taken sometime before Syaoran noticed that the girl was talking to him and that he was not grabbing clothe but warm, soft flesh! Glowing like a strawberry, Syaoran quickly let go. Trying to keep his cool, he said, "Well this mustn't be new to you since," chuckling, "this is what you do for life." He smirked as he tried to steady his running heart.


Now this ticked Sakura off. It's not everyday that you wear the sultriest dress and get groped by every guy who comes by but to actually have a guy do that and make nasty comments was more than enough. She now had two choices:


1) Ignore him and walk towards the exit


2) Hit him for being an ass


And since she was having a bad day, Sakura choose the latter. POW!!



**



Ok this wasn't what he planned to do. Syaoran just wanted to exit this dumb party. Then maybe go home, read a book, have some classical music on, all that stuff. But to grab a whore (who looked kind of familiar) at a high class party was not exactly on the list above.


Especially if she looks really peeved…


Before he knew it, a quick fist came running into his face. Because of his life-long training, Syaoran quickly caught. That was before the whore swung her purse too. Jeez, what do women put in those bags: bricks?



**



Sakura was surprised when he caught her punch. But she was too irritated to care. Before she could stop herself, she had swung her purse too. That made contact.


While that idiot was recovering from the blow, Sakura pushed past him heading for the exit. But before she could take even two steps, someone grabbed her wrist. Oh my god, why cant people just leave her alone? What is it, Lets Make Sakura Pissed off Day?


Whirling around, Sakura saw amber eyes staring at her.


**



Syaoran didn't know why he stopped the slut. Why in the world did he grab her wrist when she so violently attacked him? Still holding on to her wrist, he couldn't help but ask, "Can I have your number?"


This time, he caught both the punch and the purse. But he didn't stop her this time. He realized that A LOT of people were staring and chasing after her wasn't going to make it any better.


He still didn't know why he asked that question. It just seemed to pop out. Rubbing his head, Syaoran walked towards the exit. He had more than enough excitement today.




Wednesday




Humming softly, Sakura turned the sign so that OPEN faced the outside. It was another day at Cherrie Delight. Sakura had just come home from an all girls night at Tomoyo's. Everything was well until Chiharu asked Sakura about what happened at the Sunday Night party.


Sakura slammed the door at that thought. It was bad enough to have gone through that but to have her friends remind her was even worse! If some stranger came up to her and asked her if she was that slut that punched the rich guy, she wouldn't have minded. But to have her friends ask that question, it was like your mom asking you if you'd had sex!


In other words: embarrassing and extraordinarily shameful.


"No Chiharu. Nothing happened." Sakura forced a smile.


Chiharu hummed to herself, "I could have sworn something happened from the way Tomoyo smiled." Sakura looked as if she could kill.


Then facing Sakura nervously, Chiharu asked, "Can you do me a favor?"


Sakura bent over as Chiharu whispered in her ear. Every one stopped cleaning as they tried to eavesdrop. They knew it must have been bad from the way Sakura then shouted, "NO!!!!!"


With a glare from Chiharu they went back to their work. Touya thought, "Why do I have a feeling that this week will be one of the weirdest I've ever lived through"


**Later**


Sakura grumbled as she walked. Why did she have to do this? Why couldn't Chiharu do this herself?


Not noticing where she was walking, Sakura collided with someone tall and obviously in a bad mood.


"What the hell is your problem?!"


Sakura looked up to find herself transfixed with a pair of amber eyes.



**Syaoran**



Why does everyone here bump into me?!?! It's bad enough that I woke up with a terrible headache from all the wine I drank last night. Jeez, why in the world does Meiling have to come now?


Will that dumb girl stop staring at me? It's not like I have two heads.


"Are you going to help me or not?"


As if out of a trance, the green-eyed girl bent down to help me up. Her palm was soft with a trace of a scent of banana. When I got a closer look at her, I recognized her as the waitress from that smoothie shop.


It seemed like she recognized me too. But the look on her face wasn't exactly pleasant. With an accusing finger, she pointed at me while shouting, "YOU!"


It was then that I realized she was also that whore from the party a few nights ago. Regaining some of the vigor, I smirked while saying, "My, what do we have here?"

GASP!! I love dot Hack!!! It's so cute. But I still love CCS! *still pissed from incident above*

I might not update in a looooooong time since school. -__- But I'll try my best. Oh and I did my project on CCS ^^ Oh yeah!!! If you have any questions, email me or whatever. I barely understand my stories. I just let my thoughts flow through the keys. *shrugs*

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