Chapter 3: Our First Date

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Tomoyo frowned when Sakura finished telling her about the agreement with Syaoran.

"I don't know Sakura," She said, her perfectly plucked eyebrows knitting together. "Aren't you just doing this to make Takamura jealous?"

Sakura smiled, almost evilly. "A bit, but think about Tomoyo! It would be a great way to test out my theory!" Sakura clapped her hands in excitement. "Plus," She said, winking. "I get a free ride home everyday!"

Tomoyo merely sighed and rested her head on her hand.

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It had been only two days since Syaoran had asked Sakura out, but the gossip had spread around both schools like lightning. Everyone had stopped Sakura, expressing her jealousy at not getting Syaoran fast enough. Sakura merely smiled and walked on.

Syaoran, on the other hand, was either getting pats on the back, or worried looks from the friends of Takamura. Syaoran paid no attention to the stares and went through the whole day with a superior smile on his face.

When the bell rung, signifying the end of school, Syaoran was stopped short, two inches from the exit by a large hand slapping itself on his shoulder. Turning around, Syaoran came face-to-face with Takamura, a rich jock who thought he was the King of Women. Takamura had light blond hair with some brown streaks near the roots, the length of it made him look almost like a surfer and he was sporting long, denim jeans, a baggy t-shirt with some famous, expensive logo on it and, of course, a football jacket with the school's logo on it.

"What do you want with Sakura?" He asked simply. His voice was low, with a hint of anger in it.

Syaoran looked at Takamura's hand on his shoulder in disgust. "Nothing," He replied, just as cool. "I'm not like you."

The grip on Syaoran's shoulder tightened. All the football Takamura had played had made him large and strong, whereas Syaoran, who wasn't frightfully skinny, was still a good deal thinner and less muscular than Takamura.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Takamura said through gritted teeth.

Lightly, Syaoran took Takamura's hand off of his shoulder. "I may have been with a lot of girls, Takamura," He spat out the name. "But I don't go with two girls at once, whilst cheating on my girlfriend." Syaoran smiled sickeningly sweetly.

Takamura took a step back. "You just wait, Li." He said, pointing his chubby finger at Syaoran. "I'll get you."

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Sakura slowly got into Syaoran's black car, savouring all the looks of longing from the other girls.

"Hello." She said sweetly.

"I bet you're enjoying all the attention." Syaoran said, sounding almost annoyed.

"Terrible thing, envy." Sakura said, her smile getting wider.

Syaoran snorted as he started up the car.

Stopping outside Sakura's house, yet again, Syaoran stopped her.

"Wanna go out tonight?" He asked; trying hard not to sound bothered.

"Where to?" Sakura asked, also trying not to sound too bothered.

"How about a film?"

"Are YOU paying?"

Syaoran paused for a moment. "Alright."

"See you at seven then." Sakura said quickly and got out the car without another word.

"That was the most easiest arrangement I've ever made with a girl." Syaoran said to himself, already planning what to wear.

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When he pulled up for the second time that day, outside Sakura's house, Syaoran was wearing a simple black shirt with some baggy jeans and unusually clean trainers. Sakura, who was sitting on her porch, was wearing a black dress that came down just above her knees and a white shirt underneath the dress with blossom prints all over it. She got up from her seat walked over to the car and got in.

"Let's go then!" She said happily. Shrugging his shoulders, Syaoran started to drive.

The journey to the cinema (or theatre) was an awkward, silent one. Syaoran was busy concentrating on his driving while Sakura was constantly pulling her dress down nervously.

The cinema wasn't as full as Syaoran expected it to be. After Syaoran paid for the tickets and a large bucket of sweet popcorn, the couple made their way into the screening room. Sitting down at the back, Syaoran put his feet up and Sakura munched on the popcorn.

"So," Sakura said, in-between bites. "What film ARE we watching?"

Syaoran ran his fingers through his hair. "Ring." He said.

Sakura started choking on her popcorn. Startled, Syaoran began to pat her back.

"R.........Ring?" She gasped. Syaoran nodded. Taking a big gulp, Sakura leaned back nervously in her chair.

The lights dimmed and the curtain came up. The more Syaoran relaxed, the tenser Sakura got.

"There's a tape, and if you watch it, you will die in one week."

Sakura was terrified. She had seen all the reviews for the film, and of course, it was a SCARY horror film. Fidgeting in her seat, Sakura munched nervously on some popcorn.

BAM!

Sakura automatically grabbed the closest hand she could find. Burying her head in Syaoran's arm, she began whimpering quietly.

"What's the matter?" Syaoran whispered, teasing Sakura. "You scared?"

Sitting bolt upright, Sakura pouted at Syaoran. "I am NOT scared." She stated and, crossing her arms, she fell back into her chair and continued to watch the rest of the movie in the same position.

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Sakura still had the same pout on her face when she left the cinema. Syaoran laughed as she got into his car, her arms still crossed.

"It you keep on frowning, you'll face will stay like that." He joked.

"Shut up." Was all Sakura said, but out of the corner of his eye, Syaoran saw her smiling.

The drive home had a bit more talking in it. Mostly Syaoran recalling the scariest points of the film.

"Can you BELIEVE Hollywood have done a version too?" Sakura asked, after Syaoran made her jump for the third time.

"Yeah, I've seen it." He said, turning a corner. "It's not as good as the original we just saw. Half the stuff ISN'T in the original." He snorted. "Trust Hollywood to destroy a classic film."

Sakura nodded and pulled the edge of her dress down over her knees.

Like a gentleman, Syaoran walked Sakura to her front door, much to the surprise of Sakura.

"Takamura would just stick his tongue in my mouth and tell me to make my own way home." She said as they reached her front door.

"Do you miss him?" Syaoran said, after a few seconds of silence.

Sakura frowned and bit her lip. "Not as much as I thought I would." She said slowly.

Syaoran nodded his head slightly and made to leave, but Sakura grabbed his sleeve.

"Aren't you gonna give me a good-bye kiss?" She asked jokingly.

Syaoran stared at her. Never had he met a girl so forward!

She let go of his sleeve. "It's OK, Casanova," She laughed. "We can't have you ruining those precious lips of yours! You might never get another modelling shoot again!" She took out her keys and opened her door but she was cut short by Syaoran whirling her around, like in the movies, and kissing her.

Sakura felt like giggling madly as he wrapped his arms around her. She slowly gave in and ran her fingers through his hair, messing up his already artistically messed up hair. After about a minute, Syaoran pulled away, leaving the feel of his lips lingering on Sakura's. She opened her eyes and smiled.

"Goodnight." He said coolly, turning around and walked back to his car.

Sakura giggled to herself and walked into her house.

When Syaoran got back to his apartment, he headed straight for his bed. Taking off his shirt, he crashed onto his warm mattress. He lay for a while, with one arm above his head, until he moved it and put it to his lips. He smirked and laughed, then, he rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 3! Up! I was sooo surprised when I went onto my email and found TONS of reviews! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

I had SERIOUS writer's block when I wrote this, but then I took a short break (that lasted the whole day.) and found I could suddenly write better! Cool ne?

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