Chapter Sixteen
The disclaimer is the same as always. And, sorry that I didn't update for a looooooonnnnnnnngggggggg while. My laptop broke. The screen had broken, which had cracked some very important wires, or hard drive, or something. Anyway, getting a new laptop wasn't hard, I got this excellent notebook for 1449.99 that included a mail-in rebate of 150.00. The thing should've actually cost around 2000.00 w/o the rebate. Okay, I doubt you want to hear anymore of me blabbering on, so…onwards with the fic!
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For the second time in only a few days, Syaoran was seated and counting the invisible grey dots on the ceiling. It had taken Syaoran a couple of hours before what Sakura had told him had sunk in. He had exclaimed, "WHAT?!", and had promptly fallen out of his chair before the Math teacher could scold him. The Math teacher then told Eriol to escort Syaoran to the nurse. After that, Syaoran was able to go home early, provided he started studying for his finals as soon as he felt fit that day. Now, he was as bored as hell.
::Three hours earlier::
"Gah!!!! Quadratic formulas, completing the square….when are we going to use these in real life?!?!?! What the HELL did that dream's meaning mean?! When am I going to stop talking to myself?! CURSE THAT STUFFED ANIMAL FOR DOING MESSING WITH MY HEAD!!!!"
::End Flashback::
A ringing phone startled Syaoran out of his counting. He didn't get up, he didn't answer it. It continued ringing. Still muttering under his breath, this time about annoying telemarketers, Syaoran answered it.
"Hey Syaoran!" It was Sakura asking if he would like to get together in a study group to prepare for the finals. Syaoran, even though he studied best alone, agreed, mainly to learn if there were any details concerning the dream that were left unmentioned.
Meanwhile, at Tomoyo's home
"Great, we'll all get together at Sakura's house at ten to study! Bye!" Tomoyo giggled. The thought that with Eriol, Sakura and her against Syaoran was amusing in an odd, sadistic way. Commence Round Three ½!
Eriol's home
Eriol reclined in his favorite armchair. His plan was working perfectly. Even Sakura and Tomoyo didn't know that, it was actually Eriol who had orchestrated the entire manoeuvre, starting with the gym fiasco till now. After all, how else could Eriol have been in exactly the right place at the right time, and have agreed so readily to help the others with their plans?
Eriol smirked and contemplated his next course of action. If he was correct in assuming that Syaoran was still in denial, this next idea will make this far more interesting tomorrow.
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A/N: A lemon or part of one will most likely be added in, so review and tell me what you want. Sorry that this chapter was so short.
The disclaimer is the same as always. And, sorry that I didn't update for a looooooonnnnnnnngggggggg while. My laptop broke. The screen had broken, which had cracked some very important wires, or hard drive, or something. Anyway, getting a new laptop wasn't hard, I got this excellent notebook for 1449.99 that included a mail-in rebate of 150.00. The thing should've actually cost around 2000.00 w/o the rebate. Okay, I doubt you want to hear anymore of me blabbering on, so…onwards with the fic!
---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----
For the second time in only a few days, Syaoran was seated and counting the invisible grey dots on the ceiling. It had taken Syaoran a couple of hours before what Sakura had told him had sunk in. He had exclaimed, "WHAT?!", and had promptly fallen out of his chair before the Math teacher could scold him. The Math teacher then told Eriol to escort Syaoran to the nurse. After that, Syaoran was able to go home early, provided he started studying for his finals as soon as he felt fit that day. Now, he was as bored as hell.
::Three hours earlier::
"Gah!!!! Quadratic formulas, completing the square….when are we going to use these in real life?!?!?! What the HELL did that dream's meaning mean?! When am I going to stop talking to myself?! CURSE THAT STUFFED ANIMAL FOR DOING MESSING WITH MY HEAD!!!!"
::End Flashback::
A ringing phone startled Syaoran out of his counting. He didn't get up, he didn't answer it. It continued ringing. Still muttering under his breath, this time about annoying telemarketers, Syaoran answered it.
"Hey Syaoran!" It was Sakura asking if he would like to get together in a study group to prepare for the finals. Syaoran, even though he studied best alone, agreed, mainly to learn if there were any details concerning the dream that were left unmentioned.
Meanwhile, at Tomoyo's home
"Great, we'll all get together at Sakura's house at ten to study! Bye!" Tomoyo giggled. The thought that with Eriol, Sakura and her against Syaoran was amusing in an odd, sadistic way. Commence Round Three ½!
Eriol's home
Eriol reclined in his favorite armchair. His plan was working perfectly. Even Sakura and Tomoyo didn't know that, it was actually Eriol who had orchestrated the entire manoeuvre, starting with the gym fiasco till now. After all, how else could Eriol have been in exactly the right place at the right time, and have agreed so readily to help the others with their plans?
Eriol smirked and contemplated his next course of action. If he was correct in assuming that Syaoran was still in denial, this next idea will make this far more interesting tomorrow.
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A/N: A lemon or part of one will most likely be added in, so review and tell me what you want. Sorry that this chapter was so short.