Chapter 2

Shattering Hearts

As their daily classes assembled up, Sakura could not think, as usual. However she always managed to pull through and get an exceedingly high mark. But nevertheless, Syaoran rivaled up with her, still maintaining his cool looks and managing his girlfriend, Raku.

Oh Sakura, if only Syaoran would just fall back in love with you... like before. When we were all kids... and we both crushed on Syaoran.

"Daidouji-chan, please come up and correct this problem," the math sensei called. She got up and then saw Sakura, staring at Syaoran.

I wish poor Sakura would stop dreaming of him. And I wish I would stop too. I can't bear this any longer. Sakura's heart is shattering day by day while I'm still holding strong. Tomoyo sighed to herself in thought.

How did Tomoyo have feelings for Syaoran? And did he feel the same way back? What about Raku? Was he cheating on her with having feelings for another? So many questions filled the classroom. But there was one needing attention to right away. Did Syaoran still love Sakura?

Damn it, that Raku bitch is sending Syaoran a note!! Damn it. Why won't he love me?! The letters we sent when we were children. He promised to love me forever, and now... and now he's with that slutty whore! Sakura's mind screamed.

The math sensei saw the note being passed and picked it up from a student's hand.

"Ahem, the note says:

Dear Syaoran-kun,

My love, that bitch is looking at you. Are you looking back?

Love, Raku

Ahem, who is this "bitch" exactly?" the sensei asked.

Raku hid her face in embarrassment and then one of the students coughed up "Sakura" in the distance. The math sensei's eyes narrowed when she looked at Raku.

"So this "bitch" is actually Kinomoto Sakura, eh? Apparently this kind of behavior is not tolerated here. Tomoeda High School does not take such... such things! Your parents will get an exact copy of this and will see the real form of it when they come for the annual parent teacher conferences!" she growled.

At that Sakura's heart shattered once again. If Raku thought she was a bitch, turned out Syaoran would think so himself as well. Always following his girlfriends, trying to please them with the latest looks, fashions, and irresistible money. How did Syaoran not see what the words "true love" meant? How could he not see that Sakura still needed him? And how Tomoyo had a little crush on him and couldn't help but swoon along with Sakura. He was too blind. So blind. So lost. So gone.

Sakura felt like weeping, but kept her bitter tears to herself, knowing that if she showed any crybaby emotions at all, he would only snicker and smirk, sending rumors flying everywhere with Raku clutching onto him. What could she do? What if he came back to her and she left Tomoyo weeping knowing that he wouldn't love her?

She couldn't think, she couldn't see. All she saw was the boy with cute amber eyes that used to eye her and help her, and love her. Then the face came, and then the chestnut hair. And suddenly his whole figure came to life in Sakura's mind, yet she knew not she was snoozing during their Japanese class.

"What?" Sakura murmured, waking up.

Luckily she was sitting at the very back behind Tomoyo. She saw Syaoran, sitting somewhat of the middle of the class. He was most respected by the senseis and was always rivaling with Sakura. She was hardly respected by the senseis because she wasn't rich and had good outer looks like Syaoran.

But nevertheless, Sakura's heart shattered with every heartbreaking second. She couldn't bear knowing that soon enough, Syaoran would find his true love and she would just be some hand-me-down girl that he had once loved.

As Syaoran walked outside on the large football field of the school, he felt guilt enter his heart. Surprising to him that instead he felt guilt, not hunger since he decided to skip lunch and his crowd of fans and come out here... to think. But, to think for what? He already had the best life anyone would want. Fortune, high school fame, respect, love... everything a normal guy would want. He lived in a mansion – a palace! How could he feel empty on the inside?

Then it hit him. His past, his childhood, his younger life. He left it behind when he started talking trash and tried to act cool. His heart started to slowly shatter. He remembered those good childish times he shared with Sakura and Tomoyo. How they had stayed the same and he changed. He had to admit, Raku was a great yet snobby girlfriend, but... he was missing something. The girl with emerald eyes and her best friend with those amethyst eyes. How they made great friends, yet he threw them away.

What was he saying? Was he turning soft again? They were worthless, no they were great. They were both? Nah, couldn't be. No, they weren't both. They were... worthless. No, great. He didn't know what he was saying. He slowly counted all of the girlfriends he had, starting from Raku and went on down until he finally reached Sakura. His heart started to shatter, piece by piece.

Who is this girl you call "Sakura"? a voice hissed in him.

Who is this girl you say you hate, yet love? Admit it you damn fool! You're in love with her! Not that bitch, Raku! You're in love with Sakura! Admit it! It hissed to him.

Slowly, he began to understand. Understand and shatter. Piece by piece. How did he love this girl? How? He hated her, yet had feelings for her. Her and... and Tomoyo. What? Wait, two-three girls? What?

a/n: Hehe, Syaoran's confused! - Tee hee, anyways, yeah. Thanks for the review(s)! Ja ne for now!