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Chapter 5: Friendships

(Sakura's P.O.V)

"How did you-?" I repeated again, lost of words. How did she-? How did she reconize me? I was speechless. My throat felt dry and I could no longer speak.

Briiing!

Saved by the bell, I guess you could say. I sped off to homeroom, ignoring the black haired girl. It was rude of me not to say anything, but I was overwhelmed with shock.

Her ruby eyes pierced right through my soul. It was damn freaky. I had to stay away from her.

Reaching for my seat, I realized it was too late. Someone had taken it. Guess who? That arrogant jerk, Mr. Li Syaoran.

"Oh sorry. Did I take your seat, Kinomoto?" In the corner of my eye, I could see him grin stupidly at me. Oh how I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Facing the other way, I sat in the seat next to him. I needed to avoid looking at him at all costs.

I made a mistake and I don't want it happening again.

Closing my eyes, I rested my head on my arms. I growled in annoyance, feeling someone poke my side.

"No comebacks? Kinomoto, are you feeling okay?" My eyes shot open feeling his hand on my forehead. His shadow hovered over me, making me feel small.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. Damn! Couldn't that guy leave me alone for one day?

"Whoa, calm down. Just checking your temperature. You seem fine, but your face is sure flushed-"

"Alright class, settle down." It's about time the teacher got here. "I'm happy to announce that we have a new student!" The class brast into loud commotion.

"Yeah! A new student!"

"I hope he's cute!"

"Not another dude!"

"Let's hope it's a chick." Pathetic people.

"Settle down. It is neither a 'dude' nor a 'chick'." Replied the teacher. "This person is what you call a 'young lady'." Hahaha.

"Yeah! It's a chick-!" The class went dead silent as the girl walked into the room. Oh crap. Please let this be a dream. Please let this be a dream-Ouch.

It... isn't a dream. It's her alright. I am doomed.

"Nice to meet you all! I'm Meiling Li, Syaoran's dear cousin-" That was all I heard before I paled. Oh my god. She-She's his cousin! Cousin! Which means... they're related! I am so screwed!

"Pssst. Kinomoto!" Syaoran whispered. "You look a little pale. Are you sure you're okay?" No, I'm not okay! My mind screamed. She's your cousin! You two are related! Cousins share thoughts! Which means, you'll soon find out who I am!

"Would anyone like to show Li-san around the school?" A few hands shot up but my mind was not functioning. She's his cousin! They're related! I am-

"Sakura would like to, Sir." said Syaoran. Huh? What? I shot him a questioning glance.

"Kinomoto-san, would you please give Li-san a tour of the school?" WHAT? I did not agree to this! That-that jerk!

Slowly gathering my belongings, I growled into his ears, "You are so dead."

"Hey! You looked out of if, so I thought I would volunteer you so you could skip class! Don't get me wrong, teasing you is no fun when you're sick." He whispered back. Thanks Li, you idiot.

Now I get to skip class with your oh so dear cousin.

I must be cursed. Cursed I tell you.

I left the class with Meiling right behind me. Hopefully if I talk fast enough, I could get this tour over and done with! Then I can get back to class! ...Not likely. Who am I kidding? I am going to be bombarded with questions.


Surprisingly, the tour went by quickly. Meiling did not bring up any questions about anything other than the tour. She respects my privacy. Which I am really grateful for.

"Hey, Sakura?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna chill out here 'til lunch starts?" Glancing at my watch, it read 12:15. 15 minutes 'til lunch. There is no way I am going back to class. Nuh uh. Not when the sun is out, shining brightly.

"Definately." I slid to the ground, tilting my head up, leaning on the tree. Closing my eyes, I felt the cool autumn breeze brush against my skin. It felt refreshing. There was a moment of silence before Meiling spoke up,

"Sakura, I know your hiding something, but I'm not going to pressure you into telling me. Whenever you feel the need to talk to someone, I'm here." It took a while for me to register her words. She was offering to be my friend...?

"...Thanks Meiling." I said with a smile.


The week had gone by quite slow and finally it had come. Friday night.

I found myself wandering to Penguin Park. What for? I wonder. Was it because I wanted to see the night sky? Or was it the urge to become a child again? Or was it the fact that I felt lonely and was hoping to see Syaoran again? Wait. Where did that last thought come from! Argh. I'm going insane.

"Stupid thoughts." I muttered, walking to a near by bench. Hugging my knees, I stared up at the dark gray cloudy sky. Looks like it'll be raining any minute now. Stupid of me not to bring an umberella.

Feeling weight on the bench, I turned to my right. And I suddenly wished I never did. There he was. The one that I was hoping to see tonight...

There goes my thoughts again.

"Hey," Syaoran greeted me with a smile. That charming smile of his. That smile that could make any girl melt. Not me though.

Stop denying it. It won't you do any good. Just admit it. You like him.

Ignoring the voices in my head, I greeted him too with a smile as I spoke in a soft voice, "Hey." I never thought I would see the day where I would talk to Syaoran nicely. But when I'm around him, I feel different. Don't ask why. I'm not so sure myself. And I sure would not like to find out. Some things are better off left alone. Like me, myself and I.

"I can see that you like my sweater" Syaoran said as he chuckled lightly.

Damn right, she does.

Shut up. I'm only wearing his sweater because he smells damn good-I mean I was going to return it. I didn't want to carry it okay?

"I-uh, I was going to return it to you." He shook his head.

"Ying Fa, it's okay. You keep it. I'm sure it'll be good use to you." What was he saying? That I'm a slut? Well. So much for his nice side.

As if reading my mind, he replied, "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I meant-Just keep it for memory's sake." And there he goes smiling again. Memory's sake? What kind of gibberish is in his head? Oh well. I guess that's another sweater for me.

"Ying Fa..." He began, breaking the silence. "Will you-Do you-Err.. Do you think we could work out?" A question out of the blue. I stared at him for a moment. Was he... Was he asking me out?