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Chapter 3: The Rain
Sakura did not show up at their 9 o' clock photo shoot that they had to call it off. The director did not mind though. Syaoran did. Of course Syaoran did. He was the reason Sakura walked out. Sakura walked out because he was being too nice.
The most childish thing he had ever heard. Duh. It's Sakura—what more could he expect? It made him wonder: is she always like that? Does she really make the person who is being nice to her miserable? Why can't she just be thankful that he's nice to her now?
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"Didn't you ever want me to stop bullying you around?" Syaoran asked Sakura on Monday morning at school. Sakura once again was late yesterday for their photo-shoot.
Syaoran had to run after her just to talk her because she had been ignoring him the whole time yesterday and today. Other people started to become curious why the biggest bully around school was running after his favorite person to bully.
"Li, don't you get it?" Sakura said. "I love being bullied around by you because I get to laugh at your ignorance. But now, I can't do it anymore because you know the truth about me. I lost and you finally won."
"So this is all a game for you?" Syaoran asked her.
"Isn't it?" Sakura asked back. They were standing so close to each other and they were in the middle of the hallway. Classes had just ended and everyone was on their ways to their extracurricular activities but they had to stop to watch the scene.
"Kinomoto, if you're asking me the reason why I tease you around—well, it's because I just want to," Syaoran replied.
"Well if you're asking me the reason why I don't want you to be nice to me—it's because I just want to," Sakura told him. Syaoran did not reply at this so Sakura started walking away from him.
When she was almost near to the parking lot, Syaoran called out her name. "Kinomoto!"
With an exasperated sigh, Sakura looked back at him. "Why can't we be friends?" Syaoran asked her, seemingly desperate.
Sakura ignored him and continued walking to her car. Syaoran did not bother to follow after her.
Instead, he had decided to give it all up. He would be the same as before. He would forget about knowing that his 'enemy' is his idol's sister. He would never ever attempt to be nice to her again. He would never ask again to be friends with her. That was it.
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Sakura did not know why she refused to be friends with Syaoran. Maybe it was her only way to stop feeling uncomfortable with his kindness but no. She had refused and chose to ignore him.
She was scared of one thing—falling in love with Syaoran. Out of all the people she could fell in love with, she rather not with Syaoran. Not with the person whom she hated everything about.
Why is she even regretting now? Being friends with Syaoran would be a total mistake so there is absolutely nothing to regret about.
To kill time and to keep Syaoran out of her system, Sakura decided to play volleyball. She wanted to play soccer but it would only remind her of Syaoran and his victory. She walked towards the town's club.
When she got there, no one else was in the gym so she played with herself. She was spiking the ball so hard against the wall that it would have been broken if she didn't stop from time to time. Anyone watching could clearly sense her anger by the way she hits the ball.
It was now 5:00 pm. Sakura decided to leave and go back home. She forgot her cell phone at home so her father must have been worried sick about her.
On her way out, she wondered why there are only few people in the club. Most of the time, the place would be packed and there would be a couple of practice games. How come there are not much people around today?
When she went out, she figured it out. It was raining hard. The wind was strong. The road was empty. No one dared to walk with that kind of weather.
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So how am I suppose to go home now with a volleyball and a sweaty outfit? If I run back home, I'm going to be sick tomorrow. I cannot be absent tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the last photo-shoot before the fashion show. It would cost me my job if I am going to be absent.
Syaoran would not just be angry at me—he would be frustrated! Urgh. Why am I thinking about him again?
Oh whatever… Here goes nothing.
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Sakura ran as fast as she could. She only stopped when she saw a waiting shed that apparently did not do a great job to keep her dry.
'Great,' she thought. 'Talk about all the taxes every family in this town is paying and this is all we get? A waiting shed with a freakin' hole on the roof!'
With a sigh, Sakura started running again only to be stopped by a loud roar of thunder. She was so surprised that she had let go of her volleyball.
Sakura was not able to run after it quickly because a car passed by and honked at her when she had moved a muscle. When the car was finally out of sight, Sakura, unfortunately, did not know where her volleyball had rolled.
"Freaking hell of a car!" she cursed under her breath.
Even though, there was zero percent that the ball was still 'alive', Sakura continued looking for it until her surroundings were completely dark.
She had to find it. It was her first ball and it was her favorite ball. It was even her mother's ball! Her mother was not a sporty person but she had bought that volleyball, hoping that her daughter would be a sporty one.
Sakura was sporty, alright so she would let the ball to be gone. Not today. Tomorrow is her mother's death anniversary.
Sakura stared at herself. She was soaking wet. She decided to take a break so she rested by the road. She did not care if the road was dirty. She was wet anyway.
Then a car stopped where she is making her look up. Inside the car was no other than Syaoran Li. The person she least expected to find where she was right now.
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I did not know why it just rained all of a sudden. We were supposed to have a soccer practice today for the game on Saturday but coach had to call it off because we certainly could not practice with a terrible weather.
I decided to go straight home but when I was driving my car, something caught my attention. Someone was sitting on the side of this empty road and I could not fight my curiosity to know who that girl is.
Auburn hair.
"Kinomoto?" I said, opening my car window to the girl sitting on the side of the road. Indeed it was Sakura Kinomoto.
She stood up without bothering to look at me. She started walking and I followed her with my car.
"What the hell Kinomoto!" I yelled at her. "You're getting yourself sick! Come inside!"
"I can't," was her soft reply.
"Why not?" I asked her. Yeah, why not?
"I have to find something," she replied.
"What?"
"My ball is gone," she explained. "I need to look for it."
"Look for it tomorrow," I told her. It's just a damn ball. Why would she risk her health just to look for it?'
"I need it," she said once again. She seemed to be not herself. She seemed possessed and at the same time, drained.
She looked weak and I swear, if it wasn't raining, I could clearly see tears streaming out of her eyes.
With that, I stopped my car and went out. I did not care if I was as soaked as Sakura. All I need to do now is to get her out of the rain.
"Look, I can help you look for you ball but not today," I tired explaining to her. She looked at me and for once, I noticed that her emerald eyes are the greatest shade of green I had ever seen.
"Thanks but I don't need your help," she said to me. She tried to shove me off her way but she fainted.
Good thing I caught her before she hit the ground.
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It was unknown to me where I was but wherever I was, I felt like this is where I belong. I slightly opened my eyes and saw the person carrying me to a warm place—Syaoran Li. I belong here. In his arms.
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To be continued…
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