Author's Notes:
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Disclaimer:
I don't own CCS.
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Chapter 2
"Whoa," I said as I pushed the guy away. "I don't think I'm the one you're talking about."
I just disobeyed my father. I am talking to a stranger. Or maybe he was not a stranger. He knew my name. And he dared to come up to me and hug me.
"You are the one I'm talking about!" he said as if desperately. "Sakura! Don't you know me?"
I stared at him. After my accident, I became a little paranoid that I could have known anyone—maybe this guy was one. Yeah, I think I know him but I could not remember him! "Sorry, I don't think I know you," I said softly at him, trying to shrug off his hands around me.
"I'm Syaoran!" he almost shouted. His grip on my shoulders tightened. "Li Syaoran! You know me!"
I shook my head and began feeling scared. "Sorry, mister, I don't think I'm the person you think I am," I said. "I don't really know who you are." More of: I don't exactly know who you are.
Before he could speak again, the door was opened. Tomoyo and Eriol were standing there and gasped when they saw the guy.
"Get out of here!" Tomoyo said to the guy. The Syaoran guy released me as he stared at Eriol.
Eriol, on the other hand, was trying his best to cover me from the guy's sight. "How dare you!" Syaoran said angrily. "How dare you people do this to me? Eriol, you were my best friend!"
"Leave!" Tomoyo said again determinedly. "Don't make a scandal!"
With that, I stared around. Few people from the lobby were looking at us now. The receptionist had her hands on the phone—maybe getting ready to call the police or something.
"Trust me, Tomoyo!" the guy was saying. "I can do whatever I want in here! And fine, for now, I will leave. But I will get to the bottom of all this. Trust me."
The guy looked at me one last time and glared at Eriol. He walked to the elevator and soon, he was out of sight.
"What was that all about?" I heard myself asking my best friend and my boyfriend.
They just looked at me and pretended that they did not hear me. Eriol started to bring me back inside the room without saying anything but I stopped him. "I need to go to the bathroom," I told him.
"I'll come with you," Tomoyo said and Eriol nodded.
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"How come he knows you then?" I asked Tomoyo as she was retouching my make-up. "He even said that Eriol was his best friend."
"Sakura, just ignore him, ok?" Tomoyo said, smiling as she was done with my make-up. "We better go. The guests are waiting for you."
Figuring out that I could not fish something out from Tomoyo, I gave up and followed her out of the bathroom. When we came back to the room, everyone clapped once again. Wow, I was so being welcomed around this night.
My 18 wines were done and I must tell you, I did not feel drunk at all. I think Touya chose a wine that has a very low alcoholic level. It would help anyhow because I still had to dance and I still had to sing.
Before I knew it, the night was over. I was saying good-bye to all my friends. It was Spring Break, so the most probable day that I would see them again would be after a week or so. I would miss them. Oh well, we could call each other and hang out at a mall anyways.
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I could not get her image out of my mind. It had been two days since I saw her again. Eriol refused to return my calls when I had called him last night. Tomoyo picked up her phone but hung up on me without even saying 'hello'.
Touya did the same. Probably Tomoyo had told him that I was back. I did not dare to put Sakura's dad into this. He did not know that I had loved Sakura. Besides, maybe he does not even know who I am! He was always busy as Sakura had told me.
The point is: they had lied to me. They had told me one stupid lie and are blaming me for hurting Sakura that I have no memory of doing. They were totally keeping her away from me.
Worst of all, she does not remember me! How sad is that? Now I realize that: loving a person who refused to love you back is better than not being recognized by the one you love most.
Sakura had told me before I left: 'The things that are remembered are the ones that are forgotten.'
So if ever she would remember me any time soon—that means that she had forgotten about me.
But even if she had forgotten about me—that does not mean that she cannot remember me. I will make her remember.
I swear I will. And she will.
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"One choco frappe, please," Sakura ordered. She paid for her drink and sat down to wait.
There were not many people in Starbucks that morning which was odd. There was a guy sitting near the glass window, who was staring out of nowhere and who seemed to be deep in thought. A couple was sitting not far from him. They were having a deep conversation. Two tables were occupied by two students who were both studying a textbook. Besides them, there was no one else.
"One choco frappe for Sakura," the Starbucks guy said loudly. She walked up to the counter to get her drink. She smiled a thank you to the guy and walked to where the straws were.
Sakura placed her drink on the counter and took one straw. She peeled it open and when she was about to put her straw to her drink, someone took it.
"Excuse me?" she said, looking at the guy then recognizing him but she ignored the fact that they had met before. "That's my drink, for your information. I paid for it and you are stealing it."
"I'm sorry, miss," the guy said, smirking. "Your drink just happened to be blocking my way to get sugar."
Sakura rolled her eyes and took her drink from the guy. "And now it's not, so get your sugar. I'm outta here."
The guy that happened to be Syaoran spoke no more but followed Sakura out of Starbucks. He saw her get in her silver CRV. Before she started her engine, she saw him getting on his own car too which was beside hers.
Sakura rolled her eyes once more and ignored him. She started to drive her car backwards out of the parking lot. When she was finally on the road, Syaoran's car blocked her way and he took his time getting out of his parking space.
Sakura sipped on her drink and honked at Syaoran many times. The security guard at Starbucks, on the other hand, saw the scene but chose not to do anything because he knew who he would be dealing with—the millionaire Syaoran Li.
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Happy that I had claimed my driver's license early in the morning, I borrowed Touya's car for the day. I drove to Starbucks to get a frappe before going to this modeling company Tomoyo referred to me.
Coincidentally, the guy last night was there. He took my drink accusing it to be 'blocking' his sugar. What the—Whatever. I would not let him ruin my day so I went out.
But he would not just stop. He purposely slowed down getting into the driveway! And that dumb security guard at Starbucks did not do anything!
What a way to spend my first day being officially 18. Syaoran, as far as I know that is his name, was driving in front of me. I had finished my drink and I was not even half way to the modeling company.
Seriously, this dude drives so slowly or maybe he's purposely doing it. Urgh, he is so annoying.
Just because he was sent away by Tomoyo last night from my party does not mean that he can annoy me! I checked if the other lane that was going the other way was empty, it was so I sped up and tried to pass over Syaoran's car—I failed as one fast Porsche was going my way.
Good thing I went back behind Syaoran's car on time. The Porsche almost ran over me even though I am driving a bigger car.
Not wanting to put my life in any danger, I went on that speed until I reached the modeling company. Odd, Syaoran stopped too at the same building.
I parked the car then I saw Syaoran's car parked not so far from my own. I walked my way to the elevator where Syaoran followed me.
This is getting annoying. Seriously.
Were we really going to the same place or is this guy just following me? If it was the latter, he's a dead man. I hate dealing with stalkers.
I wished so hard to have people at least in the elevator when it opened but there was none. It was completely empty. I hesitantly went in and Syaoran followed. He was smirking and I hate that smirk from the moment I saw it!
I pressed '10' which was the floor of the studio. He didn't even bother pressing a floor number. Oh man, we are going to the same place. Sucks.
But I really had to speak up.
"Look," I turned towards him. "I told you already that I don't know you right? So why the heck follow me?"
"Sorry for last night," he then said slowly. Then suddenly, his expression changed. "How dare you accuse me of following you!" he exclaimed and I slightly jumped hearing his voice so loud. "I am not a stalker! And mind you, I was there at Starbucks first!"
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes. "So what business do you have here huh?"
"That is none of your business," he said, ending the conversation.
"Whatever you say, party wrecker," I hissed at him then avoided further eye contact with him.
"I did not 'wreck' your party, Sakura," he chimed. "Tomoyo kicked me out, remember? And I swear to you, if your guests had seen me, your party will completely be ruined."
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The elevator rang open. Sakura quickly stepped out of the elevator, so did Syaoran. "And doesn't it bother you that someone you don't know knows you?" Syaoran was saying behind her.
Before Sakura opened the door to the studio, she faced Syaoran. "And what exactly do you know about me?" she asked in a challenging voice.
"Aside from the fact that your birthday is on April 4," he began. "Your brother's name is Touya—seven years older than you. Your father's name is Fujitaka—a university professor—always busy for you sometimes. Your mother died when you were three. She was a model."
Sakura stopped him on that. "You can get that information from anywhere," she pointed out.
"Shut up! I'm not done yet!" he snapped. "You were a cheerleader. You had a big crush on Jesse McCartney back in elementary. You and Tomoyo had been best friends since forever. You hate math. You hate ghost stories. Your favorite color is pink. What else do you wanna know?"
Sakura stood there silently for a moment then looked at him straight in his eyes. She ignored that fact that somewhere in her mind, those pair of amber eyes rang a bell to her. "Do you know about the accident?" she then asked him.
He was surprised of course. Was an accident the reason why they told her she died? Was that when they had lost her for two minutes?
"You don't know, do you?" Sakura said. "Then you don't really have something I need."
"What exactly do you need?" he asked.
"Why would I tell it to someone that I don't know?" she asked back then walked inside the studio.
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I found out that Sakura was the new model that my mom's modeling company had hired. I figured out too that Tomoyo had recommended her. Hmph, Maybe Tomoyo did not know that our family owns this.
So if an accident had caused Sakura to die, what's it gotta do with me?
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After the photo shoot, I called Touya while driving and he kept avoiding my question by telling me to stop driving while talking to him on the phone.
"Sakura, driving while on the phone is not safe!" Touya was shouting over the phone. "You had an accident before! We don't want to lose you again! So stop the damn car and maybe I will answer your question!"
"Touya, stop acting paranoid," I told him calmly. "I'm using earphones, dumb ass. It's safe. So answer me! What do you know about this Syaoran guy?"
"Nothing!" he shouted.
"I know you know something! C'mon! Tell me!"
"We'll talk about this later, Sakura," he said then hung up.
Syaoran Li. Who are you?
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Author's Notes:
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