Disclaimer: I wish I owned Card Captor Sakura, but I don't. Oh well, maybe next lifetime.

Summary: It's been five years since Sakura and Syaoran have seen each other. Yet, they still recall the one summer when they had met. Sakura was moving from her hometown into a new one, not knowing what to expect. She is recovering from a broken heart and has told herself that she would never fall in love again and get hurt. Syaoran was a guy that was wanted by many, but never wanted to have a serious girlfriend. He didn't believe in love and thought it was a pure waste of time. They become fast friends and Sakura learned to break her vow. Then Syaoran does something they both regret…

Summer Romance

You Again

8:50.

8:50, turning to 8:51 in about ten seconds.

...crap...

How could Sakura be so careless?

Typical behavior. It was only the first day and already she was late. Classes started at 9:00 and where was she? At home, panicking while trying to find out where she had put her backpack at the same time. The school was about twenty minutes away

at least on foot, if you're lucky not to get lost and knowing Sakura, she will get lost, without a doubt.

Life was so unfair. It's not even her fault! She had set her alarm clock for 7:30 and then another alarm just in case. She even had her outfit all set and on the chair, folding nice and neat.

And for some reason, it didn't go off.

That might be her fault. She forgot to turn on the alarm. That was probably why she didn't wake up on time.

But no one had to know that. She's going to say it was all Touya's fault! Blame it on her big brother; that always worked.

For once in her life, however, she wished Touya was home to have woken her up. Sakura was absolutely sure that he would have woken her up... well, probably with a bike horn or a microphone, but still, it would have gotten her up least right? AND ON TIME.

But noooo Touya had to go work this early in the morning. Life was so unfair.

She better remember to yell at him later on, but right now, she has other things to worry about.

Such as…

How did her backpack get in Touya's room? And more importantly, why was it in the bathtub?

Syaoran yawned. He already knew where the school would be, who would be teaching him, and where the classes are, all thanks to his mother. He even had accessed to all the classes due to his mother's popular status. He had an extra key to the school and all the classrooms just in case. However, there was one thing he didn't know.

How come his mother didn't tell him how incredibly boring the class was yesterday on the phone? Well, he suspected it would have been, but he could have used another warning about the intensity of the boredom radiating in the room. Mr. What's-His Name-Again was reviewing over something on the board that he knew already and was currently checking his watch on his wrist for what seemed like the millionth time.

First class wasn't so bad—the teacher, Mrs. What-Is-Her-Name was too busy trying to get the students to play a stupid introduction game, where you had five minutes to get to know one another.

It really was stupid.

This was what he said to every single person:

"Hi, the name is Syaoran."

Pause.

"From Hong Kong."

Pause.

"No, I'm not college. Yes I'm sure. If I was, why do you think I'm here, taking classes to start college? Yes, I'm very sure."

And if it was a female:

"Why, thank you, I'm flattered, but I don't see why I need to spend more time with someone like you more than it is necessary."

He actually had quite a bit of fun. One of the girls he talked with burst into tears when he had said that line and ran out of the room. The teacher had given him a dirty look but all Syaoran could do was smile innocently and shrug.

Typical.

He was about to take his IPOD out of this backpack to drown out the teacher with his music when his eyes drifted towards the doorway and his eyes fell upon a very familiar looking emerald eyed person.

Very familiar looking.

Sakura wanted to die. She never felt more embarrassed than she did now.

She had run as fast as she could to get to class, dreading the look of the teacher and the students who had been smart enough to get there on time. She had gotten lost a few times. She decided not to trust six years old on directions anymore, even if they look really cute.

And already, it was second period. She had missed first period completely. Second period not only begun already, but was already half way done. She only hoped the teacher wouldn't give her a hard time; it was the first day after all. You cannot blame her for any of this!

The teacher with a balding head, stared at her through his glasses with a look of disapproval. "Young lady, may I help you?"

Sakura's face flushed red. "Uh… I'm supposed to be in this class," she said, resisting the urge to run out of the room and back into her comfortable bed. She shifted nervously in the staring eyes from her classmates.

"I'm not sure if you realize this, but this class started thirty minutes ago."

The students snickered, and Sakura's face (if possible) went even redder in humiliation than before. "I-I..."

"Sit down, and I hope the next time, you have a clock somewhere in your house that will let you know the time."

Satisfied the torture was over, she hurriedly walked around the desks and sat behind some tall guy with messy hair. She set her backpack down gently on the floor and tried to pay attention to him. It was the last she could do for being late but decided against it after two minutes. She already knew all this stuff and learned this in freshman year. Where had the professor been? Everyone already knew this.

She decided to take out a spiral and start drawing instead.

"Young lady, may I help you?"

Syaoran smiled in amusement. Why, lookie here. This was a small world after all. This was the same chick he saw a while back at the playground. What was her name again? Was it Sarah or Saki or something? Well, close enough.

At least that got the geezer to stop talking.

"Uh… I'm supposed to be in this class."

"I'm not sure you realize this, but class started thirty minutes ago."

Syaoran heard his fellow classmates laugh as if it was funny and frowned. What was so funny exactly? Just because the girl was late didn't give them the right to ridicule her.

"Sit down, and I hope the next time, you have a clock somewhere in your house that will let you know the time."

Syaoran listened as she walked around and took a seat behind him. He almost sighed in disappointment when the teacher went back to teaching some stupid problem he could do in his sleep, but all good things had to come to an end.

Okay, any minute now, the bell will ring and I can leave this stupid class.

Soon enough, the bell rang few seconds later, and Sakura stood up in satisfaction along with the rest of the class. She had a brilliant plan. As long as she kept sitting behind this tall guy, she could easily take out her IPOD and listen while she was in class. Besides, this guy was so tall, the teacher probably couldn't even see her from up there. Thank God for tall people. Now she was grateful for being short.

She walked out of the classroom and took out a piece of paper that had her schedule and a map of the small campus and studied it for a while.

Let's see, where is my next class… Oh, Anatomy… don't I dissect a cat in this course?

"Well, well, we meet again."

Sakura turned around and to stare into the amber eyes of... dang, what was his name again? Oh yeah, Syaoran something. She had forgotten about him, she hadn't expected him to be here.

She looked at him, especially the familiar colored shirt. Sakura started to curse herself when she finally realized that it was he who she had chosen to sit behind just minutes ago. Oh no.

"Hmm, so true," she said, imitating his tone. "I didn't think you would be here."

He shrugged. "Didn't think you would be here either, how wild is that? So, that's really great how you came into class, you know, only thirty minutes late."

"Thanks."

"No problem Sarah."

"It's Sakura," Sakura corrected him, emphasizing her last syllables. She started to frown. He was so much nicer on the car ride home, what had changed? Must be because he's in public and there were people around.

"Oh, sorry," he said, brushing it off, not really meaning it. "Listen, I would love to stay and chat, but I wouldn't want to be late for my Anatomy class." he told her as a greeting before walking down the crowded hallway.

Anatomy class? That jerk… I can't believe I had the same class with him! Grr… and to think that I thought he would be a nice guy! So much for that idea.

As if Syaoran heard her thoughts, he turned around and winked at her. "Well, are you coming? Or maybe you would like to stand there and be late again? Your call."

Sakura blushed lightly and recovered quickly, hurrying to catch him.

-TBC-

Hi guys... long time no see? For all those who are still alive and reading this stupid story looks around to check signs of living things Nope, thought so. But just in case, I'm going to apologize for the delay in this chapter. Sadly to say, I am still not interested in Card Captor Sakura anymore and I am not very inspired to write about this... but I know I hate it when I read a really nice story but the author had stopped updating and I don't want to be one of those people so...

But really, it really is sad when I have to force myself to update and type this up. I hope that my lack of enthusiasm does not influence this story in any way and I am sorry if I'm offending you by this author's comment.

Anyway, if you still care, drop me a line... cuss at me, flame me, whatever. Just to make sure there are people who still care about this story.

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