(A/N: Hey ya'll I'm back again, so sorry for the LATE update…plz forgive me..lol…and oh yeah, Sakura's mole is just FLAT for those who want to know…ew, the other kinds are really disgusting…why would I do that to pwoor Sakura? Lol…hurry up and read! )

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Chapter Eleven

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Falling In The Mud

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-Sakura-

"Come on Sakura, I've got to go meet someone," Tomoyo ushered me out of the seats after everything was done and over with. I shrugged then followed her, deciding that she probably would want to talk to me later.

Related..?

I wrapped my arms around myself. Damn, it was so cold. Why did I let Tomoyo talk me into wearing this…this skimpy outfit?

Moles…?

Unconsciously my hand trailed to my cheek remembering the past events, (how could I forget them?) and traced over my mole. Everything seemed so long ago, and so far away. It was like it never really happened with the way Tomoyo was acting about it. I tried to stay patient though…but really how could I? It was almost impossible to stop thinking about it.

My raven-haired friend's cell phone rang again, muffled by her purse. Then, I seriously wanted to laugh right out loud. She never said anything about that song either. Goddamn it all!

Everything inside me was annoyed and intolerant, I just wanted to know a couple of things. And to top it off, I was freezing. Have I yet mentioned that?

"Oh really," Tomoyo purred into the phone, her voice silky, "I'd of thought…" Her face suddenly fell. "Okay fine, I'll meet you in front of the lockers. Yeah, I'm bringing Sakura…" She sounded regretful at the last part. I sneaked a glance across at her, worried if I had upset her somehow. But, my concern didn't last long. Neither did my train of thoughts.

"Come on, Sakura," She motioned wildly for me to follow her when I realized I was about ten meters behind. I, embarrassed at my action, scurried behind her.

We holed our way through the crowds of screaming and loud fans (I was very embarrassed for them too…how could they just stand out there and do that…?) I quickly reprimanded myself nonetheless, since I too had well…cheered for Syaoran. I just wasn't that…forward. Soon, enough, we reached the front of the Locker buildings. But only after, going through several passages and halls from the stadium. And only after, security let us in.

Wow, I had not idea it was this complicated to get to the inner locker buildings. Let alone meet whomever Tomoyo needed to see, in front of the lockers.

A deep voice cut through the air, "Hey Tomo-baby." The guy had dyed dark navy hair, and azure eyes, and dark rimmed glasses.

I searched my mind for a plausible explanation, knowing I must of seen him somewhere before.

"Hey Eriol," She sighed flatly. Eriol! He was the kid who I met yesterday! The kid that Syaoran dragged off before he made any weird accusations at me.

And oddly Syaoran was the person who decided to speak up at the moment. He piped, "Don't worry Tomo, I'll walk her home." I glanced at Tomoyo and then Eriol, finally understanding.

Major Blow.

She didn't tell me she was going to go out with someone? But she tells me we're related due to similar placing of moles. Okay, maybe I was seriously just getting pissed.

And I got ever worse when the meaning of Syaoran's words (who I hate to admit, was hard not to ogle at…even though I'm majorly not in the most pleasant mood) sunk in to my mind.
He was going to walk me home.

God.

He was going to walk me home.

Did I ever even think such a possibility was true? No.

I almost died again, but I still have my six lives.

And the better/worse part is…

… I have a feeling I'm going to be dying a lot around him.

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As always, after Tomoyo and Eriol rushed off to wherever, Syaoran and I were left in that awkward silence, that always resulted in something totally weird.

I mean, I've noticed, we've never just a had a single normal conversation. The first time we were face to face, I ran away. (Well, who wouldn't? I was kind of…embarrassed at having him see me dance like that!) The second, I fainted. The third, I kind of got doubts and starting highly suspecting something was going on.

So now, at our fourth meeting, I knew that I was going to end up with the bitter end. God, I'm seriously damned.

Anyways, I wasn't the only who was feeling somewhat messed up since when I turned around, Syaoran's eyebrows were bunched together in this – cute – yet frustrated expression.

So, I felt it my duty to ask him what was bothering him. However he never got around to answering me.

I sighed.

Destiny just didn't like giving me the answers I wanted.

Did I just make a pun? Damn, what is it with my dry humor in the worst moments? It just like happens! I think I'm being too melodramatic. That is something, that I can totally not relate to.

Tomoyo is rubbing off on me.

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"Whatchya looking at buddy?" I fumed. Who did this guy think he was?

Well, okay, Chris was the runner up of the Insomnia Races, but that didn't mean he had the right to stare at me like that!

"You." The blonde's lips quirked into a slight smirk. I frowned at him. Does he know too about the rumor saying I was mom's murderer? Actually I'm pretty sure everyone knew about it know. God.

Suddenly Syaoran tossed his hoodey at me. I stared at quizzically wondering why he had given me it, but I was cold, so I put it on anyways.

Let me tell you, I died.

It smelled just like him…mmm…

"If you ever get tired of this loser, you know where I am.." I almost broke into a laugh. That was what all this staring was about?

But, then realization hit me. He thought Syaoran and me were together..? He couldn't have. And he couldn't have just asked me to his room. Did he think I was some sort of easy slut or something?

"No I don't, and I really don't care," I snapped at him, turning on my heel. Enough of crap for a day. How much do I need to take?

Anyways, soon enough we were on our way back to the buildings and I was wondering why Syaoran and I were walking. Perhaps, he wanted to promote good health?

"Uh…do you just want to take a bus? We still have like two miles to go…" I asked tentatively. His face paled visibly.

"No way. Are you kidding me? A bus?" I nodded a 'no' , I was not kidding.

"What's so bad about buses?" I prodded. Maybe he had a bad experience…

"They're disgusting…all those germs, it's just unsanitary…who'd go on something like that?"

I stiffened and replied in a flat tone, "Well, it's not like all of us can afford to ride in a Mercedes all time…"

He jolted. "Uh..um..that's not what I meant.."

I huffed, "Yeah, sure." Like I'd buy that snobby excuse anyways. He was just embarrassed to be seen riding a public bus. But, I thought Syaoran wasn't like that at all. I thought he wasn't some stuck up dastardly track athlete. Maybe I was making a huge deal out of nothing.

"Look, I'm a runner, so walking is just a better option.." I ignored it and didn't say anything else since I knew how crabby I sounded.

It was quiet for awhile…and damn was I uncomfortable. It's just the way he makes me feel! I tend to feel…melodramatic, which I noticed I have been throughout the whole day.

But, gladly, the road we were walking on was practically empty (?), so I didn't have to face people's whispering and stuff. That was always a plus.

"Uh.." Syaoran started, "Do you really want to take the bus? We could stop in about a quarter of a mile, there's one."

I whipped my head around to him, and smiled. I couldn't but help feeling girlishly excited. He would take the bus, for me! That was adorable.

"That's okay," I grinned sunnily. He looked at me puzzled for a while then shrugged, smiling back.

We continued to walk when Syaoran's cell phone started ringing. He dived into his pockets and pulled out a model of a cell phone, I swear I had never even seen before.

"Hi Mama," He answered dully. So flatly that it made burst out into peals of laughter.

He tossed me a strange look and continued to chant a series of 'yes' and 'no' 's.

"No, Mama.."

"Yes, Mama…"

"Yes, Mama, why are you asking me that?"

"What do you think? Of course I'm wearing clean-"

"What is this? Twenty Questions?"

"When did you care?"

It was quite amusing actually and I couldn't help but giggle.

Whoa.

Rewind.

It was quite amusing actually and I couldn't help but giggle.

I am not giggling. Okay I am. I couldn't help it! Really. Otherwise why would I be making such a fool of myself?

"Uh.." Syaoran smiled at me, god he was cute, "Do you always talk to yourself?" My eyes widened, and I kept on laughing like crazy.

"Why are you laugh-"

THUD- He slipped and landed on his rear end with a contempt expression on his face.

"Fuck!" I doubled over with laughter at his comment and soon enough-

THUD- I fell too.

I titled my head at him, smiling shyly, and he beamed playfully back. All I can say is that right now both of us were in a mud glob. Covered in…mud.

Suddenly I felt a slight trickle emerge on my cheek, and I lifted my hand up to touch it.

"Is it rain-" A larger 'trickle' fell on us and instantly we were drenched. Which meant Syaoran and I were now covered in mud AND were extremely wet.

My laughter couldn't be controlled, and I could tell Syaoran thought I was laughing at him. Which I was, but hey…

He frowned then smirked playfully at me. Picking up a glob of mud, he aimed it straight at me.

"What do you-" I felt something disgusting go down my back. That creep! He put it down my back!

"You gross little weirdo!" I groaned…then a picked up a glob of mud myself and threw it right in his..

…face!

He swore again and I started laughing again.

Suddenly he spoke, "You should laugh more…"

I turned my face to him raising my eyebrows wondering what exactly he meant by that.

"Well, you're always looking so sulky and down trodden whenever I see you in the hallways at school…" I shot him a quizzical look, he had seen me in the hallways? How come I never saw him? That was besides the point anyways. He just told me not to be so depressed all the time, didn't he? I felt my anger rising.

"Well," I mimicked, "Do you expect me to rejoice after my mother's death and having being confronted as a killer?" The words that left my mouth were far too rigid and cold, unlike my prior behavior. I was mad now. He just had to ruin our fun by bringing that up didn't he? Ruin my stinking day, why don't you little-

"Hey," He raised his hands in defense, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to see you a little more cheerful, and taking this in a positive way…I mean, you have to make the best of it…"

"Yeah, but I don't see people whispering and sending you glares when you walk past them in the hallways! Tell me to be happy about that!" I countered. God, this guy was preaching me? Who did he think he was?

He looked away a little speechless at that point. I spoke again, "Look, why don't we just get home?" He nodded and gave me hand up.

"I'm sorry…" He apologized in the silence, "I really didn't mean that way.."

"Then how did you mean it? Isn't it what you said? 'You should laugh more..'" I felt rotten, crabby and horrible.

He suddenly turned to me, his eyes wide, "Hey, are you PMS-ing-"

Weird enough I felt heat rise to my cheeks, "I am not!" He laughed, and I fumed.

"You are a monster, a dastard, an evil dragon, a stupid.-." I continued to ramble. He laughed harder.

My voice got louder, "Stop laughing at me you pompous-"

"Will you shut-up?" He snorted laughing again.

"No," I replied and he grabbed my wrists.

I gasped, suddenly feeling cold.

"You'll shut up, now?" He smirked, leaning closer to my face. His amber eyes twinkled mischeviously.

I nodded.

(A/N: I know it's a totally weird-o chapter…w/Sakura having all her mood swings n stuff…lol, well review!)