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Hurt Me

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Classes were finally over!

I will finally see Syaoran and talk to him. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and sighed. Why was it so freaking hot all of a sudden?

I looked around the corridor and noticed that I was alone. Alone. No need to be so conservative with myself now, I assured myself. No one would see me… no one. So. It's alright if I took off my blouse, right? Because I have a sleeveless shirt underneath and it's sort of thick and it's really hot and—

I slowly took off my blouse and fanned myself with my hand. Sigh! Slightly better now, I thought happily. Annoyingly, Syaoran still hasn't shown up yet! I fumed, pacing back and forth on the shiny floor of the hallway.

Where was he?

I continued to pace and scratched my head, irritated. I groaned out loud as I felt that sweat started to drip further to my cheeks unto my neck. So. Bloody. Hot!

My thick sleeveless shirt started to get translucent as it clung unto my back and chest because of the icky sweat that was continuously produced by my traitorous body. I gritted my teeth.

"If he's going to take longer, I'm gonna—"

"—gonna what, Kinomoto?"

I froze.

Um!

"—going to go home?" I said uncertainly and turned to bow at Syaoran Li's calm, smirking form. "Konnichiwa, Li-sempai." I muttered, blushing furiously.

Syaoran ignored my greeting and proceeded to walk past me. I watched him with my mouth wide agape. What—what the hell? I ran towards him and walked by his side as soon as I caught up with him. I looked at him through half-glaring eyes.

"Li-sempai?" I asked, deathly curious and frustrated.

Silence.

"Li-sempai!" I whined, tugging at his arm persistently.

Nothing.

"Li!" He turned to me, his brow arched upward, questioning silently.

"Yes?" He asked quietly, teasingly. "What do you want, Kinomoto?"

"What I want?" I questioned incredulously, my eyes widening. "You must be mistaken, Li, because you were the one to call for me!" I screeched.

He seemed to be repressing his chuckles. "Oh? I don't remember such a thing!" He said innocently.

I was close on whacking him on the head… repeatedly. The nerve! Why did I have a crush on him on the first place? I started to question my sanity.

"Well, since you're here, Kinomoto," he whispered softly, uneasy. "Would you care for a quick drink?"

I stared at him. Was he… was he implying that we go to some sort of… date! My mind was going berserk. Such thoughts, such actions, 'tis was a weird day, indeed. I stuttered.

"Like a… date?"

My heart fluttered happily, eagerly.

He chuckled. "I'm just asking if you'd like to have a drink with me. In other words, no, not a date."

Disappointment suddenly came crashing and reality bit… hard.

"Oh."

I knew that he knew that this was getting a bit awkward but I find it difficult to face that… he didn't mind at all. I watched him. Fascinated by his structure, his aristocratic features, and his attitude. Just overall, himself.

"Is there something on my face?"

I blinked.

"Huh?"

He was looking at me, amused. "I said, is there something on. My. Face?"

I blushed and looked away, shaking my head. "N-no," I choked. "Nothing at all."

He smirked. "Really now," he mused, lightly stretching his arms above his head. "Well, if there's nothing on my face, you shouldn't have been looking so intently."

I blushed wildly.

Oh.

He chuckled. "Nevertheless, we're already here."

I looked up nervously and sighed. A small teahouse came into view and a cute little girl in a dress welcomed us. She smiled at us adorably and waved.

"Konnichiwa, minna-san." She squealed happily. "Welcome to my sister's teahouse!"

I giggled and Syaoran raised an entertained brow.

"Hello little girl," I murmured in glee. We passed by her and as we did, I ruffled the girl's hair gently, amusedly.

We went inside and a gasp passed my lips. Kawaii. Medium looking coffee tables adorned each corner with cute chairs surrounding them. Plush red carpets rested underneath their feet. The ambiance was plain yet calm and soothing.

I ogled on one particular looking cake that was displayed inside the refrigerator on the front. Mouth-dripping wonder!

I heard distant chuckling at my back. I looked at Syaoran and frowned at his grinning face. "Humph! Meanie." I whined.

He looked away from me and turned to the cashier near us. "Can we have a piece of that strawberry cake?" He asked, taking out a wad of his money. "Also," he turned to me, still grinning. "What would you like to drink?"

I reddened and coyly murmured, "anything's fine."

He nodded his head. "Two milkshakes."

The girl behind the counter nodded her head and flirtatiously winked at Syaoran. He ignored her and walked towards me. I felt my knees go weak. He prefers me rather than that pretty girl!

I resisted the urge to hyperventilate.

Silly me!

"Shall we find a seat?"

I nodded my head, suppressing the need to swoon over him. His voice, so deep… so rich… so bloody alluring! I mentally scolded myself.

"Um, right." We found a seat near the back.

Silence ensued as soon as we sat ourselves down. My forehead creased slightly and my cheeks flushed, I wondered how the hell we ended up having a drink over schoolwork. Curiosity got the best of me so—

"Li-sempai," I murmured. "What did you want to talk about?"

He blushed and turned his gaze away. "Actually," he mumbled. "I wanted to ask you about…"

"Sakura!"

My gaze tore away from Syaoran's flushed, adorable face and traveled towards Tomoyo's beaming face. I smiled back. She squealed.

"Sakura-chan!" She said happily. "What are you doing here? I thought that you had a meeting with a teacher?" Tomoyo looked at me then to Syaoran's blushing face. "Oh, hello Li-kun," she greeted.

"Well, seems that I need to go now," Tomoyo squeaked and waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you later, Sakura!"

I waved back. "Ja ne!"

I turned towards Syaoran's face, which was red all over. I curiously watched his face, different emotions fleeted across his face.

"What were you saying again, Li-sempai? What did you want to ask me about?"

His voice wavered but he said calmly, "—I wanted to ask you about… about—" He paused thoughtfully. "—About… Tomoyo. Yes! Tomoyo."

My heart tore.

My eyes started to glisten with unprocessed tears, my hands felt numb and my chest heaved.

"To—Tomoyo?" I asked, unsure.

He numbly nodded his head and stammered, "yes."

The waitress came and set out the food and drinks. I bowed my head and almost let out a strangled sob but stopped it. "Um, I—I need to go," I stood up, and spared him a glance before I turned around. "Touya and Papa might be worried."

"What?" I felt him stand up afterwards. "I'll walk you home."

"No, no," I said persistently. "It's quite alright." Tears stung my eyes. "Thanks for your time."

Heavy splatters of rain dripped down from the heavens as I opened the door from the teahouse. I ran. Ran away. Aimlessly I walked away from the source of my pain. My salty tears mingled with the rain. Dark, ashen clouds soared above head.

And I weakly cried.

"Sakura…"

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End Note: So cheesy! And so bloody short! Anyway, the next chapter would be the last so get ready. But please…

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