Yay! I'm baaack! Special thanks to the people that've reviewed in the previous chapter..and so heres another chappie for everyone else.

Once again, disclaimer for having some similarites to Gossip Girl because this story is somewhat based on it of course..so just in case any lawyers are reading this or whatever..here is the disclaimer.

"I just want to give a shout out to all of you out there for dressing up and coming out to raise money for..." Sakura heard someone outside the bathroom say. She rolled her eyes knowing that whoever was saying this was making a dramatic pause for no reason. "Be Kind! "

At that same moment Sakura pushed open the ladies' room door to find her ex and that little slut standing directly in her path. Holding hands. The slut, Ariel, was wearing a loud grandma-style dress of dubious design that was way too big on the bottom and way too small on the top. She and Branden, her ex, looked like tacky kids from the suburbs out on their prom night.

Sakura readjusted the straps of her dress and smacked her ruby-red laquered lips together. The sooner she got out of there, the better. But she couldn't just slink away like some poor ditched ex-girlfriend. She had way more fucking pride than that.

Way, way more.

"I'd also like to thank the organizing community for the ball, chaired by Sakura Kinomoto and Tomoyo Daidouji." The person continued, Robert, to be exact. He was one of those rockstar celebrities that everyone couldn't get enough of. Not including Sakura of course. He was currently reading from the little cue card in his hand. "Hey, why don't you two girls come up here and help me announce how much money you raised?"

Everyone craned their heads to look for Tomoyo and Sakura. In her typical exuberant fashion, Tomoyo let out a loud whooping sounds and glided effortlessly across the dance floor and up to the podium with her hair flying. Rob took a step back, struck dumb by her loveliness, and Tomoyo leaned into the microphone. "Come on, Sakura," she cried, looking around the room. "Get up here."

Sakura could feel people staring at her. She attempted a smile and left her post by the bathroom door, and walked directly in front of Branden and Ariel's noses as she made her way to the front of the room.

Branden's mouth opened as Sakura swished by. She looked taller than he remembered, and her ass was more defined. Her long hair gleemed, and her skin had a more pearly sheen that made him want to touch it. She looked hot. No, she looked better than hot.Suddenly he felt confused. He wanted to grab her arm and say, "Come back here. I made a mistake." But then Ariel squeezed his hand, and looked down into her soulful brown eyes and instantly forgot about Sakura again.

Branden was like the dumbest Labrador retriever. If you dangled a stick in front of him, he just had to have it, but if you threw a tennis ball, he forgot all about the stick and went after the ball.

Sakura joined them at the podium and Rob handed Tomoyo a piece of paper, grinning from ear to ear because the two chairs of the ball had turned out to be so gorgeous.

"Okay," Tomoyo said, reading from the peice of paper. "So we raised eight hundred thousand four hundred dollars. All proceeds will go to Be Kind, the new international animal rescue fund." She showed off the famous smile that had been captured in so many photographs for the society and gossip pages and nudged Sakura in the arm.

Sakura had chaired hundreds of these things. She knew the drill.

She leaned into the microphone. "Thank you for coming!" she shouted, smiling her best do-gooder smile. "And don't forget your Coach giftbag-that's the best part!"

The music started up again, louder than before, and everyone went back to boozing and dancing. Rob bent his head toward Tomoyo and whispered something in her ear. His breath was warm and tickled her ear. He smelled like new leather.

Tomoyo giggled. "Wait one sec, okay?"

Rob nodded as Tomoyo grabbed Sakura's arm and stepped away from the podium, dragging Sakura with her back to their table. "He wants me to meet him outside so we can for a ride in his limo. Quick, get your coat. You're coming too."

Sakura frowned. She really wasn't the third-whell type, thank you very much. "I don't think so."

Tomoyo pretended she didn't hear her. She wasn't going to let Sakura poop all over her party.

Nikki, Tina, Syaoran and Eriol were still sitting at the table, drinking shots of Stoli that someone had snuck in with. "Come on," Tomoyo told them gleefully. "Everybody outside! We're moving the party to Rob's limo!"

Sakura fished her coat-check ticket out of her not exactly cruelty-free mink-and-armadillo-skin Fendi baguette purse. Sometimes Tomoyo's ethusiasm verged on annoying. But it wasn't like she'd been having the time of her life at the ball.

She liked the idea of being all dressed up and riding around town watching the world go by through someky limousine windows.

And maybe a ride in Rob's limo would be just the thing to magically transform her life from a series of disasters to a series of a dream come true.

Or maybe not.

Branden was getting kind of bored of just kissing Ariel. He hadn't had much to drink, and he really needed another joint.

"Want to go for a walk or something?" he asked.

Ariel smiled up at him. His eyelahses looked like they'd been dipped in gold, just like his hair. The only thing that would make tonight more perfect than it already was would be if Branden told her, "I love you." And hopefully that was exactly what he was going to do. "Sure,"she replied eagerly.

They retrieved their coats, and Branden held the door open for her as they left the bustling hotel. A massive balck limo with smoky black windows was parked oustide. Branden and Ariel walked down the marble steps to the sidewalk, and Branden let go of her hand to discreetly light a joint. Ariel fiddled with her black suede gloves, disappointed. If Branden was going to say "I love you," she didn't want him to be baked when he did it.

All of a sudden, the back window of the limo rolled down and Tomoyo's beuatiful head appeared. "Hey you guys!" she said to them. "Come on! We're having a party! Get in! Get in!"

As usual, Tomoyo was acting on impulse. It didn't even occur to her that they were the last fucking people on earth Sakura wanted to see.

Ariel had always pretty much worshipped Tomoyo and Sakura - even though she had stolen her boyfriend, and riding around with them and whoever else was in the car sounded exciting and decadent. More exciting than walking around in the freezing cold while Branden got high. She touched his arm, "Can we?"

Branden shrugged. He was up for anything, as long as he could bring his joint with him. "Sure," he said. "Why not?"

The door swung open, and Ariel giggled excitedly as she clambered over the mass of fishnet-clad legs and tuxedod knees and wriggled into a tiny spot near the window next to a girl wearing the most amazing and expensive shoes that she had ever seen. A girl that happened to be Branden's ex-girlfriend, Sakura Kinomoto.

Ariel's face turned tomato red, and she immediately turned her head the other way, only to make direct eye contact with a scary perverted guy, who had a horrible reputition with the upper class society.

See what happens when you dive into a limo without checking to see who's in it first?

In the backseat of Rob's limo, Sakura found herself wedged between the slut and Syaoran. "Wonderful," Sakura muttered to herself. She had to somehow move herself and sit down on his lap because there was hardly any room left in the limo, and Branden was huddled by the window, getting high. He had also rolled joints for Nikki, Tina and Rob, who were even more annoying when they were baked than when they were drunk. Eriol was sitting cross-legged on the floor between the two backseats, smoking a cigarette and playing with the limo's Playstation 2.

Tomoyo was having a conversation with Rob that seemed to be going nowhere and Sakura suddenly felt out of place. She gave Syaoran a glance who happened to be looking at her. She quickly looked away and blushed..Yes, blushed. And decided to give mean looks to Ariel instead.

Tomoyo knew she was being ridiculosly flirtatious, but loved the way Rob's dark brown hair curled around his temples, his golden bronze skin, and how long and delicate looking his fingers were. Why not flirt with him? It was only a one-night thing. Tomorrow Rob would go back to L.A. or wherever he lived, and she would finally start studying midterms. All she wanted was to have a little fun.

Rob winced, pretending to be ahsamed of his godlike appearance. "Sorry. I guess I'm not as tall, either." He bent down and swung open the little Sub-Zero fridge beneath his seat. "Hey, we got beverages here. Anybody thristy?"

"Yes, please," Sakura answered immediately. Getting good and drunk was the only way to tolerate any of this.

"Um, I'll try some," Ariel ventured timidly.

Eriol helped Rob fill ten crystal champange flutes. He handed one to Sakura,"Cheers," he said, clinking his against hers.

Sakura took the glass and, since she wasn't sitting next to the window and had nothing else to look at, considered Syaoran's face. He had dark brown eyes, and dark chocolate brown hair sticking out everywhere. Judging from the way the viens stuck out from his long neck, he probably worked out or played basketball or something. All in all, he looked sort of hot. But since there was nothing better to do and he was clearly hot for her from the way he was acting at the ball, Sakura thought it might be midly entertaining to flirt with him. '

She put her hand on his leg and took a sip of her champagne. Syaoran smiled as though he thought this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Rob couldn't stop drooling over Tomoyo. "You really are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in a while," he murmured in her ear. "Maybe ever. I can't beleive you're not a model or an actress or anything."

Well obviously he doesn't really notice alot of things about her.

Tomoyo dipped her fingers in her champange glass and put then put them in her mouth. Considering how famous he was, she'd thought Rob would be all cocky and smooth-talking, but he was surprisingly earnest. If he hadn't been a gorgeous rock star, this might have been a total turn-off, but he was a gorgeous rock star, so she decied to look over it.

"Nope," she lied. "I'm just me."

Rob kept on staring at her.

"Tomoyo giggled. "Stop it."

"I'm starving," Nikki said. She opened the ashtray in the limo door and closed it again. "Don't you have any food?"

"I feel all...prickly," Tina declared with her eyes bugging out of her head.

Eriol glanced up from the floor to find Sakura sitting on Syaoran, her hand resting carelesslyon his knee. While Tomoyo and Rob face's were quite close together, he switched off the Playstation 2 and stood up, squeezing to fit between them on the seat.

"Ow," Tomoyo whined as his butt rammed her hip.

"Well shove over, then," Eril said. "Hey, where are we going anyway?" he asked Rob.

Rob ran his long musician's fingers through Tomoyos endless dark hair and shrugged. "Downtown. Maybe stop at a club."

Ariel clutched her champagne flute and squirmed in her seat. It was fine for all of them to go to a club. They looked older than they were, and probably all had fake IDs. Desprite her chest - where she was a double D cup - Ariel still looked about ten years old. She even got carded at Blockbuster renting R-rated videos! The last thing she wanted was to watch everyone glide through the doors of a cool club while the bouncer kindly asked her if it wasn't way past her bedtime. She should havejust gone on a walk with Branden. She always had a much better time when they were alone together than when they were with other people.

"Branden?" she said, leaning forward and taking his hand. "I should probably go home soon." It was a little after twelve and she was supposed to be home by one, anyway.

Contary to popular beleif, Branden wasn't completely dead to the world. He'd noticed Sakura lying all over that boy he'd never seen before, and he'd also noticed that Ariel looked kind of uncomfortable. But when things got weird, he tended to zone out and wait for somebody else to make a move.

"Okay," he said, snapping out of it. "Let's get out of here." The pot he'd brought with him was extremely mellow, and he didn't feel like going to a noisy club, anyway. After he dropped Ariel off he could always call Eric's cell and meet up with the boys at that bar with the cozy back room where you could sit on the sofa and smoke pot and no one would bother you. "Hey," he called, rapping on the glass between the backseat and the driver. "Can you let us out?"

Sakura smiled. Could it be that she had rubbed Branden so completely the wrong way that he had to get out because he couldn't face seeing her with her hands on another guy?

"Aw, Brandie. Don't you guys want to come out with us?" Tomoyo asked.

Branden shrugged. "I have to take her home," he said. Ariel frowned. She didn't particulary like being referred to as "her". The limo driver stopped the car and opened the black door for them. Ariel hopped out and Branden clambered out after her. "Bye!" she called brightly to everyone else left inside.

Sakura said nothing and glanced coldy at her, while no one else but Tomoyo called, "See you! Good luck on midterms!" She was the only person who actually cared.

I updated so quickly! Haha..well just to get more reviews..anyways once again, thanks to the people that reviewed. I'm quite disappointed that only 6 did..

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