Housekeeping.

Okay, first off, I have 9 reviews! (does little jig) Okay, thank you SOOOOOOOO much. 2nd, I am soooooooooo confused with the whole upload thing... Like, wrote 3 chapters in 3 days, and I was putting them up as I did them. Point is, I put up the 2nd chapter, but I can't find it. But I got 1 review on it... (so confused) So if anyone feels like taking pity on the idiot, please email me at with the subject being "FanFic Story" so I won't delete it... (I feel really bad, I was reading stories, and the first person I found who had an email, I emailed for help... feel bad for the poor person...but I was desperate...) 3rd is someone said my sotry is like Wild Things... :-( I'm going to try REALLY super hard not to make it like that... As in, I have a few things planned for the story that will hopefully make it in no way shape or form like that story... (great story btw) Anyway, if I do, yell at me and I'll go away....or at least change the plot or something.. Anyway, I'm trying to update a lot, because I love to write and this is what I do in my spare time... but, if ANYONE would like to help me, I will love you for a really long time... I mean that in buddy sort of way, just so you know... :-p... Thanks again, and hopefully this chapter uploads and the 2nd one does too!

Sakura could only stare at the car that was careening towards her. She turned sharply to her right but there was nothing for it. She was heading onto a bridge and a guardrail was already there. There was only one thing left. She did what no racer in their right mind would do on a narrow bridge right before the finish line. NOS baby. She pushed the little button on her steering wheel and zoomed past. Her car lurched, threatening to spin out of control as the green car skimmed her back bumper. The jolt caused Sakura to smack her head against the window. "Son of a bitch!" she yelped. There was an enormous crash as the green car hit the guardrail, flipping over it and down the steep embankment and into the river. Sakura sped across the finish line a second behind Syaoran. She was still going at high speeds through loads of people. She needed to stop. She grinned. Showmanship was another great part of racing. Once again, she yanked her emergency break doing a 360 coming to a perfect stop, parallel with Syaoran's forest green car. Truthfully, Sakura was scared half to death of the car crash that had almost happened. But here was no place to show that emotion. She stepped out of her car. She almost pulled her sweatshirt and hat off. She felt like she couldn't breathe. But she caught herself just in time. She really wouldn't be able to breathe if anyone found out who she really was. To top things off the side of her face hurt like a mother, and if it bruised and her dad saw it, it wouldn't be the only one she'd get.
Syaoran looked around as he got out of his car. He had thought for sure that Saku was toast. It was incredible that she got out of that. Then she had the guts to do her little fancy parking job. And as she got out of her car, she looked like a queen... Err... a girly looking king. She didn't look phased in the slightest. The masses of people around were cheering. Everyone knew that Syaoran would be the one to win. Little did they know how hard it was for him. He hadn't known that she had NOS. Where'd she get the kind of money to do that? People were hurrying to the bridge to try and fish Dave out. Personally, he didn't care. Dave was a jerk and racing with him was dangerous. I mean, look at what he had just done. His gaze shifted back to Saku. She was running her hands over her back bumper.
"Damn, he got close, didn't he?" he said walking over, seeing the paint scratched off. Saku snorted.
"Yeah, you guys do race dirty around here, don't you?" She hadn't wanted anyone to know that she had NOS yet. It was better that you didn't show these things until you needed it. She continued to inspect her bumper. Her father was going to kill her. Literally.
Syaoran continued to watch her. From far away she had looked like she could care less about what had happened, but up close she looked pale and the side of her face was starting to swell, she must have hit it. And she looked worried. "Hey, are you okay?" He didn't know why he asked. Normally, he wouldn't care; I mean she was just another street whore.
She looked up at him. "Yeah. Hey, do you know where I can get this fixed?" she asked, motioning toward her bumper, abruptly ending the subject. Syaoran raised his eyebrows.
"Right now?"
"That would be good." She said with a hint of sarcasm. Syaoran looked at her surprised. He didn't know why she wanted it fixed right now, but he figured that she was just attached to her car. He brushed his hair off his forehead, sighing.
"Yeah, I know a place. Give me a sec so I can collect my money and then follow me." Saku nodded and started heading back toward her car. Just then Mika rushed up.
"Damn man; that was some racing. You almost beat Syaoran, and he's the best around these parts." Mika said an admiring look on his face. "Who are you?"
"Don't worry about it. Do you have my money?" Mika looked surprised.
"Yeah, here you go." He said, handing Sakura a wad of bills. "The next race is Saturday at midnight. It's back in the country. Lots of hills, narrow streets and turns... Oh, and a few wondering cows too." He said laughing. Sakura nodded.
"I'll be there." She said as Syaoran sidled up.
"Be where?" he asked.
"Beating your ass next week is where." She bit out, smirking at the look that crossed his face. She didn't like him for some reason. Maybe because of his skank comment.
"Yeah, sure. Now do you want to fix your car or no?" Sakura stopped being a jerk immediately at that.
"Yes, please, that would be wonderful." She said.
Mika and Syaoran gave her an odd look. The way she said what she said didn't seem to match with what they'd seen of her so far. "Okay then, get in your car and follow me." With that he hopped into his car and Sakura followed suit.

As he drove, Syaoran thought of doing some fancy moves. But he decided against it. He had seen how she looked up close, and he didn't think she could handle any more lavish moves. And besides, he didn't really want to know what else she could do. His pride was perilously close to being crushed. He frowned. What was wrong with him?

Sakura followed Syaoran into the parking lot of a garage that looked slightly less than reputable. But then, how could it be completely straight laced if it catered to street racers at all hours of the night? Syaoran got out of his car and motioned for Sakura to stay put. He went to the side door of the garage and knocked. A sliver of light appeared as he briefly conversed with someone inside. He turned and motioned Sakura forward as the garage door opened. She pulled inside and got out of her car, looking around. Syaoran and the mechanic walked over to her car, inspecting its bumper. "I'll have it fixed by 6 this morning." The mechanic said looking at Syaoran.
"Thanks man, we'll be back then." Syaoran said, turning on his heel and headed towards the door. Sakura headed after him.
"Not until 6? That's a good 4 hours! What am I supposed to do until then?"
"What are you expected home or something?" Syaoran asked, jokingly. Sakura hadn't meant to make a face, but she did. "You're kidding, right?" Sakura shook her head. "You were out street racing and your mom and dad are waiting for you to pull into the driveway at 2 am on the nose?"
"No." Sakura said, glaring.
"Well than what is it, will you turn into a pumpkin if you're not home by midnight?"
"You idiot, it's past midnight. Just shut up. I need to get my car and go home; I need to be home like now." Sakura said, glancing at a clock on the wall that read a quarter to 2. Syaoran was taken aback. He had just touched a touchy subject.
"Get in my car, I'll take you home. I'll have your car delivered to your house by 6:30 or you're free to beat the crap out of me."
"I'm free to beat the crap out of you any day I want." Sakura snapped. She was not in a good mood and her face was killing her. She was screwed if she didn't get home before her father. But if he saw her car like it was now... well, she'd be in trouble. Syaoran just laughed.
"Just get in the car, sweetheart." That was it. She spun on her heel and punched him flat across the face. In the background, the mechanic could be heard laughing about Syaoran calling the other "guy" sweetheart.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up. Understand?" Syaoran was shocked to say the least. He had never been punched by a girl. Slapped, yes, but he had deserved those. He had a new respect for this Saku girl. Sakura turned to the mechanic who was laughing his ass off. "Have it done by 4 and I'll provide a $1000 tip."
"Whatever you say, man."
"Very good, I'll see you then." She turned to Syaoran while pulling out her cell phone. "Thank you for your help. I'll be beating your lame ass next weekend." She walked out the door while speed dialing her house.
Sakura stood underneath a light pole waiting for Charles to come pick her up. She had asked Charles to take a car that wasn't the limo so Syaoran wouldn't see. She sighed. She was roasting and she felt like crap. She hadn't won and her car was busted. 'At least I'm still alive' she thought. She slipped off her sweatshirt and shook her hair out of the hat. Charles wouldn't ask questions, but she didn't want him to think too much. Charles pulled around the corner in a black Mercedes-Benz. As Sakura stepped into the car, she didn't notice the intense amber gaze that was trained on her from a small window in the garage.
"Who are you little Miss Saku?" Syaoran asked, absently rubbing his face where Sakura had punched him.

Punuched by a girl... bam heehee... okay, sorry, bad ending, but like I said, I was in a hurry to upload to see if it works... (I'm not know for my intelligence) At any rate, thank you so much for reviewing, and I hope you keep doing it... :-D...

Ps: I am supposed to thank my friend Kara who read the chapters before you did... She feels she needs thanks, so everybody lift your hats to the Kara Baby... :-D

Luvs, Da Maandolin!