Head Over Heels

by Shinsei-Kokoro

SS. AU. She was a nice family girl who went for nice polite boys. But when she falls for the bad boy druggie with police records, Syaoran Li...resisting him becomes the last thing she wants. [Rated for language]

5. The Romeos

Title – Head Over Heels

Author – Shinsei Kokoro

Chapter – 5 – The Romeos

Updated – 6th May 2004

Syaoran Li P.O.V

I was just in time for my first class on Thursday. Though I'd missed homeroom, I couldn't give a toss about it.

I got the same ol' evils from a group nearby while I opened my locker door and grabbed my Chem book. It was a bit wet, from the rain yesterday, but I quickly made a double take at the locker next to mine as something red caught my eyes.

Dayum. That new girl was getting awfully popular.

There was a rose hanging down from the slit, and the petals were just waiting to be ripped off. But instead, I slammed my door, and took off.

I had much important things to take care of. Like take care of who'd spinned Shiroi into the hospital.

I quickly grabbed Yamazaki's shirt, as he played with a strand of Chiharu's hair. He yelped as I peeled him away from her, and ignored the scowling looks she gave me.

"Where is he?"

Yamazaki didn't need to be told twice of whom I was talking about.

"Home man. Where else do ya think eh?" he gave me a fed up look, and pushed my fists away, "Pretty bashed up. Needed twelve stitches on his jaw, got him a black eye, and he's up on a prick. If it weren't for his mum guarding him, I'd probably give his other eye a colouring too"

I scowled at him, and hissed, "Why didn't you call me?"

He turned around and threw his hands up in the air, "What? How was I supposed to know that? What am I? A fortune-teller? They broke into his house. Gave almost everything in sight a crack"

"How did they find his house?"

"He says they stalked him. Dunno what else"

I sighed, as I fell beside Chiharu.

"Why'd they go after Shiroi? Aren't you like their target or somethin'?" she asked me after a while of me groaning, and running all my fingers through my hair.

"They probably thought it'd tick me off for jumping him"

She gave an ungraceful snort which didn't me feel any better, "That sure worked"

"So whaddya gonna do now?" Yamazaki crouched in front of us leaning his back against the metal pole.

I didn't look up for a while, and when I did, I narrowed my eyes, "Make them pay"

He raised a brow, while Chiharu, gave my shoulder a push.

"You've already paid charges for three assault Syaoran. Another try, and you might as well spend a month with a bunch of greasy jailers"

I shook a leg, and stared hard at my loose laces, "I'm not letting them off easy. First they run off with my money, and now they trying first-handed attacks. I'm not waiting to find out who's next"

"You?" Chiharu guessed.

"No shit" he glanced at her, then back at Yamazaki, "Where'd he say the place was?"

"The Courts. Down the Diner's alley. But he's not sure if that's the place. He just heard them talking random"

"We'll check it out. If we find 'em, gore's what they'll get"

Chiharu, flipped through my Chem book already bored, "You're doing too much of Literature boy. You dirty Shaksphere's words"

I smirked at her just when first period bell rang, "And you need to get out of bed, and stop being tacky like your boy"

After few more greet-slaps to my friends, I headed towards my first class.

I didn't miss seeing that new girl walk into the class opposite mine. She was obviously laughing at something said by the bastard.

By bastard I mean Eriol Hiiragizawa offcourse.

The moment we came face to face, we stopped. We glared. But before I could decide weather or not to rattle that smug look of his face, the girl dragged him away. Grumbling something about guys not being able to keep their hands to themselves.

"Bitch…" I mumbled walking past the scowling looks of my classmates, and taking the corner seat of the class. My favourite.

Sometimes guys took too much shit from their girls. I stopped for a moment to think about the 'talk' I'd had with Minas last night. She'd come over. Wanting to stay over for the night. And if it weren't for Yuzhen who'd just moved in last month, she wouldn't have gotten out without a broken bone. Girl or not. She needs to be stiffed. Seriously.

I'd forgotten to do my homework. Obviously.

All Mrs. Happy could do was give me that grim look of hers. Why Mrs. Happy? Because she's anything but smiling. Yup. She's been my science teacher for about two years straight, and we still have that hate between us. Not anything serious. Because I doubt anyone in this damn school won't take the chance of strangling me till I'm kicking their ass.

Balancing myself over the last two legs of my chair I watch Mrs. Happy rap the whiteboard with her meter wooden ruler, which sure is not used for a cane.

Yesterday had been a rough night.

Not only couldn't I stop thinking about what I was supposed to do with Shiroi's dumped condition, but I also had to increase my scores, which were now flat ran-over. Orders from mothers who can't drop the baby poop subject.

The guys, chairs away from my side were sneering stupidly at me.

"If your little drones hadn't called on, Eriol was sure to have finished you off that day" one of them looked over their shoulder at me.

I shifted in my black leather jacket, "You wish" I turned away, "He's lucky or you all would be at his funeral right now"

They laughed.

Pointed and laughed.

I had half my mind made up to be the smooth guy I try to be, and snap their fingers. Then stick it down a dog's mouth. But the moment I saw Mrs. Happy giving me the frosty look, I stood my seat.

"Fuck you too…" I murmured before I scribbled down some notes in my Practical workbook.

In two years, they were gonna be history. And so were the guys who'd decided to play rough on my back.

They weren't surviving. Not one of them.

Sakura Kinomoto P.O.V

Eriol was grumbling. Under his breath offcourse.

"He still shows his fuckin' face" he'd murmured all the while when I carefully poured some hydrochloric acid in the test tube with the magnesium.

I wouldn't have minded his swearing towards Syaoran. But I was kinda getting irritated. Because that's all he'd been doing from the last fifteen minutes. And as my Lab partner, he was supposed to have in mind, that I get absolutely freaked out of fire.

And since I was so dangerously close to the burning flame, I kept my mind on the task at hand. Two mishaps in this darn lab were enough. Another one? No thanks.

"Hey" I called out Eriol, passing him the another test tube, while I kept my eyes trained on the tube I was holding above the fire with my tongs.

He took it from me nevertheless.

"Blue flame" he reminded me, as he moved around the spiral of the Bunsen burner.

"It's bubbling," I suddenly said, watching the horror in my hands.

"Your hands are shaking"

"What do you expect?"

He gave the first smirk in fifteen minutes, and held his hand over mind to stop them from trembling.

I was too surprised really. Him holding my hand, I mean.

Not as in fingers entangled, but just having his hand holding my fist was making me a little light-headed.

Relax girl. I chided myself. Deep breaths remember? Just try to relax.

But I guess it wasn't so easy. To relax, I mean. Because all in all, I noticed Eriol was just having his time. He was behind me. His chest molded against my back.

I gulped. I looked down, and watched his feet right next to mine.

Eriol. I tried to say. You're invading my personal space. And since I'm trying to get over the fact that my dream guy has just rejected me, give me some respect.

But offcourse, as you know I had no guts to say that.

Instead, we stayed that way. Until offcourse, the teacher broke us apart.

"This is Chemistry class if you haven't noticed!" she'd exclaimed. A few kids laughed. Offcourse she hadn't seen the irony of what she'd just said. Chemistry she says.

And I certainly didn't fail to notice the glare Van was spitting on Eriol as we wrote down our set-up notes. Eriol however, didn't find any of this wrong. For a guy who had helium in his reputation, he certainly never got the point.

Van sat next to me for the rest of the period, and I think he paid one of his friends to spend that time distracting Eriol from me.

Here's another one of the guys I could classify under 'Needs to stop flirting, being lame and desperate'

But he suprisingly kept our topic light. He didn't hunt me on the descriptions of my 'imaginary-ex' like I'd expected him to.

Instead we talked about how the cafeteria food needed to go through a change. The coleslaw needed to have more carrots, and needed to stop being running. The burgers needed to stop having hot sauce, and the sandwiches needed to be bit more fresh.

But then again, a guy can't really control his thoughts, "So…" he glanced at me, filling out a chemical equation table at the same time, "Heard you've got a boyfriend"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes…discreetly offcourse.

"You found out?" I played it dumb. Acting surprised. "Who told you?"

"Eriol" he wasn't hesitant.

"Oh" I managed to say, then breath a big sigh, "I've been going out with him for quite a while. He's really sweet"

God, I was such a liar.

"I heard" he grumbled, suddenly very silent, "Ryoga was it?"

No. Not really. But for you and other guys after me, yes.

"Yeah" I said instead, then added dramatically, "I wish his parents would just allow him to come here"

"Yeah" he gave me a look.

What that really interpreted was: "That'll be cool. Maybe if I killed this asshole, you'll finally go out with me"

But he didn't say anything else, so I decided to shut it on him. Dropping my pen, I leaned back on the high chair labs this school had, "I talked to him yesterday" I suddenly blurted, and he gave me his full attention, "He said he's trying. And that maybe after a few months, after college is over he'll be able to move in here to work and all"

"What?" Van instantaneously snapped out o his gloomy reverie, "He's in college?"

I gave him a small nod. I could almost hear his train of thoughts screaming: 'A long-distance relationship with a college guy will never stop. Maybe if I fake a call from him, she'll finally see how lucky she's to have me drooling over her'

"How…how old is he?" he asked instead.

I stared hard at him for a second, my fingers counting from underneath the table.

Eighteen. No. Nineteen. No. Twenty?

"Twenty" I said firmly, and I saw him almost fall of the chair.

"Twenty?!"

"Twenty"

"Twenty?!"

"Twenty"

"Twenty?!"

"I think you heard wrong. I said two hundred"

I guess that shut him up. Because for the rest of the five minutes we had left, we never shared a word, except for the frequent, "Green pen please?" or "What do you have next?"

I grinned as I continued to scribble into my book. As much as I felt bad for indirectly rejecting him, I had every right to do that.

Especially when I was a recent victim myself.

Syaoran Li P.O.V

Class after lunch? I'd just stumbled out of Electronics, tired and blurry eyed. My hands stuffed in my pant pockets, and suddenly feeling chilly without my jacket.

I'd ditched a bunch of my friends in the side square of the school, and was now making my way towards the backfield, from where I usually went to meet up with Meiling.

The large grass pit was obviously emptied, because hardly anyone hanged out here. I looked around for her, then let out a bunch of swears.

Damned bitch.

I remembered telling her to wait for me right there, and not moving her sorry ass.

But the moment, I decided to walk away, I caught sight of two running figures on the 800m track.

They were girls, I decided. From their long running ponytails from behind them, that was a definite. And when they neared, I frowned.

A teacher was standing on the center of the track. His face following the directions took by the girls.

"Meiling…" I grumbled, when they passed me in a blur. I saw them both panting clearly, and so did they.

What was going on?

From when had Meiling suddenly made a friend in her PE class? But the chances? I stared after the other girl who ran beside her. Great.

And I thought I'd warned her?

I was blankly watching their similar figures running like there was some wild dog behind them. And I was still blank by the time they were heading towards me.

Walking. Side by side. Laughing and arguing at something I couldn't make out from the distance. I seated myself on one of the worn-out bleachers, and felt my patience running thin.

"Sup" Meiling greeted me in her most informal way.

I didn't even look at her. My eyes were on the panting body beside her.

She stopped to look at me. In the short black shorts, white sleeveless and all. Her green eyes narrowed for a few seconds, then turned to Meiling with a new smile.

Sakura Kinomoto was it?

"I'll see you tomorrow" she slung her shoe bag over her small shoulder, "And I'm not letting you win again alright?"

"Keep dreaming" Meiling grinned, as she waved it away. I turned to look at the retreating figure. And once she'd jumped over the horizontal closing poles, I whirled towards Meiling.

"What the fuck?"

She scowled at me, while busily putting her shoes away, "What the fuck?"

"What…" I stopped to choose my words, "What were you guys doing?"

She looked at me, putting on a skirt over the shorts she was wearing, "Hmm. Running maybe?"

I don't like sarcasm, "Meiling"

She swatted her hands at me, "She challenged me for a race. That's all. Jeez. What's getting you tensed up?"

"That's all? What do you mean that's all? Do you know who she is?"

"Sakura Kinomoto?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

Right. Like I didn't know her name.

But Meiling decided to cut the chase short, "She doesn't give a shit Syaoran. So why don't you choose to bark at someone else?"

I narrowed my eyes, "Look bitch. I'm not going to be there to save your butt when she turns her back on you"

She gave me a slanted look and pulled down her skirt, making sure they sat firmly at her hips, "I don't need you to aight? I've known her for quite some time. You can't tell me who to talk to and who not to"

I sealed my lips shut at that, and turned around. There was no use arguing, if that was what she wanted.

"Be a bitch then" I mumbled under my breath walking off.

I vaguely heard something similar to, "Asshole" with a very fine adjective before it.

We kept the pace. And she didn't catch up to me until we'd reached my car. I got into the driver's, and stepped on the pedal. Turn the ignition. Pressed hard on the accelerator. And took off.

But in case you really wanna know, she was stranded. In the dust. Still in the car park. Her duffel bag fallen. Fuming like the Meiling she was.

Ha! Take that bitch.

That's what you get for sticking up for other bitches.

Sakura Kinomoto P.O.V

Tomoyo was bickering. It was English class, and she was going on about why Romeo couldn't have just kidnapped Juliet and ran away with her and married her, made love and had babies.

Stories. I tell you. They drive me crazy.

I remember when I'd done the play in Elementary. I'd been Juliet. And this skinny and freckled guy had been Romeo. He'd apparently had a crush on me ever since primary. But what I'm leading to is that he actually had the guts to kiss me on stage of the final performance.

That'd been my first kiss.

I'd fainted offcourse.

Sound funny? Har. Har. It wasn't.

I'd fainted unconscious because he'd cut my oxygen supply, and while I'd been trying to push him off, he'd decided this was the part where he could ask me out.

Damned guy.

This is why children under 10 shouldn't be allowed to read Shakespeare…or literature as a matter of fact.

Chiharu something. One of the 'outcasts' had just been stood up to read a paragraph from the Mid-Summer's Night Dream, and when she'd finished, I could hear the faint giggles and cusses from the guys and girls behind her.

But she only gave them the finger, and sat back down.

Her boyfriend…Yamazaki I think had started re-assuring her. And from the view I got from my seat, I could see the big pinch mark on his arm.

They were his friends. Syaoran Li's. Close friends in fact.

But I looked away the moment Tomoyo nudged me in the ribs.

"Are you coming to Van's party?" she hissed into my ears.

I shook my head, "I can't"

That offcourse…was a lie. Even though I was dying to get hold of a new guy, and shake him senseless, the though of being anywhere near Van made me feel uneasy. Extremely.

He was a good guy…but a hard player. Besides, I had that Biotechnology test I had to study for.

I'm not denying that I'd seen him snogging some girl in the girl's toilet, but just seeing them had made me feel a little pissed. Maybe it was just because I was really getting uncomfortable of seeing couples around school, while I was a typical loveless loner.

I'd even been surprised to see Tomoyo flirting with some random guy in Homeroom. Eriol hadn't sent her a glance, and I had to watch her stomp off…the random guy linked in her arms offocurse.

History had come and gone.

I think he'd seen me the other day in the Resource Room. Because I couldn't find any other reasons for him giving me the small weird looks. Almost saying 'I'm watching you girl. One step into our border, and you're dead meat'.

Right. Like I'd be stepping into his border. I think I'm finally starting to get over him. I keep thinking of a black lizard every time I see him. Glancing away if everytime we crossed paths…which wasn't much that day. Maybe it was that something Meiling had told me yesterday. About him being a prick every time it came to 'communicating'.

"Asshole" I grumbled as I looked away, and continued to stare at him through the corner of my eyes. Then pushed back a yawn, when he spent a full half a minute glancing at me.

Was he finally noticing me?

Was he?

Was he?

I went frigid on my chair, suddenly all the unconscious thoughts entering my brain. The pen held by my fingers suddenly not moving. I pushed myself back on my chair, and ran five fingers through my hair. But I suddenly pulled them out.

Brushing your hair was the first symptom to show that you're being attracted.

I sucked in a deep breath.

I. Am. Over. Him. Chant with me my fellow meditators. Chant. I. Am. Over. Him.

But another secret turn at him, and I knew how wrong I was.

If he thought I was a bitch. Then he certainly didn't have any reason not think of himself in the same manner.

I went red in the cheeks and made sure I never looked up for the last fifteen minutes. My bright pink shirt tank suddenly made me feel really conscious than it ever had.

Oh great.

Just how worse can all this get?

I really needed to need read that How Not To Attract Guys book I'd seen in the library the other day.

Syaoran Li P.O.V

Damn it! Of all days of getting drunk. It had to be yesterday. Damn little bitch! Not only was I not in a very good mood, but here I was letting my darned cousin, making me feel…well…guilty.

So I'd ditched her at school yesterday, but that didn't mean that she had to launch herself straight into a disco, and come back to the rooms holding onto some random guy.

I was ticked.

Really ticked.

Not only was she lucky that I'd see the guy knock her off before he could jump into he room with her, but there she was, in the bathroom, swearing at me as hard as possible.

Since none of the other guys were even awake, I decided to lock off, before I went crazy and decided to mould her together in scraps of garbage.

"Yo man! Where's Mei?" Yamazaki slapped my back enthusiastically, before he caught sight of my face, "She…" he paused for a while, "She has my…Accounting assessment"

"Have you got anything out of Shiroi yet?" I asked instead.

He gave me a blank look, then shook his head slowly, "Nah. Still very slapped. Don't think he'll be able to get out bed until next week. I wouldn't really call this bad for once" he gave me a grin.

But I pushed past him, "Tonight Yamazaki. Get the guys at the Courts down about nine. There's no way, I'm letting them come clean without no blood"

To a little surprise, Yamazaki pulled me back, "Syaoran. Forget this man"

"The fuck?"

"Forget this! You shouldn't get in anymore shit. Who cares about all this? Cuz there's no way they'll be doing it again"

"Hey!" I pulled away from his grasp roughly, "If you're too chicken, stuff it. But I ain't gonna sit back and watch them pull my strings. If they wanna fight. They'll get one. There's no way, I'm letting them get away with this Yamazaki. There's no way"

He looked a bit hesitant, "We could die"

"They will die"

He gave me one of his frustrated looks, then threw his hands up, "Dammit Syaoran! Why can't you for once just shut the hell up and stop pickin' fights! It's obvious you don't care about yourself, but I don't wanna die so early"

I struck at him, and pushed at his arm, "You don't wanna come?! Don't! I ain't asking you too!"

"You're fucked up! Do you know that? You need to stop all this nonsense! What are you gonna do when your mother finds out about all of this? Why can't you just let it be for once, and stop interfering at everything!"

"Hey!" I suddenly found myself grabbing his collars, then skid him against the wall behind him, "They've got my money! And they ain't gonna stop! They could jump you in the alley right after school today! What are you gonna say then eh? Damn, I should have listened to Syaoran for once? Or maybe the next thing you know, you'd be at a funeral. Your own funeral. What would you say then huh? Damn I should have listened to Syaoran?!"

My grip around his shirt tightened, and the next thing I knew he was out of my grasp. My arms fell to my sides, and I watched him. His eyes wide and staring.

I didn't bothering saying anything to the guys behind me, who were staring with their soccer ball still in the goal. I could see Chiharu from the girl pack glaring at me, but I just faced Yamazaki once again.

"I'm going. Whether you like it or not. If you don't wanna, don't make me give any shit"

I took off after I said that.

Left the backfield, and stalked away.

The moment I'd reached my locker, I'd stopped for a second.

The girl was at her locker. Sakura Kinomoto. While Eriol Hiiragiwzawa was leaning on the one next…which just happened to be mine.

They seemed to be laughing about something, and I kept watching as she continued to tug at her locker. Being the typical asshole, he decided to go launching himself into the locker door, snapping it shut.

I guess I didn't see the irony in that. So I made my way through the many guys crowded.

As usual they gave me the pissed off cusses, but nonchalantly I stood up face to face to him.

He stared back.

For once his glasses were missing, and I could see the girl poise as she glanced at me.

"If it isn't the son of a bitch" he smirked, his head cocking.

"If it isn't the son of a bastard" I sneered back, then lowered my hackles, "Still very fucked up aight?"

His eyes narrowed a little. But didn't respond, until the girl was immediately grabbing at his sleeves.

"C'mon Eriol. Let's go"

He looked down at her for a while, then back at me, "I think I deserve to have some fun here Sakura"

"You're making a show here" she hissed under her breath, obvious to know of the crowd behind us staring.

I didn't move.

"Let's go" she insisted, this time her fingers slipping into his, and suddenly making him look directly at her, loosing his concentration on me.

And before he knew it, she was dragging him away. Away from the crowd who moved off without a word.

I slammed open my locker. It bounced back as soon as I noticed the note inside.

Opening it once again, I fingered it open.

"Resource room baby…I'll be waiting…minas"

Her crawling handwriting was very familiar, but I just tossed it over my shoulders.

I didn't have time.

Especially not for her.

But then I stepped back as I remembered what I'd forgotten.

I stared back to where the two 'holes had disappeared, then slammed my locker shut.

We had History together. Maybe I could tell her after class…

Sakura Kinomoto P.O.V

So holding his hand hadn't been part of my darn plan…but hey! It still worked.

He'd followed me quietly not saying word. More likely dragged by me, but at least he wasn't on his cussing rampage.

Although the moment we were about to enter class he pulled me back, where I surprisingly bumped into him hard.

"Eriol…" I started as his grip on my hand tightened. But all he did was drag me away, "Hey! Eriol…no! Not in there! Eriol!"

You wanna guess where he'd bought me?

Yup! That's right ladies and gentlemen. Into the guy's bathroom.

Very astonishingly, it was empty. But before I could say anything, he'd pushed me right in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

I frowned a little, "What? What are you talking about?"

He hesitated a little. And since no one else was there, I didn't really see any reason to be so uncomfortable, when all he'd been doing since we first met was flirt.

"I mean, what are you doing? We're enemies. Them and us. Don't you understand that?"

My frown deepened, "What? Don't tell me it's about me putting you off from having a good fight and getting some eggs for eyes?"

He neared me, his head shaking in hesitation once again, "They're assholes" he finally blurted, "They…they don't belong here aight? They live in the wild. They're the sort of people who go insane and starting looking through alleyways to find women. They're the ones who are dead-on on drugs. The ones who can't keep their zips up, or who can't find nothing else better to do than start molesting people"

I stared hard at him. What the hell was he getting at? Syaoran—I mean Meiling wasn't like that.

Instead I squared my shoulders. For some reason I knew exactly what he wanted, "Fine Eriol" I stood to him, "Go. Go fight. That's what you wanna do right? Fight? Go! You wanna show how strong you are? Or how pathetic they are? 'Cause you know what? In the end it's gonna be the same" I took another step to him, "You're both gonna loose. Go home with broken bones, or with a nose that won't stop leaking. That's fine with me Eriol. If you wanna go do that? Go ahead. It's not like I care or anything. I'm just a newbie right? The chick from the city. Down-under was it?"

He stood there staring. Ha! Take that. If you think you're the only one with smart words, you've got another thing coming. But what I really didn't coming was that, his hand crawled wisely on my hips.

"And that girl" I went on…getting very disturbed by his actions, "What was her name? Uh…"

"Mika" he leaned forward.

"Yeah Mika. She'd made it all up. Eriol. She'd made it all up. And only so that you could pick a fight with Syaoran"

But Eriol wasn't concentrating on the topic anymore, "I know that"

Bling. Bling. Hello? What a surprise.

But I took a step back towards the vacuum door, "So you knew it all along?"

"No" he replied taking off his jacket slowly, and suddenly making me shiver, "I heard later…but it doesn't really matter. Not for now. Forget it Sakura"

I gave him my most uneasiest grins, "We're missing homeroom here Eriol. Let's just go and talk about this later"

He was shaking his head.

At that, I almost felt like grabbing a toilet seat, and smashing it onto his head. But…no…bad idea. He might get concussion.

"You like me" he suddenly said.

I blinked. He went on.

"And you're scared that I might get hurt"

Believe me boy, if you were to get hurt from me, you wouldn't be talking to me this way.

"What the hell?"

"Stop faking it man" he was suddenly holding me gently…gently. Gently, as in bringing goosebumps up my arms and legs, "You just don't wanna admit, cuz of Tomoyo"

"T…Tomoyo?" I found myself stuttering, as he leaned onto me to softly kiss my lips, "This…Eriol…is not a very good idea" So I was shocked, and my nerves had suddenly crashed before of the blinking red signal.

"And your boyfriend" he continued on like he couldn't even hear my protests, "You should dump him. Trust me when I say long-distance relationships don't work. And besides…I'm sure he must be two-timing you or something like that. City boys are play dogs"

"N-no. Ryoga would…never do that to me. Eriol. C'mon. This is not looking very good. What if someone sees us…"

"So you want it to look good?" he said it to my ear, slightly kissing my ear lobe, nuzzling his breath at the neck "I can do that"

Okay. This was it. If there was anything I hated the most. It was people probing into my personal space. And especially harassing it.

And so before he could go on to part my lips when he came open, I pushed him off with a hard shove. A very hard shove which made him go against the opposite wall.

"Bell just rang!" I gave him my quirkiest helpless smile, "And…and…I…uh…have History"

He didn't say anything. He didn't move.

"I'll…" I got hold of the door, "I'll see you later". Not.

And before I could wait for a response from him, I took off.

As in I ran. Ran with my thumping heart in my fists. With my imaginary tail in-between my legs. I didn't stop running. Because last period bell hadn't rung, and everyone were still in their homerooms.

So I'd lied. Sue me. When it comes to molesting my privacy I'll be almost willing to do anything to get my way out of it. Even if it means going to the girls washroom and hiding, until the bell really rang.

Syaoran Li P.O.V

She'd come in panting. Huffing. Her face red. And very late.

She'd walked right in without any explanation, and went straight to her desk. I could even see the guys around her follow her moment with their eyes. Don't take me wrong when I say, I was a little curious.

She was looking exhausted. Like she'd just run a marathon, and she was looking very flushed. Not that I cared or anything. Really.

"You okay?" a guy in front of her turned to face her.

"Yeah. Sure" she whispered back…which wasn't really whispering, since it was hoarse and very cut out.

Mrs. Watanabi also known as Mrs. Happy was croaking. Her voice was filled with flu, and once in a while she gave off her sneezes, which probably reached the opposite wall. But since I was in the corner, I was under-cover. She was glaring at the girl-Sakura.

And for the first time, when the bell rang, she was probably one of the first out of the room…probably thinking that she had to meet Meiling at the track.

Some disappointment she had to face.

I was with Yamazaki, when I remembered what I had to do.

I grabbed his wrist and glared at his watch, "Shucks. See ya laterz at Chiharu's. I'm going back to school"

"Where are you going? I promised Hikaru I'd hook her up with you after school" he broke himself from Chiharu's kiss, ignoring her subtle frown.

I didn't look back as I made my way towards the backfield, "I have something to do"

Even though I was some distance away, I could hear Chiharu lean back against him, "Wow. He finally found something more important than checking out sluts"

Yamazaki was at once at my defense. Or so I thought. "Hey. She's a gorgeous babe alright?"

She snorted, "Oh yeah. And maybe that was why she dumped you. Probably found you very ungorgeous"

The backfield was empty.

As far as I could see, I could see no one. That was until I jumped over the fallen pole gate.

She was at the edge of the grass pit. Sitting with her legs out and arms stretched back. That familiar duffel bag next to her. And waiting.

I walked on. Suddenly feeling very annoyed. Why couldn't Meiling tell her herself?!

When I stopped some distance away, she rolled around to see me. Her eyes narrowing instantly. Her usually left out hair tied tightly in a braid. Looking very surprised to see me standing there.

She didn't say anything. So I guess she expected me to say the first sentence. The blazing sun was helping me either.

"Message from Meiling"

That got her attention, and she leaned forward.

"She's away today"

Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly a message, but hey! What was I? The telegram man?

I watched her expression fall. And she gave out a little groan.

"Dammit" I could hear her curse under her breath.

From what I could see, it looked like she'd been on this field the moment the last bell had rung. She was in our school's track clothes looking very blown. Frustrated. And ditched.

I stood there for a few seconds watching her, then turned around digging my hands in the pockets of my hood.

Somehow I felt I had something more to say, so I turned back around, noticing her eyes were still on me. Still looking very glazed.

"You should get off her back"

"Excuse me?" she leaned more forward, looking very taken back.

I gritted my teeth for four seconds, "I said you need to get your pretty little dead head out of the ditch, and bounce back to your dandy guys. You need more translation?"

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. So I smirked. But she was up on her feet taking her steps to near me.

"What the hell is your problem huh?" she gave me pissed off look, pushing back the braid of her hair.

I gave an immediately glare, "This bitch who thinks she can do whatever she wants to"

"Offcourse I can. Who are you to tell me what I can huh? The last time I heard, this was a free world"

I stared. So this girl had moved on from having the hots for me. "Stay where you belong bitch. I'm trying to save your sorry ass here"

She gave me an incredulous look, "Wow. That's very generous, but no thank you, I don't take offers from guys like you"

Now I growled. This girl certainly knew how to get on my nerves.

"Really? Then wasn't it just a two days back when you used to drool for me?"

Yes. That's it. I'd hit the right button.

Her blood had immediately rushed to her face, and her eyes glared, her face giving it away, "Keep dreaming Syaoran Li. Who-who would drool for you?"

I kept a straight face, despite my urge to really show this girl how to keep her mouth shut, "What if I said that you could come with me right now…to my house…and we'll spend some time together?"

I could see the nervousness in her, and she turned her face away from me, "Just what I'd said. No thanks"

Her body turned tenser as I continued to stare at her.

And I wasn't expecting her to say anything, but she had to, "You're talking to me"

I raised a brow, "What the fuck?"

"Why?" At this she turned around to face me once again, "Why are you talking to me?"

I didn't answer. To say the truth, I didn't even know what to answer.

"I thought you'd said that people like you and me didn't interact…or talk or whatever. Then why are you here? Talking to me?"

So I felt like hitting her thick head against some truck, but I caught my hands. She was more on the dense side than I'd taken notice for, "I came here only to tell you that you won't be going on a jolly ride with her today. Nothing else. So don't get your hopes high"

Her eyes narrowed, "I'm not. But if you think I'm a bitch, why did you even bother coming here to tell me that. You could have just left me hear waiting"

"Look bitch. Meiling's my cousin" I cocked my head as I came to notice what point she was trying to make clear, "I came here, because she asked me to. Nothing else aight?"

"Right" If I wasn't mistaken I could see the little smirk playing on the side of her lips, "I believe you" she turned around.

But before she could take another step, I grabbed her arm and pulled her tight, "Hey! If you think I came here for anything else, you're getting played. You get me?!" she winced as my grasp tightened, "Who knows? Maybe I came here to ask you if you've been stalking me?"

"What!" came here fierce cry turning her red, "Stalking you?!"

"Don't muck with me girl. I saw you the other day. In the resource room"

She sucked in her breath, and I didn't let her go.

"I-I wasn't spying!" she quickly blurted out.

"Sure"

Fidgeting in my hold, she tore her arm away, "I wasn't! And I've never liked you. I don't know what you're going on about, but you've got it wrong in your head. I can never like someone like you"

I kept my cool at her raging temper.

"Oh yeah. Damn. Well weren't you the one bumping into walls, falling from that gym rod, and pouring coleslaw over geeks who you made run after you?"

"No I didn't! He just took me the wrong way. How was I supposed to know that he'd been reading a book on Angels on my Shoulders?"

I didn't look away, so she went on.

"And I would never stalk an asshole like you alright? I had to go to the Resource room to get some books for my class, and that's it! And you and some slut just happened to be in there. Where's my fault in there? I don't stick miniscule cameras on your shirt, and watch what you do everyday and I certainly don't spend my time thinking about you okay?! Do you get me?! I'm not some desperate and obsessed freak who would get drunk in a club and kiss guys who look like you and then get my brother to pick me up. I don't spend my time writing your name in hearts. Or ask your friends about you. Or even dream of you. I don't know where you got the info from, because it's wrong! I. Don't. Like. You."

I was getting bored.

I really was. Girls never did get straight to the point did they? And somehow just waiting there to let her finish her commentary was really getting on my impatience side.

Another long glance at her, and I knew I had to get out of there.

And so I did.

She didn't stop me. There was no hesitation in her like I'd though there would be. I didn't look back.

But dammit. I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. I wasn't supposed to be feeling like this. Her boundary line was somewhere just next to mine, and hell…she wasn't even my type.

~ Shinsei Kokoro ~