Bad Girl
Chapter 11
(A/N: Okay, this chapter goes in and out a few times of Sakura and Syaoran's plays for the past 2 weeks. Got it? So try to keep up with the game.)
"Pssst!" Tomoyo Daidouji whispered to get a grey-haired boy just about to head up the stairs. "Have you got a date for the school dance?"
"No. Why?" He shook his head.
"Well…" Tomoyo smiled generously, looked around to make sure no one else was listening. "Have you considered asking Sakura Kinomoto?"
The boy's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Are you crazy?" He yelped. "It's Kinomoto! She'd never want to date me."
"Awwww!" Tomoyo squealed. "So modest!... never say never, though. You really seem to be her type. She isn't interested in boys like Syaoran Li."
"Really?" He said with a spare bit of hope.
"Yeah." Tomoyo nodded in assurance. "I'm a friend of hers and she's really looking for the right man right now. So… just give her a chance! She'll like you if you're yourself."
He smiled and took off, shouting to Tomoyo. "Thanks! I will!"
Little miss Daidouji smiled confidently. Another mission complete. Her hand hovered over right ear and she pulled back the hair, tucking it behind her ear. Two fingers lightly pressed on a small earphone held in her ear.
"How was that?" She asked.
"Wonderful. Perfect." Tomoyo heard her friend say. "I have this bet in the bag."
"I can't believe you two." Tomoyo folded her arms and sighed. She made her way to the nearest window. "A bet."
"Us?" Sakura took her friend's words offensively. "And yes a bet. It's fair and square. He said nothing about friendly help…and how long will it take Hiiragazawa to realize you're gaming him? Huh?"
"Don't know. Don't care." Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "He had it coming."
"Okay," Sakura said. "Just…keep two steps ahead of him."
"I know." Tomoyo answered. "Listen, Sakura, I'm going to go to lunch now. Talk to you later."
Tomoyo hung up and yanked out the headset and shoved it in her pocket.
"I found you." Her lover's voice crept up behind her. She felt a nice pair of muscular arms wrap around her.
"Hey hun." She closed her eyes and relaxed in the warmth of his embrace.
"This past week wasn't so bad now, was it?" Eriol said. "See? You just gotta give this man a chance."
"Man?" Tomoyo questioned with a mocking laugh. "And no, this week wasn't bad at all. It was great."
"Good." He hugged her tighter. He felt like he never wanted to let her go. Never. "So are you coming over tonight?"
"To do what?" Tomoyo grinned maliciously.
"I was thinking to hang out and do a little kissing…" Eriol whispered in her ear. "…but you know, I have no objections to any dirty ideas that go on in your head."
Tomoyo pushed him playfully and laughed. "You're such a guy!"
xxx
Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!
"Hello, Kitase Chiinori here."
"Kitase? Is that you?" Syaoran spoke into his cell phone. School had ended a few hours ago. He was now standing in front of the local coffee shop, waiting for his best friend to return back with a few sodas. "Wow! You sound so different on the phone."
"I-I do?" The voice hinted confusion. "W-wait a minute! Who is this?"
"It's Syaoran Li at your service." He grinned.
"L-Li?" Chiinori stuttered. "What…why are you calling me?"
Syaoran sighed. "I thought you would have figured that out by now."
"Ummm…" She mumbled. "I'm sorry, I don't know."
"The dance." Syaoran said softly. "I thought really hard about it and well…your face just kept on popping up in my head. I knew it must've meant something."
"T-take me?" Syaoran could already visualize the shocked expression on her face. "You want to take me to the dance?"
"That's right, beautiful." Syaoran said. "So what'd you say?"
"Uh…" Chiinori said. You could tell she was withholding all her excitement. "S-s-sure!"
"Cool." He stood up seeing Eriol walk out. "I can't pick you though, so I'm going to have to meet you at the dance, is that okay?"
"Uh yeah." She said a little confused.
"Don't worry," Syaoran popped open his coke. "It'll be a big surprise."
"A surprise?" Chiinori repeated. "Okay!"
"Okay then, it's a date! I'll talk to you later." Syaoran bid farewell before hanging up.
xxx
Most of the hallways at Seiyu High school were empty. Only a few students stayed there for after-school activities.
Our Sakura Kinomoto was in the girl's washroom, awaiting another victim. Fake tears were already streaming down her face from the green eyes that searched for the next single guy to walk by.
After a bit of time, a brown haired boy with square rimmed glasses walked down the hallway. Sakura took action and slowly walked out with her face buried in her hands, making soft whimpers.
"Hey! What's wrong?" She heard the boys voice call out to her. She faced him with a sadden expression as he ran up to her.
"You're Sakura Kinomoto, aren't you?" he asked. Sakura nodded, noting how popular she really was then she expected. She noticed he was older than her, by his height, she's never seen him in her classes, and he was holding a text book that was a year older.
"Why are you crying?" The boy asked softly.
"M-my d-date… f-f-for th-the dance…" She stuttered and forced tears out of her sockets. "H-he…he dumped m-me…. For… some other-r… g-girl!"
"He did?"
She nodded childishly. "Yes. N-now I don't have a-anyone t-to take m-me to the-e dance!"
He stood there a little dumbfounded, racking his brain for some kind of answer to this girl's problem.
"Well…" He sighed. "If you really, really, really do need a date, I could take you…"
Sakura sniffled and rubbed some of the tears away.
"Really?" She beamed. "You would do that?"
This time, he nodded.
xxx
"Where the hell is that Li kid?" Usaka asked. "He's damn right lucky this isn't competition." (Kay, so it's a Friday night just so you know.)
"He said sorry…" Eriol passed on the message to a steamed Usaka Horuno. "He's doing something for his and Sakura's bet."
"Bet?" The woman raised her thin eyebrow. "They made a bet?"
"Syaoran's doing something tonight?" Sakura butted in. "Urgh! I'll show him!"
xxx
Syaoran stood outside on of the prettiest girls in one of his classes' house. He pulled off his helmet and pulled out his cell along with another piece of paper with a number that he managed to cough up.
Syaoran punched in the ten digits and held the cell to his ear, waiting for the long 'ddrriinnnggg' to pass.
"Hello?" A high pitched croak answered.
"Hi, is this Rei Kabani?" Syaoran quietly asked. It was sort of late… a midnight sorta late.
"Yes it is." The person yawned. "May I ask who's speaking?"
"It's Li." Syaoran said. "Li Syaoran."
"Li?" Rei repeated sounding a little shocked. "Did you need something? My help? Your calling so late! Do you need a liver, kidney or something?"
"No, no!" Syaoran laughed. "You know the school dance in two weeks?"
"Yeah, do you need a tux to borrow?" Rei questioned annoyingly. "Do you need me to tell Anicha Subani to lay off you?"
"Anicha Subani?" Syaoran cocked an eyebrow. "She's interested in me?"
"Oh! Well…ummm yeah…" Rei said . "I thought she annoyed you by now."
"Well…" Syaoran said sincerely. "…right now. I need you to look out your window."
"What? Why?" Rei said coming up to her bedroom window. The girl pulled back the curtains and peered out onto the front lawn. There stood Syaoran waving to her.
"Li? What are you doing at my house?" She squealed with repressed excitement.
"You're looking at your date to the school dance." Syaoran grinned up at her.
xxx
Syaoran was sitting at a convenience store parking lot. After Kabani's house, he sure needed a drink. He leaned against the seat of his motorcycle and chugged down some cola. He looked at his bike. Boy, was it time to get a new one. Eriol pointed this out too. They've had their bikes for a few years now, and things grow old fast. The whole damn world was so industrial, and at this teenage stage of their life, they needed to get their hands on the newest things out; fresh off the press.
Syaoran searched through the phonebook on his cell for 'Anicha Subani'. He ticked off the other hundred girls' numbers off until he found her. He was ready to pay her a little call, but thought it be best to ask her the next day. It was 1:15am already. That was just a tad too late.
That was when something through him off subject.
It was a soft rumbling sound. Smooth and sharp. The sound of a revving motorcycle.
Syaoran looked up to the darkly lit road. The headlight of the bike shone dimly in the distance as it came speeding up. As the motorcycle was coming up to the stop, it slowed down to the red light. There was a girl on it. Her attire slightly matched the colour painted bike. Her helmet jerked to the side as she looked at the convenience store parking lot. Aha! She found what she was looking for, and Syaoran knew it.
The corners of his lips turned up to reveal a coy smile. The girl rushed up beside Syaoran. He lifted his coke in the air to her.
"Goooooooddd eeeeevvening!" Syaoran grinned.
Sakura climbed her Ninja and pulled off her helmet. "What are you… drunk?" She gave him a queer look over his slurred greeting, half lidded eyes and malicious grin.
His eyes furrowed as he examined his coke bottle. He then went back to grinning at her once he found nothing wrong with it. "Nope!"
"I was looking everywhere for you!" Sakura walked up to him.
"Oh were you?" Syaoran tossed his head in the air and raised his eyebrows. "Hey, isn't it past your bedtime?"
Sakura didn't answer that. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Syaoran looked at her deeply with a slight hint of tipsiness; but remember, he wasn't drunk… or high. "Why were you looking for me? You wanted some of me…"
He slowly walked up to her as Sakura stopped in her tracks.
"Its late…" His voice rumbled low. "It's dark…"
It seemed like more and more, Syaoran was the cause of Sakura's lost breath. She couldn't keep her pace, and her mind was going insane.
"We're almost alone…" He went on huskily. "We could do so much…"
Heat raising around her face. Her entire body trembling. The touch in her hands and fingers felt numb.
"Just me…" He came up so close to her, his nose was just a touch a way from her flustering cheek. "…and you."
His free hand wriggled itself around her waiste. "You would like that wouldn't you?"
She didn't answer. Sakura tried but all that came out was air as she opened her mouth.
His nose gently caressed the sighed of her neck, making her close her eyes and sigh in content.
"It'd be a very…very, long night." His mouth came close to her lips, ready to kiss her but… "Oh! But you want to make me want you all by yourself, don't you?"
…He moved away. She opened her eyes, feeling a burn. What a slap in the face!
Syaoran turned around and walked back to his motorcycle chuckling to himself. Her lips pressed together angrily, and she followed him, ready to blow…
"YOU'RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF!" Her voice echoed in the midst of the streets.
"Oh really?" Syaoran cocked an eyebrow. "If you wanted that kiss, why didn't you just kiss me?"
"I didn't want it." Sakura snapped. "You wanted to kiss me."
"No I didn't." He stated. "You wanted me to kiss you."
"No!" She screamed. "FINE!... You know what?... TAKE YOUR STUPID KISS."
And with those words, it was really quite obvious what she did. She tugged on his shirt and brought him down to bring him into yet another intense kiss.
A/N: Damn! Thinking up plays for Sakura is hard. Lol but i like this ch... sooo next ch. is gonna be about who wins the bet. CAN YOU GUYS GUESS WHO'S GONNA WIN?Hehehe I know! Oh and my friend tashy knows too, cuz she wanted me to ruin it for her. Anyhow...Woot! NHL Stanley cup playoffs game right now. Sens vs. Sabres. Going for sens even tho their chokers and sabres are good. Anyhow, its overtime right now (2-2) And its killing me (haha other story). Well, i better shut up now... need to watch. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING! Peace out!