Spotted

'Narrated' by: Blossomed X

Disclaimer: I do not own CardCaptor Sakura. Some of the characters in this story is mine, however.

Original Summary: Did she just smile at me? Does she know who I am? "I think she does. Maybe she likes you." ...That's good. Because I think I like her too. SS

New summary: Reality can hit you hard, especially for high schoolers. And to Sakura, reality is all about drama, sex, and of course, scandals. xoxo, SxS

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

Seijou high school isn't the most elite academy out there, but it's certainly the most welcoming. How can you tell?

Well, the pile of fresh meat, I mean, freshmen, that hid behind the wrought iron gates held a smile on their lips, each time they stepped out of their car and inhaled the crisp, cold air of August. It wasn't awry; for their older siblings never received any bruises that were of fist shaped, and not to mention, the staff was pleasant and humble.

So why did I say welcoming with such an askew voice? Oh, pardon me, it's just the way I talk.

Sike.

Ah, the irony.

Truth is, you're welcomed in two different ways: boys and then, girls. Or is it the other way around? Heh, depends.

So lets see how she's welcomed.

o0o0o

Spotted: Eriol Hiiragizawa.

Navy blue hair that's combed at least three times a day, and oh, is that glitter on his face? No, I think that's just him. A matching pair of orbs covered by his wire rimmed glasses left everyone at awe. The way he looked at everyone was distinct; he would make you feel like a princess if you just let his sneaky, pale arms wrap around you. Want proof? Just look at the slut, I mean, girl that's in his arms right now.

"So, Eriol, we're going out tonight, right? Movies, pizza, then maybe my place," she winked, a suggestive and seductive smile on her lips. Her shiny, ebony hair bounced lightly against her shoulders, with some strands brushing against her white, pleated blouse. You can tell she was getting excited at the way she crooned, especially when she took a peek at her boyfriend's milky chest from between the buttons of his blue pleated dress shirt, the school's logo sewn onto his right sleeve, just before the ends. Dashing, eh?

Oh come on, just admit you're drooling.

He smirked, ignoring the girl draped around his shoulders and continued to stride confidently across the campus of the school. The fountain spurted out water that was splashed about by the doves, and the girl shrieked when it flew right above her, missing her head by an inch.

Careful, you might hurt yourself. Ah, pardon me. I'll stop sneering.

Eriol nodded his head towards the group of males that sat near the steps of the building that would lead them to their first period class. Everyone was wearing the uniform identical to his, and he prevented himself from rolling his eyes when the girl waved timidly at the group. He needed to get rid of her. Tonight, maybe?

"Go off to your own posse, Huuko." He saw her face churn from charming to indignant, her silver eyes losing its shine.

"It's Yuuki," she corrected, crossing her arms. He bobbed his head; either way, he didn't care. They all had the same results.

"Yeah, yeah. Now hurry; I'll call you before I pick you up for our date tonight." She squealed, embracing him and planting a kiss on his cheek before skipping away. The guys whooped, clapping in congratulatory at him.

Spotted: Takashi Yamazaki.

A close friend of Hiiragizawa and not to mention, Mr. Fairytale-teller. You'd wonder why his eyes are always closed. Guess what? They're not. They're squinted. Do you want to know why? Ahem, I think you don't. His black, glossy hair would always never stick to one direction. You'd wonder why he always had a smile on his pretty little face. Actually, you wouldn't. Couldn't. Shouldn't.

Do you get it? He loves women. Cough, player, cough.

He never sticks to one topic, one story, one girl, maybe one male. You can just tell that he's swooning over his best pal.

"All right, Eriol! You're finally going to tap that one. Considering that you've been with her for over two weeks. I was worried you were," he flicked his wrist along with the others, "whipped." They did a whipping sound, mocking him, but Eriol paid no heed. His gaze was averted towards the flock of attention across the school yard. And here, my eagles, is where you have a new person to scope.

A petite figure stepped forward, cautiously, ignoring the hardened looks and glances. Her cheeks were flushed, auburn tresses dancing beautifully against the fall season's wind. Eriol's eyes scanned her thoroughly. Ample chest. Check. Beautiful, and unique eyes, check. Her aquamarine eyes are probably the only pair here in Japan. Ooh, and is that a small waist? I think he's in love, fellas.

She chewed on her bottom lip, swallowing the hushed whispers and rumors that has already started from her sudden appearance. Her blouse actually had the tie on, the dark blue vest hugging her every curve. Accompanying her buttoned up blouse was a pleated skirt, and this one wasn't rolled up. She simply let it fall above her knees, just like it's supposed to.

"Wow, hot stuff."

"Preppy."

"Are you kidding me? She actually pulled the uniform off."

She tucked her chin deeper against her chest, averting her gaze from side to side. She seemed to be the only freshman that wasn't smiling. Too bad, too. She would look pretty cute with one.

"Yo, freshman!" Yamazaki bellowed, his voice reaching her ears. She definitely seemed to spark his attention. Everyone's eyes adverted to his chinky ones, then back to her. She didn't seem to notice, though, so he continued. He hissed, "Oi! You!"

"I think she's in a trance," a girl giggled, pointing and sneering. The mysterious girl seemed to have cursed under her breath, glaring down at the floor. She continued to walk towards the office building where the teachers lounges and offices were, then disappeared inside. Everyone breathed, staring at the building door then ignored the matter. If she was going to be a snob, then fine.

Um...hello? How is she the snob? Mm-hmm, thank you.

"Hm...I wonder who she is," Yamazaki said to himself, rubbing his chin. Eriol continued to stare, entranced by the wonderous beauty.

"I wonder if she'll go out with me," Eriol muttered, then walked off, leaving his comrades. I'll just have to find out for myself.

o0o0o

"Kinomoto, Sakura?" Sakura nodded at the sound of her name, tucking a strand of honey-brown hair behind her ear. Shifting from one feet to the other, she glanced at the clock at the corridor, hoping that by the time the clerk was done, the bell to first period wouldn't ring. She was late to orientation that was a week ago, and by the time she finally got to the auditorium, the tour had ended. At least they all received maps. Too bad they were in funky hand writing.

Blech. Who uses the word 'funky' these days?

"Okay, Kinomoto-san. Your first period class will begin in about seven minutes. Here is your schedule," she said, handing over a white sheet of paper that held Sakura's personal information and classes, "and if you get lost, don't worry, there are maps on every floor of the school. Everyone's first period class starts in the 100 building. You may presume your search there."

The clerk stood up, bowing in respect as Sakura did as well, then took the time to examine her. She was chubby, no doubt about that since the clothes she was wearing was showing some major sagging issues. Her hair was a dull black, tightened up to a bun and she was wearing what seemed to be a very old-fashioned nursing uniform. Ew. When a strand of hair fell, the lady tucked it behind her ear, a dictionary series of warts in her ears.

Gross!

Sakura blinked, then, ever so slowly, she turned, wondering if that was all there was. Taking a deep breath, she strode to the exit, opening the door and stepped out. The autumn breeze bit her face, messing up her hair once more. She froze when she felt someone's eyes peering down at her. Turning her head, she saw the same guy with the chinky eyes who called her earlier. She pursed her lips, ignoring his gaze and went forward. His friends cat whistled, murmuring words that were incoherent to her ears. Since when did boys gossip?

Ah, poor, poor Sakura. You obviously lost touch with fashion these days.

"So, you came to me," Yamazaki drawled, standing up and leaning forward to her face. Sakura's eyes hardened at the sight of his disgusting, brown eyes that danced with mirth. Yum. Come on, Sakura, just fall for him.

She tore past him, past his howling hyenas, and walked inside for her first period class.

"Fine! I don't date deaf girls anyway!" She huffed, glaring back at him before the door shut on his face, and stomped forward.

The bell rang, and Sakura glanced at the sheet of paper in front of her. Geometry.

Mixed class. She cringed. Great--freshmen and sophomores get along so well.

School's about to start, kiddo. Don't use that as an excuse. Admit it; you forgot to study.

Taking in her surroundings, she swallowed hard. Chin up. Hollow eyes. Ready or not.

She opened the door, stepping forward and ignoring the hushed whispers. She handed the teacher her schedule, and the middle-aged teacher crooned. Her blood red talons tapped against her chin, and she was wearing a pair of cat-eye glasses with a bee-hive of gray hair with streaks of white at the roots. Her gray sundress was tightened at the waist by a small, brown belt. Sakura bit her tongue, facing the class and bowed.

"Ohayou gozaimasu. I am Kinomoto, Sakura," her timid voice rang to everyone's ears.

The girl in the middle row rolled her eyes, flipping her curled, ebony hair behind her shoulders. Is she flirting with moi?

"Like, can you speak up, Ms. Deaf Girl? We're not all deaf like you." Emerald eyes glared at her silver orbs, and Sakura finally recognized her. She was Eriol's 'hunny bunches of oats.' The one who's skirt was ridiculously in the middle of her thighs, and the last, four, or six buttons on her stomach was unbuttoned and tied up to the curves of her bosoms.

Cough, slut, cough.

Sakura gritted her teeth. She didn't want to cause any trouble, but-

"That's enough, Yuuki. Now, everyone, Sakura has come all the way from boarding school from the U.S. So please, welcome her," then she added sharply, "friendly." She needed to make sure that Eriol's girls, especially, knew what she was talking about.

Many girls glared at her as she walked to the corner of the room, taking the seat before the last. She ignored the stares from the person behind her and sighed.

This was all too much, especially, for a 15 year old. She took out her notebook and began to take notes from the chalk board.

"You can tell that she isn't a virgin. I mean, her vagina is probably covered because hers was violated," Yuuki snickered to the girl sideways from her. Sakura's eyes widened, tightening her hold on her innocent, pink little pencil.

Watch it, sweetie. That pencil of yours sure has violated my eyes.

"And the way she speaks. I bet she did a blow job to a guy, and she can't speak or else his cum would spill out of her mouth," the girl that Yuuki sniggered to sniggered back.

She sat back in her chair and looked out the window. The class around her couldn't be more welcoming.

Welcome home.

That's pretty much Chapter 1. You want to imagine how Yuuki and her com padre talks? Imagine the movie White Chicks. Mm-hmm. Exactly.

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Mwuah,

Abby