Spotted
'Narrated' by: Blossomed X
Disclaimer: I do not own CardCaptor Sakura. Some characters in this story are mine, however.
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
Last time, on Spotted:
Sakura has just transferred from a United States boarding school, and Seijou high couldn't be more welcoming. Half her day in this haven is just peachy. Ask her yourself.
Chapter 2: Create an image, just not an ugly one
It is lunch time, my angels, and the cafeteria is packed with famished, rich, snobby students, shoving and cutting their ways into the front of the line to pick the fresh out of the 'best'.
Lunch. You know, the snack between brunch and la-dinner? Aah, look at those pigs, shoving their pug, little noses. Sniveling, shoveling. Ew.
What is that? Sludge?
Aah, but this is just one side of the campus. Lets see what else is going on in the other side, shall we?
A fistful of auburn hair was shoved against the toilet seat, the rim flipped to allow access to the big asses. Sakura stared dreadfully at the crystal clear water happily blended with orange and green chunks floating to the top. Her emerald eyes widened, placing her hands on the rim to prevent herself from embarrassment. She'd rather eat today's lunch.
No, thank you. I'm eating it for you. This is your dessert.
"The audacity you have, Kinomoto. You have no shame," the familiar voice of Yuuki rang to hear ears. Sakura shuddered visibly just staring at the pool Yuuki's bulimic stomach dissolved itself in to.
...You can have it back. I think I just lost my appetite.
"Tell anyone about this, and you will be tasting more than this," Yuuki's hot breath tickled her ear, and she felt her ear burn from the rotten smell of her repetitive regurgitating. She gave a wary smile, then dunked her victim's head towards the toilet before Sakura even had a chance to take a deep breath.
Swish. Her stomach churned as the sludge danced beautifully with her tears.
After about ten seconds, the bowl was flushed along with her salty tears and Sakura released herself from the iron grip, panting heavily. Her hair dripped and the pungent, sour smell of vinegar filled the air. She coughed out a mouthful of the water she swallowed, grateful that she didn't swallow anything else.
Icy, silver eyes pierced her shivering body, cooing. She clicked her tongue when she realized that a French-manicured nail of hers was chapped, and walked over to the sink to wash her hands after touching the sniveling whore. She grimaced when she saw that the emerald-eyed beauty was still plopped against the corner, doing her best to wipe the tears away.
She almost felt sorry for her.
Pfft. Not.
You know you love her.
Spotted: Yuuki the slut. I mean, Yuuki Watanabe. The bitch of the day. The bitch who just can't stand to weigh over one hundred pounds...literally.
How about a standing ovation?
She looks amazingly bulimic.
o0o0o
Boys.
The word of the day. The dictionary calls them: "young men who lacks maturity and judgment," and us girls calls them: "males with testes."
Something about them...that's so special is that they never have an awkward, uncomfortable silence between them. Unless, of course, if the gay one is attracted to the straight male. See how I said straight?
Crossing one leg over the other, Eriol Hiiragizawa continued to read off his hardcover book. Or, well, he pretended. The truth is, he's been on the same page for half an hour, and the tapping of utensils against the revolting food was not calming his nerves. Brushing his bangs aside, he gently rubbed his throbbing temple.
Yes, I said temple, not member.
Mind you.
Clomping down on his pale, salmon pink lips, Hiiragizawa placed his book aside and stared at the sludge before him. "So, any news about the new girl?"
Yamazaki, who also had no appetite for the new school menu, raised a brow. "She's a slut," he mumbled, blinking his aghast away.
Aw, come on. I thought this was a trust circle.
Truth was, the new girl intrigued him. She was definitely the first to ever turn down his um...lets stick with charms. She was probably the only one pure in this school, and the thing is, she did things so...unexpected. She was unpredictable. Insatiable. Hopefully no one took her lip-ginity. He would gladly take that and more.
Shoving his tray away, he fluttered his eyes open, his dark brown orbs gazing wondrously at his best friend. All the mirth in his eyes were gone; all was left was desire. Sensing this from his friend, the navy-blue eyed god shuddered visibly against his clothes, his whole body coming in spasms.
Cough, gay, vomit.
Overcoming the revolting disgust running down his spine, Eriol quirked a brow and placed a hand on the bookmark, stroking it fondly. "That's something, coming especially from you."
Yamazaki scoffed, a toying smile on his lips. "So, you're interested in her too?"
"Yes." The other males in the table dropped their forks and spoons in a heaping pile, and even his comrade looked at him with a gape.
Yamazaki refrained the colorful verbal abuse he was about to throw, pushing them to the back of his measly, little brain. His jaw visibly tightened, glaring head on at the half English, half Japanese teenager that sat in front of him. He had to admit, Eriol was definitely good-looking, but that wasn't why he befriend him. It was simply because of his fame and vast fortune. His parents received a notice the day before he and his family would arrive and was forced to accompany them and tour them around town. The minute the two met, he immediately had a distaste for English muffins. He simply couldn't stand the attention the two had for simply owning the most luxurious hotels, boutiques, and for freak's sake, the man himself owned a parlor.
Which is why he always carried a brush around with him.
But simply, this was too much. As long as he could have what he want: girls, money, food, and a mansion, then he could play along with his parents scam to receive at least a portion of Eriol's family's money. But for Christ's sake, if he couldn't even have something off his wish list, then there would definitely be a stand-off.
The air just got chilly. Ooh. I have the perfect cowboy outfits for them.
"What about Yuuki?"
This time, it was Eriol's turn to scoff, "Just a simple appetizer. The real entree is this, Sakura Kinomoto." His eyes twinkled majestically. "A cherry blossom. How...quaint."
You can practically see the steam blowing off the monkey's ears. "Quaint? I'll give you quaint. Just a few moments ago, you and your appetizer were off enjoying yourselves near the water fountain. A fucking blow job. How's that?"
The toying smile was long lost from the salmon-pink lips, "What is the matter with you?" He was doing his best to keep calm. But you know how boys are.
Stubborn.
Sensitive.
Spoiled.
And not to mention, yummy.
"My matter does not concern you, Eriol Hiiragizawa. I've been pursuing this girl ever since she step foot in this school, and each time I get a chance to interact with her, you have the nerve to interrupt us!"
Well, the minority of them are.
Oh, the smile is back. "Aah. I see. You're jealous."
The boys chuckled along with Eriol's sneering. He huffed, "I am not jealous. All I'm saying is that for once, can't you let your grubby old paws off this one?"
The chief clucked, his smile now a sinister grin. "I'm afraid not. But I'll tell you what. You can have a taste of my appetizer, seeing as I won't be needing her anymore."
His ears turned red, and his eyes were back to dark, tiny slits. "I'll make sure I get a taste of the entree as well, seeing as you will never have your share."
And this, my friends, is where the gay man is attracted to the straight-ee.
Awkward silence.
o0o0o
Sakura has never felt so...ugly in her entire life. Dressed in her usual, shredded uniform with stringy hair, Sakura looked more like a cherry bomb than a cherry blossom. She was lucky enough to rid of the awful stench off of Yuuki's...bowels, but her posse came just moments after lunch with utensils from the art room. They were all staring at her, and the more the whispers rang to her ears, the more she shrank to the miserable being she felt and was being treated as.
She pursed her lips, hot tears ready to scald her. Running up the steps, she ran as fast and far as her legs could go.
Her destination? Who knows? I mean, who would even care? Considering the rumors that spread on her first day in Seijou high.
Opening a door that was suddenly in front of her, Sakura pressed her body against the frame, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Wiping the tears with the back of her hand, Sakura finally gave the door a tug and it was shoved open.
She fell.
How humiliating.
Sakura sniffled, crawling to the nearest corner and hugged her knees to her chest. The crispy, autumn wind shot through her trembling form like wild fire, and goosebumps bubbled on her arms. Burying her head between her legs, Sakura let her emotions out, paying no heed to the cigarette smoke flowing to her nostrils.
Great. Now daddy's girl is going to have to explain the stench of tobacco and smoke in her uniform. Just great.
"Yo."
Sakura's mind froze, but her body continued to tremble. Ignoring the voice, she dug her head deeper between her legs and closed her eyes shut, her teeth clattering because of the cold.
"Hey," the voice seemed closer, and Sakura suddenly felt a sudden warmth coursing throughout her body, "are you all right?"
Sakura's eyes opened, widening at the words of concern that rang to her ears. She cautiously lifted her head, her breathing a bit shaky from her sob story. She gasped when she saw concerned, amber eyes peering sympathetically at her emerald orbs.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder when a brisk gust of wind shocked the two of them, and Sakura finally noticed his unruly, chestnut-colored mane. She gulped when she also realized that the source of the cigarettes came from him. He seemed to smoke near the railings, watching the school campus from below.
And they looked like cockroaches.
Oh, how she wished she had a place like this. It was so inviting.
And for the first time since she arrived, Sakura gave a true, genuine smile.
o0o0o
Hn, too bad that you look like garbage, Sakura. The guy is pretty cute.
Yum, yum. Here's the main course, just for you all.
Can't wait for your tip.
Spotted: the beautiful cherry bomb and the mysterious, dark broad on the school's rooftop. How romantic.
That's all for now. Tune in for more. I'm very sorry for my late updates, and yes, I'm back. I'm hoping to write many sequels for my one-shots and update my incomplete work before school begins. I'm sorry if my work has so many errors. Wordpad has no spelling or grammar checking whatsoever.
Reviews, my sweet dumplings. Review my other work, as well, if you don't mind. I've been waiting for constructive criticism for a while.
Inspired by Gossip Girl novels. Read them. They are amazing. Or watch the show, at least. They're a parent's worst nightmare.
Mwuah,
Abby