Spotted
'Narrated' by: Blossomed X
Disclaimer: I do not own CardCaptor Sakura. Some of the 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
Previously, on Spotted:
Spotted on Seijou high's rooftop is Sakura Kinomoto; the local damsel-in-distress that just can't get a break. Bullying, taunting, and groping seems to be the only thing out in her menu. I wonder if she has an appetite.
Chapter 3: Oh Prince Cutie, won't you save me?
Welcome, cheerleaders and local pep rally leaders of Seijou high. You're probably wondering why you can hear my voice from the intercom. Well, I'm trying to prevent another day of the Principal having sex with his secretary from reaching your poor innocent ears. That's the Internet's job, not theirs. And besides, I have something very fortunate for you all today.
And it isn't in the campus below, either.
No, today, our whole topic is going to revolve around the school's rooftop. The romantic rooftop with a beautiful scenery of the cockroaches and pigs below, and not to mention, a hunky young broad who is willing to give Sakura Kinomoto, our exploding cherry bomb, her very first orgasm in this school.
And no, I am not referring to anything sexual at all.
And don't worry. This is their moment. I won't interrupt. Just simply...jeer here and there, as usual. But I wonder if first impressions do mean something...or anything. Considering on how our beauty queen now looks like the queen of trash. Wouldn't you think?
But lets push aside my ranting for now, hn? I'm more interested in the two love birds in their nest. Oh look, they're nuzzling!
Click click! You know what they say: "Take a picture, it lasts longer."
Popcorn and drinks, anyone?
o0o0o
Syaoran has never felt this...agitated and yet, persevered in his whole entire attendance here at school.
He was smoking. He was alone. He was content.
Keyword is: was.
Ditching classes since third period was a daily ritual. He simply did not care for his grades, and people did not care for him. He was in heaven every time he had a cigarette in his hand, and a room of his own in the other. Which is why he didn't really mind being detained after school. Then again, he couldn't receive his allowance, hence, he had to find another way to hang out other than walking aimlessly in the halls and making the fire alarm go off by setting up matches near classrooms.
When he found the rooftop, he made sure that he declared it was his own. And how?
Simple: he threw a gallon of alcohol from the fence and giggled like a maniac when everyone cried in horror. The roof was his, and he was named the lone wolf that roamed around the campus' dome. He couldn't have been happier each time he kicked an intruder out of his private area, and he couldn't have been happier when he kicked them in their private area.
And yet, despite the fact that someone interrupted him during his break time, he didn't even mind. He was ticked, and he was tired. And also...very curious.
He was smitten; whipped. Infatuation, is what he would call it. He wanted to make sure that what he was feeling was just that. Was he only lusting? No. But was this love at first sight?
...Not sure.
Gay.
"So...let me guess. Yuuki and her posse, am I right?" Sakura nodded, a frown still placed on her lips at the unfortunate events that was piled high on her shoulders. And sitting next to a scowling stranger that was the first ever to exchange kind words to her made her feel uneasy. She just couldn't let her guard down.
But, hey, since she isn't interested in him, I'll give you his name and perhaps, number.
Spotted: Syaoran Li. You'd wonder why he was all alone in the rooftop when all the other hotties were downstairs. His unkempt chestnut mane was so messy that the wind had no effect on it. But don't worry, he actually tries to look presentable. Taking a shower and shaking his head is presentable enough.
His piercing, amber eyes had flecks of gold and onyx that it seems like he can see right through your tainted soul. And despite the fact that he made the uniform as comfortable and anti-starched as he possibly could, he fidgeted every now and then, tugging at his collar that drooped freely against his collarbone.
He had no idea why he was such a nervous wreck. Maybe it was because of the defused cherry bomb right next to him, and he was the doomed Port-a-Potty.
Doomed.
Or maybe it was because her attire was simply...too much for him to handle at the moment. Scamp. Tramp. I mean, skimpy. He's only been smoking a cigarette for the past few hours, not pot, despite its good effects.
And the saying in Seijou high is: "So many sluts, so little time." And pot definitely made sure that he had little time to spend with the sluts.
Bon appetite.
His red custom silk tie danced with the breeze every now and then. It was undone, as usual, dangling around his neck like a scarf. The only thing that made the tie stay in place was the small clip that was attached to his collar which he tugged on every now and then. He only wore the tie because it was scarlet red, and not only that, it looked as if blood was trailing behind him each time the wind blew past him.
It made him feel...demonic.
And not to mention, sexy.
How strange...two different presences that can actually pull off the preppy, rebellious look. Giggity giggity.
He scoffed, lighting a cigarette and inhaling slowly on it as if it was his only life line. He pulled it out of his mouth after taking a deep breath from his depressant, then placed it in between his two fingers and contemplated at her answer: Yuuki and her posse. Hn, it was like being with Josie and the Pussycats behind the scenes.
Hideous.
Revolting.
He can already feel his shoulders drooping warily just thinking about it.
Yeow. There's a cat fight, tonight.
"A-ano..." he turned his head, his hand lying lazily against his bent knee and gazing intently at her, and it was at that moment that she suddenly felt a warm surge of embarrassment coursing throughout her body. The bitch patrol made her look like she was born to be dressed in rags and tear-offs. Her flared skirt looked like it was a pom-pom, and her blouse was cut to her belly button with the sleeves torn off that it appeared that she was wearing a poncho. She blinked it away with her luscious eyelashes, thankful for the dark blue gazer that enveloped her curled body. "Thank you for the jacket."
He quirked a brow. The minute he laid his eyes on her, she seemed to be grateful for everything. Not that he complained. But she was just...too innocent. "You don't have to thank me for it. It's uniform. For all I care, you can keep it." He took another drag, sighing with content. The nicotine in the cigarette calmed his nerves and senses bit by bit. For some strange reason, he felt tense. Very, very tense.
Call a masseuse. They do excellent work in the crotch area.
Sakura held her breath, trying not to inhale any of the second-hand smoke as discreetly as possible. She didn't want to appear uncomfortable by the cigarette. His shoulders gradually dropped after each inhale and exhale, and it seemed to be his own serene haven.
Well, too bad that he noticed.
Like I said, his eyes can see everything.
"Are you uncomfortable with this?" He held up the pipe to her face, and she glared at it. He chuckled. She looked like a small child, staring at a candy bar that she couldn't grab because her father was holding it five feet away from her height.
She was petite. Maybe that's how she saw the cigarette as--a candy bar. I mean, she didn't even eat lunch. But she sure had a good, long gulp from the toilet bowl.
He took another long inhale of smoke, then threw it across the fence. He frowned when he saw that it didn't fall on anybody's shoulders. He had hoped that today would be another day of torturing those rich, popular snobs with his cigarette butts.
"You didn't have to do that," she mumbled, tracing her lips with her fingers but grateful nonetheless. She had lost her grandfather due to lung cancer, and it was mainly because of his reckless smoking and drinking habits. Not to mention, he used to exhale in front of her very own nostrils, so she would get sick to her stomach at the thought of someone that age for smoking, just to relieve himself from depression and sulking.
He merely shrugged it off, a long hard look on his face. "I have a whole carton of them."
Her eyes widened now. He appeared to be only a junior. Why was he smoking so much at such a young age? Her emerald eyes flickered sympathetically at him as a vague image of her grandfather flashed in her eyes.
He shuddered, ignoring the gaze."So, you're new here?" He asked, leaning back against the railing. Sakura squeaked when a sharp breeze shot past her to him, but he seemed unfazed.
She gave a numb nod, her lips still covered by her hands. "I moved here from a boarding school in the United States."
Syaoran stared at her as if she was an alien. "Why the hell did you move?" Sakura blushed, feeling utterly inferior now that she realized it. Everyone in the school was recognized for their beauty and wealth, and she didn't have either one of them. Her hand fell to her lap. She now knew why everyone was teasing and bullying her. She didn't belong here.
Pfft. If you don't belong here, then you don't belong anywhere, girlfriend.
The silence was unbearable, and Syaoran wanted an answer. "So...?" He crooned his head, his bangs falling directly to his eyes, and he cursed inwardly, swatting himself in the forehead.
"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed when he thwacked himself too hard.
Sakura giggled when a bright red mark appeared on his forehead, but quickly covered her mouth when she realized what she was doing. "I know I shouldn't have moved. But...I thought it would be better for my father."
Oh geez. Here comes the sob story.
He seemed to contemplate on that matter. "I'm not saying you shouldn't have moved. I'm just saying that you shouldn't have moved here, specifically. The town is great. The school, on the other hand-"
"Is crap?" She finished, bitterly. He blinked, amused, and she clamped her mouth shut once more.
Flies. They're attracted to her, that's why.
"Gomen ne..."
He gazed up at the sky. "Well, it's cool if you hang here. But I don't think it's a good idea right now, considering that sixth period has already begun. It's a bad idea to ditch in your first day transferring here." Her eyes widened at the sudden realization.
"Oh my-"
"I'm atheist, yo. So don't say that dude's name." She giggled. He had a response for everything.
God.
"Thank you for allowing me to stay here. And thank you for the coat." His eyes rolled from the sky to her form as she stood up, ready to go to her next class.
"It's cool," he muttered, trying to remain calm. Was she honestly leaving already?
"I-I hope to see you again," she whispered, waving goodbye before she opened the door that led downstairs.
Now's your chance. Ask the bombshell out.
A boyish smirk formed on his lips. "Then how about hanging out with me after school?" She blushed furiously, and he simply awaited for her response. He didn't want to miss the opportunity of being with her. She was something new, absolutely. He needed to have the chance to be with her before any of the scum bags do.
She fumbled with her own hands, weighing her options. "Um..." He quirked a brow. She seems to enjoy playing with her hands a lot.
Ew.
Sensing her uneasiness, he quickly added, "It's cool. You're new here. Be familiar with your surroundings first, right?" She nodded dumbly, still lost at words. He grinned. "Then I'll see you tomorrow, maybe. Come here any time." She nodded, a small smile on her lips.
"Arigatou..."
Realizing that he never introduced himself, he quickly grunted out his name, "Syaoran Li."
Little wolf? Oh, how I would love it if he howled in my ears.
She tucked a strand of honey-brown hair behind her ears. "Li-kun...I'm Sakura Kinomoto." He gave a curt nod, repeating her name in his head so he can remember it for next time, then gave her a peace sign with a blank look. He was now utterly bored without her company.
"Well, peace yo." She let out a snort, and a deep rumble erupted from his throat that appeared to be a cackle of laughter.
"Bye." And with that, she closed the door behind her, the coat falling lightly to her knees. She skipped to her next class, a smile on her lips for the rest of the day.
And as for her savior?
Well, he didn't have a smile.
What he did have, though, was an eye that looked out after her and gazed at her until she walked out of the iron gates, awaiting for the next day.
He had no other place he'd rather be in.
So...what was on the menu for him?
Sakura Kinomoto, a penis' best friend, a loner of Seijou high with a bright, big juicy red cherry on top.
Rags as sprinkles. A poncho as a coat of honey.
Mm. Yummy.
Dig in.
Early chapter. I know that my chapters are very short now, compared to my previous stories What I Like About You and Protect Me, but I'm typing any ideas that pop into my head. Improvisation. It's a wonderful, beautiful thing that I've been doing since I created my profile. Also, if you see any errors, please tell me so I can edit my stories.
Question: Do you prefer that I put two chapters together so a chapter can seem longer (which will stall updates), or should I just stick with short chapters, but update faster?
...Did you understand that question? Because I sure didn't. School has just started for me, and I'm sure I'm going to be very busy. Any questions about Sakura Kinomoto or Syaoran Li's life or anybody else's life? Ask away. ;D
Thank you for all of your reviews. And I can't wait for more of your comments. Reviews, my sweet things.
Mwuah,
Abby