Chapter 3: What?

Have you ever experience being abandoned like a helpless puppy in a miniature box waiting to be found? Every morning, the minute Ms. Tomoyo placed a foot on the granite pathway leading to the school that was how I felt. The awkward silence had been cut short. The chauffeur held the door for her and she took her leave. With her pink Prada© heels and her pink Michael Kors© bag, girls came to her.

"Tomoyo! Oh my god. Where did you get that bag? It's so pretty!" Girl #1 smiled. I wonder how much of a façade they could put up to be with the most second most popular girl in the school. Smile, girls. Behind that toothy grin, lied so many secrets.

Enough of the small talk, instead of girls crowding me, the boys followed me. Guess what? I'm the most popular girl of the school. As I dispatched myself of Tomoyo, I walked though the iron gates of a hell hole known as college. Unlike high school, there weren't that many cliques on the campus. But, couples hung around and behind the conifers exchanging spits and sucking on each others face like there was no tomorrow.

Nevertheless, with a pack of boys of seventeen years old following me, the feeling of jealously erupted.

"Look at the sl*t,"

"Wow, I'm surprise she didn't contact any STD's yet."

"Why do people like her, exist?"

Everyone was afraid of me. Girls spread rumors about me and talk behind my back because they didn't have the courage to say it to my face. Having muscular good looking boys under your spell did have its advantage.

My eyebrows furrowed and I yelled, "B*tches, if you have something to say, say it to my face!" The group of girls huddling before me trembled in fear and fled. I scoffed and waved my hazel hair, "Cowards."

My posse of boys nodded their head in agreement and cheered. "Sakura, that was awesome!" With the continuous high fives and laughter of the girl's reaction, I smiled. I felt like a tomboy. Strangely enough, I felt more comfortable talking to boys than girls. They don't gossip like the ones of my sex.

Boys were a little perverted but they sure know how to have fun.

My eyes were suddenly covered with someone's palm. I could feel the smile creep behind me. "Guess who?"

"Kero. What are you doing exactly?" I pushed his palms away and my hands were on my hips checking him out. His slender arms bent as he laid his back against his yellow-white motorcycle. "Yo, Sakura! What were up to early in the morning," he locked his vehicle and walked beside me, adding to the five boys who were following me, showering me with compliments.

I sighed. "Nothing much. There were just some girls who were spreading lies about me and I just resolved it."

He smiled and eyed me with curiosity. "How exactly did you resolve it?"

"I just told them if they wanted to b*tch about me to tell it to my face," "But, they just ran," I shrugged my shoulders.

He nodded his head in a disapproving way. "You know… Your father was the school's principal that means you have the power to do whatever you want…"

My eyes darken. When my father came into any of these discussion, I felt the temperature rising. "Well, he`s dead. The only reason why I am still popular is because I have you guys and my attitude sort-of scares others."

"Enough of the talk, let`s go inside; Princess." His eyes glinted with amusement.

"It would be your honor, my prince."