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"I don't know what you're talking about."
The audience all took a big gulp to prepare for what's going to happen next, because hell is about to freeze over.
~Flashback~
"Speech"
Thoughts
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Chapter Two: It's Like My Job
Twitch. Twitchtwitch. STOMP.
The audience dare not breathe as Sakura advances ever so slowly toward Syaoran, and if you look VERY closely, you can see that the bottom lid of her right eye is twitching involuntarily. STOMP. She inches closer and closer, however, it seems the deadly aura that she's letting off has no effect on the nonchalant boy sitting by the window.
Finally, she looms over Syaoran, casting a small shadow across part of his face. She has never in her whole life felt this degree of anger toward one person, not even Touya. This feeling that makes her want to strangle him and then feed his flesh to the piranhas. Hmm…are there even piranhas in Japan? WHATEVER! She sucked in a big gust of air and then-
BRINGGGGGG
The classroom door slides open as the homeroom teacher enters. A dead silence echoes around the room with the situation at hand. To be honest, it was almost comical, if it weren't for the rhythmic dripping of goo and a certain someone who was just about to erupt. Sakura looks from the teacher, who stares back in shock, to Syaoran, with a smirk plastered on his face. Her shoulders droop down in defeat. Why Kami-sama! If sensei came ONE minute later, I would've had my revenge. If only… Images of red scratch marks across Syaoran's face appeared in Sakura's head. She let out a long sigh. What has this boy done to her? She was never the one to resort to violence. Well, that's was BEFORE this devil from hell came into my life. She thought bitterly.
The teacher finally clears his throat and as he takes his gaze off of the girl, "Uhm, Kinomoto, if you're done staring at Li, please get yourself cleaned up."
"Hai." Sakura answers softly.
She turns around to walk back to her desk, which to her uttermost joy, is right in front of the subject of her detest. Syaoran leans against the palm of his left arm lazily as his eyes followed Sakura like a predator. He watches her as she fumbles for something inside her book bag, and then gives up seeing that the object she's looking for isn't in there. Then, from the corner of his eye he sees that Kasuki, who sits two seats to the right of Sakura, digs out a handkerchief from his bag and gives it to her. Sakura takes the handkerchief and smiles at Kasuki gratefully, thankful that at least someone's willing to lend a helpful hand. Tomoyo, who sits to the right of Syaoran watches the three with a bemused expression. Silently, she puts her purple bordered handkerchief back into her bag.
SYAORAN'S POV.
When Sakura left the room to clean herself up, I felt more than a couple of gazes directed at me. Some of disapproval, others amused and even some fearful. Suddenly a question from a while back drifted back to my mind. I think one of the guys on the soccer team asked me why I like to "torture" Sakura. Back then, I just shrugged him off. Honestly, I didn't know, and still don't know how to answer that question. I don't THINK I'm that much of a sadist… It's more like I've taken an INTEREST in her. (Okay, so I admit I'm being a bit of a bully… and that I put those paintballs in her locker…) And no, I'm not interested in her romantically, definitely not. The thought of liking an empty headed girl like her is …almost funny. There's just nothing else to do in this boring school, I guess.
It's just entertaining to see her reactions every time I pull a prank on her. She doesn't break down in tears, as I would expect from a small girl like her. Sometimes I wonder what it would take to make her cry, but that's not something a guy should do anyway. She fights back, just as she would've a few minutes ago if the teacher didn't interrupt. She has never told on me. Which is what confuses me the most…
~Flashback~
"Yo." I greeted the auburn haired girl seated on the grass outside school. She swirled around in total surprise, and then she narrowed her eyes in suspicion, "Yes?"
"Do you have a moment?" I asked her and turned my head slightly to indicate that I wanted to talk to her alone. I can't ask her here with all her friends around.
"Did you dig a hole there somewhere and hope that I'll drop right in?" She blurt out. From the tone she's using, it doesn't sound like she's being sarcastic. A few of her friends snickered, and I felt the corners of my lips lift up slightly. "What! You guys know that I can't be too careful around this guy…" She defended.
"Look, first of all, it's against the school rules to destroy school property. Second of all, I wouldn't do something as stupid as to dig a hole when I can just trip you off a hill." Hmmm, I shouldn't have said that. I thought to myself as she stared at me in disbelief.
"Just kidding. Ahaha… I wouldn't do that. ANYWAYS. I just need 5 minutes of your precious time okay?" She rolled her eyes at the obvious sarcasm.
"Give me three good reasons why I should follow a loathsome person like you."
Jeez, what's with this girl. "I promise I won't do anything to you okay? We'll be right over there, where your friends can see you." That seemed to have done the trick. She reluctantly got up and excused herself to follow me a few yards away from where her friends are, just far enough so that they can't hear us.
"You know, if you were always this careful, you wouldn't have fallen for so many pranks." I said to her as we stood under a cherry blossom tree.
She retorted back haughtily, "and if you didn't pull those pranks, I wouldn't have to be so careful. So what do you need to tell me?"
"Oh right." A few awkward seconds passed.
"….Well?" She demanded as she tapped her foot impatiently.
"Well… the thing is…you see…" I mumbled, dragging out my sentence. I can feel her eyes on me and that she can sense the weird atmosphere in the air.
"You're being weird. Is something wrong?" I can detect a hint of worry in her tone. Her sudden mood switches never fail to amuse me. First she worries about what I could do to her, and now she worries about me. What a strange girl.
"Well…you know how I always pull those pranks on you?"
"Yeah?" She raised an eyebrow at my question, "are you going to apologize to me?" Her eyes grew to the size of tennis balls.
I blinked once. Twice. There is only one word to describe this girl…naïve.
"Of course not."
I swear I saw her posture falter for a moment. "I just wanted to know…why you didn't… tell on me." There, I said it.
"…That's it? You're not going to apologize?"
"Nope."
"I'm leaving."
"Wait! You didn't answer my question yet." I called out weakly when she turned to leave.
"I don't want to answer it." Her back was still facing me. Why does she have to be so stubborn!
"Is it because you're in love with me?" I joked. Trying to irritate the answer out of her…maybe?
"For crying out loud! The day that I fall in love with you is when …when… I can't even think of anything! It's impossible! And as for why I didn't tell on you, it's my choice isn't it?" She looks right at me in the eyes as if challenging me, "besides, someone like you who likes to make others suffer wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."
~End Flashback~
About ten minutes later, Sakura comes back into the room, looking more presentable. She throws a glare in my direction as she takes her seat in front of me, and then turns to face the front with a 'hmph!" I flash her one of my best smirks err…smiles. Good old Sakura. The sensei cleared his throat and resumes teaching as if he hasn't been disrupt in the first place.
I was only half listening to his lecture since math was my best subject and half thinking about what prank to pull on Sakura next. Then I noticed Sakura's settling into her usual "fidgeting" state, in which I found out after a few weeks of observations, that only occurs in math class. Thanks to my superb hearing, I found out that she was extremely bad at math. I really did only overhear her pleadings for help to Daidouji, I swear I didn't do it on purpose! It's pretty amusing to see her struggle over the simplest trig problems.
I absentmindedly finished the questions the teacher assigned to do for the remaining of the class and somehow my gaze drifted back to her. Her shoulders are shaking slightly as she furiously erases mathematical mistakes and scribbles down what are most likely more mistakes. Unable to control myself, I choked out something like a snort.
"Would you like to share with us what you found to be so amusing, ?" The teacher said with an annoyed expression.
"Uh… do you know when trigonometry tables were first used?"
"I don't recall the year in which it was invented, why do you ask?"
"I believe it's B.C. Before Calculators. Get it?" A few titters echoed around the room.
"Very amusing, . I'm sure it wouldn't be as amusing if your mother hears about this at Parent-Teacher Conference now would it?" The teacher threatened.
"Actually, she-"
"That's enough, ! Everybody go back to work." The teacher's voice boomed.
I settled back into my seat casually, but what Sakura muttered next wiped the smirk off of my face. "Just because you're talented doesn't give you the right to laugh at other people you know."
So she knew I was watching her, unsurprisingly.
"Talent? There's no such thing as talent, Sakura." She looked turn around in surprise at the frosty tone. Then her expression changed into one of confusion, and then apologetic.
"Sorry." She whispered that one word while looking down
It's pretty frustrating how she can make me feel guilty in the blink of an eye. I let out a low sigh, "what do you need help with?"
…And then her face shows the ever-so-familiar suspicious look. "Are you planning something again?"
"And if I am?" I said with a grin. It's so fun to tease her. "Are you going to turn down this offer? One that you desperately need I might add."
She turns to her best friend for help and instead comes face to face with the blinking red dot of a mini video recorder. Daidouji takes her eyes off of the recorder for two seconds to give her a bashful look and mouths a quick 'sorry'. Seeing that her best friend is much more interested in recording her troublesome situation, she unwillingly turns back to me. Why DID I offer to help in the first place again? I don't really know.
"So, how why are there two angles for sine in this problem?"
Oh, right.
Back to the basics.
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