Disclaimer: I don't own Card Captor Sakura.

Summary: News of the chivalrous, suave Eriol Hirigazawa asking Sakura the nobody to the school dance is out, and this gets the attention of the whole school, especially that of Sakura's lab partner, the notorious badboy Syaoran Li...

It was ten minutes before recess time ended, and Tomoyo, Sakura, Chiharu, Rika, Naoko and Yamazaki were sitting under the cherry blossom trees chatting away.

"I can't wait for the school dance!" Naoko exclaimed as she clasped her hands together excitedly, "I've already decided what I'm going to wear there! I've also decided on my hairstyle and make-up!"

"Me too!" Chiharu said just as enthusiastically. "I was shopping at Tomoeda Mall just last week and I saw this really beautiful white dress in one of the stores! Oh my gosh, I could already imagine myself wearing it! But it's really expensive, about thirty thousand yen! But I've decided, I'll do whatever it takes to buy that dress! Even if it means sacrificing my weekends to find a job and cutting down on my shopping! I just hope that my numbskull of a date will appreciate the efforts I'm taking for once and not make stupid remarks like 'is that made out of curtain?' or 'hey, that looks like my grandma's pyjamas!' Grr...!"

Yamazaki cleared his throat. "Chiharu, that was in the past, when the old Yamazaki still existed. But the me today has grown more mature, and sensitive to your fragile feelings, and so rest assured that I will never spout such cutting remarks again, even though sometimes the outfits you choose can be quite... eccentric!"

"See what I mean?" Chiharu said frustratedly.

"Yes, but at least you get to go to the dance with a guy you like," Rika replied in a melancholic tone. She sighed and continued, "Do you think Terada sensei would be interested in attending a high school dance?"

"Yuck, Rika, he's too old for you," Yamazaki said bluntly.

"I think you all are taking the school dance too seriously," Sakura remarked softly. "There's still one more month to the dance, you know..."

Everyone groaned. Chiharu shook her head and said, "Sakura, you're beyond salvation."

"Yup," Naoko agreed. "You really should learn to care more about such stuff. Maybe that's why you've never been asked out even ONCE."

"By the way, Sakura," Tomoyo began, a mischievous grin playing on her face. "You are going to the school dance, aren't you? By the way, I've come up with this whole array of designs for your outfit to the dance! You must come over to my house sometime this week!"

Sakura began to stammer. "Uh... actually... I'm not sure if I'm going to the dance..."

"WHAT? WHY?"

"I... don't know. I mean, it's just going to a dinner and dancing, right?"

Tomoyo shook her head vigorously. "It's not just going to a dinner and dancing! You also get to hang out with us and besides, this is our last school dance before we graduate from Tomoeda High! You MUST MUST MUST come!"

"O-Ok, I try-"

"Try? Just come, Sakura!" Chiharu pleaded. "This will be the last time we'll get to go to a school dance together! The past few school dances were quite enjoyable, weren't they? So why won't you come for this year's as well?"

Sakura sighed. Her friends would never understand how pathetic it was to sit alone at a huge empty table watching everyone else dance if not playing with the food on her plate for a whole hour.

The recess bell rang.

"Let's hurry for class. Don't want to be scolded at again," Sakura said as she hurriedly stood up and dashed off.