Pretty Girl
A/n I'm soryy I haven't updated in awhile! I had a total writers block! I started this chapter at the beginning of the month and I didn't get it finished until just now! I've also been pretty busy, things around here have been pretty hectic plus I had my birthday (I'm finally 15!) and I went on a trip with my family for a week which kinda sucked cause it was with my family…I was also sick for a whole week and was too miserable to write. Anyways enough with excuses here's the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does. I also do not own the song this fic is based off of, that belongs to Sugarcult. I do own this plot though, everything that isn't Cardcaptors comes from my lovely little head.
Recap of chapter 6…
"Quiet!" Mrs. Yuzuharu snapped at him. "You'll be a single parent for the first few days Mr. Li, I'm sorry about that."
"It's okay," Syaoran grumbled. He wasn't looking forward to taking care of the doll on his own for a while.
"Look on the bright side Syaoran," Takashi offered. "Chicks dig men with kids."
Syaoran clenched his fists before shouting out to his friend annoyed, "But it's a doll!"
Chapter 7: You can never get 'em
Sakura sighed in boredom up in her room the next day. Her dad had not been too happy with her when he found out that she was suspended. He knew she and that teacher didn't get along, but he had never thought she would blow up on him like that. Because he hadn't been too happy, he decided that she couldn't leave her room at all for the next three days of her suspension. She hadn't really cared at first because she liked being in her room anyways, that was until he wouldn't even let her leave to use the bathroom…he brought her in a port-a-potty. The very idea of using it disgusted her. He also decided that he would deliver her meals to her so she couldn't leave to get food.
At first she thought she could just leave when he went to work and had the whole house to herself, that was, until he decided to keep her door locked. She knew she should have learned how to pick locks when she was younger.
The only thing to do all day was listen to music, read or watch TV. TV was ruled out because daytime TV sucked and was nothing but boring soap operas which she hated watching. She walked over to her bookshelf to look at any good books she owned. She scanned over the titles printed on the sides of the books and decided that none of them seemed interesting right now. It was then she decided to look through her vast CD collection. She had three whole stands full of CDs so she had many to choose from.
"Hmm, what all do I have?" she asked herself.
After ten minutes of looking she had pulled out four CDs to choose from.
"Okay, you are my choices," she spoke to the CDs. "It's between We Are Scientists, Nightwish, The Academy Is…, and Jack's Mannequin."
She stared at them trying to think of how to decide which to listen to. Finally she decided what she was going to do, "Eenie, meanie, mynie, moe, catch a tiger by the toe, if he hollers let him go, eenie, meanie, mynie, moe. My mother says to pick the very best one and it is Y – O – U!" she sang while pointing to the CDs. At the end she ended up picking The Academy Is… "Well let's put you in my stereo."
She picked up the CD case and walked over to her stereo. She opened the case and placed the CD in and pressed play. When the CD started playing she headed back to her bed and laid down listening to the music.
Attention! Attention!
May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room,
if only, if only for one second.
"I wonder what I'm missing in school today?" she muttered to herself. As she realised what she just said she snapped her eyes open, "What am I thinking? I hate school! I don't care if I'm missing something!"
This table has taken a turn for the worst.
Rock bottom and over the edge
well it's not like it hurts that much anyway.
Upside down and inside out.
When I leave here I'm going alone.
Well it's not like it hurts much anyway.
"But still, I wondering what's going on in that stupid parenting class," she said thoughtfully to herself. "I hear at some point they give you a baby…EWUH I don't want to take care of some stupid doll! I'm not four!"
Attention! Attention!
May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room,
if only, if only for one second.
Will you hear what I have to say?
Oh, did I mention when I see you it stings like hell?
To the fact that we could have something that'll never happen.
Will you hear what I have to?
"If I have to take care of some kid, than that means I can't keep my headphones on because I have to listen to it!" she thought horrified. "That's torture!"
This balance has weighed out our hearts desire.
I'm trying to make it alone.
Well it's not like it hurts that much anyway.
Upside down and inside out.
When I leave here I'm going alone.
But I'm dying, I'm dying to touch.
Well it's not like it hurts much anyway.
"Maybe I could ditch the doll with my partner," she thought. "I mean, it's not like people will actually want to work with me…"
Attention! Attention!
May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room,
if only, if only for one second.
Will you hear what I have to say?
Oh, did I mention when I see you it stings like hell?
To the fact that we could have something, something.
"Why am I even thinking about this? I don't even know if the project had been handed out? Being trapped in my room must have made me go crazy! I'm talking to myself more than usual!"
Attention! Attention!
May I have all your eyes and ears to the front of the room,
if only, if only for one second.
Will you hear what I have to say?
Oh, did I mention when I see you it stings like hell?
To the fact that we could have something that'll never happen.
Will you hear what I have to?
"God I really shouldn't have gotten suspended," she muttered. "Why didn't I just do the normal thing and fake sick? Then I wouldn't be trapped in my room!" she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
Attention! Attention!
Upside down and inside out.
Attention! Attention!
Upside down and inside out.
"I never did like that song," she murmured when the song finished. "That's why I was talking to myself! I was trying to block the song out!" she decided even thought it was a lie because she liked every song by the band.
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Syaoran came to school pushing his doll in a stroller he had found in his garage from when he was a baby. He felt like such a loser pushing a doll around in a stroller. He felt like a four-year-old girl! He looked around at some of the students in the school. He noticed some of the people in his class were pushing their dolls around in strollers as well. AND THEY WERE ALL GIRLS!
"I hate being a single dad," he sighed.
Just then his friends came over to him grinning from ear to ear while looking at his stroller. When they got right in front of him he rolled his eyes waiting for what kind of mockery they had for him.
"How's single parenthood?" Eriol grinned.
"Fine," he answered bitterly.
"Is it hard being a mother and father to the baby?" Ritsou asked smirking..
"Now that you mention it, it is," he glared. "And when my partner comes back to school she is going to help out."
"For some reason I can't picture her doing that," Takashi said thoughtfully.
"I don't care if she wants to do it or not, she's going to! I am failing this class as it is, I don't need her making it worse!" Syaoran growled. He had sworn to himself last night when he was woken up at three o'clock by the crying doll that he would not let Sakura Kinomoto and her attitude make him fail more than he already was.
"Hah, good luck to you there man, Kinomoto barely does her regular assignments, like she would care about this one," Eriol chuckled.
"Oh believe," he stated seriously, "she's going to."
"Yeah well in case she doesn't, we feel for you man," Eriol patted him on his back.
"Thanks," Syaoran said sarcastically. "It means so much to me that you care."
"That's what friends are for," Takashi grinned.
Syaoran rolled his eyes and continued to push the stroller into the school with the girls. He was so going to kill Sakura for getting suspended.
'I wonder if she got suspended to get out of this' he bitterly thought.
He continued to walk down the hallway, some immature guys were laughing at him as he passed them making him clench his fists as he tried to ignore them.
"Just ignore them, they're not worth getting angry over," he muttered over and over to himself as he walked passed them.
Finally he reached his locker. He carefully took the doll out acting as if it was a real child. He put the doll in one arm as he closed up the stroller and tried to fit it into his thin locker. After a couple minutes of figuring out how to stick it in there without it getting stuck or taking up to much room he came out in victory. He was happy that they were in a school with bigger lockers than the ones they showed on TV or else he would have been screwed.
Sighing, he took out his books for his first class. He groaned when he realized he would have to take the doll into class with him.
'Great,' he thought, Mr. Iwao loved to mock his students. That was why he was the second least popular teacher in school. The first was the geography teacher, Mr. Okiayu. He mocked students too, almost came close to getting punched by one of the students before.
Awe he remembered that like it was yesterday, the guy that almost punched him was one of his friends Hiro Wantanabe. Hiro wasn't a bad guy, he was just very cocky and didn't get along with teachers. Hiro was also a guy people didn't like to mess with because he was very big, weight wise, and had some very tough friends as well. He was what some of the kids here called a stoner. He spent his break between classes smoking weed with his other friends but never got busted in school for being high. As dumb as he was, Syaoran was impressed how he got away with being high in school. The kid was like Eriol and needed glasses so instead of wearing regular glasses he got prescription sunglasses to shade his eyes so nobody could see his eyes, which was always the give away if you were stoned. The teachers couldn't tell him to remove them because he needed them to see. That was why Syaoran figured Hiro wasn't as dumb as he looked. He laughed every time he remembered what went on that day when Hiro came close to punching Okiayu.
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A fifteen year-old Syaoran was sitting in geography class waiting for the class to start when he saw Hiro Wantanabe walk in with a new haircut, it was a big change from his old hair that had been longer and puffy on his head because of the curls in his hair. This cut was short and didn't stick out on his head. He sat down at the empty desk next to Syaoran.
"Hey," he drawled out. That was the way Hiro talked. His voice had a mellow tone to it that caused all his sentences to come out in a drawl. Syaoran always thought it was cool the way he talked.
"Hey," Syaoran replied back. "Nice haircut."
"I swear man," Hiro glared. "Mock my hair and I will kick your ass so hard you'll feel it in the next century."
"I wasn't mocking it," he spoke in a monotone to show he wasn't afraid.
"Good," Hiro slouched in his seat.
The bell rang and Okiayu-sensei walked into the room to start the lesson. He started calling attendance. When he was finished he looked over at Hiro and started laughing.
"Nice haircut! Did your mom do it Wantanabe?"
Syaoran saw Hiro clench his fists as he answered, "No but if you'd like her to do your hair I'm sure she'd agree for a certain price."
"And look like you? I don't think so," he continued to laugh.
"What's wrong with it?" Hiro had a clenched jaw now.
"Everything! It's almost as ugly as your face!" the sensei continued to mock.
That was it, Syaoran knew Hiro would explode now, "So I'm ugly now am I? Why don't you go look in a fucking mirror asshole! Oh wait, you'd probably break it with that piece of shit looking face of yours!" Hiro exploded.
Okiayu stopped laughing and walked up to Hiro's desk, "Go to the office right now!"
"Gladly!" Hiro got up and Okiayu followed him to the door.
Right before Hiro was about to walk out Okiayu spoke again, "And don't come back in here until your hair grows back," he smirked. Syaoran watched Hiro raise his fist with a pissed off expression on his face but shook his head realizing he wasn't worth it and left the room.
That was the closest a student had ever come to punching a teacher so far…
/)End Flashback(\
Syaoran smiled at the memory as he walked into class carrying the doll like he was supposed to. He cringed when the bell rang and Iwao-sensei walked in. He knew he was going to be mocked.
After attendance was taken Iwao looked over at him and smirked. Syaoran felt dread come over him.
"Mr. Li, I wasn't aware that teenage boys played with dolls," the class laughed and Syaoran sank into his seat.
'Damn you Kinomoto!' his mind screamed in embarrassment.
TBC
A/n okay so here's the long awaited chapter! I'm sorry it took so long but at least while I was gone I had my birthday D: I also got to see Hairspray the Musical which was awesome and I think everyone should go see (: anyways remember to read and review and I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Ciao!