And Love Goes On
Author's Notes: Thank you for all the reviews. Well here's where all the things start coming towards the romance. And for once, this is one of my longest chapters I've ever written. Enjoy! And as always, review.
Summary: In high school, he was at the bottom and she was at the top. But she never looked down upon anyone and treated them as equals. He had a secret to hide and no matter how much he hid behind the dorky glasses and the baggy clothes, he was the only one she chose to be her love. And he broke her heart but she's never willing to let him go without a fight.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't sue me, but this story is entirely mine.
.:Beginning:.
Syaoran was having a very bad day. He looked at the clock which had failed to wake him up on time. He cursed, he was running very late.
He quickly brushed his teeth and got dress without really looking at his clothes. He grabbed his bag and rushed out the door. He ignored Wei when he offered him breakfast and ran out the door.
He hadn't thought about much when he woke up. All Syaoran thought about was how late he was.
If he had taken a moment to stop and think he would've noticed a grave mistake. He had forgotten his glasses on his desk.
As Syaoran entered the school gates and through the still full halls of students, he noticed that many people were pointing at him and whispering.
'What the heck are they looking at?' He scowled.
Syaoran was just about to turn the corner to go into homeroom when he bumped into someone and sent them to the floor. He mumbled a quick apology and helped pick up the dropped books.
"Syaoran?"
He snapped up and bathed in emerald eyes.
.:Sakura:.
Sakura blinked rapidly. Amber eyes. She had noticed the messy chocolate hair as Syaoran. But the amber eyes threw her off completely.
"Syaoran?" She repeated.
"Good morning, Sakura." He politely greeted, handing her the last book she had previously dropped.
Sakura was surprised. So it was Syaoran.
"Are you sure you can see?"
Her question surprised Syaoran. Of course he could see. "What are you talking about?"
"You're not wearing your glasses." She told him. Syaoran froze. He quickly stood up and touched his face.
She was right; there were no frames around his eyes. He watched in horror as Sakura calmly rose to her feet and stared at him.
Can she tell?
Her mind was racing. Was he…?
'No…it can't be.' Her mind rationalized.
It wasn't as if she would never date Syaoran. In fact she'd chose him over all those popular guys and jocks she dealt with everyday. But she couldn't be her Winter Ball date, he hadn't even gone as far as she had been informed.
To Syaoran's surprise, Sakura simply smiled at him. "You look a lot better without them."
Syaoran nodded numbly.
"You look a lot better in your new clothes too, Syaoran-kun."
Her statement sent shockwaves in him. He looked down to see that he was wearing very stylish baggy black pants, the ones his mother had bought him last year. They were in style and he had seen many guys in the school wear them. He was wearing a white beater and a blue dress shirt over, unbuttoned.
He swallowed nervously. Syaoran nodded again.
Sakura smiled. "I'll see you in Chem!" And with that she turned around and walked away.
Her behavior surprised him. She had complimented him. Syaoran proceeded to go into homeroom where he heard gasps and could feel stares burning into his skin. He ignored them with his head down and sunk down into his chair. He looked up for a brief moment to see Eriol smirk at him.
Syaoran knew what his best friend was thinking. He could be popular now, what Eriol had always wanted for him. He could ask Sakura out and actually tell her he's had a crush on her ever since he started talking to her.
But Syaoran scowled.
He didn't want any fake friends or a pointless popularity. And just as quickly, homeroom was done and he quickly escaped the questioning stares and into his first period class. Oh how he dreaded it. He wanted to avoid Sakura was much as possible but luck just wasn't on his side.
'The more she sees me, the more she'll start to think I was her Winter Ball date…'
As he walked down the hall, taking his time, his mind was racing. 'You want her to know it was you…'
Syaoran sighed, took a deep breath and took his usual seat next to Sakura. He nodded in greeting at her but surprisingly she said nothing to him and simply stared in front of her. His brow furrowed, was there something wrong?
"Are you sure you can see?" Sakura asked again.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Should he tell her the truth? He inwardly nodded, deciding he should be honest to at least one person.
"To be honest, I don't really need glasses." He told her. He stared at her, waiting for any reaction. After a while, when he was about to turn back to the board and simply settle into the silence, Sakura looked at him.
There was a soft smile. It was so real than any of those other smiles. It was small but her eyes lit up. It extended just enough to see the dimples of her cheeks and in the light; it didn't even seem that she was smiling. It looked so real…and yet so fragile.
"You must wear them to hide from the rest of the world." She whispered.
Syaoran froze. He continued to stare in her eyes. 'How could she have known?'
Before Syaoran could say anything, Sakura spoke. "It's okay. Everyone hides a little part of themselves somewhere. I hope that one day you'll really stop wearing your glasses." Sakura reached over and put her hand over his lightly. "You're such a great person that you shouldn't hide it."
His heart was pounding. His stomach twisted and he felt a flutter inside. Those words meant something to him, so much that he didn't even know why. Someone could finally see him, truly him. The way she understood made his heart swell and his body serene. Syaoran tuned his hand around and gave Sakura's hand a soft squeeze.
"Thank you." He whispered.
.:Lunch:.
It was strange how an incident suddenly changed everything for him. Girls blushed and giggled as they passed by him and that eventually annoyed him to no end.
The jocks that used to tease him suddenly left alone. Some had even greeted him, invited him out.
Syaoran felt very uncomfortable as he looked around the cafeteria. Everyone had invited him to sit with them. It was like they were all treating him like a new student who was hot and fresh meat.
It only proved to him that people in high school were shallow.
But there was one person who didn't change towards him. That alone made his heart flutter. She smiled at him when she passed by him. She was polite and nothing about her changed towards him.
That made him happy and yet sad. He had wanted her to treat him more special, blush when he said something. Yet he was happy that she wasn't shallow and treated him with the same respect she had always given him.
Frustrated by the noise, Syaoran took his lunch elsewhere. He went to a secluded stairwell and sat down on the steps.
"You know being alone isn't always a great thing."
He turned around, stunned. He watched as she glided down the steps and finally sat down next to him, holding a bottle of sweetened green tea and a sub. She stretched her legs in front of her and crossed them at her ankles. He couldn't help but stare at her long legs that were nude because she had decided to wear a pair of black shorts. She set the bottle of green tea between them and unwrapped her sub on her lap. Before she touched it however, she looked at him with her sparkling emerald eyes that could take anyone's breath away.
"Would you hate me if I disturbed you in your loneliness and eat lunch with you?" She asked.
He gave her a small smile, one that made her smile wider and her eyes sparkle more. "I'd like that." He replied.
They ate and talked and Syaoran found himself relaxing in her presence. She finished her lunch and threw the remains away. She resumed her place next to him on the steps and continued with their conversation.
In one of their gaps of silence however, she asked him something that seemed to be no good. "If I asked you something, would you answer me honestly?"
Syaoran looked at her and his heart pounded. Was she going to ask him…??
He nodded and awaited her question. He noticed that she was twisting her light blue shirt in her hands and that she bit her bottom lip slightly.
"Were you…were you my Winter Ball date?"
And the world exploded in front of him.
They were silent for a long time. His mind was racing, his heart was pounding, and he felt like running away.
"Yeah, I was."
Sakura grinned. And before he knew it, Sakura launched herself at him and wrapped her arms around his torso. He was shocked and speechless.
"Thank you." She told him.
Syaoran had expected her to be mad, furious that he had left without telling her who he was. He expected anything except for this. "For what?" He asked, perplexed.
"For a really wonderful night." And suddenly she smacked him on the arm. "But you know, you could've told me it was you!" Syaoran gave her a smile that was crooked. They were separated now and she was still grinning. He shrugged.
"I thought you would hate me if you knew the school nerd was your date."
Something he said made Sakura's happiness wash away on her face. Her smile set down into a thin line and her eyes looked cold. "You're not a nerd." She told him softly. "I would never hate you."
Syaoran exhaled, unaware that he had been holding his breath. "Nice to know."
Before neither one of them could say anything, the bell rang. Sakura took two steps up and then turned away to smile at him. "Thanks for letting me have lunch with you, Syaoran. I'll see you later!"
"Yeah."
And with that, she was gone.
.:At 5:00 PM:.
Finally, he thought. He hadn't known that he had stayed after school so late finishing up his project.
It was darkening outside and Syaoran cleaned up and said goodbye to his teacher. As he walked down the hall, he saw someone he wasn't expecting to see.
"Sakura?" He asked. She turned around and he noticed she was holding her gym bag.
"Hey Syaoran."
"What are you doing here so late?"
"Well I just got out of track practice and then I realized that I forgot my Chem book, so I came back to get it." She explained.
They walked outside together. "Here, let me walk you home." Syaoran offered.
"Thank you."
And so they walked side by side along the streets where the streetlights had just been turned on.
Sakura felt uncomfortable in the silence. "Howcome you don't play any sports, Syaoran?"
He shrugged. "What do you mean?"
"Well…you look pretty athletic underneath all those baggy clothes."
"I play soccer and I do marital arts."
Sakura jumped up and put a hand on his arm. "Really?!" She exclaimed. "That's great! You should play soccer for the school in the spring!" (AN: Soccer is usually in fall but to fit within my story, it's going to be a spring sport.)
"Why? It's not gonna make people like me a lot more."
"Syaoran, they don't know you just like you don't know them. Give it a shot, okay?" She said. "Besides it'd be fun."
"Fun?"
"Yeah! Because I'd get to cheer for you when you make a goal!" Sakura told him, giggling. Syaoran couldn't help himself but laugh as well.
They stopped in front of a big house. It couldn't be called a mansion because it was rather modest.
"Thank you for walking me home."
Syaoran nodded. He expected her to start walking inside but instead she said something else. "You know…you should stop wearing your glasses and look like this more often. Hiding in life doesn't do much for you."
"Meh… I'll consider it."
Sakura smiled and in the dim light, she looked more angelic than ever. She rose on her toes and she seemed to be closer. Her hands were at his shirt and she pressed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I wanted to give you that at the Winter Ball, but you kind of ran away on me before I could."
"Even if you knew it was me?" He asked.
"Even if I knew it was you." She answered.
Syaoran watched her as she walked towards the door. Sakura closed the door softly and disappeared within her house. He sighed and turned the other direction to walk himself home.
The kiss on his cheek lingered and his heart fluttered again, for the millionth time today.
That night Syaoran laid down in bed with his arms behind his head. His memory rewind to today's events and he smiled. He looked at his desk where his glasses were. He took them and buried them in a drawer, forgetting about them.
He'd give it a shot.
Author's Notes: So what do you think? I kind of like this chapter. Well the progress between Sakura and Syaoran will be slow and don't forget, I make my plots with a lot of drama and twists!
You know what I think is ironic? That I don't believe that I will ever find love in the world and yet I write so many romance stories.
Anyways…
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