Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Lei Ring, Mirasi Arinat, and Shishiza Ching, and Kameko Ring.

Author's Note: Oh my GOSH!!!!! I've reread my past chappies and boy do they suck! It's been awhile since I've updated (to say the least) so I think my vocab has had some much-needed spring cleaning and some snap to it, so hopefully this stuff will be much better written, realistic, and descriptive. :) Enjoy!

Summary: Sakura is a very unpopular geek at school who is bothered by Syaoran and friends. With help from a friend, Sakura decides it's time to turn the tables. What will happen then?

Ch.14

Tick Tick Tick...

"What an arduos and not to mention looooong day..." said a flustered young woman with a creeping migraine around the corner. She looked at her watch and saw the time. '20 minutes left...'

She was currently sitting on the couch, arms on the headrest, facing the view of the window with her butt stuck up in the air, knees on cushion. She turned around and faced the proper way and stretched her freed toes, that finally had 5 minutes away from the grasp of her patent peep-toes. Suddenly she heard her ringtone playing and glanced up at her desk where her phone was moving as it had a mind of its own, due to its vibration.

"Finally a call, that has nothing to do with- hopefully, anything work-related." said the statured auburn haired maiden with tosseled messy hair. She walked to her desk, her panty hose making a faint noise against the carpet. She looked at her screen and saw an unknown number. "How totally awesome.." she said in a monotonous tone. She stood there with her hand in her hair, and her hand on her hips, staring into space for a few seconds. She was very bored and decided to ask her 'boss' a question that was eating at her.

knock knockknockknock knock knockknock

"Come in."

"Hey." said Sakura in all her suprisingly attractive and lazy glory. She was still barefoot, with her skirt a few inches higher than eariler that morning, her collard shirt unbuttoned revealing a bit much to an unaware Sakura, untamed locks and all.

Syaoran glanced up from his paperwork-cluttered desk, looked down, and snapped his head back up, failing to resist from taking a second look. He gulped and blinked a few times, trying to take Sakura seriously. But that was very, very hard because he just happened to have his incrediblely hot secretary in his office- alone.

"I know this question seems to be pretty off the wall here, but I met this guy the other day, in the copy room, and I'm kinda curious about him, I was hoping you knew a little info on the guy..." she said with a couple of bats from her eyelashes. She felt kind of guilty asking him this but they had reached to the conclusion that were just good friends, and that's what friends do right? Confide in eachother?

Syaoran felt like he had just ran over a fuzzy, UGLY creauture on his testosterone drive, and he was about do find out who the dead rodent was.

"How does he look?" he asked between his teeth.

"Oh well, he has long golden hair, mysterious and not to mention enchanting blue eyes and a great like million dollar smile, like I swear he could cash it in and become rich and like totally donate to the poor and eco-friendly clubs and-"

"Okay, I get it!" he said, a bit suprised at his own tone.

Sakura snapped out of 'starry-eyed mode' and gave him a weird look and continued to speak, this time without drabbling.

"Well he's tall, in his 20's, seemed American or maybe European..." she said biting the edge of her lip, trying to recall any useful information, even though it wasn't brought to her attention at the moment, but her boss already knew of whom she was referring to, and was just trying to enjoy her talking, instead of him having to be talking to her about Mr. Roadkill.

He rolled his eyes and began to speak. "That's Zack Nilsson."

"Oh I knew that, did I forget to mention that too?" she said bending forward and resting her elbows on his desk, now seated comfortably. He mustered up all his willpower to tear his sight away from her chest.

"Um yeah I think so." he replied, loosening his tie some and regaining his composure.

"Actually he's been working with us for two years or so, helping with our international affairs, like translating and traveling for meetings and bringing back reports and things like that. He comes once a year though, maybe next time you'll catch him." he said slightly satisfied at the latter. Aa awakward silence and a "certain kind of tension" oozed in the room, at least for a certain chesnut-haired fellow.

"Well would ya look at the time? Seems like it that time to punch out don't you think?" he said grabbing his blazer and suitcase swiftly.

She stood up and walked out his office, slightly let down and strode wandered into hers, and she as well grabbed her things. She slipped on her torturous heels and fought back a wince. Syaoran had already headed out so she sat on her couch once again to regain some strength to later make it to the parking lot. After a minute or two she got up and opened the door only to face a deer-in-headlights Syaoran with his hand and key in mid-air.

"You're still here?" he said in a deep curious tone.

"Yeah, you forget something?"

He smiled inwardly and decided to keep his smart-alec comment to himself, and instead told her the real reason for his return.

"I forgot my cellphone." he said

She turned to her left to face his office, and at that precise moment Syaoran seemed to have tripped over his forgotten suitcase. He stumbled over Sakura when she faced back to Syaoran, mouth open in mid-sentence.

She suddenly felt something extremely soft, like silk, something very familiar. And this time it was a bit more wet and deep. She could also feel Syaoran's hands loosen the grip on her shoulder's, the only thing that kept him from falling on the floor. He regained his composure and looked upto Sakura her eyes still closed. She licked her lips and began to say something but stopped. She opened her eyes, avoiding his. She blinked a couple of times and stood there.

"I gotta get going." was all she could say in a solemn quiet voice. And as she left, he stood there quietly in the usually busy floor. He could hear the click-clacking of her heels becoming more and more distant, something he had a feeling they were going to be, due to his stupid cursed whim. He heard the elevator come to the floor and looked out onto the hallway only to see the doors close before he could steal a last glimpse. It seemed to him that the phrase 'crash and burn' gained a whole new perspective to him, as he felt the possibility of winning Sakura over slipping slowly through his fingers.

"Not if I could help it." he stated aloud as he felt his inner immature imbecil coming out, stunning himself. And at that very moment he realized that there actually resided in him something more than that. Something that wasn't totally and completely awful. Something unknown to him. Something that we call feelings... But are these feelings intense enough to overwrite his loser antics just yet? Perhaps not yet, but in the near future. Nearer than he ever thought...

He walked to his desk and grabbed his cellphone. He stared at his screen and sulked. It was then that he understood that he was torn as to whether he wanted Sakura to satisfy his need for the unattainable... or whether he longed to have her with him and keep her there, to never miss another day without looking into her eyes and feeding off her... what was that word... love?...that perhaps was making him a better person?

Distraught and confused with himself he sat in his chair and layed his head on his desk and drifted off to sleep.

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Author's Note: READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! I'm so sorry for like the year and some delay. Thanks to you guys' reviews I found my muse again. THANKS A TON!

(NOTE: MS Word isn't working for me right now, I had to use wordpad, so sorry for any mistakes that I didn't see during revision!)