Chapter Two
"Sakura?" Satoshi's voice came from behind me.
I turned around. He stared at Syaoran, who glared back.
"Who's this guy?" they both asked.
I ran away.
"Ah, why are you so out of breath, Sakura?" my best friend, Tomoyo, asked. She gets driven to school in a limo and always arrives very early.
"N-no reason," I lied.
I decided she'd guess it on her own when she saw him. Tomoyo was always by my side during my adventures. She was the one who helped us get together in the first place.
Although it failed.
"I received a letter from Eriol yesterday," she said happily, tossing her long, black hair over her shoulder.
Tomoyo is the prettiest girl I know. I wondered why I hadn't received a letter from Eriol in two months but kept silent.
Eriol is half the reincarnation of Clow Reed, the creator of the cards. My dad is the other half. Eriol lives in England.
It's much farther away than Hong Kong, but he still managed to keep in touch all these years…
"Sakura, you've been a little strange lately," Tomoyo said softly, "Did things not go well with Satoshi last night?" Her eyes were worried.
I was about to answer, but I felt a presence enter the room. A magical presence.
My eyes shot to the door on their own. And there he stood, just as magnificent as I remembered. He glared at me and then turned and left.
A hand waved in front of my face.
"Sakura, what's wrong?" Tomoyo turned to look but no one was in the doorway. I shook my head to clear it.
"You're right. I haven't felt very cheerful recently. Maybe I should break up with Satoshi," I replied. Tomoyo sighed.
"You saw Syaoran's face again, didn't you?" she said knowingly. I've never told her about that, but she somehow guessed it. She knows me quite well.
Over her shoulder, I saw Satoshi enter the room. He has straight, blonde hair and blue eyes. The opposite of Syaoran. Syaoran's eyes are a deep and golden amber.
He walked a few steps toward us, but then seemed to think better of it. He sat down on the far side of the room. I pretended not to have noticed him.
Dimly, I wondered what he and Syaoran had talked about.
"Sakura, you know you can tell me anything," Tomoyo pleaded, noting the heavy atmosphere.
What was I supposed to say? Syaoran broke my heart by not returning my calls, and showed up at my house this morning acting as though nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, I'm no longer the cheerful and brave Sakura he used to know! I can't even find it in me to speak my mind anymore.
"If Satoshi wasn't such a nice guy, I would have done it last night," I said softly, staring at the floor.
"Done what?" a gruff voice asked. I jumped in my seat. Syaoran was standing beside Tomoyo, his hands on his hips, staring me down.
Tomoyo turned and stared in shock.
"Syaoran?" she asked, waving her arms wildly.
"In the flesh," he replied, smirking. It had been a long time since I'd seen that smirk.
"Hey! Get back out here!" the teacher called, "You're not supposed to go in until I tell you to."
Syaoran placed a hand over mine and gave me a deep look. I felt myself blush all the way to the roots of my hair. He left the room quickly and the teacher came in.
The class had since gathered and everyone sat in their seats as the professor, a young man in his thirties with dark hair and glass, tapped the podium lightly with a ruler.
"Class we have a new transfer student, Li Syaoran." He gestured to the door. Syaoran came in and bowed to the class. The girls began murmuring about his good looks and I felt something in my chest tighten.
"I am Li Syaoran. Pleased to meet you," he smiled (when had he learned to smile like that at strangers?), "But I am here for one reason only."
He stared at me so hard the rest of the class turned to look. I wanted to sink into my chair and disappear. Satoshi had a stricken look on his face and turned away when I tried to make eye contact.
Tomoyo wore a mischievous little smile.
DM: Is this story worth continuing?