The next day, Tomoyo was found standing quite angrily by Syaoran's locker. As soon as he was in reach, she dragged him into an empty classroom. She threw him forcefully into a chair, and stood over him, sticking her face into his.

"Are you even going to try to ask her to the dance?" Tomoyo exploded, "If you don't, Sakura won't have her happy ending, and more importantly, I won't have a cute couple to film and make her dress!"

Syaoran shrunk in his seat, and cursed himself for allowing a girl step all over him like this. But currently, Tomoyo was raging like a forest fire! Who wouldn't be scared of a Tomoyo who can't get to film her favorite subject?

He recomposed himself, in order to look more confident, and firmly stated, "I will ask her to the dance, so go ahead and start her dress."

Tomoyo grinned innocently. "I already did!"

Syaoran sweat-dropped, watching Tomoyo skip off happily. "Now I have to ask her… else get murdered by a crazy maniacal woman."

Day of Round 2

"Round 2… BEGINS NOW!" screamed a very enthusiastic Sakura, setting a timer to 45 seconds.

While listening to the girls ramble, and trying to pick out 10 girls, a plan hatched in his mind. He asked the girls to line up after they had their time with him, and picked out the girls. The selected girls were in a corner, jumping up and down, hugging each other, as the rest started to leave disappointedly. Feeling sorry for them, Sakura announced that each of them could have a hug from Syaoran, shooting a glare in his direction.

Obediently, he went down the line, and gave out 91 hugs, to squealing girls, who couldn't believe their luck. The almighty Syaoran was hugging them!

"Hey, Syaoran! You only picked 9 girls!" Sakura pointed out.

"No, I count 10 girls."

"Can't you count?" Sakura was clearly exasperated with him.

Syaoran smiled.

"1," he said, pointing to a tall, pale skinny girl, with straight black hair and black eyes, numbered 45.

"2," he said, pointing to a rather petite girl with blond bouncy curls and big baby blue eyes, numbered 66.

"3," he said, pointing to a medium sized girl with brown wavy locks and brown eyes, numbered 87.

"4," he said, pointing to a curvy red head, with cute freckles, complimenting her grey eyes, numbered 2.

"5," he said, pointing to a punk styled girl with her hair spiked up and dyed blue, and hazel eyes, numbering 53.

"6," he said, pointing to an obvious girly girl, with her strawberry blond locks curling out, and bright blue eyes, heavily brought out by mascara. She was wearing a white tank top, hugging her curves, with a baby pink half sweater on top. A pink and white plaid skirt showed of her lengthy legs. She was the queen of the school, and many thought that she was a perfect match with Syaoran. Although Sakura questioned his picking of her, since he obviously despised her, his eyes seemed to tell her that he had a plan. Truly, he wanted to shove it in her face that Sakura was the only one for him, and she didn't stand a chance. Stacey was her name, and she numbered 76. She had this smirk on, looking at her competitors like they were dirt. "My dear soon to be boyfriend, is this the best competition for me you could have picked?" she whined, as if it was hurting her to be so close to her inferiors. Syaoran just gave her one of his dazzling smiles, and that shushed her up.

"7," he said, pointing to a shy girl, with short brown hair and brown eyes, surrounded by rather large glasses. Stacey labeled her as a nerd. She numbered 91.

"8," he said, pointing to a straight brown haired girl, with dull green eyes. She looked as if the only thing keeping her awake was the sight of Syaoran. She numbered 14.

"9," he said, finally pointing to the last girl in line, a purple-black haired girl with red eyes and fishnet gloves. She was labeled as a goth. Number 24.

Sakura smirked. "See? They're only 9 girls here!'

Syaoran took a deep breath, "And 10." he said softly, pointing at her.

Sakura's eyes softened, but she obviously still didn't understand that he liked her. Then, false realization hit her, and she said, quite skeptically, "Mister, don't think that's going to get you out of this contest!"

Syaoran grinned, but his eyes were disappointed. Well, at least I know how I'm going to get her to go to the dance with me! I just have to survive the next couple rounds…

"Finalists, congratulations!" Sakura smiled at them. "In 5 days, come to the Tomoyo's model runway dressed up. It doesn't have to be a dress, but look nice. You will be modeling for Syaoran, and he will be choosing 3 lucky girls!"

The girls filed out of the park, except Stacey. She walked over to Syaoran and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You are going to pick me, right? After all, I'm the perfect match for you!" she whispered in his ear, batting her eyelashes. This seduction allows Stacey to have many, many, male servants, worshiping the ground she steps on.

Syaoran looked straight ahead, appearing to indifferent to her efforts. Stacey kissed him again.

"Bye babe!" she said, overly sweet. When she received no reaction, she pouted, and started to head home. As soon as she was out of sight, Syaoran's face twisted in disgust. "Idiot girl."

"Why did you pick her, if you hate her?" Sakura questioned.

"I want to shove it in her face that she has no value to me. Maybe then she'll get off my back." Syaoran said harshly.

Sakura gave him a look, and sat on the swings. She closed her eyes, and let the sunlight kiss her face. The wind circled her, and made her auburn hair fly. Syaoran looked at her lovingly, for when she was this happy and at peace, so was he.

"Hey, don't forget. I picked you as my tenth finalist. You have to dress up too!" Syaoran reminded.

Sakura snapped out of her calm, and glared at him, with a pout forming on her face. "You know how much I hate dressing up!"

"And you know how much I hate having girls pawn over me. We're even now, ne? You were the one who had the idea of dressing up." He paused, thinking. "Ah! You have to tell Tomoyo that you're using her runway, correct?

"Yeah," she answered, suspicious.

"Well then, all I have to do is tell her that you're one of the contestants now!" he said, leaving the horror unspoken. Heheh. Now Tomoyo will sure dress her up nice enough for me to pick her! If she ran down the runway in a T-shirt and jeans, and I picked her, it would be way too obvious.

"SYAORAN LI!!!! DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT!" Sakura screamed in his ear.

"Too late!" a melodic voice called, as Tomoyo emerged from the shadows of the trees. "I have the perfect thing for you!"

Sakura sent death glares to both of them, and stomped out of the park, heading home.

"Nice try." Tomoyo retorted, "But you know how oblivious she is. You actually have to ask her—directly.

"I know."