A/N: I was so bored and because I can't go back to sleep, so I decided to write another chapter. Hope ya'll enjoy this one.
Disclaimer: CCS will never be mine, unfortunately.
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Will Our Hearts Become One?
Chapter 5: Perfectly imperfect
"Ugh!" I threw my pencil opposite me, and ripped the paper I'm holding on in two. Eriol, who I see in the corner of my eye, laughs like there is no tomorrow. He took the pencil, and walked towards me. I feel so uneasy with that smile painted in his face. Really. He sat beside me, and took the book that I'm working on.
"You're not finished yet with this calculus assignment? This was given LAST WEEK!" And there was endless laughter from him, that I feel, is echoing in the whole living room.
"Hey, I was busy." I replied, barely audible for him to hear. "And hey, you forgot, the due is tomorrow." I hit my head on the book, as if the information in there would freely enter my mind when I do that.
"Don't you want my help? I was, like, asking that two hours ago." He said, and pats my head, or the cap on my head.
"Who cares about your help? I can do this." I narrowed my eyes on him, and continued working on the first problem.
I was in the middle of solving, and so did I notice that he was looking at my solution. He smirked, and looked at me.
"What?" I muttered under my breath, but continued to solve anyway.
"You're doing it all wrong." Eriol replied, and smiled victoriously. "You see, the derivative ofโ" And the phone rang.
Oh, lucky phone.
"Eriol, the phone." I smiled sweetly at him, and continued to work.
You see, Eriol and Syaoran, especially the latter, are geniuses in our school. It could be thought of, then, that most of the students, especially me, wondered what characteristic they're lacking of. Everyone thought they're perfect, and so am I โ well, on Eriol. He is being so gentle and caring to me, but I, most of the time, was turning him down.
Being friends with these perfect people are bugging the hell out of me. I try my best to be as perfect as them, or be at most perfect, but I just can't. I am trying.
"Hi." I heard Eriol said to the caller.
I can't just concentrate. Ugh. And so, I ripped my solution paper again, and played with my calculator for a while. Yeah, I have to relax my mind for a bit.
"Kinomoto-san." He said, and smiled a bit. "Yeah, she's fine... Uh-huh, well, she's doing an assignment right now. Do you want to talk to her?"
I ran towards Eriol, and begged him to give the phone to me. His hand, though, was pushing my hand away from it.
"Oh. Okay, I'll tell her." He said, and mouthed me a clear "no". I slowly walked to the table where I'm working, and sat, eyeing Eriol badly as hard as I could. Mean guy.
"Yes." He replied to my dad on the phone. "Oh. So when will you be back, approximately, then?... Yes, I'll take good care of her... Okay, same as you... Goodbye." He put down the phone, and startled when he looked at me.
"Okay, please don't give me that look."
"WHAT HAPPENED!? YOU DID NOT EVEN LET ME TALK TO MY OWN FATHER!" I shouted, and found so hard to look at him angrily, because the tears in my eyes are threatening to fall.
"He said that he didn't want to disturb you!" He replied, and went to the kitchen.
I took deep breaths before asking, "So, what is the ground-breaking news?"
He walked out of the kitchen, holding a container of... ice cream, and two spoons. He smiled so nicely at me, and sat down, put the container in front of us, and opened it, revealing a rocky road flavour. He used the spoon to shove one on his throat, without noticing that he didn't give me the other spoon.
"Hey, my spoon." I whispered, and reached out to get it.
"No, this is mine." He smirked, used the other spoon as well. "I'm helping you in your assignment for free, and get a free ice cream as well? Sakura, don't press your luck." He chuckled, and continued eating. "Yeah, and by the way, your dad won't be coming back until next month. So we'll be stuck together 'till then."
"Don't help me with my assignment, then!" I barely registered what he lastly said, and ran towards the kitchen getting a spoon, but he did not allow me to even have a spoon of that ice cream.
Damn it, I made a jerk out of an angel.
And, with an extension of one month! Ugh, my life is living hell.
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"Sakura!" Tomoyo called me from her bathroom. Yeah, I can't even pay attention to what she was saying. My head spins because of the great realization in front of me. There, my quizzes and exams have failing marks, well, except with the one that Eriol helped me out with.
Oh my gosh, I'm going to repeat this year, damn it. Because of this calculus thing. No, it's still the half of the year, I can still pass this one.
"Sakura? Hey, have you thought of it these past few nights?" Tomoyo asked.
"Huh?" I asked, hoping to converse as normally as possible.
"About the book."
Oh. I stood, and took a good look of this one. Book-binded. I checked for the author, but there is none. So does the copyrights. My eyebrows met, and I carefully flipped the pages, and sat at her bed. None. There are many heart-stuff on this one, no wonder Tomoyo likes this book. And there's the pictures of Eriol with her, which is obviously edited (not because it is OBVIOUS in the picture, rather obvious in the situation).
"So, Tomoyo, you made this book, huh?" I asked and laughed.
"N-No. Why in the world would you think of that?" Tomoyo answered, faster than the usual.
I let this slip, and remembered the day, last week, Eriol accompanied her home when she was staying in my home for dinner. "Hey Moyo, how's the walking date with Eriol?"
"Uhm... that." Tomoyo went out of the bathroom, with the towel wrapped on her hair. She sat on the bed, beside me, and gripped my arm so tightly. "I think I left an impression on him!"
"Wow, so, you guys are friends?"
"Maybe. But these past few days, he's the one smiling at me first when we see each other. He's smiling at me! Oh, my! Can you believe that!?" Tomoyo climbed up her bed and jumped up and down.
"And I think you and Syaoran have a chance! The whole school knows about the protective thing he did to you!" Tomoyo added.
I looked down, and bit my lip. I haven't exactly told her about what happened. Syaoran did that because that guy's a pervert. Eriol would have done that too because we're friends, but I'm thankful he didn't, well, because of Tomoyo. And yeah, I didn't tell her because of the favour she asked me while in class last week: to do all that crazy stuff in the book THAT SHE ACTUALLY WROTE.
"So, we'll do that starting tomorrow?" She asked, looking at me with her puppy eyes.
"Uhm," I hesitated, but still continued, "c-can we do that after the long exams? Yeah, you see, I have to study lots... so... Yeah." I smiled, while waiting for her to respond.
"Oh. Uhm, that's fine, Saks."
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We called it a night. Tomoyo and I cleaned our desk, and took all our things. Apparently for me, I slid them inside my bag, and told Tomoyo goodbye. This is our first day of group tutoring for our exams next week. And yeah, the other subjects are fine, well, except for math. Tomoyo did her best to explain it to me though, but it's either the subject is so freakin' hard, or I'm a slow-headed girl.
She walked me by the gate, and gave our final smiles. She asked me if I wanted to be drived home by her security but I declined the offer. I slowly walked, and realize how half of the year was fastly passing. Yeah, and I am freakin' failing calculus.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and my heartbeat accelerated when I read the caller ID.
"Hello, Syaoran?"
"Where are you? You aren't at home." Syaoran replied, with annoyance in his voice.
"H-How did you know?" I asked, and my hands began to start shaking. Don't expect, you idiot.
"I asked your housemate. Oh please Sakura, don't use your head as a decoration." I really could see Syaoran's smirk in that comment.
"Huh, so you're the freaking genius? Hell, yeah, because you're succeeding at everything! Yeah, and not only that, every girls are drooling at you, and I really can't see now why! And-And-And YOU'RE NOT FAILING CALCULUS, BECAUSE YOU'RE SO GOOD AT IT, YOU SON OF A BITCH! NOW YOU'RE HAPPY, MR. PERFECT!?" And I pushed the end button so hard I thought my phone would crack.
I tried walking slowly in order to breathe and all. The tears inside my eyes are now bounding to fall, and I don't even know how to stop these tears. They're falling, slowly, and then I just stopped on my tracks, and fell apart. I felt drops of water on my fingers, and then the next thing I knew, I was wet.
"Damn it." I cursed, but still not moving from my spot. I let the water creep down my clothes, to my skin. I tried to regain composure while the cold air is sinking down my system. How many minutes have passed? Maybe an hour? But still, with my body shaking, and my knees trembling, I did not take a step, and let the rain wash over my tears. I closed my eyes, waiting for more water to replace the tears in my face, but there's none. So the rain stopped that instant? I opened my eyes, and noticed that there is an umbrella protecting me from rain.
Wait, did I just stop to a place where there's an umbrella on?
No, that's just stupid.
"I'm here." A voice spoke, and sent chills down my spine. "The umbrella didn't magically poofed in here." Did he just read my thoughts?
I turned around, and found Syaoran, holding the umbrella. He had a warm smile on his face. He took my bag, and dragged me to go.
"So..." I started. "How long have you been holding that umbrella for me?"
"About forty-five minutes?" He replied, and whispered. "Aw, my arm hurts."
"Let me." I tried to take the umbrella, but he didn't gave it no matter how hard I try to jump for it. He's just so freaking tall.
"Stop. We'll both get wet from that rain, although you're kind of wet already. Let's just walk in peace, please!?"
And there was silence. He took my jacket off my shoulders, and gave his'. I was so grateful that the posts are the only source of light, because, I really feel hot in my cheeks. We reached his house, and opened the gates.
"Stay in here for the night. Your house is so far away, a-and-and w-we-we don't have spare umbrella to use." He stuttered, and walked straight to the house without waiting for her.
"What? Hey, I could use that-that!" I paused, and ran towards him, while whispered to myself. "Tch. The rain affected the circulation of oxygen in his brain."
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A Mr. Wei opened the door for us (the name was said by Syaoran), and I can see the surprise look on his face when he saw me. Huh, maybe he thought of me as another fling Syaoran brings here. He greeted us, especially me, a big smile, and looked at Syaoran as if he's a miracle or something.
"Sir, you and your pretty miss arrived on time. The dinner is ready to be served." Mr. Wei said, and bowed his head.
Syaoran ignored the statement and proceeded wherever he's going. The guy who's name in Wei, who looks like in the age sixty to seventy, still is bowing. I smiled a bit, and kneeled a bit to see his face.
"Mr. Wei?" I curiously asked.
"Yes, Miss?" He replied, still bowing. Why is he still bowing? Syaoran is a foot or two away from us. In the corner of my eye, I saw him stop, and looked for me. He was a little surprised or furious because I was not following him or something.
"Thank you for the information. You c-could stand straightly now... There." I smiled, and walked towards Syaoran.
"Wei, can you get a towel and spare clothes from Meiling's wardrobe?" He asked the older man, and the latter obliged.
We walked in silence, with well, male housemaids, wait, are they housemaids, or security? Either way, they still pay respect for the both of us, especially Syaoran, and preceeded without even saying anything.
"Hey, Syaoran?"
"Yeah?" He replied in a cool manner.
"I-I had dinner at Tomoyo's."
He turned at me and smirked. "Excuse me, but did I INVITE you to dinner?"
"Jerk." I whispered, while watching him walk away, laughing so hard. "I wish your stomach would explode. And then you die. And then I'm happy."
He stopped in his tracks, and I assume because he heard what I just whispered, but no. He walked towards me, but without looking at me, which is a very weird thing to do, and grabbed my arm and dragged me as if I'm some object he had to dispose.
"You're accompanying me to dinner, and then take a shower. You're kind of wet." He firmly stated, and gripped my arm harder.
"Aaw... Hey, th-the r-rain just stopped. Ha-ha. I think I'll just go. I'll just go showering in my own house!" I said loudly, enough for him to hear. He acted as if I didn't spoke a while back though, and after a ten-minute walk in a hallway full of enormous windows and peach curtains, we finally reached the dining room.
"Hey, you should have let me take the shower first." I curiously said.
"Did you just flirted Wei?" Syaoran, obviously in the sour mood, walked towards the table, and sat down. He reached for the fork, the regular-sized one, and ate the-I'm sorry, I'm not that accustomed to richs' food, so I really don't know what that is, although I know that that thing he's eating is an appetizer.
"What!?" I shouted, and walked closer to him, pulled one chair beside him, but he stared angrily on my hand touching the chair. "Sorry. Okay, I'll stand."
"You really like people older than you, huh? And don't worry, I'm a fast eater. Gonna help you later with that showering thing." Syaoran said after swallowing everything in his stuffed mouth.
"Did you just joked?" I paused and thought about what lastly said, and continued. "Yes, I like Mr. Wei."
"Huh!" He cut me off, and smiled... bitterly, or so I thought.
"But not as THAT! Are you out of your mind!?" My eyebrows met. Clearly, the rain washed away the brain of his'. I really just wanna strangle him, except that many security-slash-housemaids are in this room.
He ate in silence, and so am I โ staring at his dessert in silence. Chocolate ice cream, with cherry, nut, and marshmallow toppings, and chocolate syrup. I really am seriously gonna call Eriol later, one, to pick me up, and two, to suggest that we should live in his house instead, because I wanna experience this way of living. Why are we living in my house, really, instead of enjoying a luxurious life in his'? I laughed inside. Of course, he'll just laugh with that.
Thinking of Eriol really calms me down a bit, except for the fact that he's like an ass when he's eating ice cream. Really, I should save money and buy some for myself too, when he doesn't have one in the refrigerator.
"Why are you giggling like that? Thinking 'bout Wei?" Syaoran asked, while eating SLOWLY that freakin' ice cream.
"Before I answer that question, uhm," I waited for seconds to pass, because I was gonna actually ask if I could buy a serving for that dessert, but I noticed one on my front. "Oh, ice cream!" I sat beside him, and shoved one down my throat. "Mmmm..."
Syaoran chuckled. "We both know that you'll get sick eating that in THAT state, huh?"
"I don't care! Eriol's so damn annoying when it comes to ice creams! He won't even share!" I paused for a while to eat. "Oh, about your question earlier, I was thinking about him, not MR. WEI." I said, and remembered to check my phone. Oh no, thirteen missed calls and ten messages.
"Oh, crap." I whispered, and ate the dessert as fast as I could.
"Sakura." Syaoran sounded so dead serious now. Really, he's bipolar. He's smiling earlier, and I just checked my phone, and when I look up, there, there's a hard expression in his face that I really can't tell what.
I finished the bowl in the fastest time that I could, and dialled Eriol's number. I waited for him to pick up, but Syaoran snatched the phone away from me, and removed the battery from it. He slammed it on the table, and looked at me with his cold and deadly eyes.
"Okay, so what did I do now?" I asked, as curious and as scared as ever.
"So now, will you pay attention and not space out or something!? Erase Wei and Eriol in your damn mind, please!"
I did not dare say anything at all. Syaoran took deep breaths, and began explaining to me. "I'll tutor you damn calculus. We'll arrange the schedule later."
"But?" I asked, because I DO know that there's a "but" in there somewhere.
"There's no but in there!" He angrily stated. "I'm being an angel in here! You're just like Erio-" he paused, but continued after a matter of seconds. "I guess there is, then." He smirked at me, and continued. "BUT you will help me with Tomoyo. I want her to be my partner in the junior ball this February."
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A/N: Sorry, that's too long, huh?
