Disclaimer. Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. I don't own anything but the story. I am not worthy to write this, blah blah blah. I get the point.
"Ok, class," called one of the Instructors at Balamb Garden. "I have planned an assignment for you which may be a little different from the previous ones." The Instructor picked up his clipboard and began to read through a list of directions. "This assignment is actually a project," he continued on.
"Blah, blah, blah, blah," Seifer muttered to himself. He turned around and looked at Quistis who paid close attention to the Instructor. He admired her professionalism. The way she tapped her pen against her temple, and even the way she adjusted her glasses. He even loved the way she nodded every few seconds when the Instructor made a point. Seifer would be complete if only Quistis would notice him, but his appemts to win her over didn't quite work out as planned. He sent her chocolates once, but he mistakenly sent them to a different room. He tried sending her flowers, but it just so happened that she was allergic to the petunias he sent her and she broke out into a deep red rash. If only somehow she would fall for him....
Quistis was paying close attention to her Instructor and was scribbling down some notes when she felt as if someone was watching her. At first she tried to ignore the disturbing feeling, but she couldn't shake it. She had to know who it was, though she had a rough idea.
Modestly, she glanced around the room, hoping to catch somebody red-handed staring at her. Then a few desks in front of her and a row or two over, she spotted him. The most annoying man on earth. Seifer. Quistis blushed a crimson red out of embarrassment and out of annoyance. For nearly a month now Seifer tried desperately to convince her to go with him. And for nearly a month, Quistis refused him and mostly tried to avoid him. Can't he just get the hint? Quistis asked herself. Especially after the petunias....
Quistis leaned forward in her desk, and tapped Selphie on her shoulder. She turned around curiously. "Yeah?"
"He's doing it again," Quistis said, pointing at Seifer who was still gazing at her.
Selphie giggled a bit. "I think it's cute. Seifer falling head over heels for somebody. I never imagined that he could be so romantic."
"It's not funny!" Quistis hissed. She quickly shut up and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her sudden outburst. "It's annoying." She closed her eyes and massaged her temples. She didn't know for how much longer she could take this torture.
"Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Trepe," a voice said.
Quistis opened her eyes and was greeted with her Instructors face. "Would you like to share with the class what is so amusing? I'm sure everyone would like to be in on it too."
Quistis gulped and shook her head.
"Well, then," the Instructor went on. "Let's move on to the project. I will allow the class to work in pairs on this....."
Quistis' head snapped up and looked at her teacher in shock. No! Anything but this! Once again, she felt Seifers eyes upon her. She wanted to melt in the floor.
"....that I will assign to you," the Instructor finished.
The whole class groaned and so did Seifer, but Quistis' heart soared. The chances on her Instructor pairing her up with Seifer were a slim chance, but it was still a chance. Now as long as the Instructor didn't ruin it.
"Selphie Tillmit," the Instructor called. He glanced at his clipboard and glanced back up at her. "You'll be paired off with....."
Selphie said a quick prayer that she would be with Irvine and held her breath.
"......Squall Leonhart."
Selphie let her breath out defeated. "Squall?" she whined. "But I wanna be paired with Irvine!" She glanced at him, but he only gave her a weak nod of reassurance. Quistis barely even noticed her friends whining. She was too intent on hearing her name being called out.
"Irvine, you will be paired with Nida."
Irvine groaned at glared at him. The two had become rivals ever since one night in the Training Center he revealed his feelings for Selphie. This wasn't going to be good.
The Instructor busied himself with calling out the rest of the classes names. Quistis was biting off her nails now. Her name hadn't been called yet and neither did Seifers. It pretty much looked like they would be paired together. Then, finally it came down to the last four people: Quistis, Rinoa, Zell and Seifer.
Please don't pair me with Seifer, Quistis pleaded to Hyne.
Please pair me with Quistis, Seifer also pleaded to Hyne.
"Rinoa," the teacher called. His voice seemed to slow down like a sluggish record player. "You will be paired with....."
Quistis closed her eyes and crossed her fingers.
"....Zell. That leaves Quistis and Seifer together."
The bell rang and the class filed out, but Quistis didn't even move from her seat.
"I can't believe it," Quistis muttered to herself. She trudged through the Garden hallways slowly. She had been in the Training Center most of the day, but she still couldn't get the events of the day out of her mind. They kept playing over and over in her mind. Like a movie.
Flashback
After class filed out, she finally got up from her desk and strode out of the class only to find the one and only Seifer waiting for her. She immediately tried dart the other way before he noticed her, but no such luck. He spotted her once she walked out of the class.
"Where you going, Quisty?" Seifer asked her, using her nick-name.
Quistis turned around. "To...go and start the project." She avoided his prying eyes and kept her own on the floor.
"Oh, great," he said. "I was just going to start it too." He stood next to her and waited until she was ready to leave.
Quistis nodded unenthusiastically and trudged towards the library. When they got there, Quistis turned to him. "Say, Seifer," she said. "Why don't you get started on one half of the project and I'll get started on the other half." She looked up at him into his reluctant eyes.
"Well," he started.
"Here," she interrupted. She shrugged her book bag off and set it next to Seifers. She pulled a scrap sheet of paper and scribbled something down onto it. Then she picked up her book bag. "You go check out the time of this guys DOB and DOD and I'll go check out what he invented and what made him so special." She gave him the small sheet of paper and turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm to stop her. He looked as if he was about to say something. "Not now, Seifer," Quistis interrupted, nervously giggling. She pulled herself out of his grasp. "Time is money." Then she turned to leave as quickly as possible.
"Uh, ok," Seifer said and he stared at the piece of paper she gave him.
"Whew," Quistis sighed. She glanced back to see if he had followed her, and thankfully he didn't. "I can't keep avoiding this," she said. She pulled her book bag off of her shoulders and pulled out a spiral notebook. She opened it, but then stopped when she realized that it wasn't hers. "Oh, great. I must've grabbed Seifers bag." She turned the bag over and saw that it didn't even look remotely like hers.
"Oh, well. I'll just give it back to him when I see him later." She flipped the spiral notebook to find a blank sheet, but then he saw something else that caught her eye. "What's this?" she murmured. She looked back to see if anyone was around watching and brought it closer to her face. She gasped when she read the words that were furiously scribbled across the whole notebook.
Seifer loves Quisty was all that it read.
Quistis blushed as she thought of him. "This guy is crazy." She closed the notebook just as she heard scuffling feet close by.
"Quisty," a voice said.
Quistis spun around, embarrassed at almost being caught looking where she wasn't supposed to be. "Uh, Seifer," she said, tucking a thick chunk of her hair behind her ear. She didn't like the feeling of it, and she untucked it, playing with it nervously. "What can I do for you?"
Seifer stared into her eyes. "Why don't you do that more often?" he asked her.
Quisits felt as she were put on the spot. "What?"
"With your hair," he replied. "Why don't you put it all the way up instead of letting those two pieces hang down. They just cover up your beauty." He brought a hand up to her face and she quickly ducked out of the way.
"Uh," she started nervously. "Was there anything else that you wanted?" She tried to keep a safe distance away from him just incase she needed to escape.
Seifer seemed to snap out of his daze. "Oh, right." He reached down next to him and pulled up a book bag. "You grabbed the wrong one." He handed it to her.
"Oh, yeah. I realized that when I grabbed your notebook," Quistis said. She took her book bag form him and placed it on the table.
"My notebook?" Seifer asked. He seemed somewhat alarmed.
"Yeah," Quistis said. She gave him his bag.
"Did you....see anything?" Seifer asked cautiously. He narrowed his eyes as if to read her.
Where is he going with this? Quisits thought to herself. She began to tug her hair again. "Uh, I didn't see anything. Why?"
Seifer smiled and had a....relieved.......look on his face?
"Ok," he said. He just stood there.
"Ok," Quistis echoed. Ok, he's got his book bag, he got his assignment that he needs to start. Why is he just standing there? If he doesn't move then I'll need to make an escape route.
Seifer took a small step towards Quisits, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. "Oh, look at the time," Quisits said not even looking at her watch. "I got to go and do that...thing I just remembered I had to do." She gathered her things and ran out of there. "Sorry," she called over her shoulder.
Seifer stared after and hung his head. When is she ever going to realize that I am the one for her?
End Flashback
Quistis continued to walk towards her dorm, her footsteps seemingly getting slower with each step. She was lacking the sleep that she needed and craved for. "Oh, Hyne," she murmured. "Please let this nightmare end." She walked closer to the wall and held onto it. She almost felt drunk. "What's wrong with me?" Her footsteps ceased. She could see her dorm room now. It was so close that she would be there in the comfort of her room in a matter of seconds, but in her mind the room seemed to stretch out farther than she could reach. She squinted her eyes as her vision began to go blurry. She couldn't seem to focus as well as she could before. She could feel her heart racing and her breathing speeding up.
Am I hyperventilating? What's wrong with me?
Quistis glanced around the dark hallway. She could make out a figure rushing towards her. She opened her mouth to try and speak, but she ended up just slurring and sounding like an idiot.
Then she fell to the floor.
A. N. : Sorry so short, but I am trying to get a story going on here. Tell me if you want me to continue or not. Don't expect anything big because I am just writing this because I am in a similar situation where this guy won't leave me alone. Continue or no continue? Continue or no continue. Woe is me.