Yeahh. New story up.
Since there's pretty much no one that reads the FFX fics anymore this might not be seen or reviewed by any fans but I'm posting anyways.
Here we go, now this is a HighSchool fic. Duh. Hope ya love it. -
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T EVEN OWN MY OWN HOUSE, SO I DON'T OWN THIS. I respect the creators of anything Final-Fantasy, so I obviously don't own.
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I woke up with a loud groan. I really can't see why school has to be so...so...ugh! Just so stupid, and so drama-filled.
Okay, that didn't make sense...but I mean it!
So, I woke up with a crazy thought in mind- to wear the new outfit my cousin Rikku got me this weekend.
Now, let me tell you, Rikku is crazy; plain and simple. But this outfit beat her by fifty points! Okay, maybe not...but it sure was close!
The outfit was cute, no doubt. It also wasn't as revealing as the ones she wears...so I'm considering it...I have to think fast, though.. Time is running out!
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"Yunie!! Yunie!! OPEN THE DOOR!" I heard Rikku call out to me for the third time.
"No! I look ridiculous! Did you see how everyone was looking at me!? I look like a stripper on crack, 'cause even strippers don't look as stupid as I do!" I whined back.
"Yunie!! What are you trying to say?! My outfit --the way YOU think about it-- is a lot worse than yours is!" Rikku said.
"Whatever! Everyone's eyes were searching my entire body for a switch to TURN OFF THE MONSTER that was walking down the hall."
"Stop being stupid! It's 'cause you're hot!" Rikku yelled back.
Okay, maybe she wasn't lying...I thought so before I left to school, and I knew it when all the guys, and some girls, were 'searching for the off switch'...but still, it was nerve racking, this just wasn't ME.
Now, I suppose you want to know how the outfit looked...Okay.
I was wearing a mid-thigh length mini skirt. It was plaid- black, pink, and white. I had on the same color pink the skirt was sporting on my cute open-toe pumps that I'd gotten from a famous shoe store near the mall. They were EXPENSIVE. Anyways, I also had on, of course, a shirt.
Not any ordinary shirt, either...
It was a low-cut halter top. It was extremely cute, perfectly matching my skirt and shoes with its pink color with its mean-girl edge.
My make-up was done up amazingly- Rikku did it.
And my hair, of course I couldn't forget. I had it into a messy cheerleader type of ponytail, and it stretched down to the middle of my back, as it'd grown alot over the summer.
Okay, okay, I looked amazing...I admit it.
But...Rikku was being too pressure-building. She'd waved at everyone of the guys, winked at them, and even blew kisses to some!
I opened the bathroom door, defeat apparent on my face.
"Let's go." I grumbled. This was going to be a lonnnnng day.
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Hey,
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Uh..Hi.
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What do you mean 'Hi.' Whats wrong?
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Nothing, I'm fine. I just can't wait for this class to be over. I'm perfectly fine, though.
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So, why do you seem so sad, even though you look amazing beyond belief?
I smiled faintly upon reading the next addition to the note.
This blond kid kept me busy throughout the entire boring science lesson. I wasn't sad, just sad thinking about how I was going to forget about Seymour, the last boyfriend I had. He ended up being a jerk, but I miss him. I look completely different from how I was with him. Fortunately, here at this new school, I look like a new person, and I hope that alters the trust I have with unworthy people.
Just...thinking...don't worry about it...
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I know I'll sound stupid sayin this again but, honestly, your fucking hot, and its just killing me to see you looking so down
Okay, he's cute and all, but did he seriously have to try to pick me up on a cheesy note? Well, it did make me smile, but i know he wasn't being serious and probably not trying to cheer me up...only trying to 'lure me in'. Guys are just selfish like that.
Your making me feel worse...I don't really feel like talking to...selfish BOYS like you..
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Woah, woah, woah. Hold on cowgirl, how am i selfish? You haven't even heard my voice yet! Imcompleminting you!
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First, your a guy, all of you are like that.
Second, you spelled complimenting wrong.
Third, I can tell by how you look, your cocky and most likely selfish...
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I'd take you saying that you can tell how i am by how i look as an insult, but your gettin mad ove-
"I'll take that, Mr.Nojima," the fat, bald teacher said as he snatched the note from this 'Mr.Nojima', "I do not tolerate misconduct in my classroom!"
"Yeah?" I could barely blink as I stared at the creature who'd just spoken so smoothly with only a four letter word, "Well, I don't tolerate fat asses spitting all over me and snatchin' shit from me, either."
I had to wonder if he was actually serious. Of course I'd had bad kids in my classes over the years before, but I wasn't expecting to ever be attracted to one! I was the quiet girl who was always wanted but never claimed. Always befriended, but never spoken of. I was the one that was always in the middle. I had many friends...actually, at my old school, I was friends with almost everyone in the entire school. The difference was, though, I didn't ask for it. I'd been friends with those people, but I was mainly only accepted. Never was I a 'popular' person. The only reason me and Seymour had ever dated was because I ended up having to tutor him and a class of other kids, and we became friends...then..never mind.
"Excuse me?! Young man, go straight to the office and don't say a word to me. I won't accept disrespectful, spoiled little boys in my class. You'll be transfered to a different teacher, as soon as possible!" the flustered 'fat ass' said back, obviously embarrassed beyond belief.
"Okay, stupid ass fat man. Let's go, Yuna."
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I'm an idiot. A complete idiot. I was at a loss for words when he'd asked me to go with him. So many questions ran through my head, but one particular one had me dying to know the answer.
Why did he ask me to go with him??
He knows he's irresistible. I can tell. Like I said, he's probably a cocky, arrogant jerk. He looks to good to be a nice person...
"How do you know my name...?" I asked him slowly, and suspiciously.
"Are you serious? How could I not??" he replied as if I asked him if he knew his own name.
"Answer the question. I've never met you before." I said strongly. I really just wanted to start with one good question, so that I could keep up the interrogation.
"You're being weird...Well, you know how my old man is a famous blitz player?"
"What? Famous?" I almost choked. Not that being famous was something new to me, I just didn't know if he could get anymore perfect...
"Uhh...yeah. Don't you recognize me? Now that he's retired, I'm the star player of the Zanarkand Abes." he said, looking at me as if I were mentally challenged.
But, this time, I really DID choke.
"Zanarkand Abes?? I'm from Besaid! There was a report that the star player knocked our team captain out and threw him back into the sphere pool! That was you?"
"Heh-heh...Yeah...Well, he was taunting me before the game, even though he just knew we were going to win, and AFTER the game he looked at me like THEY fuckin' won! We won by five points, too!"
"Okay, okay. So anyways, go on with your explanation on how you know me." I said, suddenly returning to my serious state.
"Well, my father, Jecht, and your father, Braska, were pretty much brothers when they set off to defeat Sin. On top of that, your little disguise doesn't help. When you grow your hair long and dress differently, people can still recognize you." finished with a smirk, licking his lips, and looking at me up and down. "And, you're still fucking hot, too."
Honestly, I didn't know what he was talking about. I wasn't trying to put on a disguise. I only grew out my hair for a change to be different. The outfit thing was Rikku's fault! Now, after seeing how he was looking at me, I wanted to kill her.
"I'm not trying to disguise myself! But yeah I-...wait did you say Jecht? Sir Jecht is your FATHER? I remember him from when I was little, as well. There are pictures of him around father's mansion! Along with Auron, of course."
He suddenly looked impatient, and it was then that I'd realized he had from the moment I asked him how he knew me.
"Okay, okay. I'm sick of hearing about those three! Let's go!" he yelled, before grabbing my hand and running.
I was so confused. Not even ten minutes ago was it that I'd been sitting in class, hoping the boy next to me would stop writing me notes. Now, I'm running out of the front doors of the school, laughing hysterically, with a kid I barely know. All I know about HIM, is that his last name is Nojima. but withing those ten or so minutes, I'd found out that me and him have been connected since we were born, by our fathers. I felt strange.
Either someone had thrown a big boulder out in front of me, or I'm blind, but all I knew was that I'd been thrown through the air by the force of me tripping myself on the 'invisible, HUGE rock'. I hit the ground with a thud and all I could see was hair in my face. Apparently, my ponytail flew through the air, as well, because it was flipped to the front of my face. My hands were scraped, how they always got when I fell on my hands, and my knees were sure to be fucked up, too.
"Shit, are you alright?!" I heard from behind me.
"..." I couldn't even reply, this was so embarrassing. What kind of idiot falls in the middle of a 'top secret escape'?
Before I knew it, 'Mr.Nojima' was at my side, holding out his hand. I had no choice but to lazily push my ponytail to the back of my head, smile weakly, and grab his hand.
"Thanks-" it was then that I realized...I didn't even know what to call him. "So...uhh...what's your name, anyways?
Yeahh. So...This is the first chapter of my first FFX fic. Yuppppp. Please, I had advice that asking for reviews didn't change anything...but I'm going to ask once. If you like my story, please review. If not, please review. If you have suggestions or advice, please review. I'll take normal comments, constructive critism, and advice. Just tell me ANYTHING, any opinions on this story. For the first chapter of my SECOND story, I'm nervous. Thank you all. Peaceeeee.