Calendar Girl

Chapter 1 – Perv

"Sex is definitely one of your strong suits." I scoff at the comment, but really what else would I expect from Seifer Almasy? Eloquence? There's more of that in a gassy-hippopotamus than in that man.

"Why are you always so inappropriate?" I ask as I scour his floor looking for my underwear; I know I was wearing it when I came in… I think.

"Why don't you just come back to bed Instructor? I think I'm ready for round two," his hand slides off the bed and he gives me a quick smack on my bare ass that I enjoy far more than I should. Hyne, what have I been reduced to? Apparently, sleeping with the Garden's resident bad boy when I should be grading papers.

Is it wrong that I liked the sound of that?

"Seifer can you please stop being so gross? I have to go, I'm supposed to meet everyone."

"Oh, and what does the 'gang' have planned for tonight," he asks sarcastically rolling over in bed and covering himself with the sheet.

"I think we're doing something ridiculous like karaoke. Do you want to come?" Why did I ask that?

"Spend time with the 'Wonder Family'? No thanks. Although… I have always wanted to get it on in a public place. Maybe I could show up and you could sneak away and we could do it in the bathroom. Door: unlocked." A lecherous smile spreads across his thin lips, which, just mere moments ago, were attached to my body, and for a split moment I'm actually considering his suggestion.

I have to stop thinking with my libido.

"Seifer, this has got to stop. I'm lying to my friends, I'm lying to-"

"'Myself, I'm lying to you…' blah, blah, blah," he says cutting me off. I realized a while ago that my words were meaningless; I know very well that I'm talking out of my ass. A fact that makes me feel even worse about myself, which leads to more sex which leads down a path of unending torment. "Yeah I've heard that before, and yet you always end up back where you started: my bed."

I finally find my panties, they were strewn across his lamp, and I slip them on, beginning my search for my jeans.

"You know Seifer it gets really old having you talk about me like I'm some sex-crazed frat boy: that's you."

"It is," he agrees. I sigh; this back and forth will go on forever if I don't leave right now. I put the rest of my clothes on while Seifer watches me, making inappropriate comments the whole way through. Finally I collect the contents of my purse, cringing as I see two now empty condom packages, and I go to the doorway, fully intent to leave with my remaining dignity.

"I'm going," I say. I'm standing at the door, not even reaching for it, just kind of watching Seifer sprawled back in the bed seductively, like he's the centerfold of some gay porn magazine.

"Alright," he responds with a smirk. I wait another beat and then leave his room.

What is wrong with me? Well actually lots. I'm too stressed with my new job. I'm mad at myself for being stressed about having a job I killed myself to get. I'm so under pressure that I keep sleeping with Seifer, whom I loathe, and I'm mad at myself, again, for sleeping with him.

You see the thing about being super smart is: you may know the crazy insane therapist-worthy things that are wrong with you, but you're just as useless at doing something about them as everyone else. So you know you're fucked up, but you can't do anything about it.

It's hell.

"Hey Quistis." Fuck. Why wasn't I paying more attention when I left Seifer's room? I know that Zell's room is close by.

"Hey Zell, what's up?" I say spinning around awkwardly. I know that my friends have been talking, and that they think Seifer and me are like secret lovers. They're totally correct, well not about the 'love' part, but I still like to pretend they don't know. There are only so many issues you can handle at once, you know?

"I'm on my way down to meet everyone aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am. I was just getting something before I went down." What kind of lie is that? What could I possibly be getting, other than laid?

"You were getting something from the boys dorms?" Drop it Zell, this is a really awkward situation. Let's just get down this elevator in peace and you can go back to pretending like you're blithely unaware of the fact that I get it on with Seifer every Tuesday and Thursday after class.

"Yes," I respond. No need for further explanation, if he keeps asking questions I'll just be like 'Why are you all up in my business?' When did I start talking like that? I have to stop seeing Seifer.

The next few hours are filled with off tune singing at some shady karaoke bar with sticky floors and when I finally get back to my room I can't be happier.

Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but lately I just can't handle being around them. Selphie and Irvine are so lovey-dovey it gives me cavities, and then Rinoa and Squall are their regular couple-y selves, and Zell is so depressed with life that I just want to prescribe him some Prozac. It gets exhausting pretending to care about their problems when they complain. I mean look at me, I don't complain about anything. Well… not to them. Complaining to myself doesn't count… in my opinion.

There's a knock at my door. My clock says that it's 2 in the morning. Please, no. I really hope that that isn't who I thin it is.

"Hello?" I ask hushed to the door.

"Open up baby," comes Seifer's voice from the other side. Ugh, no thanks. I mean maybe… no. No I can't. I won't.

"Please," he's now pleading, "I have a big present for you…"

Yuck. How crude, and poor-mannered… He's so arrogant… What a pervert.

I open the door.