Welcome to Sarah's Super Happy Seiner Bonus Special! To be honest it didn't turn out quite how I expected, but it's just a bonus so please don't hate me for it! Fair warning! Now, there's some pretty heavy pot usage in this, so if you're offended by that sort of thing please direct yourself elsewhere because after writing this my only goal in life is to not get flagged. PLEASE DON'T FLAG ME I'M SORRY! Little side note, I'm not quite sure why I made Barrett such a bitch. So enjoy guys!
Schoolyard Antics: BONUS
Hayner
Happy Friday all. Weather: Extremely fair, warmer than it's been in a while. School: So much homework I could probably weave it all together and hang myself with it. Friends: Happier than I've ever seen them. It's almost sickening.
It's weird, but even though everyone seems so happy and content, I've somehow gotten more angry and bitter as the week went on. Everything just seemed so different, which is strange because not much had changed. I mean, Axel would hang around with us every once in a while, but that was really it. I'd still meet Olette and Pence on the corner every morning then walk to school. Mr. Sparrow was still barely conscious during class and Mr. Wallace was still an over powering douche bag who enjoys breaking little boy's self-esteem. My perfectly normal human existence seemed fully in check, so why am I so miserable?
Pan in on today's gym class. We're playing indoor soccer and….
"WHAT KINDA PASS WAS THAT? IF IT'D HIT HER WE'D A HAD A CONCUSSION ON OUR HANDS AND HOW WOULD YA FEEL ABOUT THAT? DROP WHERE YOU ARE AND GIVE MEH TWENTY!"
I was made coach's scape goat. Anything ANYTHING that went wrong was my fault, and God forbid I endanger one of his girls!
I dropped where I was, which was an enforced rule, and started punching out push-ups as fast as I could. All the power and speed in the world couldn't get me out of there fast enough though because Seifer had the ball.
Wham! "Son of a bitch Seifer! What the HELL is your problem?" I screamed. That was my usual reaction when Seifer hits me in the head, I couldn't really stop it.
"THIS IS A SCHOOL WATCH YOUR GOD DAMN LANGUAGE! TWENTY MORE!"
"What? That's not even fair! He kicked the ball at my face!"
"Actually I kicked the ball at that red head girl and you were in the way," Seifer said coolly crossing his arms. I glanced behind my shoulder at a rather confused looking Kairi who shrugged in response.
"Fuck it," I mumbled to myself as I sped through my last 26 push-ups. I wasn't going to snap at Seifer today no matter how badly I wanted to.
I propped myself back up then ran to help defend. Shit, Zack has the ball! His kicks were beyond powerful; if he gets a shot in on our goalie (Yuffie) she won't stand a chance! AND WHY ISN'T ANYONE COVERING HIM?
Cutting in from the left to block the goal, I pulled a move somewhere between a large step and a leap, right as he launched the ball. There was a flash of pain before my head met the hardwood floor. Of course! Right into my arm! It's okay though, it only hurt worse than a rabid tiger attack.
"Shit! Fuck! OWWW!" I yelled holding my shoulder. It stung beyond belief. Lifting my sleeve I could see a perfect outline of the ball, laces and all, bruising its way onto my arm.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" Zack yelled, holding out a hand to help me up. I took it without making eye contact. "It's fine. Nice freaken shot." I said.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LANGUAGE? Give me twenty more! Slip up again and yer outa here!" Screamed our ever loving coach.
"I don't get a break for getting nailed in the shoulder? What the crap is that? I can feel it throbbing!"
"I don't want to hear it blondie! Yer on thin ice so I'd drop the attitude and listen!" He yelled back. I glanced over at Roxas who was playing for the other team. He gave me an apologetic look. I was never going to get any support here.
Yuffie launched it clear across the court past me and into Larxene's possession. No one but the goalie between her and the goal she took two big strides and sunk it between Xion's open arms and right into the net.
"Fuck yeah! I torched your ass!" that she devil yelled taking a celebratory run around the goal and into the arms of her awaiting boyfriend.
I glanced over at Coach Wallace. He scribbled something on his clip board allowing a satisfied smirk to grace his lips.
"Oh, you've got to be freaken kidding me! Why doesn't she get yelled at?" I said just below his range of hearing. Lifting myself up after those stupid pushups, I returned to my position to continue the game.
"Don't worry, he'll like you too after the sex change," Seifer said sneaking up behind me.
My fists clenched. I wasn't in the mood for any of Seifer's shit, but I wasn't going to let him get me kicked out. Taking a breath I let it go and walked away.
"What, nothing? You're no fun today, you know that?" he said walking on with me.
"Shut up Seifer, I'm not getting kicked out of here."
"That's a good goal but you don't have a prayer. I've been Wallace's punching bag before and there's no way you're going to make it thirty more minutes," he said turning to face his goalie.
I watch the ball fly clear over my head and to the awaiting feet of Kairi. Perfect! Kairi can't do shit! I called the rest of the team off and with almost no effort took the ball into my own possession, switching directions.
I double stepped Rikku, cut past Demyx and Wham! Suddenly I had a nice view of the wooden floor, up close and personal once again.
"WHY IS EVERYONE HITTING ME TODAY?"
"Oh snap son! You got pwned! How does it feel to eat shit on the court cuz you just got seconds!" Larxene gloated before strutting away without a second look.
"Okay, no! If I don't get a free ball for getting laid out flat BY SOMEONE ON MY TEAM, I should at least get one for that language!" I yelled at Coach.
"Cool your jets kid yer not one to complain here! How many curse words have you thrown around today?" he yelled back.
"Wha- How many people have I mauled today?" I screamed. It came out a bit higher than I'd have liked.
"If ya weren't so vicious maybe it wouldn't come to that! Try playing like a normal person why don'cha!"
I couldn't believe this. "COACH!"
"Alright ya baby, take your kick! You complain more than all a these girls put togather!" he said, scribbling once again on that friggen clip board.
Dear God in heaven, how could I possibly be stuck with such a HORRIBLE teacher?
Angrily I set up for my kick. I just couldn't understand how I was so lucky to be stuck with such a joy every single day! I swear the only reason he still works here was because his bosses were scared of that gun arm of his! I kicked the ball as hard as I could, trying to relieve some of my overwhelming anger. Sailing across the court faster than my heart could beat, I watched in horror as the ball bashed right into Coach Wallace's face. Did I do that on purpose? There's no way! But he's not going to listen if I tell him that!
All my rage turned to fear as I saw him storm onto the court, right towards me. Oh shit! Coach Lockheart isn't here today! That means there was no one here to stop him! He's going to rip me apart limb from limb! A few people were snickering, but all that was over once the volcano erupted.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YER DOING FOOL? I OTTA PUT A CAP IN YOUR ASS! DO YA HAVE ANY SENCE IN THAT THICK BLOND SKULL OF YERS? EVEN THE THOUGHT THAT YOU'D ATTACK A TEACHER! YA WANT TO BE SUSPENDED? HUH?"
I was frozen in fear. Somewhere deep inside me I was hoping that if I stood still, he wouldn't be able to see me. At this point however, I was just hoping that if I let him go on for long enough he'd pass out from lack of oxygen. So far, not so good.
"WELL? IF I WERE YOU I'D BE THINKIN UP SOME EXCUSES AND FAST CUZ AT THIS RATE YOU AIN'T COMIN BACK! YOU HEAR ME? A STUDENT LIKE YOU IS A DANGER TO ME AND THIS CLASS!"
I wanted to look around at the people for help, but I'm sure everyone was just as shocked as me. I wanted to run but I was scared. I wasn't sure if his arm was loaded too, which scared me even more.
And then something I honestly hadn't expected happened. I was shoved out of his direct line of fire.
"Actually coach, I'd say he's perfectly fine. He's not gonna get suspended for attacking a teacher when that teacher's done nothing but verbally assault him."
The voice didn't register in my mind at all. It was when I looked back and saw Seifer defending me that I was overcome with even more shock than before.
"WHADGA SAY ALMSEY? YA REALLY WANT TO GET IN ON THIS? YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS HIM!"
"And yet I've never gotten worse than a detention because you always start it," he said coolly, not flinching away or showing weakness of any kind.
"BOTH OF YA! OUT OF MY GYM! I DON'T WANT TO SEE EITHER OF YOUR FACES! NOW!"
"Sure thing," Seifer responded walking right past him toward the locker rooms. Taking that as my cue to get the hell out, I followed close behind my hated enemy. On the way out we passed Roxas and Axel who were both staring at us, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. I ignored them and disappeared through the door to the locker rooms.
"I told you you wouldn't make it. I know your temper, but man you've got some balls hitting him like that! I'll never forget that shocked look on his face!" Seifer said dialing in the combination to his locker. I just stood in front of the locker room door, staring into the distance. So wait, I really did just hit Mr. Wallace in the face? Holy shit it happened so fast I wasn't sure that it was true!
"Hello? Incidents over Chickenwus, you're clear to land!" Seifer said throwing a dirty gym shirt at me. Oh right, I'm in the locker room.
I walked past him to my own locker, opened it and grabbed my school clothes. "So….. Why'd you defend me?" I asked turning my head away as he changed his pants.
"Cuz I hate that son of a bitch and you defiantly weren't going to defend yourself," he said buttoning the pants, "Plus it's just so much fun putting him in his place."
"So I'm really not going to get suspended or anything?" I asked.
"Oh no, you'll get at least a week of detention, but the principal understands the whole coach Wallace situation. You're lucky I decided to cut in though or he would have destroyed you on the spot."
"No way, I would have gotten out!" I said slowly gaining back my composure.
"You looked like you were going to wet yourself."
"Fuck you! I'm tougher than you think!"
"Please! You need someone to hold your hand twenty four/seven!" Seifer said pulling his shirt over his head revealing a set of pleasingly toned abs. I tried not to look as I snapped back.
"Like hell I do! For once in my life you're nice to me and you try to use that to cut me down? What the hell is your problem?"
He slammed his locker shut, "Why don't you tell me what your problem is first? Maybe we're not friends, but I can't even have a normal conversation with you because you're always on the defensive!"
"When have you ever given me a reason not to be on the defensive? You've done nothing but beat the shit out of me since middle school! You're such a sadist I can hardly stand it!"
I three short strides and the distance between us was completely nonexistent. Up, I know how this goes. Forgetting where I was, I back stepped right into a corner, Seifer following me the entire way. I saw a flash of his fist before closing my eyes, but to my surprise I heard it clash with the locker next to me rather that my face. Maybe I don't know how this goes…..
"You can't take it? Maybe you should open your eyes. Do you know how much pressure you put on people? If you're not happy then nobody else should be, and when you're in trouble you expect someone to just swoop in and save you. Well, I have some knowledge I've just been itching to shove down your throat. I'm not always going to be there to save you and considering what just happened, you can sure as hell bet your little blond pet won't be there either."
The shock factor had been completely reintroduced, but when it comes to Seifer, I couldn't back down. Cornered in every way possible, I stood my ground.
"You don't know what you're talking about. I'm way more independent than you give me credit for."
Seifer's face couldn't have been more than an inch from mine. His still bare chest hovered directly over mine. Like this, I found it almost impossible to breath. It wasn't the proximity that got to me though, it was that look on his face. He fer sure looked angry, but it wasn't like any rage I'd ever seen before. His eyes were half lidded and his lips were pursed in a small frown, but his breathing was soft and controlled. I felt it brush against my neck causing goose bumps to cultivate across my arms and legs. This situation seemed just as unreal as the last.
"When have you ever given me a reason to believe that?" he said before his knee met my stomach. I immediately sunk to the floor crossing my arms across my pained gut. It took a second for my breath to come back, but by that time Seifer had already thrown his shirt on and booked it out the back exit. Why? Again? People hitting me!
Well, just sitting here seems nice, let's do that until my organs readjust.
It wasn't long before the locker room door burst open revealing my best friend, a worried look plastered across his face. "Hayner! You're still here! Are you okay? You look incredibly pale, what happened?" he asked rushing to my side.
"Oh, you know, the usual."
"Seifer?" he asked holding a hand out to me. I took it, using it to lift myself to my feet, cringing a little. It wasn't too bad though, I'd be fine.
"Naturally," I said watching the rest of the boys file in.
"What happened? We just had an argument and before I knew it I was cornered and his knee was in my stomach. It was so weird though, for a second there I thought he was Gonna..…" I trailed off remembering Seifer's cold breath against my neck. My face grew hot as the memory elicited more goose bumps.
"Gonna what?" he asked puzzled.
"Nothing. Let's hurry, I'm starving."
"Well good. I think Namine brought a shit ton of cookies."
"Really? What's with you guys and baking?"
He shrugged, "Must be some kind of pheromone in the air."
Seifer: After the final bell
That bell could not have come fast enough. After that little run in at P.E. all I really wanted was to blow off some steam. Being called into the principal's office and given detention last period wasn't exactly the cherry on top of my day either. Problem was I had no clue where Rai and Fu went. You'd think by this point in those idiot's lives they'd know when and where to meet me. And so I went forth into the deep were I came across a little exchange I couldn't pass up.
Waiting at the end of the deserted hall on the stair case, I watched as that dreaded blond talked quietly with two boys I recognized from P.E.: Tidus and Waka. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but it didn't take much to figure out what was going on. The two renowned stoners let out an echoing laugh. Tidus used Waka for support who in turn used the wall. Hayner looked thoroughly displeased. Just the same, he reached into one of his baggy pockets all handed the two a stack of cookies wrapped in a paper towel. Waka reached into his own pocket and handed Hayner a little baggy. I was too far away to see exactly what was in it, but like I said, it didn't take much to figure it out. Having gathered all the information I needed, I left the hall and made my way to the front entrance.
Pitty weed, huh? Nice. Stoners really are good people. Too bad there's no way I'm letting him smoke it alone. Kid might up and off himself, and then what would I do for entertainment? Watching Rai attempt to do math just wasn't going to cut it anymore.
I stopped outside the building and waited. Hayner lived just a couple blocks from the school, not far from me; he would use this door.
And sure enough not even a full minute later he'd arrived.
"Sup lamer?"
"Damn it, what do you want now Seifer," he said steaming.
"A struggle. Still pissed right?"
"Pass," he said walking right past me. I followed. I'd already decided he wasn't getting away.
"That's fine, but I'm coming with you."
"Oh, your cronies ditched you so now you have to hang around me? You're pathetic, you know that right?"
I stopped for a second. He kept going. Okay Seifer, deep breath. You can get through this without murdering him.
"And what if I just want to hang out?"
"Why would you possibly want to do that?" he asked turning on the spot to face me.
"Because your sunny disposition is just SO freaken enticing!" I snapped approaching the unmoved blond.
"There's no way you're getting in my house."
"That's fine, I'll just wait outside and when your parents get home and ask why I'm there I'll say 'Hayner owes me a struggle but he wanted to get high instead, so I'm waiting for him to finish.'" His face softened into concern.
"You saw that?"
"Oh yeah."
"You wouldn't."
Of course I wouldn't, but I wasn't going to let him know that, "You don't know what I'll do."
"So then you just want my weed, right?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I said shoving my hands in my pockets and walking right past him.
"I told you you're not getting in my house!"
"We'll see," I said smirking as Hayner continued walking. Ten long ass minutes of walking in silence and both of us were in front of Hayner's house. He took a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, slipped in and slammed it shut not giving me the chance to try and force my way through.
Fine by me. I may not have been serious about telling his parents, but I sure as hell wasn't going to walk away now. I sat down against his door pulling my iPod out and setting it to shuffle. I expect this would take a while.
The first hour flew by about as fast as a retarded penguin with a twitch. The second hour was even longer. By the third hour I'd heard Bottoms Up three times already and was about ready to rip Nicki Minaj's smug little head right off her body. That's when I felt the door open from behind me. A shadow completely consumed me from the doorway. Removing an ear bud I glanced up to see, once again, a thoroughly pissed blond.
"Alright you stubborn fucktard! Just get the Hell in here! Now!"
"Finally! I should knock that frown right off your face for leaving me out here for this long!"
"DO YOU WANT IN OR NOT?"
"Alright princes, don't get your panties in a bunch, I'm coming," I said picking my body up and following him in. It was weird; I hadn't seen the inside of his house since our very first struggle. I'd knocked him out cold, so his friends made me carry him home. Even then I didn't take so much as step inside.
I followed him to his bedroom at the top of the stairs, to the left. Funny, it was just how I pictured it….. Not that I spend time wondering what his room looks like. It just fits his personality perfectly. The walls are a grey/green color and the floor is completely covered in clothes, CDs, and all kinds of other shit. There's a rather large bean bag under the window, and a skate board was thrown on top of his unmade bed.
"Alright, so now what?" I asked sifting my way to the bean bag.
"I don't know, you're the one who wanted in so bad, why don't you figure it out?"
"TV's fine with me."
He complied immediately, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV tucked away in the corner. I didn't complain about whatever stupid shows Hayner put on. In fact, neither of us really talked at all. I could practically smell the awkwardness emanating between us, but somehow I only saw it as another challenge. I wasn't going to break first; I would make damn sure of that!
Right about the time I was wondering why I'd even decided to come here in the first place, he lost it. Thank God too; I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand it anymore.
"Fuck this! I don't even care anymore, I'm loading up!" he yelled completely out of blue.
"Now?"
"Well, that's what you're here for right?" he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out the same baggy from earlier.
"Sure, why not."
He sat next to me and pulled a small red and orange pipe from the little bag.
"They lent you their pipe?" I asked watching him place it on the window sill and pick small pieces from the bag.
"Yeah. I told them I didn't have one so they said they have like five more at home and threw it in the bag."
"They're idiots."
"Whatever, I don't care as long as I can get not sober, right now!" He said brushing the excess substance from his hand and pulling a lighter from the bag as well. Opening the window he took a long hard hit before handing the pipe to me, the bowl cherried. I inhaled the sharp smoke resisting the urge to cough before handing it back. We went on like this for about ten minutes.
"You know, I don't feel anything," I said leaning back against the bean bag. I have to say though; this was way better than sitting alone outside or awkwardly in silence together.
"Tidus said it takes a while for it to hit you, but when it does it knocks you right on your ass," he responded holding the pipe to his lips and igniting the charred plant once more. I took the pipe from him and did the same, but before I'd finished my hit he let out a string of violent coughs. Sadly very little of the smoke made it out the window. I patted his back as he finished hacking.
"S-sorry. I forgot I was holding my breath and just started breathing again, but it didn't work."
The thought made me laugh, which in turn sent me into my own frenzy of coughs. Luckily I was smart enough to aim it out the window.
"You are so gone," I said regaining my composure.
"What? I, I'm not…. Yeah okay," he responded in defeat.
How cute…..
Wait, what? Cute? No way. I'm defiantly be gone too! I mean I'm defiantly gone too!
He took another hit, this time being extra cautious in making sure not to miss his mark. He blew the smoke out the window and handed me the pipe. Taking my hit we sat in silence as I held it in. This was nice. I'd never dreamed of a situation where the two of us would be within ten feet of each other and not attempting murder. I could sit here forever, but all too soon the situation changed tones.
We heard a car door slam shut right in front of Hayner's house. A look of terror crossed both of our faces, "Oh shit that's probably my mom!" he yelled grabbing the pipe from my hand and throwing it in the sill before shutting the window, blinds and curtains. I tried every way possible to call him an idiot and tell him to open the window again without letting go of my hit, but the front door opened and I was sure my lungs were gonna give out. We both could hear footsteps climbing the stairs. I was out of time. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I did the only thing possible: I grabbed Hayner's face and forced his mouth open with my own. Surprisingly he complied, probably from sheer surprise, so I shot gunned my hit to him. That's the moment the door flung open without as much as a knock.
"Hayner, are you- OH SHIT! SORRY!" the intruder said slamming the door shut as instantly as it had opened.
Now, I'm not exactly a vocal expert and it might just be because I'm incredibly high right now, but I'm pretty sure Hayner's mom doesn't sound like Roxas. I let go of Hayner's face sending him in a second fit of coughs. Hm, there's hardly any smoke this time. If he'd have held it in for a second he would have ghosted it.
"What the HELL was that?" he screamed covering his mouth with one hand and using the other to launch himself off the bean bag.
"Shot gun," I responded keeping my cool. To be honest, I was just as shocked as he was, and usually I'd beat the crap out of him in attempt to counter the effects of my actions, but I was just SOOOOOOO mellow.
"Well DON'T!"
"I didn't have much choice princess. I thought your mom was coming up the stairs and you closed the window!"
"Oh my God my mom! Did she see that?"
It took me a second to draw back the memory; I mean it would take anyone….. Oh right!
"No, but someone did."
"We were called in because of a rape situation, please point us in the- Oh dag it smells like straight up weed up in here," came a voice from the door which swung open once more.
"No kidding! Man if you're going to do that you should at least open a window!" came a second voice.
"Axel? Demyx? What the fuck are you two doing here?" I asked lifting myself from the bean bag. I felt light as a feather trying not to trip on the copious amounts of stuff floating around Hayner's room.
"Yeah, we could ask you the same thing there buddy accept we got the story already from Roxas," responded the red head.
"Roxas doesn't know shit," I responded.
"WHAT'S surprising," Axel said over riding my statement, "Is that this little gem let you anywhere near him to begin with after you kneed him in the stomach like that," Axel said stepping over to Hayner and putting an arm around him. Hayner wasn't fazed. Or rather, he was so fixated on one spot amongst the clutter coating his floor that he hadn't even noticed. "Hey!" Axel said shaking him a little. His eyes didn't move from that spot for another fifteen seconds before he finally snapped out of it.
"Sry what?" he said looking up at the tall red head draped around him.
"Dear God you are so stoned," he said before pushing the blond away.
"Should make things interesting though! So tell me, do you want to run or chase?" He said turning his attention once more to me.
"Run or chase?" I asked. It was like a veil had been casted over my brain, I couldn't understand what they wanted from me.
"WHAT? Don't tell me you're so blazed you don't even remember our favorite game?" yelled Demyx in disgust.
Favorite….. Game? Oh!
"No way!"
"Yep! It's MAN HUNT NIGHT BABY!"
Wow. Can it really be a bonus if its longer than all my other chapters? Oh well! Anyway, I figured I'd lay out some terms for those of you out there who aren't total burn outs. I'm sure you kind of figured most of this but I wanted to make sure.
"Load up!"- That means fill the bowl of the pipe with the goods.
"Cherried"- That's when one person takes a hit and the weed is still burning once they finish.
"Shot gunned"- When one person takes a hit then interlocks lips with another and releases it into their mouth. Smart recipients generally breathe it in. Just saying.
"Ghosted"- When someone takes a hit and releases clear air rather than smoke.
So there's some stoner knowledge for your head brains! Please please PLEASE don't flag me! Continuing: ITS ON BITCHES! Man hunt next chapter! It's going to be a MONSTER! So get ready world because I LOVE THIS GAME!
