DNO ; though I do have a game. O: Provided I rarely play it... -shifty eyes- Warnings: Swearing, a dick of a principle, and a bitch of a teacher. And Hayner digging himself a very deep hole and making no attempts to come out of it.

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After getting dragged through a Grand Theft Auto game, Seif and I stumbled into the principals office. In our school, if you were late, you had to go to the principal's office, sit in a big ass chair, and give your excuse. It was really freaky because our principal is fat, and balding with thick ass glasses.

I always crack when he stares at me with his brows furrowed. I mean, dude, he must have picked it up from some fucking army camp or something!

Whatever, when we entered Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass office he looked at us with his eye brows raised. Me, not being in a very cheerfull mood, looked at him and snapped, "What!"

A small smirk grew on his fat face which pissed me off even more causingme glare and him and say with more force, "What?"

He shook his head, still smirking, some rather painful sarcasm leaking into his voice as he replied, "Oh nothing, nothing at all. Just odd seeing you two arriving at school together."

I felt my cheeks tingle with heat, I couldn't help but wonder what he thought. (when I basically already knew) Embarrassment was about to flood over, but before that could happen... I decided to make a complete fool of myself.

Idiotic, I know.

"I-It's not what you think!" I exclaimed angrily, slamming my fist down on his table, disheveling the already disorganized papers; this earned me an eyebrow raise from Seif and another smirk from the bastard sitting across from us. "I had to stay at his house!"

I was just digging myself a deeper hole.

"Reaaalllyyy, why is that?" he questioned.

"Our parents are friends. My family went to visit, and we ended up staying the night."

"We being just you, or your whole family?"

"My whole family dip shit!"

I swear, was this guy related to Seifer or something. The bastard's tone and look kindled not to fond memories, and speaking of the blue eyed bastard, why is he just standing there?

"Language Mr. Chase. I was just wondering. Now, what's your excuse for being late?"

Finally Seifer decided to speak up, "We slept in."

Another eyebrow raise (and another reason for me wanting to punch the bastard) while he 'humphed' and folded his hands on his table; which was a complete mess. I mean, come on. Papers were scattered, files open, and shit everywhere. (Not literally) I don't know how anyone could work in a place like that, if my Mum ever saw a desk like that... Well.

"That's not a very good excuse."

I snorted.

"It isn't an excuse. It's the truth. We didn't get to bed till late," Seifer told him, while casting me a sly glance; while I looked at him appalled. Was he trying to imply something?

Our principal just fidgeted in his seat, then regained his composure. Clearing his throat, he replied, "Then I have no choice but to give you both detention. You may leave now," he waved his hands dismissively, as if trying to tell us he actually had something to do. Hopefully, he would clean up that mess of a desk... Shut up, I'm a neat freak. I blame my Mum.

"All right, but I just hope we're alone in there don't you Hayner?" Seifer purred into my ear, while hooking an arm around my shoulder. My brown orbs widen as I looked at him in slight horror. He just grinned, that bastard, and turned on his heel; exiting the room. Leaving Mr. Asshole and I in an awkward silence.

Throwing him a glance, I saw his disturbed look. 'Fucking homophobe,'

I casted him somewhat of a perverted grin and took off to my first... no, cancel that, second class. I was still rubbing sleep out of my eyes, it was way too early for this, when I remembered what class I had to be in. It happened to be math.

Well, fuck.

Nothing like having to do some fucking algebra questions after just waking up to make things all 'find and dandy'

Yeah, and pigs will fucking fly.

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Math class passed uneventful. (Well, if you cancelled out the fact that bitch of a teacher called on me seven times to answer questions that left me completely dumbfounded.) I was currently complaining about it while walking slowly to Olette's and mines next class.

Socials.

Or History. Which ever.

I didn't really want to get there anytime soon, which didn't please Olette. She'd never been late before (without having a VERY good excuse) and I don't think she really wanted to change that record. For whatever reason was beyond me. In my personal opinion, school was just a waste of time. So what if we were late? Class took forever to start anyway. Or, thats what I tried to tell her...

Alas, being Olette, she continued to titter and worry, even finding time to scold me on my negative work ethic.

I just rolled my eyes, my arms hooked behind my head in a casual way, but not for long.

Cccrrrriiinnnnggggggggg

"Oh my gosh! It's the warning bell! Hurry your ass up Hayner, I don't want to be late because of one punk ass friend!" Olette growled at me, hissing at the end. As you could tell, she took school way to seriously. Or I didn't take serious enough. One of the two. Was to lazy to really figure it out. (Who wants to?)

Making it to the class in record time, I shook my wrist out of Letty's iron grasp, and grumbled something not meant for her to hear. Which, she, of course, then did. Casting me a warning glare, she sat down quietly and put a pleasant look on her face. (What an actor.) I trudged along sides the small wooden desks till I reached a familiar one. The words 'Hayner' carved neatly into the hard wood. A small smile snaked it's way onto my face, memories tearing at the edge of my mind... only to be erased by that bitch of a teacher and her high pitched voice.

"Mr. Chase, if you could please have a seat."

I stuck my tongue out at her (Mature, I know.) earning a few snickers and sat down.

She stuck her nose in the air and cleared her throat. A sure sign of her starting the lesson, and a sure sign that it was time for me to drift off. (Hey, you've done it before, don't look at me like that.)

Out of the corner of my mind, I could hear the soft drone of her voice as she read from out shit old text book, but my thoughts were more preoccupied by something else.

Seifer.

Why has the bastard held me like that? And talked to the principal like that? I mean, fuck, talk about embarrassing!

Maybe he likes me, I mused... Then snorted, quietly as to not draw attention to myself. Why would someone like Seifer like me? We're worst (Or is it 'best?') enemies for fuck sakes!

As much as I tried to convince myself of that, a small nagging voice in the back of my head was sniggering and whispering "Hayner..."

Several times to... Why won't it go away...

"Hayner!"

A sharp voice interrupted my thoughts and I shot up in my chair and yelled, "I WAS SO NOT THINKING OF SEIFER."

...

Shit.

I swear it was so god damn quiet you could hear a fucking pin drop. And thats saying something for our class, seriously, you think your class is bad? It's probably fucking NOTHING compared to ours. Don't believe me? Well, fuck you to.

Back to my most embarrassing moment. (I have quite a lot those, don't I?) Seifer, who just happened to be in the same class (Joy, right?) was currently having his mouth form into that god damn smirk. The rest of the class either had their mouths gaped open or looked like they were on the verge of laughing their fucking asses off. Many of you would probably believe that nothing could happen after this that would embarrass me even more.

You obviously don't know Mrs. Francer. (Does Mrs. Prancer ring a bell?) She up and decided to make my just a little bit worse by saying, "Hayner. If you can't keep your intimate thoughts in your head or your mind focused on our lesson I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

With my face blushing fiercely, I managed a quick 'Fuck you' in my head and a muttered, "Sorry,"

I was back in my seat looking down at my desk wishing I could just disappear in a matter of seconds.

Then remembered that Seifer just happened to sit... Right beside me.

Lord help me. This was not my day.

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Yeah I know. This took forever, and I don't really like this chapter but I do love the end of it.

Poor Hay-Hay. I just love making his day just a little bit worse. :D

Reviews are loved, Con. Crit is welcomed, and flames will be used for s'mores.

Danke. :D