Author's Notes: Hey guys. Sorry for not uploading another chap for a while. College and my boyfriend keep me busy XD So here you are: That brand new fifth chapter! Well, it's already quite old seeing as how I wrote his around March the 27th or something… Anyway, enjoy. Please leave a review while you're at it ;)
Chapter Five: Someone kill me
It was Monday, four weeks until graduation, five days until the pre-graduation-party and the week of my bet with Seifer. Thus, I still had four weeks to lose my virginity and one week to find someone I'd go to prom with. Maybe it was time to panic. In contradiction, I was more afraid of my school day in girl's clothes. I knew I looked hot but that didn't mean I liked wearing this stuff. Though I had still put on some mascara and eye liner I had found in my mom's make-up case, just to underline my stunning beauty. Well screw Seifer.
My way to school was the most embarrassing thing I've ever encountered. I know it didn't show on my face but on the inside I was screaming, trying to run and hide. People openly stared at me, guys laughed at me, girls told me how sexy my legs were even though I had cut myself a lot around the knees while trying to shave them. There were even a couple of guys who gave me wolf whistles. I prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me. It didn't and I accomplished a new record for walking to school. All those chains jingled around my hips while I was desperately trying not to run.
When I reached the school building, it only got worse. Remember when I said I didn't get beat up by the bullies although I'm such a freak? Obviously they thought this was too much. They tried to knock me out within the first fifty meters on the school grounds. I gave a poor fight because of my skirt that was trying to embarrass me further by revealing a little too much of my underwear for my taste. Thank god Seifer didn't make me wear girls' panties. Anyway, my carefully shaved legs were now covered in bruises and I was pissed. I considered killing Seifer the moment I would set eyes on him but I didn't get the opportunity to do so and months later I would be grateful for Zell distracting me from my thoughts when I reached my locker to get my books.
"Whoa, holy shit, Squall! What the heck are you wearing?" He shouted so loud that every student in earshot stopped talking and turned to watch the display.
"Morning, Zell." Was all I grunted in reply, turning back to the task at hand. I couldn't even concentrate on remembering my first subject.
"Squall, why are you wearing a skirt?" That was Quistis. Looking over my shoulder, I was greeted with the sight of all my friends staring at me like I was insane. I probably was.
"Ask Seifer." I sighed. This would be a long, looong day.
"I heard my wonderful name." Oh yeah, just what I needed. Mr. Almighty himself. I smashed my locker door shut, not caring about my books at the moment and instead started glaring at the grinning blond. "Hey Leonhart, I'm pleased to see you stick to your bets."
"Bets?" Zell again.
"Oh no, chicken-wuss, none of your business. That's between Leonhart and me. So cut it and take a picture instead." Before I could even protest, he had thrown his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close and posing for the photos half of the school took of us with great enthusiasm. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and resigned. I couldn't stop them anyway. Seifer then dragged me to my first subject and I was glad he remembered what it was.
My day got even worse still. I didn't think it possible, but I was proven wrong again. I'd learned to ignore all the jerks singing "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers – "Somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend." Irvine had been the one to start it, not caring that he missed the whole rest of the lyrics – within the first period. What I didn't get used to for the whole week were people of both sex walking up to me to tell me I looked damned hot and the skirt even underlined that. At least I saw Seifer biting his lip each time, probably realizing that this outfit could possibly increase my chances to get a date for prom. Well, it looked like his plan backfired.
But the real bad thing was the reaction of all the teachers. Most of them asked me if I needed psychological help with my obvious gender-confusion, some told me they'd give me detention if I didn't change immediately and one of them threw me out of his classroom. Thus I spent lunch in detention, trying to explain why I was wearing a skirt. At the end of the day, I was so fed up with the whole situation, that I held my head high and stalked through the halls like I owned the place. I have to admit, I looked even hotter with that arrogant face.