Delinquency
Chapter Eight
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8
Rinoa hadn't thought that Seifer nearly getting into a fight was a big thing. In fact the only part that even slightly interested her was the fact that he hadn't. It wasn't like Seifer to hold back but maybe things had changed since she was last friends with the group.
She noticed this new boy immediately upon entering her homeroom; he sat at the back, scratching something into his desk. He was interesting; from first glance Rinoa thought he was attractive.
He had shaggy brown hair and it appeared that he hadn't shaved in a number of days. Sort of a 5 o clock shadow, but it suited him. He had pale blue eyes and to anyone else he would've seemed like just another student, but Rinoa could see past that, she knew that the others would be able to as well. He was a troublemaker, you could see it in the way he moved, the way he held himself and the recalcitrant aura that seemed to surround him.
He wore the standard uniform, personalised but no more than anyone else. She'd seen new students before and usually they all acted the same, clinging onto the first person that'd been nice to them, in her case it'd been Squall but this boy was different. He didn't seem to worry if no one liked him. In fact he made no effort at all make friends, he just sat at the back, scratching things into his desk with a compass.
This boy intrigued her and she couldn't stop herself from sitting beside him just as the teacher entered.
"You must be new here." Rinoa said.
She wasn't quite sure what she was anymore, the previous her would've said something slightly insulting but comical all at the same time. The new her… well since she'd reverted back to her original ways, didn't quite know what to say.
She wasn't sure where she sat on the social pyramid anymore, she wanted to go back to Squall and the others but she had new friends and she didn't want to do to them what she'd done to Squall.
"Why are you speaking to me, Rinoa?" the boy replied.
Rinoa furrowed her eyebrows together, how did he know her? Had Seifer mentioned her or something? He was the only one that she knew that had spoken to him.
"How the fuck do you know my name?" Rinoa burst out before she could stop herself.
She occasionally did that; just let something flow out of her mouth before she could stop it. Her friends hated it, saying that it wasn't ladylike to swear like a sailor but she didn't really feel the need to be friendly all the time. Besides it wasn't as thought words physically hurt anyone.
"Ow feisty, I see you've changed."
"Don't change the subject just answer the fucking question! Hold up, changed? We've met?" Rinoa backtracked.
"You don't remember me, not that I would expect you to."
Rinoa was curious as to what he was talking about but her phone began vibrating inside her bag. Without as much as a thought as to what the teacher may say about her txting during class hours she picked up her phone and read her txt.
R U BUSY? MEET ME AFTA HMEROOM
Rinoa rolled her eyes; trust Squall to choose the most inconvenient times to decide to have a "pow-wow".
When Rinoa turned to face the boy again he'd lost interest in the conversation and was bent over his desk marking profanity into the desk again.
"Did we meet in Deling or something?" Rinoa asked.
She was trying to keep civil, not wanting the old her to flare up again, she had friends in this class and they'd begin talking. They did it enough what with her living with Squall now. Caraway couldn't have been that far away anymore, he'd been gone a couple of weeks.
"Nope, I've only been in Deling a couple of times. Place smells like ass." He replied.
Rinoa hadn't thought so, but after living there nearly her whole life it was highly possible that it did smell bad and she was just too used to it.
Balamb's air had seemed really fresh when she first moved there but she'd put that to living beside the ocean.
The bell rang before any more conversation could ensue; Rinoa was rather upset about that. Even if that boy had annoyed her, he'd intrigued her more. It was nice to find a new face that sparked her curiosity other than Squall and that; everyone was very stereotypical, maybe even more so than Deling.
It was very segregated in Balamb. There were very few loners, the teenagers were like a bunch of territorial pack of wolves, no group any better than the other.
The jocks and cheerleaders and other popular folk hounded the cafeteria and picnic benches outside the cafeteria. Anyone who chose to hand around for long in those areas that didn't usually (obviously there were still people that sat in these areas) didn't stay long. Rinoa had even seen Squall dodge out of there quickly when he felt outnumbered.
The Goths tended to sit on either the field or the steps outside the science block. Occasionally hanging round were Emo kids or punks. Either way it was an interesting part of the school. Nobody was really sure about any of these groups; they were freaky. Like they were going to set you ablaze with their very sight.
Nerds hounded libraries, fields or cafeteria. Considering there space of the social pyramid they had the most freedom of territory. Nobody felt threatened by nerds though they did strike much of an imposing figure.
Then there was Squall and his group, shall we refer to them as outcasts. They tended to loiter in places like the football field stands, on a picnic table near the parking lot, behind the gym where the teachers never went or not there at all.
While there were many other groups they weren't necessarily very big. Not that the outcasts were it was just that they of course were going to get mentioned.
Rinoa knew where to find Squall today though; he'd be on the stands, somewhere that
They weren't going to get caught if they missed a couple of periods. And if by chance they were there was more than a few escape routes.
As she approached she noticed that surprisingly Squall was alone. This wasn't a frequent action made by Squall. While he could handle himself he had a lot of enemies hanging around school and a lot of them would take full advantage of his solitude.
"You wanted to see me?" Rinoa enquired.
She sat down next to him, slightly worried that he was going to bring up the weekend again but ready to explain to him why it was a bad idea if he did.
"I was bored and wondered if you'd come." Squall laughed.
Rinoa let out a quick ha as she stared out at the field. He'd known that she would. She almost had to. Even know if Squall needed her, she'd go running. If was a habit that Rinoa had hoped that she might break but she just had a connection with Squall. It was like nothing she had ever felt before in her life. It scared her though, that was sort of why she couldn't go there again. She couldn't bare going through that hurt all over again.
"For someone who's reformed you cut school pretty fucking fast." Squall continued.
"Please remind me why I came at all." Rinoa sighed.
Squall shrugged, he didn't particularly want to get into a deep meaningful conversation at this point.
It was a different situation for Squall, he knew that Rinoa was keen to get back with him, nine out of every ten times he tried to hook up with her she wasn't too persistent when it came to fighting him off. He couldn't really understand why she was being so difficult.
He needed something, anything to come out and show him the real Rinoa. The one that he had fallen for, the one that would rather smack someone than walk away and the one that brought out the good in him.
It was strange to say it but having her around made him a little bit better. She was hard but she wasn't that hard. He was much more likely to do something criminal if he was with Seifer than if he was with her. She got along with his family and she accepted him for him. He even thought that he excited her a little but he didn't want to be remembered as the guy that had produced a different side of her. The guy that she'd had fun with back in high school.
He needed to know she was the same, if only for a couple of hours.
"Do you wanna do something illegal?" Squall randomly burst out.
Rinoa barely blinked before replying, "Ok".
Quistis lay on her back leaning up against Seifer's chest. She was so glad that he had taken today off. After he'd had an argument at school he had headed around to her house.
She'd told him that she was having today off. Her parents had flown out of town for the night so she was keen to have the house to herself. Surprisingly he had decided to go to school, he'd heard about the new boy coming to school today and didn't want to miss it.
He was ropable when he had first walked through her day, still seething with anger from his fight but as per usual Quistis managed to calm him down pretty quickly.
He'd fallen asleep now, his head sunk back into the leather couch, one arm around Quistis' waist the other draped out along the couch arm.
She lay there flicking idly through the channels, not yet finding anything that she would consider good television.
She felt Seifer stir and was happy that he had woken up; she liked his company most of the time.
"You're awake." Quistis stated as she turned her upper body to face him.
"Mmmm." Seifer hummed out while he rubbed one of his sleepy eyes.
Quistis kissed his chin and let herself up, being alone with Seifer didn't happen as much as she liked.
Her parents hated him, thinking that he wasn't good enough for her. She was a princess to her family and they blamed Seifer completely for turning their daughter into such a reckless girl. They also thought that seeing as they'd been together for so long Seifer was only with her to get hold of the fortune that Quistis was heir to.
Quistis and Seifer were complete opposites; Seifer lived in a run down state house with his mother and whoever happened to be sleeping with her that night. Seifer's mother prostituted for cash and his father disappeared not long after his birth. The male figure in his life was his uncle who had basically resented him from the start. He had a baby sister who was about two and she was generally the only thing that kept him from permanently walking out of that house for good.
He had to be there for her, she needed him and he'd lived there for eighteen years now, he could stand a little bit more.
It was a hard thought for him though, there was such an age difference he knew that one day he was going to walk out of that house and leave her to live there. To go through what he went through and to see what he had saw. He could see what she was going to be and he didn't like it.
Quistis also had siblings, an older sister and two younger brothers. Her younger brothers were twins, identical twins. She could tell them apart but if they got her on a bad day she couldn't tell the difference.
When her parents went away they usually went with them.
Her sister had grown up into a doctor… her parents were so proud.
Them being so different neither really felt comfortable in each other's environments. Seifer didn't generally take people to his house and Quistis' parents hated Seifer.
Naturally they'd both been there but it wasn't something that they did often.
Quistis walked into her kitchen and opened a cupboard and looked inside at the contents. She heard Seifer walk into the kitchen and sit down on one of the marble benches. She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what her mother would say.
It wasn't accepted in the Trepe household to sit on benches.
"So what do you think about Squall and Rinoa?" Quistis asked as she shut the cupboard doors.
She decided against eating, she wasn't that hungry anyway.
"I think they both need to get the fuck over it." Seifer yawned.
"No but wouldn't it but funny if they got back together." Quistis smiled.
Seifer groaned, he could see the clicks in Quistis's brilliant mind start to go over.
"Don't even think about it."
Quistis gave him an innocent look than sat down on his lap. He let out some air as she did so, no matter how many times she did it he wasn't used to her always touching him.
"If he's ganna fuck her he's ganna fuck her so just leave it." Seifer continued.
Quistis furrowed her eyebrows together and stared into Seifer's eyes.
"You know something." Quistis accused.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Seifer exclaimed.
"You're lying."
Quistis knew Seifer; he wasn't exactly a closed book. Yes he was complicated but Quistis was a genius, she'd always been a child prodigy growing up and understanding Seifer wasn't rocket science.
"What's Squall been up to, aye?"
Rinoa closed her eyes and listened to the beat of Blindspott, she loved Blindspott. It had been awhile since she'd heard them. Squall roared down the road, his car going at speeds well above the speed limit. Most people hated Squall's driving but Rinoa knew that he was completely in control, he wouldn't hurt her.
"So what are we doing?" Rinoa yelled above the music.
Squall turned it down a little and turned left down a one-way street.
"I have to get into this house. It's the principals." Squall replied.
"You want me to break into our principals house!"
"It's important! He was ganna suspend me the other day for giving that fuckwit Mark a bleeding nose." Squall said defensively.
How he got off it was anybody's guess. Squall had obviously done it but of course nobody was narking on anyone. If someone narked, even if they were the one on the receiving end of the hit they were immediately branded shit by everyone. Nobody likes a nark.
"How is breaking into the principals house going to help?" Rinoa exclaimed.
I am soooo sorry, I know it took me FOREVER to pump out this crapola chapter but I lost my inspiration. I dunno its all fucked up ae.
Anyway I hope that things get a bit quicker, I'm not stoping my writing its just taking me ages. I was going to write the HELL chapter but nah fuck it I thought I'd get something out there before people gave up on me. Lol.
