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"SQUALL LEONHART!"

The brunet gritted his teeth, "God-damn it! What do you want already! I swear I've never been called on in my life as many times as you have called on me in the past hour!"

The professor of his Calculus class glared at him, "Other than the fact that you came ten minutes late, you're wandering off and muttering to yourself. You know I am quite interested in the happenings of your life if you care to indulge."

"No I don't care about anything, especially indulging you!" Squall snapped, glaring at the man.

What was his name…?

Marcus

Oh, right…I knew that…

Sure you did…

The man glared right back, "Unless you are planning to fail, I want to see you after class."

"Whatever. At this rate I have a feeling I won't be here till the end of class anyway."

Marcus rolled his eyes, "Please look at question five."

Squall scanned the page of the book that was lying open in front of him.

"There is no question five. In fact there aren't any questions." Squall growled.

"Yeah I noticed, maybe if you would bother to snap out of your reveries every once in a while, you would remember to turn the page with the rest of the class than make a complete fool of yourself."

Squall snorted and turned the page, looking for anything that said 'question 5'.

Marcus rolled his eyes and turned to his own book, starting his explanation of that question all over again for Squall's benefit. However Squall was already lost in his own world, consumed by his own thoughts.

Marcus's green eyes flashed with annoyance as he saw Squall's eyes faze out after a minute or two.

Honestly, what was that boy's problem? It was only the second day and he was bored already…or was that more than boredom in the captivating silver ash-like eyes of the brunet.

Squall was staring at the book but he wasn't seeing anything…just the blonde in his head. Seifer had looked genuinely hurt when he had lied to him and said that he imagined him to be Denzel.

Duh, what do you think? If you were kissing him and he thought you were Caine, you retard.

Shut up, I wasn't asking you!

Squall sighed and looked up at the professor, "Excuse me, Mr. Can I go like to the bathroom or something?"

"Or something? You just want to go out." Marcus gritted his teeth…Squall was getting on his nerves.

"Yeah." Squall shrugged.

"Go." Marcus tried to act stoic about it, but how he just wanted to slam the brunet against the wall and kiss the shitty expressions off his face

. The professor was in his early forties, soot black hair and green eyes. He stood tall as the brunet left and continued explaining, leaving all those thoughts for after class.

Squall walked to the bathroom and stared at his face in the mirror. The toilets were empty and the place was quiet.

Guess in college people don't try their best to leave class.

Duh, what do you think, not all guys are asses like you.

Squall snorted and washed his face, glancing at his watch. Ten minutes to end of class. The prospect of going back home to the blonde was both dreading and exciting. He wanted to see Seifer…but what was he going to say?

Take me please…make love to me…I wanna be yours now and forever…you could try this you know…

Screw you. I would rather drop dead.

Without him, you will…look at you, you're a fool.

Hey, I thought you wanted me to stay away from him in the first place…

Hmmm…nah, I just wanna be against you to give you a hard time.

Screw you.

Yeah, you said that before.

Squall chuckled dryly. Look at me! I'm talking to myself like I'm arguing with a fuckin sibling! What the fuck is my problem!

You are blonde free…that's what your problem is.

You know what!

What?

Squall kicked the door open and walked out of the bathroom, heading back to class.

What already!

I admit it! I'm going mad…but one more thing…I want to be that way so leave me alone.

Screw you.

Ha, now where did I hear that before? Squall inwardly grinned.

He was sure he had lost it. Walking into the class, the bell rang and he walked over to his desk to pick up his things and bag.

Turning, he started to walk out, but Marcus called out to him, "What is it, Squall. Too scared to stay or too bored to get a lecture?"

Squall stopped and turned, "Oh, yeah. I forgot."

"That's why I called out to you, figured you did. You sure got a lot on your mind."

"Yeah." Squall walked to sit on one of the desks facing Marcus's big one, dumping his bag on the floor by his feet.

"So, what exactly is your problem, Squall?"

"None of your business, professor." Squall replied.

"I see." Marcus stood up and walked over to where Squall was sitting, "I couldn't help but notice you fazing out all the time in class."

"If you would spend more time looking at your book and less time staring at me you wouldn't have noticed." Squall raised a brow.

Marcus stopped between Squall's parted legs, "I heard you're staying with Seifer Almasy."

"I haven't heard where you are staying." Squall evaded.

The professor snorted, "Let's not play games, Squall."

"Exactly what does this have to do with me not being attentive in your class?" Silver eyes narrowed to cold chips.

"Oh, you will fail if you go on like this, but you know," Marcus moved his face closer to Squall's, "I'm willing to give you an answered exam…in one condition."

Squall snorted, "Really?"

"Yeah, it's only a night I ask for."

In one swift motion, Marcus captured the boy's lips in a demanding kiss.

Squall cried out and pushed hard against Marcus's chest, falling backward off the desk, landing painfully on his back.

"Oww!"

"Serves you right for acting like a child." Marcus bent over him, grasping Squall's wrists and using brute strength to hold them down high over Squall's head.

Bending the 'professor' claimed Squall's lips, taking the boy's breath away and stopping him from screaming and crying out.

"Very interesting, I see that the brunet has many people sinking low, huh?" Caine was glaring at Marcus.

The professor jumped up, the severity of his position hitting him like a bullet to the head.

"Caine." Squall whispered.

He was trembling there on the floor, almost helpless. Tears had already filled up his eyes.

"So, is that what teachers do nowadays to gain student's favors?"

"No"

Caine laughed and bent to help Squall, "Well, I sure hope you're a good fighter like you are a molester."

"What do you mean?"

Caine was still holding Squall's arm as he bent to pick up the brunet's bag, "Nothing much, just a word of advice." Caine walked out, pulling Squall in his wake.

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okay, this is one long chapter, just trying to get rid of time...hmmm...is it ok? i think it's about time we get to know a little more about the blonde...so Caine, get your tongue rolling...

/Caine/ why me?

cuz you're the good friend...

/Seifer/ he's nosy...

/Squall/ thanks for saving me...that was close

/Seifer/ what the fuck! he did some saving!

sneaking away as to get away from and angry, jealous blonde