"Quistis! You can't!" Zell yelled out, loudly, drawing much attention. Quistis sighed, hesitating. But just shook her head, to his sudden reply. For the last 10 minutes, Zell had sat pestering her for a reason she hardly even understood.
"Zell, what are you complaining about?" Quistis questioned, annoyed. He stared blankly at her for a brief moment, when he finally spoke up.
"Aren't you taking the car?" he questioned, glumly. She sighed, nodding her head.
"Is this what it's all about? You've been bugging me for that reason???" Quistis asked, amused at his quick manly reaction.
"Hey, who said???" Zell began, sitting up, "I just needed the car, that's all. And plus, you CAN'T TAKE IT!!" he yelled out. A couple of students turned around, questioning one another. Quistis' facial expression hardened, as she opened her mouth to reply.
"You won't, right?" Zell uttered, nearly a whisper, as his blue eyes encircled around the Quad. She smiled, thinking of how ridiculous Zell possibly had felt at that very moment.
"Fine," she replied, "I won't...but only because you seem desperate." With that, Quistis quickly stood up, walking towards the exit. Zell sat in dismay, as he slouched back onto the chair. His eyes slowly adjusted towards the end of the Quad, where he noticed two familiar figures.
"HIYEE, ZELLY!!" Selphie exclaimed, as perky as ever. Irvine pulled out a chair as he sat down, still eyeing a couple of blondes on the other end, where he had previously stood. Zell gave Selphie a disgusted look, and turned to face Irvine.
"Selphie," Quistis uttered, "Do I have to go through with this again? I thought you were going to ask Squall and Rinoa." Selphie shook her head, as she plopped down on the blue mattress.
"I'd rather ask you, and you know it, too," she murmured. Quistis smiled.
"And who do you suggest I go with?" she questioned, smiling down at her young friend.
"....Zell," Selphie replied, feeling a bit nerve recking. Quistis let a soft laughter escape her lips, as a smile soon spreaded across her face. Selphie sighed, as she sat in dismay.
Quistis smiled, "I'm real busy today, Selphie. I still need to drop off these papersat Galbadia Garden." She quickly glanced up at her.
"Maybe later," Quistis uttered, grabbing the paper off her desk. Selphie smiled, a little cheerful.
"Maybe....tonight?" she pondered, filled with a bit of hope. Quistis smiled, warmly. But before she had a chance to answer, the door swung open, revealing Irvine. He quickly shutted the door behind him, and took a seat beside Selphie.
"Are you done yet?" he questioned. She glanced over to him, then turned back to Quistis.
"Not yet," she uttered, a bit annoyed, "Are you planning to take the train?" Quistis nodded.
"Well, then Irvine could drop you off. He's not doing anything important today," Selphie exclaimed, a bit excited after a brief moment of disappointment.
"And who gave you that idea?" Irvine teased, as he scooted closer to the petite young girl. She quickly slapped him hard on the back. Then, inched away, quickly, smiling up at Quistis.
"What are you doing?" Quistis questioned, as she stood beside the blue sports car, staring over at Irvine. Who had stepped out, now walking over beside her, only a few feet away.
"Hope you don't mind me taggin' along," he replied, leading the way. As the two of them entered the Front Gate, a group of students were gathered along the grassy fields, as they glanced over to the on coming. Quistis quickly made her way into the entrance hall, walking over to the front counter. But before she reached it, Irvine quickly made his way in front of her. His elbows resting on the counter behind him.
Quistis sighed, "Irvine, move," she implied. He quickly did as he were told, with a lecherous grin upon his face. She quickly placed the stack of papers on the desk and exited.
"Damn," Irvine mumbled, as he took a sharp turn on the wrong street. Quistis sat still, fidgeting with her fingers as they rested in her lap. She sat pondering as she stared out the side view mirror. Irvine took a quick glance, then adjusted his eyes back onto the road.
"What are you thinkin' about?" he questioned, out of curiosity. Quistis glanced over to him, then turned straight ahead.
".....Things," she replied, simply.
"What kind of things?" he questioned. Quistis looked over to him, then turned away.
"Does it bother you?" she asked, her face still emotionless.
He let a soft laughter escape his lips, "Let me guess......girl things," Irvine uttered, practically ignoring her question. She turned to him, then returned back to staring down at her lap.
"You still like him don't you?" Irvine asked, his facial expression suddenly turning serious. Quistis startled, turn to look at him. But his eyes laid straight ahead.
"What are you talking about?" she questioned, her facial features tightened with anger.
"I know you know exactly what I'm talkin' about," he mumbled, taking another sharp turn, "You know what, you should start being more honest when talkin' to people. I can see right through you."
"What do you know!?!?!" Quistis yelled out, her expression hard. Irvine quickly glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"All right, all right, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't have gotten offended if you was to say that to me," he replied, pulling to a quick stop in front of Balamb Garden. Quistis, without another reply, immediately stepped out of the car as she headed towards the Front Gate.
Irvine quickly stepped out, following after her, "I don't know why you're gettin' so worked up about it. I said I was sorry." He quickly glanced over to a group of 'Trepies' who had heard the whole thing, and continued to stare at Irvine with envy. Quistis suddenly swung around, staring at him, coldly.
"Irvine," she began, "That's why I never wanna even go near you. All the good that's gonna come to me is nothing. You just know exactly what to say to piss people off, and I know you know it, too. But you're just gonna sit there and play Mr. I Don't Know What The Hell's Going On. You know what, you and I are two completely different people. And maybe it should stay that way."
He paused for a brief moment, "And what's that suppose to mean?"
"I know you know exactly what I'm talking about," Quistis imposed, repeating his words. She took one last glance, as she then quickly made her way into the entrance, leaving Irvine speechless.
"Zell, what are you complaining about?" Quistis questioned, annoyed. He stared blankly at her for a brief moment, when he finally spoke up.
"Aren't you taking the car?" he questioned, glumly. She sighed, nodding her head.
"Is this what it's all about? You've been bugging me for that reason???" Quistis asked, amused at his quick manly reaction.
"Hey, who said???" Zell began, sitting up, "I just needed the car, that's all. And plus, you CAN'T TAKE IT!!" he yelled out. A couple of students turned around, questioning one another. Quistis' facial expression hardened, as she opened her mouth to reply.
"You won't, right?" Zell uttered, nearly a whisper, as his blue eyes encircled around the Quad. She smiled, thinking of how ridiculous Zell possibly had felt at that very moment.
"Fine," she replied, "I won't...but only because you seem desperate." With that, Quistis quickly stood up, walking towards the exit. Zell sat in dismay, as he slouched back onto the chair. His eyes slowly adjusted towards the end of the Quad, where he noticed two familiar figures.
"HIYEE, ZELLY!!" Selphie exclaimed, as perky as ever. Irvine pulled out a chair as he sat down, still eyeing a couple of blondes on the other end, where he had previously stood. Zell gave Selphie a disgusted look, and turned to face Irvine.
"Selphie," Quistis uttered, "Do I have to go through with this again? I thought you were going to ask Squall and Rinoa." Selphie shook her head, as she plopped down on the blue mattress.
"I'd rather ask you, and you know it, too," she murmured. Quistis smiled.
"And who do you suggest I go with?" she questioned, smiling down at her young friend.
"....Zell," Selphie replied, feeling a bit nerve recking. Quistis let a soft laughter escape her lips, as a smile soon spreaded across her face. Selphie sighed, as she sat in dismay.
Quistis smiled, "I'm real busy today, Selphie. I still need to drop off these papersat Galbadia Garden." She quickly glanced up at her.
"Maybe later," Quistis uttered, grabbing the paper off her desk. Selphie smiled, a little cheerful.
"Maybe....tonight?" she pondered, filled with a bit of hope. Quistis smiled, warmly. But before she had a chance to answer, the door swung open, revealing Irvine. He quickly shutted the door behind him, and took a seat beside Selphie.
"Are you done yet?" he questioned. She glanced over to him, then turned back to Quistis.
"Not yet," she uttered, a bit annoyed, "Are you planning to take the train?" Quistis nodded.
"Well, then Irvine could drop you off. He's not doing anything important today," Selphie exclaimed, a bit excited after a brief moment of disappointment.
"And who gave you that idea?" Irvine teased, as he scooted closer to the petite young girl. She quickly slapped him hard on the back. Then, inched away, quickly, smiling up at Quistis.
"What are you doing?" Quistis questioned, as she stood beside the blue sports car, staring over at Irvine. Who had stepped out, now walking over beside her, only a few feet away.
"Hope you don't mind me taggin' along," he replied, leading the way. As the two of them entered the Front Gate, a group of students were gathered along the grassy fields, as they glanced over to the on coming. Quistis quickly made her way into the entrance hall, walking over to the front counter. But before she reached it, Irvine quickly made his way in front of her. His elbows resting on the counter behind him.
Quistis sighed, "Irvine, move," she implied. He quickly did as he were told, with a lecherous grin upon his face. She quickly placed the stack of papers on the desk and exited.
"Damn," Irvine mumbled, as he took a sharp turn on the wrong street. Quistis sat still, fidgeting with her fingers as they rested in her lap. She sat pondering as she stared out the side view mirror. Irvine took a quick glance, then adjusted his eyes back onto the road.
"What are you thinkin' about?" he questioned, out of curiosity. Quistis glanced over to him, then turned straight ahead.
".....Things," she replied, simply.
"What kind of things?" he questioned. Quistis looked over to him, then turned away.
"Does it bother you?" she asked, her face still emotionless.
He let a soft laughter escape his lips, "Let me guess......girl things," Irvine uttered, practically ignoring her question. She turned to him, then returned back to staring down at her lap.
"You still like him don't you?" Irvine asked, his facial expression suddenly turning serious. Quistis startled, turn to look at him. But his eyes laid straight ahead.
"What are you talking about?" she questioned, her facial features tightened with anger.
"I know you know exactly what I'm talkin' about," he mumbled, taking another sharp turn, "You know what, you should start being more honest when talkin' to people. I can see right through you."
"What do you know!?!?!" Quistis yelled out, her expression hard. Irvine quickly glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"All right, all right, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't have gotten offended if you was to say that to me," he replied, pulling to a quick stop in front of Balamb Garden. Quistis, without another reply, immediately stepped out of the car as she headed towards the Front Gate.
Irvine quickly stepped out, following after her, "I don't know why you're gettin' so worked up about it. I said I was sorry." He quickly glanced over to a group of 'Trepies' who had heard the whole thing, and continued to stare at Irvine with envy. Quistis suddenly swung around, staring at him, coldly.
"Irvine," she began, "That's why I never wanna even go near you. All the good that's gonna come to me is nothing. You just know exactly what to say to piss people off, and I know you know it, too. But you're just gonna sit there and play Mr. I Don't Know What The Hell's Going On. You know what, you and I are two completely different people. And maybe it should stay that way."
He paused for a brief moment, "And what's that suppose to mean?"
"I know you know exactly what I'm talking about," Quistis imposed, repeating his words. She took one last glance, as she then quickly made her way into the entrance, leaving Irvine speechless.