Past Regrets
Chapter Four: 'Let's have a foursome!'
Quistis was suddenly aware of someone wrapped around one of her legs, pleading for her to go to the ball with him. It was Irvine again. Quistis screamed. "Get off me!!!" Irvine was shouting at the top of his lungs, "Pleeaassee go with me!!!" while disrupting many couples that were scattered around the area, making out. The library girl had run off, eyes filled with hurt. Zell had told her he never knew she'd liked him. She'd been pretending something was there, when there wasn't.
"But I'm going with someone already!" Quistis argued. Selphie was sitting in a corner, crying. Quistis flared up. No one hurt her friends and get away with it. She smacked Irvine and went to Selphie. "Let's go, Selphie."
"Wait, Selphie! I'm going with you! I just wanted to go with two people, that's all!" Irvine called after her.
"Forget it, you jerk! I don't want to go with you. I hate you!!!" Selphie screamed.
Quistis' eyes fixed on a figure coming toward them. It was Seifer.
"Quistis!"
As he approached, he noticed Selphie's angry tears. She was gripping her nunchakus so fiercely, she looked like she wanted to rip someone's throat out.
"What happened?"
He soon found out. Irvine came up to Selphie.
"Aw, come on! Why so glum, chum? I just wanted a threesome. You can join and we'll have a foursome!"
Selphie, Quistis and Seifer stared at him in shock, then in pure hatred. There was a flash of a gunblade, the sound of a whip and nunchakus. There was suddenly no Irvine.
"He's sooooo disgusting!" exclaimed Selphie. "I think I'll just go by myself now. I don't know what I ever saw in him..."
"Well, I have to go, it's already past midnight. Good night…" Quistis started to walk away.
"Wait," Seifer called after her. "I need to talk to you."
Selphie looked at the two of them knowingly. "Ok, I'll leave you two to talk, have a nice chat!" Selphie skipped away.
*Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.*
Quistis woke up the next morning in a cheerful mood. She finished grading papers, teaching students, and of course…avoiding Trepies. Luckily, the Trepies were scared of Seifer, so they always scattered and hurried away whenever he approached.
Chapter Four: 'Let's have a foursome!'
Quistis was suddenly aware of someone wrapped around one of her legs, pleading for her to go to the ball with him. It was Irvine again. Quistis screamed. "Get off me!!!" Irvine was shouting at the top of his lungs, "Pleeaassee go with me!!!" while disrupting many couples that were scattered around the area, making out. The library girl had run off, eyes filled with hurt. Zell had told her he never knew she'd liked him. She'd been pretending something was there, when there wasn't.
"But I'm going with someone already!" Quistis argued. Selphie was sitting in a corner, crying. Quistis flared up. No one hurt her friends and get away with it. She smacked Irvine and went to Selphie. "Let's go, Selphie."
"Wait, Selphie! I'm going with you! I just wanted to go with two people, that's all!" Irvine called after her.
"Forget it, you jerk! I don't want to go with you. I hate you!!!" Selphie screamed.
Quistis' eyes fixed on a figure coming toward them. It was Seifer.
"Quistis!"
As he approached, he noticed Selphie's angry tears. She was gripping her nunchakus so fiercely, she looked like she wanted to rip someone's throat out.
"What happened?"
He soon found out. Irvine came up to Selphie.
"Aw, come on! Why so glum, chum? I just wanted a threesome. You can join and we'll have a foursome!"
Selphie, Quistis and Seifer stared at him in shock, then in pure hatred. There was a flash of a gunblade, the sound of a whip and nunchakus. There was suddenly no Irvine.
"He's sooooo disgusting!" exclaimed Selphie. "I think I'll just go by myself now. I don't know what I ever saw in him..."
"Well, I have to go, it's already past midnight. Good night…" Quistis started to walk away.
"Wait," Seifer called after her. "I need to talk to you."
Selphie looked at the two of them knowingly. "Ok, I'll leave you two to talk, have a nice chat!" Selphie skipped away.
*Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.*
Quistis woke up the next morning in a cheerful mood. She finished grading papers, teaching students, and of course…avoiding Trepies. Luckily, the Trepies were scared of Seifer, so they always scattered and hurried away whenever he approached.