**Nothing really happens in this chapter. Basically, it's just a frightening look into the complicated mine of the sexiest computer simulated man ever, Seifer!! Please read, enjoy, and then let me know what you think!

**Disclaimer: If I owned Seifer would I really be sat writing about him???? There would be much more interesting things to do! Ahem!**

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Seifer was confused. And worried. Now confused and worried didn't often come into Seifer's life. Annoyed, angry, sarcastic, snide, egotistical, over-confident perhaps. But never confused. Or worried.

And it was all Quistis' fault.

He didn't know where he stood with her anymore. He spent most of the time blowing hot and cold. One minute he'd absolutely detest her. He wouldn't be able to stay in the same room without starting an argument. He just wouldn't be able to stand the sight of him.

And the next...

The next he'd feel all fuzzy inside, all warm and safe. And he hated that feeling at the same time as he loved it. Because he loved her. Loved her. Adored her. Just wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her till she loved him back.

No.

He wasn't going to think about that at the moment. He had his Field Exam to think about. Not that he needed to think about it. He was going to pass easily. And even if he didn't at least he'd show her that he didn't care. Prove to her that her opinion of him didn't bother him at all. Even if he couldn't prove it to himself.

He'd almost blown it yesterday. Almost told her what he had sworn to himself he wouldn't. But she'd stopped him, without knowing it, but she still stopped him. He may love her, but it was a passing thing. It would go, just like a cold or chicken-pox. Annoying, always at the edge of your mind, but gone soon enough.

But he was torn in two.

He wanted to tell her.yet he didn't. He wanted to be her best student, to impress her...yet he refused to live up to her expectations, only his own. He was happy disappointing her because it meant he could be just how he wanted. He was happy.

What were these thoughts going round in his head??

He didn't want them.

It was her fault.

It wasn't like him to be so...thoughtful.

Not caring that he was in the canteen, surrounded by people., Seifer stood up and kicked a couple of chairs over violently. He hoped that by being angry and violent the uncharacteristic pensiveness would evaporate. And it worked, of course. He would cover up all the surging emotions below his skin with his usual self. That difficult, aloof, sneering guy in the grey trench coat and glittering Gunblade who stared defiantly at the people in the canteen, daring them to say anything.

They didn't and he was happy.

Happy.

"Maybe repeating it over and over would make me believe it." He thought to himself as he departed from the canteen.

**Hi! It's me again! Um, I'm sorry if this doesn't seem very in character. I haven't really got that sorted out yet. Hope your enjoying it.

Thanks to Jen and Aznchika for being so LOVELY!! Thank you for reviewing!!