I was surprised that the pain from the fall was diminished dramatically. I turned around and look in the bathroom mirror, holding up my shirt revealing a large purple bruise on my back and buttocks. I flinched at the sight, and pulled down my shirt and started brushing my teeth.
I started thinking…I mean…that was a very interesting happening there with Seifer. Oh Hyne! What was I thinking? I'm on a mission! And what am I doing messing around with Seifer?? Him!! The bastard child! I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. And the kiss! Oh Hyne. The kiss…why? And I didn't resist. What in Hyne is happening to me? I should forget about this; pretend it never happened.
After washing my face, I walked out of the bathroom. Seifer was tidying up the place, picking up things that dropped from the wrestle.
"Seifer," I addressed in a serious tone.
Seifer looked up. "Quistis," he replied back mockingly.
"Look, Seifer. I don't know what's gotten into me a while ago. I didn't mean to—"
"Yeah. You're on to me. You know it," he interrupted, a sly smirk on his face.
"I beg your pardon! What the hell are you saying?"
"I said that you're hot for me. C'mon, admit it. I'm hot for you too," he stepped to the bed and sat on it.
"Hyne! You and your stupid sex-driven mind! I can't believe you said that! Hyne, you're such an idiot. Forget everything! This never happened! Do you understand?" I was practically shrieking. Seifer suddenly stood up.
"Fuck, Quistis! You're always like this. You never open up! And once you do, you just recoil back and barricade you damned self into your own cold world."
"So what!? Maybe I should do that and never open up to anybody, especially you! So now I won't have to go into pointless troubles like this."
Seifer didn't say anything back, but kept an angry expression on his face.
I threw up my arms in the air, sighed heavily, and turned around crossing my arms.
Attention passengers. We are arriving at Timber. I repeat, we are now arriving at Timber. Please pick up all our baggage and be ready.
"Finally," I said. I turned around and looked at Seifer. His angry expression was gone but now replaced by a stoic face. He looked at me for a while, then went to grab his belongings.
I was still mad at him, so I commenced on getting my belongings as well. There was an eerie silence between us as we walked out of the train.
"Look, it'll be hours till the next train comes, so I'd suggest you go rent a room at a motel and go shopping for a while," Seifer finally spoke, but he wasn't looking at me. I looked up at him, my face softened. I place my hand on his shoulder, but he shook it off.
"Seifer. I…didn't mean to—"
"Yeah. Of course you didn't," he spoke back rather harshly, and walked away with his baggage. "I'm leaving my stuff at the Timber Hotel. I'll be at the pub," he said as he walked away.
I just stood there and watched him disappear into the crowd of people. "Yeah…whatever."
~*~
"What room is Seifer Almasy in?" I asked the woman behind the desk at the motel. She gazed up at me from her computer screen then back to the computer. Typing a few things down, she turned back to me: "Room 15A," and tossed me the room key.
"Thank you."
~*~
I dropped my baggage immediately as I walked through the door of my room. "Ugh…Why didn't I travel light?" I picked up my stuff and threw them on the bed. To my misfortune, the bed was very bouncy that my baggage flew up at me and barely knocked me down. Stupid bed.
Looking around the room, I saw the Seifer had already placed his stuff down. I sighed heavily. I didn't mean to get him that angry. Now I feel guilty. I shook my head. No, he deserved it for saying such things. I threw my body onto the bed. I swore I flew up 5 feet from the bed.
Maybe I should go shopping and drown my guilt, I stared up at the ceiling. No, I should just walk around. I got up and exited the motel. I'll go visit Seifer and see how's he doing. Better not let him get entirely drunk.
~*~
The smell of sourness of the liquor hit me intensely as I walked into the bar. It was a relatively small bar, and I spotted Seifer easily. Dear Hyne, there were probably ten small empty glasses in front of him. I walked up and sat next to him. "Seifer," I tapped him lightly on his shoulder.
His head was on the bar table, and he looked up to me with drowsy eyes. "Whazzat?"
"Seifer. You've had too much to drink. I could smell it."
"Smell, shmell. Whatever! Want a drink?" He handed me an empty cup, obviously he's drunk by his slurred speech.
"Here. C'mon Seifer. Let me get you up and bring you back to the motel so you can rest." I extended out my arm but he pushed it away drowsily, and his other hand went up to his mouth.
"Mmmmph!" Seifer made a strange noise. I swore his face just turned green for a second.
"Seifer? What's wrong? Are you feeling---AAAAHHHH!"
I can't believe I just sat there and let Seifer hurl his vomit all over my blouse. It was of brown color, wreaking the odor of beer.
The smell was making me very nauseous, and I vomited over Seifer's pants.
Well, you know what they say: it's better to give than to receive.
~*~
TBC