SO sorry about the lateness of this chapter, I don't really have any
reasoning, I just have a busy life, I'm also forgetful! : ) Hopefully, I
will have it updated more from now on! Oh, and I know it's not too long. I
could have merged this chapter and the next one, but I thought you might
want it as soon as possible! : D
Chapter 4 - Dilemma
Quitsis sat on the large swivel chair at the front of the classroom, waiting for the class to finish writing their self-assessments for the year. The official garden Year was almost over now, which meant the only activity in the garden would be the few SeeDs left now, and the dating agency. She slowly turned around in her chair, sighing heavily. The date was tonight. She still hadn't cancelled, she wasn't even sure if she would. She was desperate. But was she that desperate? Raijin. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad, maybe he'd changed. She hadn't seen him for a long time.It was possible, she thought. Anyway, he wasn't that bad anyway, she was just shocked.
But, deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. She knew, she knew that she hated Raijin and everything about him. She didn't want to date him. She laughed quietly to herself. Who would, really? She was most bothered about (if she did go on the date) whether she'd be able to stand five minutes on his "ya's" without punching him. She shook her head, stop thinking about it, she thought. She hated the stress of dating. This is why she had kept away from it for all these years. The does he like me, do I look okay? The why hasn't he called me? Do I laugh at his jokes? Why has he dumped me? I am being the person he wants me to be?
She sat in her chair considering this, when she felt a small tap on her shoulder.
"Err, Professor Trepee?" whispered a small voice in her ear.
She turned and looked at Carlos. He was a short, scruffy student of hers. She smiled at him. He was so eager, so sweet.
"What is it, Carlos?" She inquired.
He gingerly pointed to the class. The self-assessments were finished, all lying on a neat pile on her desk. The class were running amuck, screaming, trading cards, some were even battling. She was shocked. How long had they been finished? They were normally quite well behaved. She couldn't believe thoughts of Raijin were interrupting her work.
"Alright, alright!" She yelled, "Break it up!"
The class slid back into their seats, still mumbling to each other. Once they were silenced she began talking again.
"Well, since you've finished, you can have an early break," She told them.
They cheered, and ran out of the classroom. Several chairs were knocked over, but the din was so loud she couldn't be bother to call them back. It was too much hassle, especially how she was feeling now. She slowly rose from her chair and put the papers into a drawer. Then she began to pick up the chairs, still evaluating her situation with Raijin. Just as she had really began to think again, Irvine appeared in the room. His gun was slung over his shoulder as usual, and his hat obscuring his face. He was staring at the floor. He almost looked nervous, she thought. But she immediately dismissed this, Irvine was NEVER nervous! She stopped in her tracks and sat on the edge of one of the desk, surveying him as he shuffled toward her.
"Err sorry about the whole laughing thing," He began timidly, "I just didn't really know how to react you know?"
He took of his hat and began fiddling with the rim. Quitsis also noticed his face was a deep shade of crimson.
"It's ok," She said, "I was just in shock, and you didn't exactly help."
Irvine nodded sympathetically, still staring at the floor.
"I've never seen you like before; I always thought you were the sensible one, chilled and calm." He said,
"So I'm not allowed to be angry??" She snapped defensively.
"No, no, NO," He quickly cut in, "I just was surprised, I didn't know you had it in you,"
"Well, I do" She replied "and you know to be careful what you day next time."
"I know," He said, "And I'm sorry again. Am I forgiven?"
She nodded happily, and plucked his chin up.
"From my experience" She began, "FH floor tiles are not very exiting!"
He laughed. The atmosphere had cleared, and he was relieved. Nobody in their gang had seen her since the incident. Selphie hadn't stopped crying, and he had been riddled with guilt.
"So," She said, changing the subject hastily, "I guess I have a date to prepare for!"
Chapter 4 - Dilemma
Quitsis sat on the large swivel chair at the front of the classroom, waiting for the class to finish writing their self-assessments for the year. The official garden Year was almost over now, which meant the only activity in the garden would be the few SeeDs left now, and the dating agency. She slowly turned around in her chair, sighing heavily. The date was tonight. She still hadn't cancelled, she wasn't even sure if she would. She was desperate. But was she that desperate? Raijin. Maybe he wouldn't be so bad, maybe he'd changed. She hadn't seen him for a long time.It was possible, she thought. Anyway, he wasn't that bad anyway, she was just shocked.
But, deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. She knew, she knew that she hated Raijin and everything about him. She didn't want to date him. She laughed quietly to herself. Who would, really? She was most bothered about (if she did go on the date) whether she'd be able to stand five minutes on his "ya's" without punching him. She shook her head, stop thinking about it, she thought. She hated the stress of dating. This is why she had kept away from it for all these years. The does he like me, do I look okay? The why hasn't he called me? Do I laugh at his jokes? Why has he dumped me? I am being the person he wants me to be?
She sat in her chair considering this, when she felt a small tap on her shoulder.
"Err, Professor Trepee?" whispered a small voice in her ear.
She turned and looked at Carlos. He was a short, scruffy student of hers. She smiled at him. He was so eager, so sweet.
"What is it, Carlos?" She inquired.
He gingerly pointed to the class. The self-assessments were finished, all lying on a neat pile on her desk. The class were running amuck, screaming, trading cards, some were even battling. She was shocked. How long had they been finished? They were normally quite well behaved. She couldn't believe thoughts of Raijin were interrupting her work.
"Alright, alright!" She yelled, "Break it up!"
The class slid back into their seats, still mumbling to each other. Once they were silenced she began talking again.
"Well, since you've finished, you can have an early break," She told them.
They cheered, and ran out of the classroom. Several chairs were knocked over, but the din was so loud she couldn't be bother to call them back. It was too much hassle, especially how she was feeling now. She slowly rose from her chair and put the papers into a drawer. Then she began to pick up the chairs, still evaluating her situation with Raijin. Just as she had really began to think again, Irvine appeared in the room. His gun was slung over his shoulder as usual, and his hat obscuring his face. He was staring at the floor. He almost looked nervous, she thought. But she immediately dismissed this, Irvine was NEVER nervous! She stopped in her tracks and sat on the edge of one of the desk, surveying him as he shuffled toward her.
"Err sorry about the whole laughing thing," He began timidly, "I just didn't really know how to react you know?"
He took of his hat and began fiddling with the rim. Quitsis also noticed his face was a deep shade of crimson.
"It's ok," She said, "I was just in shock, and you didn't exactly help."
Irvine nodded sympathetically, still staring at the floor.
"I've never seen you like before; I always thought you were the sensible one, chilled and calm." He said,
"So I'm not allowed to be angry??" She snapped defensively.
"No, no, NO," He quickly cut in, "I just was surprised, I didn't know you had it in you,"
"Well, I do" She replied "and you know to be careful what you day next time."
"I know," He said, "And I'm sorry again. Am I forgiven?"
She nodded happily, and plucked his chin up.
"From my experience" She began, "FH floor tiles are not very exiting!"
He laughed. The atmosphere had cleared, and he was relieved. Nobody in their gang had seen her since the incident. Selphie hadn't stopped crying, and he had been riddled with guilt.
"So," She said, changing the subject hastily, "I guess I have a date to prepare for!"