Chapter 2
Squall Leonhart was one of the most talented cadets in the SeeD hopeful ranks in Balamb Garden. Everyone said so, but whether he or Seifer was the best, was highly debatable. Neither had been beaten in battle, and they had not yet faced each other in training. He brought a lot of attention upon himself with his suave, dangerous attitude, his dark brown hair casually flowing, and his incredible wit and talent with a gunblade. Squall was undeniably the most charming and good looking guy in Balamb with his excellent physique. His eyes, the color of a storm, bluish-gray, drew even more women to him. Despite his outgoing nature, many could say they knew who Squall was, but not the man he was. His eyes showed his all of his emotions, but they, like the owner, hid secrets of the past. Painful secrets he wished he could forget. He was one of two trainees to use the gunblade. Seifer was the other. (Seifer…my most respected yet bitterly detested rival) He not only liked being the center of attention he Lived for it. Squall believed that the only thing worth trusting was himself, and reputation built on skill. Nothing else.
He was an outgoing guy, quite popular with the ladies in Balamb and wherever he traveled. But none of them sparked his interest, they were all boring or annoying when they tried to go for him. His longest relationship was with Quistis Trepe, the most attractive and youngest instructor in the garden, consisting of two dates. The relationship ended when Seifer decided to annoy Squall with stealing Quistis from him, not that he was heartbroken…just annoyed. (Seifer always does stupid stunts just to annoy me. He never cared about Quistis.) Seifer strung the talented instructor along while he was flirting shamelessly with other girls on the side…all to annoy Squall.