A Bleeding Rose
Chapter Three
It had been four days. Four days of teasing from a certain blond scarred student who just would not leave her alone. 'Quisty dear' had become his favorite phrase when offering to pass things out to the class... Perhaps it was that he was so eager to... Help in a sarcastic sort of way. Seifer had actually called her dorm earlier today... A Saturday. To help him study this evening... And because Headmaster Cid had so kindly informed her that her liscense depended on this.
Quistis reluctantly dialed the return number, glaring at the wall. She didn't want to be doing this. Not on a Saturday, or any other time for that matter.
"'Ello?" Seifer's voice answered rather drowsily.
"Seifer. Where would you like to study tonight?" She said through gritted bitter teeth.
"Oh... Yeah, I forgot about that.. How 'bout at a club... In Dollet? I have some business there anyways..." And before the blonde instructor could reply, he disconnected the phone and returned to his nap.
Quistis threw up her hands in frustration. "I've never hated being an instructor so much until he came along!" She exclaimed, flopping down on her bed and sighing. A club. How typical. She went through her papers, pulling out a paper, Seifer had missed when he had supposedly been "sick in bed". Yeah right. She felt herself drift off, into a content cat like nap, only to find herself over sleeping. She had barely thirty minutes to get changed and get over to Dollet... Quistis quickly switched out of her instructor's uniform and into her usual orange outfit. With that she ran down the hallway, pulling on a jacket as she did so.
It didn't take long for her to arrive, her anger having not settled but increased... She walked into the club, her briefcase in hand, and a scowl on her porcelin face. "Stupid... Stupid, Seifer..." She mumbled, as her cerulean eyes scanned through the crowd trying to find her blonde student... It wasn't difficult in the least. He was surrounded by two girls both of whom looked to be only sixteen and flirting like crazy with Seifer, who was... Enjoying himself.
Quistis scowled, and strode over, her boots clicking against the tile floor, "Seifer Almasy, we have a lesson to go over," She said, glaring at the girls, before turning that annoyed look on Seifer himself.
"Oh yeah... See you later, Lee 'n Ren," He said, sighing and following Quistis back to a less noisy corner of the club.
"You do know this isn't the best place to choose," She informed him coldly.
"Quisty! Don't be so uptight! I think it's you who needs a lesson..." He said, smirking playfully.
Although she wasn't about to admit to it, her face turned crimson, as she fiddled with her papers. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who isn't passing your SeeD exams," She retorted, pulling out a note sheet and putting it in front of Seifer. "You need to pass this time. My success as an instructor is riding on this you know."
Seifer sighed, "Quists, we can study later, okay? You need some fun in your life!" And with those words, Seifer, had grabbed her hands, and pulled her right out of her seat. "Seifer Almasy!" She yelled, but the music had already taken over the boy's ears...
Chapter Three
It had been four days. Four days of teasing from a certain blond scarred student who just would not leave her alone. 'Quisty dear' had become his favorite phrase when offering to pass things out to the class... Perhaps it was that he was so eager to... Help in a sarcastic sort of way. Seifer had actually called her dorm earlier today... A Saturday. To help him study this evening... And because Headmaster Cid had so kindly informed her that her liscense depended on this.
Quistis reluctantly dialed the return number, glaring at the wall. She didn't want to be doing this. Not on a Saturday, or any other time for that matter.
"'Ello?" Seifer's voice answered rather drowsily.
"Seifer. Where would you like to study tonight?" She said through gritted bitter teeth.
"Oh... Yeah, I forgot about that.. How 'bout at a club... In Dollet? I have some business there anyways..." And before the blonde instructor could reply, he disconnected the phone and returned to his nap.
Quistis threw up her hands in frustration. "I've never hated being an instructor so much until he came along!" She exclaimed, flopping down on her bed and sighing. A club. How typical. She went through her papers, pulling out a paper, Seifer had missed when he had supposedly been "sick in bed". Yeah right. She felt herself drift off, into a content cat like nap, only to find herself over sleeping. She had barely thirty minutes to get changed and get over to Dollet... Quistis quickly switched out of her instructor's uniform and into her usual orange outfit. With that she ran down the hallway, pulling on a jacket as she did so.
It didn't take long for her to arrive, her anger having not settled but increased... She walked into the club, her briefcase in hand, and a scowl on her porcelin face. "Stupid... Stupid, Seifer..." She mumbled, as her cerulean eyes scanned through the crowd trying to find her blonde student... It wasn't difficult in the least. He was surrounded by two girls both of whom looked to be only sixteen and flirting like crazy with Seifer, who was... Enjoying himself.
Quistis scowled, and strode over, her boots clicking against the tile floor, "Seifer Almasy, we have a lesson to go over," She said, glaring at the girls, before turning that annoyed look on Seifer himself.
"Oh yeah... See you later, Lee 'n Ren," He said, sighing and following Quistis back to a less noisy corner of the club.
"You do know this isn't the best place to choose," She informed him coldly.
"Quisty! Don't be so uptight! I think it's you who needs a lesson..." He said, smirking playfully.
Although she wasn't about to admit to it, her face turned crimson, as she fiddled with her papers. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who isn't passing your SeeD exams," She retorted, pulling out a note sheet and putting it in front of Seifer. "You need to pass this time. My success as an instructor is riding on this you know."
Seifer sighed, "Quists, we can study later, okay? You need some fun in your life!" And with those words, Seifer, had grabbed her hands, and pulled her right out of her seat. "Seifer Almasy!" She yelled, but the music had already taken over the boy's ears...