Hey, everyone! Sorry I'm late in writing another chapter- I had no access
to my computer during the holidays, and the Net stopped working at school,
so forgive me. Okay, this chapter is gonna be confusing, but I've got this
whole thing planned out and it is rellevan so DON'T worry!
Chapter Three
Quistis put away the last pasta-bowl into the cupboard, and ran a cloth over the bench. Music drifted up from outside her window, coming from the Quad were one of her students was practising the harp. She stopped and listened to it for a second, letting it lull her into a more peaceful place...till she remembered the forms Cid had given her to go over. With a sigh she pushed back her gold hair and plopped down at her desk, where she'd dumped a stack of papers.
SeeD written axam...worksheets...ahh! Here it is! Applications for First Unit SeeD!
Quistis pulled the green manilla folder towards her and swept everything else back. After about six classes toaday (four of them being Xu's) Quistis was glad to ge down to the lasty task left- eliminating applications for 1st Unit SeeD, Balamb's Finest codenamed: Pumaz. There was only room for five Pumaz, and it was down to twenty. She looked at the first from.
Aamyrs, Johnathon.
She could easily see why Cid hadn't eliminated his application.She remembered teaching him last year. Since the Pumaz were only a newly established force, it was obvious why he wanted to join it. He was born to fight. She smiled as she went over everything. Age: 18 years. That was another thing. You had to be eighteen or over to join, no exceptions. She stamped him in red ink: Admitted, right underneath Cid's. Now all he had to do was go through Squall, and he was in.
Shw turned to the next form, and nearly fell out of her chair at the name that glared up at her in heavy, bold lettering:
Almasy, Seifer.
She checked it again, but there it was. Quistis still wondered why he had been re-admitted back into Garden. Now he was selected to become a Puma? It just didn't make sense! Why did he bother? Squall hated him so much- as if he would let him in! Sorceress Knight...Without even thinking she stamped it: Admitted. She sat back in her cane chair, and took a few breaths. What had she done? Almasy...a Puma? Hmm...maybe...
The click of Quistis' black boots echoed down the empty halls of Balamb Garden, and further away from her classroom.
More like further away from Hell...Quistis thought absent-mindedly to herself as she tucked a stack of papers under her arm. Her clip was loosening, letting a few strands of her escape it and frame her face. She blew them away. Well, at least now I have the rest of the day off...she shutt her eyes for a brief second as she went over what she had to do that day. Take Xu's classes-check. Collect applications from Cid- check. Go over applications-check...Seifer..
There she went again. Why did she do it? He could be responsible for the downfall of the whole entire world! And yet...somehow Quistis doubted that. Very much so. Even if he'd betrayed Balamb Garden and joined Ultimecia, there was always the Seifer she'd known. e would try as hard as he could to regain his reputation at Garden, as hard as that would be...Suddenly, Quistis' papers flew out from under her arm, and she was widely aware of a broad chest almost in-her-face. A very nice broad chest...she looked up and found the object of her thoughts looming above her, intense green eyes staring her down.
'Watch it, Instructor!' Seifer growled as he pushed her roughly out of his way. Quistis glared at him.
'Easy!' she glowered before dropping to the ground to pick up the scattered papers.
'Ooh...I'm sorry- did I just cause you to break a nail?' Seifer snickered.
'You're still angry at me for what hapeed at the cafeteria, aren't you? she said, her voice fused with anger. Dammit, she'd just spent ages arranging them in order!
'Well, isn't someone bright, Miss Ice Queen? Perhaps if you weren't such an up-tight bitch, you wouldn't care!' Seier sneered, watching her with satisfaction as she scramble to pick up her folders. It seemed nowadays that paperwork was permanently glued to Quistis.
'For crying out loud, Seifer! Why are you always picking on lower people than yourself? What, are you afraid or something? What are you trying to acheive?' she glared up at him with her icy eyes, suddenly not caring wether the documents were in order or not, and jus shoving them into any folder.
Because I don't want Zell to win...Seifer thought to himself. 'I am afraid of no one! Why don't you just stay out of it! It's none of your business anyway!' He turned to walk away, when he noticed a familiar piece of paper over by the pot-plant. One with his name on it, and a red stamp. He turned around, back to Quistis, who was starting to get to her feet. Almost feeling his eyes on her, she turned around, face haughty and twisted with dis-like.
'What now?' She practically thew the words at him. Well, that's what it felt like to him. Little Quisty. Always trying to stay on top of things, even when the world comes crashing down around her. Thing is, she never succeeded. He still hadn't said anything. Suddenly her anger turned to curiosity as she noticed the form near his feet. Her face reddened. Shit! She grabbed the incriminating thing and shoved it into her folder.
'You know, if you plan on becoming Puma, I suggest you start respecting your work-mates, obey orders, and stop being just a downright dickhead. That's why you never became a SeeD, in case you were wondering!'
'Whoa! Did Widdle Quisty Trepe just swear?' Seifer taunted. Quistis rolled her eyes.
'Fuck off, Seifer!'
'Oooh...I tink she moight have!'
'You are so immature!' she retorted as she turned on her heel and stalked away.
'Widdle Quisty Trepe is growing up! Yes she is!' Seifer's voice seemingly chased her out of Garden. Oh, He was such a prick! She yanked opened the door to her car and dumped everything in the backseat.
Screw him. I'm going shopping! she thought furiously and slid into the front-seat of her Instructor's car.
Seifer's taunts still rang in her mind as Quistis drove to down-town Balamb, still seething inside.
'Bloody moron', she thought to herself as she got out of her car, slamming the door shut, then locking it. Wandering through the open-air markets, Quistis couldn't help but stop by at some stalls and make a few purchases. Finally reaching the supermarket, she found herself unable to shake off Seifer's wrods not an hour before; was she really so uptight? Quistis sighed and pulled some crackers off a shelf, then a few tubs of dip out of the refridgerator.
'I just don't see why he has to be such an ass-hole 24:7,' she assured herself. He did it to everyone; as if it was true! 'I mean, this is Seifer Almasy! No one cares what he thinks anyway- he was a sorceress knight for crying out loud! She dumped some more groceries into her cart, then noticed the liquer corner not far off. 'Why not?' she asked herself as she picked out a few bottles of champagne. 'It's been a while since I had something fancy...Quistis winced as she remembered the first time she'd tried an alcoholic drink.
It was at her neighbour, Rheuben's house. Fifteen years of age, and she still hadn't tried any of it. It was towards the end of the holidays during SeeD exchange, when boredome blues started to kick in with friends away. Rheuben, her seventeen-year-old crush, was sitting around drinking in his backyard with a few friends- one or two SeeD graduates unlike him who had never gone to Garden. Their laughter could be heard a while off, and Quistis recognised two voices as Marcus' and Zac's, but didn't know the others. Rheuben saw her in the backyard, and called out to her to join them. Quistis hesitated, but gave in after a while. She grinned and walked throught the adjacent garden gate into his backyard. Toby, Rheuben's golden retriever bounded out to greet her, wanting a pet, she took a seat on the bench, and turned to face Rheuben. After a while, friendly conversation with Rheuben and his friends soon turned personal, with them asking her questions concerning her bra size and what brand of tampons she used. These questions she, naturally, refused to answer in disgust, barely believing Rheuben had such friends. They sneered at her when she refused to tell them her favourite position.
'Nah- she wouldn't know. She's a virgin.' came Rheuben's clear comment and he looked at her with laughing eyes. He was making fun of her, and it hurt. She shook it all off, and turned to face him
'What, just 'cos I'm not some desperate loser who jumps at even the slightest chance to get laid? Is that it? she shot back.
'Hey, I'm just saying you should let your hair down a little! I mean, you haven't even tasted alcohol at all! Too good, Miss Goody Two Shoes?' he was mocking her. Quistis knew better than to do what she did, but she couldn't sand this. Without even hesitating, she leaned over, grabbed his drink, and skulled the lot, letting her mind and tastebuds go blank and not taste the bitterness, or the way it burned her throat. She took no notice of the sounds of aproval that were being made by Rheuben's friends. She set the now-empty glass down in front of a very shocked Rheuben.
'Whoa, Quistis! I thought you said you never drank!' was the only thing that managed to come out of his surprised mouth. Quistis tried to ignore the pain that consumed her throat.
'I don't,' she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Rheuben and his friends laughed and handed her another glass.
'Ooh...c'mon, Quisty. See, you can handle it.' he placed the glass down in front of her, and she eyed it carefully.
alf an hour saw her drunk as anything and answering the sleaziest of their questions as, one by one, they left till it was only her and Rheuben. Even Toby managed to wander off somewhere else. Rheuben's speech became slurred, and his eyes weren't focussing- neither was his brain.
'C'mere, Quisty,' he said, guesturing towards his lap. Quistis laughed drunkenly and went to sit down, but missed and landed on the ground, pulling Rheuben down with her. It suddenly became very quiet and it was only now that Quistis noticed the darkness. Rheuben's breath felt hot on her cheek, and she was suddenly aware of every part of her body that was making contact with him. He grunted slightly, and shifted into a more comfortable position, but didn't get off; he just lay there, touching her. Touching her face, thighs, nek, shoulders, lips and exposed stomach, now revealed when her shirt had ridden up. Then his hand slid up and under, teasing the front of her bra. He leaned forward and kissed her. She responded by kissing him back, and that encouraged him to slide his hand around to her back and start un-doing her bra; tht's when Quistis realised how wrong this was.
'No,' she whispered, more to herself than to him, but he didn't hear her. Her bra came loose and he pulled her top off her body, exposing her torso. Quistis covered herself with the top. 'No,' she said again and sat up. Rheuben was astounded- even though it was dark, she could still make out the bewildered look that covered his face. 'What?'
'Rheuben, I can't do this.' she pulled her top on, leaving her bra on teh ground, ignoring Rheuben's persuasion to get her to come inside if it made her feel comfortable. His parents were gone for a few days, he said, but Quistis already knew that; she'd seen them leave. When she started to get up, he got angry.
'Bitch!' he swore, 'You're no good for anyone, you dog. All you ever do is lead guys on, then decide they're not good enough for you. I hope someday you get what you deserve, and you do this to a guy, and he rapes you.' He turned his back on her. She reached out and placed a small hand on his shoulder.
'Rheuben, I'm sorry-'
'I don't care! I never wanted you anyway!' and with that he ordered her out. Tears streamed down Quistis' face as she went through the gate and into her house. None of the lights were on- her parents must have been out. She went into the living room and picked up the phone, then dialled Rheuben's number. No answer. She left for Garden a few days later, and never spoke to him again.
Truth was, she'd almost forgotten about him 'till now in the supermarket. Quistis sighed and grabbed few things for her party. She bought them, then wandered around the mall, buying some candles, cutlery- things like that. After piling the lot into her car, Quistis drove to Balamb Garden.
Aaaaww.poor Quisty! Trust me. It is going somewhere! I want to thank everyone who reviewed me for your support, and if you like this, then pleaz pretty pleaz read my Phantom of the Opera short story. It's only 1100 words.I hope you all like it! Next chappy will be up soon.
Chapter Three
Quistis put away the last pasta-bowl into the cupboard, and ran a cloth over the bench. Music drifted up from outside her window, coming from the Quad were one of her students was practising the harp. She stopped and listened to it for a second, letting it lull her into a more peaceful place...till she remembered the forms Cid had given her to go over. With a sigh she pushed back her gold hair and plopped down at her desk, where she'd dumped a stack of papers.
SeeD written axam...worksheets...ahh! Here it is! Applications for First Unit SeeD!
Quistis pulled the green manilla folder towards her and swept everything else back. After about six classes toaday (four of them being Xu's) Quistis was glad to ge down to the lasty task left- eliminating applications for 1st Unit SeeD, Balamb's Finest codenamed: Pumaz. There was only room for five Pumaz, and it was down to twenty. She looked at the first from.
Aamyrs, Johnathon.
She could easily see why Cid hadn't eliminated his application.She remembered teaching him last year. Since the Pumaz were only a newly established force, it was obvious why he wanted to join it. He was born to fight. She smiled as she went over everything. Age: 18 years. That was another thing. You had to be eighteen or over to join, no exceptions. She stamped him in red ink: Admitted, right underneath Cid's. Now all he had to do was go through Squall, and he was in.
Shw turned to the next form, and nearly fell out of her chair at the name that glared up at her in heavy, bold lettering:
Almasy, Seifer.
She checked it again, but there it was. Quistis still wondered why he had been re-admitted back into Garden. Now he was selected to become a Puma? It just didn't make sense! Why did he bother? Squall hated him so much- as if he would let him in! Sorceress Knight...Without even thinking she stamped it: Admitted. She sat back in her cane chair, and took a few breaths. What had she done? Almasy...a Puma? Hmm...maybe...
The click of Quistis' black boots echoed down the empty halls of Balamb Garden, and further away from her classroom.
More like further away from Hell...Quistis thought absent-mindedly to herself as she tucked a stack of papers under her arm. Her clip was loosening, letting a few strands of her escape it and frame her face. She blew them away. Well, at least now I have the rest of the day off...she shutt her eyes for a brief second as she went over what she had to do that day. Take Xu's classes-check. Collect applications from Cid- check. Go over applications-check...Seifer..
There she went again. Why did she do it? He could be responsible for the downfall of the whole entire world! And yet...somehow Quistis doubted that. Very much so. Even if he'd betrayed Balamb Garden and joined Ultimecia, there was always the Seifer she'd known. e would try as hard as he could to regain his reputation at Garden, as hard as that would be...Suddenly, Quistis' papers flew out from under her arm, and she was widely aware of a broad chest almost in-her-face. A very nice broad chest...she looked up and found the object of her thoughts looming above her, intense green eyes staring her down.
'Watch it, Instructor!' Seifer growled as he pushed her roughly out of his way. Quistis glared at him.
'Easy!' she glowered before dropping to the ground to pick up the scattered papers.
'Ooh...I'm sorry- did I just cause you to break a nail?' Seifer snickered.
'You're still angry at me for what hapeed at the cafeteria, aren't you? she said, her voice fused with anger. Dammit, she'd just spent ages arranging them in order!
'Well, isn't someone bright, Miss Ice Queen? Perhaps if you weren't such an up-tight bitch, you wouldn't care!' Seier sneered, watching her with satisfaction as she scramble to pick up her folders. It seemed nowadays that paperwork was permanently glued to Quistis.
'For crying out loud, Seifer! Why are you always picking on lower people than yourself? What, are you afraid or something? What are you trying to acheive?' she glared up at him with her icy eyes, suddenly not caring wether the documents were in order or not, and jus shoving them into any folder.
Because I don't want Zell to win...Seifer thought to himself. 'I am afraid of no one! Why don't you just stay out of it! It's none of your business anyway!' He turned to walk away, when he noticed a familiar piece of paper over by the pot-plant. One with his name on it, and a red stamp. He turned around, back to Quistis, who was starting to get to her feet. Almost feeling his eyes on her, she turned around, face haughty and twisted with dis-like.
'What now?' She practically thew the words at him. Well, that's what it felt like to him. Little Quisty. Always trying to stay on top of things, even when the world comes crashing down around her. Thing is, she never succeeded. He still hadn't said anything. Suddenly her anger turned to curiosity as she noticed the form near his feet. Her face reddened. Shit! She grabbed the incriminating thing and shoved it into her folder.
'You know, if you plan on becoming Puma, I suggest you start respecting your work-mates, obey orders, and stop being just a downright dickhead. That's why you never became a SeeD, in case you were wondering!'
'Whoa! Did Widdle Quisty Trepe just swear?' Seifer taunted. Quistis rolled her eyes.
'Fuck off, Seifer!'
'Oooh...I tink she moight have!'
'You are so immature!' she retorted as she turned on her heel and stalked away.
'Widdle Quisty Trepe is growing up! Yes she is!' Seifer's voice seemingly chased her out of Garden. Oh, He was such a prick! She yanked opened the door to her car and dumped everything in the backseat.
Screw him. I'm going shopping! she thought furiously and slid into the front-seat of her Instructor's car.
Seifer's taunts still rang in her mind as Quistis drove to down-town Balamb, still seething inside.
'Bloody moron', she thought to herself as she got out of her car, slamming the door shut, then locking it. Wandering through the open-air markets, Quistis couldn't help but stop by at some stalls and make a few purchases. Finally reaching the supermarket, she found herself unable to shake off Seifer's wrods not an hour before; was she really so uptight? Quistis sighed and pulled some crackers off a shelf, then a few tubs of dip out of the refridgerator.
'I just don't see why he has to be such an ass-hole 24:7,' she assured herself. He did it to everyone; as if it was true! 'I mean, this is Seifer Almasy! No one cares what he thinks anyway- he was a sorceress knight for crying out loud! She dumped some more groceries into her cart, then noticed the liquer corner not far off. 'Why not?' she asked herself as she picked out a few bottles of champagne. 'It's been a while since I had something fancy...Quistis winced as she remembered the first time she'd tried an alcoholic drink.
It was at her neighbour, Rheuben's house. Fifteen years of age, and she still hadn't tried any of it. It was towards the end of the holidays during SeeD exchange, when boredome blues started to kick in with friends away. Rheuben, her seventeen-year-old crush, was sitting around drinking in his backyard with a few friends- one or two SeeD graduates unlike him who had never gone to Garden. Their laughter could be heard a while off, and Quistis recognised two voices as Marcus' and Zac's, but didn't know the others. Rheuben saw her in the backyard, and called out to her to join them. Quistis hesitated, but gave in after a while. She grinned and walked throught the adjacent garden gate into his backyard. Toby, Rheuben's golden retriever bounded out to greet her, wanting a pet, she took a seat on the bench, and turned to face Rheuben. After a while, friendly conversation with Rheuben and his friends soon turned personal, with them asking her questions concerning her bra size and what brand of tampons she used. These questions she, naturally, refused to answer in disgust, barely believing Rheuben had such friends. They sneered at her when she refused to tell them her favourite position.
'Nah- she wouldn't know. She's a virgin.' came Rheuben's clear comment and he looked at her with laughing eyes. He was making fun of her, and it hurt. She shook it all off, and turned to face him
'What, just 'cos I'm not some desperate loser who jumps at even the slightest chance to get laid? Is that it? she shot back.
'Hey, I'm just saying you should let your hair down a little! I mean, you haven't even tasted alcohol at all! Too good, Miss Goody Two Shoes?' he was mocking her. Quistis knew better than to do what she did, but she couldn't sand this. Without even hesitating, she leaned over, grabbed his drink, and skulled the lot, letting her mind and tastebuds go blank and not taste the bitterness, or the way it burned her throat. She took no notice of the sounds of aproval that were being made by Rheuben's friends. She set the now-empty glass down in front of a very shocked Rheuben.
'Whoa, Quistis! I thought you said you never drank!' was the only thing that managed to come out of his surprised mouth. Quistis tried to ignore the pain that consumed her throat.
'I don't,' she replied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Rheuben and his friends laughed and handed her another glass.
'Ooh...c'mon, Quisty. See, you can handle it.' he placed the glass down in front of her, and she eyed it carefully.
alf an hour saw her drunk as anything and answering the sleaziest of their questions as, one by one, they left till it was only her and Rheuben. Even Toby managed to wander off somewhere else. Rheuben's speech became slurred, and his eyes weren't focussing- neither was his brain.
'C'mere, Quisty,' he said, guesturing towards his lap. Quistis laughed drunkenly and went to sit down, but missed and landed on the ground, pulling Rheuben down with her. It suddenly became very quiet and it was only now that Quistis noticed the darkness. Rheuben's breath felt hot on her cheek, and she was suddenly aware of every part of her body that was making contact with him. He grunted slightly, and shifted into a more comfortable position, but didn't get off; he just lay there, touching her. Touching her face, thighs, nek, shoulders, lips and exposed stomach, now revealed when her shirt had ridden up. Then his hand slid up and under, teasing the front of her bra. He leaned forward and kissed her. She responded by kissing him back, and that encouraged him to slide his hand around to her back and start un-doing her bra; tht's when Quistis realised how wrong this was.
'No,' she whispered, more to herself than to him, but he didn't hear her. Her bra came loose and he pulled her top off her body, exposing her torso. Quistis covered herself with the top. 'No,' she said again and sat up. Rheuben was astounded- even though it was dark, she could still make out the bewildered look that covered his face. 'What?'
'Rheuben, I can't do this.' she pulled her top on, leaving her bra on teh ground, ignoring Rheuben's persuasion to get her to come inside if it made her feel comfortable. His parents were gone for a few days, he said, but Quistis already knew that; she'd seen them leave. When she started to get up, he got angry.
'Bitch!' he swore, 'You're no good for anyone, you dog. All you ever do is lead guys on, then decide they're not good enough for you. I hope someday you get what you deserve, and you do this to a guy, and he rapes you.' He turned his back on her. She reached out and placed a small hand on his shoulder.
'Rheuben, I'm sorry-'
'I don't care! I never wanted you anyway!' and with that he ordered her out. Tears streamed down Quistis' face as she went through the gate and into her house. None of the lights were on- her parents must have been out. She went into the living room and picked up the phone, then dialled Rheuben's number. No answer. She left for Garden a few days later, and never spoke to him again.
Truth was, she'd almost forgotten about him 'till now in the supermarket. Quistis sighed and grabbed few things for her party. She bought them, then wandered around the mall, buying some candles, cutlery- things like that. After piling the lot into her car, Quistis drove to Balamb Garden.
Aaaaww.poor Quisty! Trust me. It is going somewhere! I want to thank everyone who reviewed me for your support, and if you like this, then pleaz pretty pleaz read my Phantom of the Opera short story. It's only 1100 words.I hope you all like it! Next chappy will be up soon.