Later that night Quistis sat at a small table in the cafeteria, alone,
picking at her pasta with a plastic spork.
Seifer carried Zoey all the way back to where Mr. Keaton was, Quistis behind, and the four of them had to wait out the remaining hour and a half or so for the other students to arrive. Needless to say, they failed the assignment miserably, but, as Mr. Keaton said "Such is the risk we take when we battle wild monsters."
She stabbed at her pasta even harder. Mr. Keaton was such an ass, not even the slightest bit sympathetic for Zoey. All he could do is "tsk tsk tsk" to himself and mutter about how much of a grade drop this was.
She got up and dumped the remains of her dinner in the nearest trash, and left the cafeteria. She wasn't very hungry in the first place.
She walked down the nearly empty corridors, the heels of her boots clicking on the tile floor, causing a small echo. She opened her purse and took out her watch. It was nearly nine, yet it seemed to be at least twelve. She was so tired, nothing sounded better than her dorm bed, even as stiff as they were.
She stepped into the elevator and pressed the number two, the level the dorms were on.
She wondered if she should go check on Zoey. She hadn't seen her since she'd been carried off to the dorm on a stretcher.
The elevator dinged and she stepped out. She could find out which dorm Zoey was in with a simple call... She removed her cellphone from her purse and dialed.
"Hello, Galbadia Garden Main Office. May I help you?" Ms. Spring answered.
"Yes, I'd like to know what Cadet Zoey Hindriks' dormitory number is?" Quistis asked.
"Hmm...just a second..." Quistis could hear the clicking of keys. "She's in room number 406." Ms. Springs answered.
"Thank you." Quistis said.
"You're welcome. Have a nice evening." Ms. Springs answered. Quistis heard the phone click, she hung up. She pressed the red button on her cell and put it back into her purse.
She turned left and began walking down the corridor. "388...400...402...404...406!" she murmured to herself. She knocked on the door. "Zoey? Are you in?"
"Who is it?" a girl called from the other side of the wooden door.
"It's Maylee, can I come in?" Quistis replied.
"Oh, sure! The door's open!"
Quistis turned the knob and stepped in to see Zoey laying on her bed, her ankle and foot braced with a proper bandage, resting on two pillows stacked together.
Zoey smiled. "Come and take a seat!" she patted on the side of her bed.
Quistis smiled back. "I don't see how you can still be so cheerful after such a rough day."
Zoey waved her hand dismissively. "Ahh...it'll heal, no worries." Quistis laughed. "I'm just grateful Seifer was around to tote me all the way back! Oh, and I'm sorry about your shirt..."
It was Quistis' turn to wave her hand. "Don't worry about it-"
"No! Really, I'll pay you back!" Zoey cut in.
Quistis laughed. "Hey, I'm more worried about your ankle then my shirt! And besides, it doesn't fit me that well anyway..."
"Well, judging from the amount of times Seifer looked at it, to him it probably looked like it fit just fine..." Zoey said, flashing a mischeivious smile.
Quistis stopped laughing. "What?"
"You couldn't tell?!" Zoey asked, obviously suprised. "He was looking at you all afternoon! You guys would look so cute together! You should ask him to the dance tomorrow! Or even better, maybe he'll ask -you-..."
Quistis barely listened as Zoey rambled on. Seifer was looking at -her-?! Either he was into her, as Zoey seemed to think, or he was -onto- her. She couldn't decide what the lesser of the two evils ultimately was. If he was into her, he would eventually be onto her. Seifer might be an arrogant, egotistical, belligerent asshole...but he was no idiot.
Quistis gave a brief smile and nodded. "I don't think I'll go to the dance Zoey. I think I should go now, I don't know about you, but I'm wore out."
Zoey sighed. "You're missing out on a chance with such a dreamy guy though! You don't have to go -with- him...I mean, maybe if you just went-"
Quistis sighed. "Zoey, you have good intentions, but I wouldn't want to touch that man with a ten-foot pole."
Zoey's look of excitement quickly faded to disappointment. "Alright...well, goodnight then Maylee! Thanks for coming to see me!"
Quistis smiled. "Goodnight Zoey, and you're welcome."
She shut the door and headed back down the corridor, to her own dormitory.
She was already taking a liking to Zoey...she had to admit, the girl reminded her of one of her own best friends, Selphie. But if this girl put a kink in the plan by encouraging contact between her and Seifer...she didn't know what she would do.
Tell her? Too risky. Kidnap her to keep her quiet until the mission was complete? Way too risky. Avoid her? If that's what her mission required of her...she might have too. She just didn't know if she had the heart to do that to a little cadet like Zoey.
Seifer carried Zoey all the way back to where Mr. Keaton was, Quistis behind, and the four of them had to wait out the remaining hour and a half or so for the other students to arrive. Needless to say, they failed the assignment miserably, but, as Mr. Keaton said "Such is the risk we take when we battle wild monsters."
She stabbed at her pasta even harder. Mr. Keaton was such an ass, not even the slightest bit sympathetic for Zoey. All he could do is "tsk tsk tsk" to himself and mutter about how much of a grade drop this was.
She got up and dumped the remains of her dinner in the nearest trash, and left the cafeteria. She wasn't very hungry in the first place.
She walked down the nearly empty corridors, the heels of her boots clicking on the tile floor, causing a small echo. She opened her purse and took out her watch. It was nearly nine, yet it seemed to be at least twelve. She was so tired, nothing sounded better than her dorm bed, even as stiff as they were.
She stepped into the elevator and pressed the number two, the level the dorms were on.
She wondered if she should go check on Zoey. She hadn't seen her since she'd been carried off to the dorm on a stretcher.
The elevator dinged and she stepped out. She could find out which dorm Zoey was in with a simple call... She removed her cellphone from her purse and dialed.
"Hello, Galbadia Garden Main Office. May I help you?" Ms. Spring answered.
"Yes, I'd like to know what Cadet Zoey Hindriks' dormitory number is?" Quistis asked.
"Hmm...just a second..." Quistis could hear the clicking of keys. "She's in room number 406." Ms. Springs answered.
"Thank you." Quistis said.
"You're welcome. Have a nice evening." Ms. Springs answered. Quistis heard the phone click, she hung up. She pressed the red button on her cell and put it back into her purse.
She turned left and began walking down the corridor. "388...400...402...404...406!" she murmured to herself. She knocked on the door. "Zoey? Are you in?"
"Who is it?" a girl called from the other side of the wooden door.
"It's Maylee, can I come in?" Quistis replied.
"Oh, sure! The door's open!"
Quistis turned the knob and stepped in to see Zoey laying on her bed, her ankle and foot braced with a proper bandage, resting on two pillows stacked together.
Zoey smiled. "Come and take a seat!" she patted on the side of her bed.
Quistis smiled back. "I don't see how you can still be so cheerful after such a rough day."
Zoey waved her hand dismissively. "Ahh...it'll heal, no worries." Quistis laughed. "I'm just grateful Seifer was around to tote me all the way back! Oh, and I'm sorry about your shirt..."
It was Quistis' turn to wave her hand. "Don't worry about it-"
"No! Really, I'll pay you back!" Zoey cut in.
Quistis laughed. "Hey, I'm more worried about your ankle then my shirt! And besides, it doesn't fit me that well anyway..."
"Well, judging from the amount of times Seifer looked at it, to him it probably looked like it fit just fine..." Zoey said, flashing a mischeivious smile.
Quistis stopped laughing. "What?"
"You couldn't tell?!" Zoey asked, obviously suprised. "He was looking at you all afternoon! You guys would look so cute together! You should ask him to the dance tomorrow! Or even better, maybe he'll ask -you-..."
Quistis barely listened as Zoey rambled on. Seifer was looking at -her-?! Either he was into her, as Zoey seemed to think, or he was -onto- her. She couldn't decide what the lesser of the two evils ultimately was. If he was into her, he would eventually be onto her. Seifer might be an arrogant, egotistical, belligerent asshole...but he was no idiot.
Quistis gave a brief smile and nodded. "I don't think I'll go to the dance Zoey. I think I should go now, I don't know about you, but I'm wore out."
Zoey sighed. "You're missing out on a chance with such a dreamy guy though! You don't have to go -with- him...I mean, maybe if you just went-"
Quistis sighed. "Zoey, you have good intentions, but I wouldn't want to touch that man with a ten-foot pole."
Zoey's look of excitement quickly faded to disappointment. "Alright...well, goodnight then Maylee! Thanks for coming to see me!"
Quistis smiled. "Goodnight Zoey, and you're welcome."
She shut the door and headed back down the corridor, to her own dormitory.
She was already taking a liking to Zoey...she had to admit, the girl reminded her of one of her own best friends, Selphie. But if this girl put a kink in the plan by encouraging contact between her and Seifer...she didn't know what she would do.
Tell her? Too risky. Kidnap her to keep her quiet until the mission was complete? Way too risky. Avoid her? If that's what her mission required of her...she might have too. She just didn't know if she had the heart to do that to a little cadet like Zoey.