Summary: AU! Squall, a punk high school student, learns from a mysterious fortune teller that he must date Rinoa, the prettiest girl in school, for over a year if he ever wants to be loved by anyone or even feel love at all.... Squinoa!!

WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!! WARNING!!!
 This story may not suit all who are reading. I'd like to note that it deals with mature themes like rape, drugs, teen pregnancy, suicide, etc etc. Why? Because life doesn't always have a happy ending....

~* At Times, Love Can Be... *~

Chapter !

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He pulled his lips from the girl in vague resistance. He didn't want to stop, sure, but who know where that girl had been before but he figured she'd been around. If she was this easy to get, only god could have kept count of her previous encounters with the male specimen.

"You're good." Said the girl breathlessly as she laid her head against the wall behind her.

"You're not bad." He said, gruffly and brutally honest.

"Psh." The girl sighed, thinking he was just joking around she pulled his collar to her again, awaiting another kiss but his head was held at a distance. "What is it?" She asked, surprised.

"We're done." He said, without much movement on his part.

"We cut the class and we've got..." she looked to her watch. "40 minutes to go! Now c'mon!" She demanded as she yanked him forward far more forcefully than she did previously. The boy restrained himself hesitantly but figured he had nothing better to do, he pushed his lips to hers. They continued their make out session with one sided moans, always from the girl. She found bizarre pleasure in expanding her mouth and slobbering all over his lips, as if she was eating his face. On frequent occasions the boy had to forcefully shove her jaw shut in an attempt to stop the immense downpour of saliva.

When she finally took the hint, the boy decided to take it one step further in their 'relationship'. He slowly slid his left hand down the girls body, slowing at her breasts to gently fondle them, and then moved on... down towards her skirt. The girl giggled with excitement against his mouth. He pushed his hand up and under her skirt.

'Easy... To easy...' He thought with a bit of dissatisfaction.

His thumb grabbed the edge of her panties and began to slowly pull them down, slowly and sensually. This, however, was not how the girl wanted thing to be done. She reached down and pushed his hand forcefully down so that her panties were basically at her knees now. She grabbed his hand and slammed it into her crotch. The boy winced in pain at the current grip and the fact that she basically slammed his hand at 100 mph into her crotch.

"Pleasure me already dammit!" She yelped loudly in shallow gasps as she pulled away from the kissing for a moment.

"Jesus woman! What the hell is-" He couldn't finish as the girl interrupted him hotly.

"Shut the hell up." She commanded. "I've got a condom in my bra right now! I'm already when you are Squally-boy!" She exclaimed flustered. As Squall's own name rang through his mind.... he remembered that he had no clue what her name was. There was a moment of silence as Squall's mind raced, panicked, looking for the name. "Fuck me dip shit!" She screamed in his ear. Seeing no progress what so ever she bent down and began to unbuckle his spiked belt. Squall liked the attention and didn't want to stop but now her name was going to bug him the whole day...

"What's your name again?" He asked, nonchalantly. The woman's eyes bulged and her mouth hung open, dry.

"Excuse me?" She asked as she stood back up lifting her panties while doing so. She was ending this little session and Squall mentally kicked himself.

"Just kidding. JK... J to the K!" Squall joked.

"Creep." The woman shouted as she hit him, hard, in the arm. She wanted him still... if she didn't want him the hit would have gone to the face or balls, but neither were harmed. Never-the-less, she stormed away in utter disgust.

Not caring whether she was out of sight or not, he sat down, pulled out a cigarette and mumbled: "Dumb skank.". He placed the cigarette in his mouth and pulled his lighter out. He lit it quickly and tucked the lighter away. He took a drag and let the nauseating smoke exit through his mouth with a puff. "Better than any sex." Squall laughed as his nerves calmed.

He looked across their school's baseball field and saw the junior high. The 8th graders were having their lunch hour. They were playing basketball, eating their lunch, play dodge ball, et cetera, et cetera. His mind wasn't really on that though... he was wondering how many of them were still virgins. How many of them had gotten drunk. How many of them had smoked cigs. How many of them had ever gotten stoned..... anything and everything. He laughed a bit as his mind thought to his own junior high days when he had done all those things... he was the most popular kid because of it. Returning from school over the long, 3 day weekend, exclaiming how he had knocked up some freshmen high school chick while he was mad drunk. The kids flocked, wanting to hear stories upon stories upon more stories.

Everything illegal was in such easy supply for Squall. His brother, a senior at Balamb High at the time, got stoned, drunk and fucked every night basically. His parents were gone 90% of the day so why not go crazy? Squall got his first condom at 13 and first fucked at 14. Needless to say the condom was so old it split half-way through Squall and the random freshmen's 'virginity losing ceremony'. Originally Squall was terrified at the thought of getting her pregnant... but when he got stoned all his troubles melted away and several other new feelings took its place... maybe not feeling, but abilities. He could touch sound now, hear colors... anything. In the end, the girl moved away to some place that Squall didn't give a shit about, so his problems had moved with her.

Squall ended up sitting and think for the next 30 or so minutes until the bell for next class finally rang. He dropped his cig to the ground and stepped on it, making sure it was out. He pulled out 3 pieces of gum and crammed them into his mouth and with that he headed off to class.

He entered his science room and the whole class stared at him, expectantly. He found no teacher present.

"I'm a late?" He asked after a bit of silence.

"No dude, no!" Some random person exclaimed. Squall nodded and took his seat, in the back. Everyone's eyes still followed him.

"What!?" He exclaimed to them all.

"Nirina looked pissed." The guy in front of him whispered.

"Nirina? Who the hell is Nirina?" Squall asked with an utterly perplexed look. The class laughed and it quickly hit him.

"You mean that skank I was making out with?" Squall asked, a bit surprised it was THE Nirina. The preppiest girl in school. The class roared with laughter again.

"Shut up Squall!" Some voice exclaimed, pissed off. The class fell silent and everyone looked to the origin of the sound. A girl stood up from her desk, her eyes filled with annoyance and hatred. She had short, dark hair that fell to her shoulders.

"Who the hell are you?" Squall asked as he leaned back into his chair, pissed that his moment had been interrupted by some chick he had never even heard of before... or even really acknowledged.

"Her name's Xu." A boy with spiked, blonde hair whispered to him.

"Nirina liked you... ALOT in fact!" She cried, hurt by Squall's insensitivity to the events.

"So?" He questioned, coolly. The class giggled slightly. Xu was taken a back in pure shock that he had no care for Nirina at all, shape or form.

"At least apologize to her!" Xu cried, about to be overwhelmed with tears.

"Nah." Squall laughed, and the class laughed along with him. Xu felt her hot tears wet her cheeks and her fist clenched tightly. She wanted to hurt him so badly but she decided against her actions and threw herself into her seat. She placed her head on her desk and buried it with her arms and began to silently cry.

"I'm surprised you get any form of action from a girl at this school. The way you treat them is ungentle men like." A boy in a cowboy hat said from the seat in front of him.

"There's plenty of prey in this school for me for the next 80 years of my life, Irvine." Squall laughed as he flicked Irvine's hat up, higher on his head.

"Calling them prey isn't doing much better." The spiky haired boy said disapprovingly.

"Oh shut up, Zell." Squall scowled. Irvine was about to open his mouth until Squall gave him a furious glare.

The rest of the class continued with Squall silent, pessimistically reflecting on his actions and his friends choice of words. Once the class ended he left with a huff and went straight to his locker to pull his lunch out and other appropriate books out.

He violently undid the combo on the lock and ripped it off and tossed it in the locker with a loud clang, earning several stares. Squall wasn't actually pissed anymore, that passed ages ago. He was now doing it for the sheer negative atmosphere of him and to scare others.

"I'm telling you, the schools out to get me!" A girl with a light voice exclaimed to a friend next to her. Squall glanced over and found Rinoa Heartilly vainly attempting to reach her locker, high above. Her friend wasn't much taller, shorter actually.

"How many times have they moved you now? 5 times?" Her friend questioned. Her hair was curly and Squall couldn't get passed how short she was. Even with her thick boots, she was still shorter than basically, well, everyone.

"Something like that... Always in the highest points possible." Rinoa exclaimed, annoyed. Squall continued to watch, fascinated by her bizarre attempts to reach her locker. He had never really seen her up close but her name was well known. She was no slut and as far as anyone could tell, she still had her cherry. Which was slightly surprising considering she was the best looking chick on campus. "'Hey! I know!'" Rinoa mocked in the principal's voice. "'Lets put Rinoa Heartilly's locker on a satellite and than hurl it into a black hole!'" Squall chuckled a bit at the comment and returned to his previous task with a smirk on his face.

When he was done, Rinoa and her friend were still attempting to reach her locker. Squall rolled his eyes and walked over to the scene. He wasn't eye level with the locker, but could reach it without trouble.

"Combo?" Squall commanded.

"Excuse me?" Rinoa asked, a bit confused at the sudden hospitality.

"What's your combo? I'll get your damn stuff for you." He exclaimed with an exasperated sigh.

"..." She seemed hesitant, but decided to tell him. "16, 22, 16." She answered. He quickly undid the lock and handed it to her. "My locker is number 49, down there. The combo's 24, 16, 9. Take the locker off and bring it to me." He instructed. She nodded and did as she was told. She brought his lock back to him.

"What are you doing?" She asked, finding it a bit funny.

"Changing lockers." He said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Mine is mid leveled and easy to reach. I don't need it, you do." He said. He pulled her books out and placed his lock on. He handed her her books and walked to his locker, removed his assorted junk/papers/books, shoved them in his pack, shoved Rinoa's book inside and locked the locker.

"Ta da!" He mocked with fake enthusiasm.

"Cool! Thanks!" She thanked with a smile that stretched from ear to ear and an excited laugh.

"No prob." He said, nonchalantly. He began to walk away but Rinoa and her friend followed him.

"What's your name, locker buddy?" Rinoa asked.

"Squall." He replied.

"Ooohh... I've heard about YOU." She exclaimed.

"Have you now?" He questioned, without much care.

"Breaker of hearts, smoker of everything that can get you wired? Is that you?" She questioned, quite seriously.

"Maybe not the ladder portion of the facts." He said with a laugh. "I don't smoke sharpee."

She laughed at his comment. "So you're a heart breaker?" She asked, a bit disappointed.

"You can call it that." He said, not wanting to divulge. "Man whore would be a better term." He said with a chuckle. She laughed at his comment and smacked him tenderly in the arm in a teasing fashion.

"But in all seriousness... it sucks that you're one of THOSE guys." She said with a little sigh as she looked to the ground, innocently. "You're kinda cute... and not to bad on the humor and chivalrous factors. You could be pretty good if you settled down." She said with a tender smile as she looked to him. Squall laughed, thinking it was a joke. "I'm serious." She confirmed and Squall's laughter died away. "... but I bet you get that all the time though." She said quietly after she saw no response.

"I don't. That's really the first time anyone has ever said that to me." He said with the tiniest of blushes and she giggled nervously as a silence fell over them. As they reached the lunch line, Rinoa grabbed his hand for him to stop and he did so.

"We'll talk again sometime, kay?" She 'promised'. Squall nodded, trying not to seem like he cared much. "... do you WANT to talk again?" She asked, scared of his answer now.

"Of course, yeah, sure." He blurted out.

"Good!" She said with a smile. "See yah around then!" She called as she entered the lunch line with her friend close to her.

"Bye." Squall called meekly with a tiny wave. Squall hurried to where he ate lunch so he could tell his friends all about his experience... but... when he got there... he really DIDN'T want to talk about it. Not at all. So he sat through the lunch period in total silence thinking about that Nirina girl, Xu, Rinoa and that short girl he couldn't keep his mind off... She was just SO short!!

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A/n: Did that suck monkey butt?

I have another story out... but I don't really like it and I find I have writer's block with that story... but this comes easily an naturaly to me.... Maybe I have trouble with the other story because someone else created the premise and idea? Maybe, i dunno. This story is mine though!

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