~*~ When Did This Happen? ~*~
:: Seiftis. Squffie hints. (Quistis x Seifer, Squall x Selphie hints) ::
Chapter Nine: Time to Thaw?
Note: I usually go into detail with things, but I'm in university now, I have a midterms and essays staring me in the face. This is a quick and casual read. We think. Reviews are more than a little appreciated.
~Silverium~
Disclaimer: Squaresoft. Not Silver.
Marching to her room she came out with her uniform on and a cold cloth being dabbed at her eyes. By the time she got to class no one would not Trepe had been crying. The instructor looked mildly annoyed with the interruption but Quistis was going to show something to Seifer.
"Why are you late Miss Trepe?"
"I decided to sleep in," was the prime reply,
"Excuse me? Do you think these lessons aren't important enough?"
"I know them all." Quistis replied, her chin raised and an air of defiance that sparked silence in everyone,
"Oh, really," The instructor fumed, "Would you like to take your final exam now, then?"
Quistis smiled in a feral manner. She had chills running up Seifer's spine as he gaped at the rebellious side to Quistis Trepe.
"That would be wonderful," She said, extending her hand.
The Instructor spluttered and then angrily searched his desk, nearly throwing the exam at her. Quistis further infuriated him by sliding a chair up to his desk and writing it right there and then. She barely read the multiple choice and true or false questions, her pen scratched over them in such haste as she answered every question as fast as she could. The longer answer questions were scribbled down and swept through like a wildfire. For half an hour the class simply stared from the instructor to Quistis, and then to Seifer who was wide-eyed.
"Done. You'll find that I scored 100%, I'm sure there's no need even to mark it, though you will." Quistis stood up, slammed the pen down and tossed a smirk to Seifer,
"Trepe, go to the Headmaster's Chambers immediately,"
"Yes sir." She snapped, turning on heel and disappearing.
The instructor sat down, his face beet-red. Seifer was still standing, looking blankly as the instructor attempted to match Quistis in speed, marking her exam. Whispers came forth in the class and awe-filled eyes searched for answers that couldn't be found. The quiet and tension was broken by a loud curse from the instructor.
"Damn Trepe!"
Seifer almost jumped, but then a grin swept over his features, "She got them all right, didn't she?"
The instructor didn't answer but his angry face told all. By that time class was over and they were dismissed by a dark look and livid snapping of the fingers. Seifer left the class to find Quistis, and he discovered she was waiting by the elevator at him.
"How'd the headmaster's go?" He asked casually,
"Cid didn't know what to do with me," Quistis allowed a rare smile, "Never before has he had to deal with a student finishing to early, let alone that student being me."
Seifer nodded and the two went downstairs for coffee in the cafeteria. As they went Quistis poked him and gave him a look,
"You should transfer out of that class. The instructor is no good, he's unobservant."
"How'd you come up with that Trepe?" Seifer asked, raising his eyebrows,
"He didn't notice that the exam he's using for your class is the same one I wrote two semesters ago. I knew all the answers because I designed it myself." A brilliant smile now flooded his face, "Easiest exam I've ever done."
"You're wicked, Trepe, I'm in awe."
Quistis let loose a giggle, further surprising Seifer, "No telling anyone, Almasy."
"My lips are sealed Quistis, sealed and locked."
Even though Seifer didn't let loose a word, rumours of Quistis' odd behavior spread through Garden quickly. Zell and Irvine toasted Quistis' rebellious side with champagne bought at Fishermen's Horizon and Selphie begged to be told the story. With all the attention on her, Quistis felt odd but strangely elated. Was this how Seifer always felt when he commanded their eyes on him?
"Well, I couldn't have done it all by myself," She heard herself saying, "Seifer had to come and get me. I was hiding in my room."
"Ooh, aww, Seifer that's so sweet, you went and cheered Quisty up, but hey, why didn't you call me?" Selphie prodded Quistis,
"Ow! I would've but you had class," Quistis rubbed her arm, "It doesn't matter, I'm out of that class and taking a new one,"
"What class?" Squall asked, a rare comment escaping in,
"Advanced Ranged Weapons Tech 560," Quistis quoted, "It wasn't required for my Instructor's degree so I passed over it, I thought I might as well do it now, though."
"I'll join ya in there then," Irvine smiled lazily and raised his glass again, "Been wanting to take that,"
"Sounds good," Quistis smiled and tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ears, looking down at her coffee,
"I'll get to those some day…" Zell sighed, "I'm still in Intermediate Magic Casting, 320."
They laughed at his voice, mocking the dry instructor whom taught the course.
"Seriously, who needs it? I'm a fist-fighter, not some pansy-ass magic caster."
"Pansies are pretty flowers…" Selphie murmured, "I'm only in one advanced class. Mechanics 540."
"You're the only one in that class aren't you?" Zell asked suspiciously,
"No! Nida's there with me," Selphie proclaimed, "I'm not a loner,"
"Sure, sure," Zell smirked but settled down,
"Chicken Wuss…don't bother the brunette hear, you're not even in an advanced class." Seifer rolled his eyes, a characteristic trait he had been dipping into more and more often,
"Thank you Seifer," Selphie chirped,
"Anyways…" Irvine began slowly, "Missions will be handed out at the end of this week, anyone got a clue where we're goin'?"
He looked specifically at Squall and Quistis. Squall shook his head and Quistis shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not an instructor, I don't get to know that information anymore."
"Damnit." Irvine sighed, "I don't wanna have to go to some field and look for plane bits like last time."
"That sucked," Zell agreed, "I want to fight!"
"You always want to fight," Seifer shot back easily,
"Now, now, boys," Selphie said, raising her hands, "Simmer, simmer,"
"No, no," Zell mimicked her, "I want to fight. Get involved in something COOL."
"Well, wait till the end of the week." Quistis said delicately, "Hopefully we're all on the same mission."
"Yeah," Irvine, Selphie, Zell, Seifer, and Squall all echoed. They shared a look and some small smiles.
