Title: Knowing You More
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Chapter Seven: Prank No. 3? Not Really
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Seifer tapped his foot impatiently outside the classroom of Quistis Trepe that night. He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at the wall in front of him. Obviously, because of the glum look on his face, Quistis was late. He was wasting time just waiting for her. He still needs to meet his friends in Deling City and Quistis was using up all his time for nothing.
He groaned heavily and leaned on the wall.
'Where is she?' he fumed silently. 'Of all the times to be late, she better will give a damn good reason.'
Suddenly, a throat being cleared resounded through the walls. Seifer turned around and saw, to his complete astonishment, Quistis in a completely new look. He gaped at her from head to toe, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
'Oh, my god,' he thought incredulously. 'Who's this magnificent creature standing in front of me?'
Quistis wore a white and sleeveless turtle neck, black jeans that fitted her legs perfectly, high black clogs and had a completely new 'do. She had all her hair down into even, straight sides, and she was holding a small black bag. She had on little make-up, probably very light blush, cherry lip gloss and light, pink eye shadow. She was standing in a position which made Seifer think of the word "shy".
"Did you wait long?" Quistis asked him, suddenly breaking his thoughts of her apart. "You look impatient."
"I, uh, you look . . . great," Seifer said in a quiet tone, which was so quiet it was barely audible than a whisper.
But Quistis heard it perfectly and clear. She blushed deeply, which made her make-up more visible, and looked down on the floor.
"Oh, what am I thinking," Seifer said suddenly. "No, you don't look great. You look fabulous."
Quistis looked up at him astonishingly. "What did you say?" she asked breathlessly.
"I didn't like what I just said, so I think I shouldn't repeat it," Seifer said, making a face. "Now, come on. Fujin and Raijin are waiting for us."
He briskly walked down the hall.
Quistis looked after him and smiled again. She then scuttled after him.
"Seifer, wait!" she called after him. "Tell me where we're going first."
"Deling City," Seifer replied curtly.
"But that's so far away."
"I rented a car."
"What are we going to do there?"
"Party, get drunk and get wasted."
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Quistis didn't like the idea of partying, drinking and what was that again? Get wasted? Sure, she loved to party. She actually enjoyed the Garden Festival, which took place a month ago. And she did love going to SeeD balls.
But because of how Seifer said it, she knew this "partying" was definitely going to be different from what she expected. And the word was supported by "drunk" and "wasted". Quistis is an instructor, which means she's not dumb. She could tell that this night was going to be hell. She can't even think of any possibility that she can get some guy to make Seifer jealous.
She sighed heavily as Seifer offered her to get in the car first. She pretended to willingly obey and got in. Seifer followed her afterwards. Then the car engine started up and off they went.
The two were sitting across each other. They didn't do anything except kept silent and avoided each other's glances.
Quistis was uncomfortable of the still silence. She wanted a conversation. One that would take her mind off the prank she was about to do. She still believed the prank wouldn't work. She shifted in her seat from time to time, making as much noise with the creaky seat as possible.
'Come on, talk to me,' she thought, glancing at Seifer, who was trying to look interested in the floor. She cleared her throat and crossed her legs, making Seifer's eyes look up at her. She was about to smile at him, but Seifer quickly looked away. 'Am I that scary?' she said silently in her head. 'Hello? I'm wearing make-up, not a frightening mask! Dammit!'
She sighed heavily and slumped in her seat.
"What's up with you?" Seifer suddenly asked.
She immediately looked at him. "Me?" she said. "Nothing's up."
"Then why do you look so frustrated?" Seifer said, raising an eyebrow.
"Do I look frustrated?" Quistis asked back, making sure she had a clueless expression on her face.
"Not anymore," Seifer replied. He went back to staring down at the floor.
Quistis shook her head in disbelief. She slumped again in her seat and crossed her arms across her chest.
She and Seifer never said a word after that. They just sat in their seats, looking at something but at each other and waited for the car to stop. After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally came to a halt.
Seifer opened the door and got out first. He stepped aside to let Quistis out. Quistis looked around the place and found that they had stopped in front of a disco bar. She heaved a sigh, which says "I knew it" and closed the door of the car.
Seifer nudged her with his elbow, tilted his head toward the entrance and walked toward it.
Quistis sighed again. With a quick "Here goes nothing!" and a deep intake of breath, she followed Seifer into the crowded disco bar which was blaring with loud music.
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Seifer stared blankly at the dancers who were shaking their booties up and down the dance floor. He was sitting on the table at the very back of the bar with Quistis and without Fujin and Raijin. That's why he's so silent right now. He didn't know where his friends where, and he was stuck in a bar with his instructor sitting down beside him without anything to do.
'Is this a set-up or something?' he asked himself. 'Why would they make me go here when they won't even come? I mean, what's the use?'
He sighed heavily and raked his hair with his hands. If he should say anything to the world, he would say, "This is no use." Where were they? How could they do this to him? What did they think? That he had a relationship with Quistis or something? Even though he'd love that, he knew Fujin and Raijin would never believe he was making out with Quistis.
He was about to stand up and suggest to Quistis that they should be going back to Balamb when suddenly, a good-looking guy came up to their table. He was sleek with dark blonde hair and was smiling widely at them.
"Hey!" he greeted them. "Uh, I was just wondering if the ladywould like to have a drink with me by the bar?"
Seifer raised his eyebrows. He looked down at Quistis, who seemed to be interested in the guy. She was looking at him in excitement and unconsciously fixing her hair with her hand.
'Hmm, hanging out for a while wouldn't be so bad,' Seifer thought. 'Maybe little Miss Beautiful here ought to enjoy herself once in a while.'
He looked up at the guy again and nodded. "Sure, you can have her," he agreed. "Just for the night, though."
"Will the lady agree?" the guy asked Quistis, shooting her a gorgeous smile.
Quistis, before nodding, leaned close to Seifer and whispered, "You're not my owner. I'll agree with this guy, because I wanted to. Not because you gave him permission. And don't you dare leave me here. If I find out you're not here, I'll definitely kill you." She then stood up and danced away with the guy.
Seifer snorted and beckoned a waiter to come over. He ordered another bottle of beer. From a short distance, he could see Quistis dancing with the guy in the middle of the dance floor. He couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy and regret.
'If only I asked her to dance,' he thought. 'Nah, I don't even know how to bust some moves like that. I'll only embarrass myself. Oh, well! I hope the lady's enjoying it.'
And he took a sip from his bottle of beer, without taking his eyes off the dancing pair.
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"So you always go here?" Quistis asked Enrique loudly over the blaring music. She was talking to him while drinking some Gin Tonic at the bar.
Enrique was the guy who asked her to have a drink with her earlier that night. His whole name was Enrique Damante, and Quistis thought it sounded cute. He did look like a Spanish guy, if only he didn't have the blonde hair.
Enrique nodded while sipping from his bottle of beer. "Yeah," he shouted in reply. "I'm almost well known around here. Every time I come here, I could hear people say 'Hey, there's Enrique! Wonder what he's up to tonight?'"
"Oh! All these people here are your friends?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"So you must know the guy I'm with, huh?"
"Oh, I know little about him. I spotted him only once here, hanging out with two other friends. I saw his friends here loads of times. Don't know why he just went here once."
Quistis blinked in surprise. Seifer went in this bar only once? That's odd. She assumed Seifer would be the one who was well known around here.
"You want more to drink?" Enrique asked her.
Quistis looked down at her empty glass. She smiled and nodded.
Enrique called the bartender and ordered for another glass of Gin Tonic for Quistis.
Quistis pulled the arm of the bartender and said, "Keep 'em coming!"
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"Where is she, where is she, where is she?" Seifer muttered under his breath. It was already one-thirty in the morning and he was waiting for Quistis to come back. Oh, and he was still in the disco bar. As the night began to die, Seifer noticed that it got more and more crowded. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
He scanned the heads of the crowd and found no Quistis. He sighed heavily and checked his watch for almost the hundredth time.
'Warning me not to leave and show up late. . . .' he thought angrily. 'I can't believe she can be so uncooperative.'
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the guy who came up to his table earlier with Quistis hanging by his shoulder.
"Hey, man! She's passed out," the guy said, handing Quistis' body to Seifer.
Seifer took hold of Quistis, his eyes wide and his jaw set. "What did you do to her, man?" he shouted at the guy.
"I did nothing to her! She drank too much, and I tried to stop her!"
"Don't lie to me, asshole!"
"No, you're the asshole! How can you be so sick to hand out your girlfriend to other guys?" With that, the guy turned and walked away.
Seifer pulled out a seat and carefully laid Quistis on it in a sitting position. He touched her face and began slapping it gently.
"Quistis? Wake up, it's me, Seifer."
Quistis groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at Seifer for a moment, then faintly said, "Gee, Seifer, you look so handsome."
Seifer blinked and became still for a moment. He began to smile at her, but was interrupted when Quistis started to vomit all over him. His jaw dropped and he looked at Quistis in disbelief, whose head was now lolling to one side.
He bit his lip and sighed heavily. "And that's three. They just keep on coming."
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Author's note: Hey! This is kind of boring at first, right? But as you've noticed, the ending was interesting. You liked the part where Quistis puked on Seifer? Hehe, the idea just hit me when I was riding the bus toward my home. Two kids about my age, a boy and a girl, were carrying this coffee container. I got kind of suspicious about that container, 'cause it smells incredibly of beer. Before I got off, the boy started puking in the bus. Can you believe it? Well, just sharing! Writers can be inspired by something so disgusting.
To "frost": Honestly, you're the first person to ever tell me that I made one of the characters look stupid. Most of the reviewers told me good stuff about it, and never complained about Quistis' attitude in the fic. At first, I was a bit offended. I couldn't get my mind off of what you said. It started to bother me and I thought of "Hey, what is wrong with Quistis?" and I started to get these crazy ideas of maybe stopping to write the story and start all over again with a more appropriate Quistis. But the more I thought of it, the more I knew I was getting crazy like the ideas. You see, I'm a very serious person who takes things seriously, especially when a person mentions them. I told myself, "I'm a fanfic writer. I will continue to write this fic with Quistis as a serious teenager with a bubbly side (just as you had said) and who wants to get revenge on Seifer so badly that she has to lower down her profile, way down, even if it's the last thing she does." I mean, that's all part of the fanfic, right? That is why it's called a fanfic, right? The fan will write whatever she desires to and produce a fic. I'm not doing a debate with you or anything, but it just affected me a lot, you know? And I just want to speak out my mind. So I guess this is the side of Quistis that you need to know more and thanks for your review. I really appreciated it, all of it. It really done me serious thinking, you know? Thanks so much, you're one person the world needs. You help other writers point out what was wrong with their stories and I praise you for it.
To all of you who read my bio: See? I'm a lot like Eminem and Laguna:
serious, yet talkative.
To all the reviewers like "frost": Thank you, thank you! You've all been a great inspiration to me! If your reviews weren't there to cheer me up or to help me with my writing, I wouldn't have continued this fic! You should be thankful, I'm alone now in my house. It's already twelve in the morning, as in midnight, and I have all (early) morning to write some new chapters for this fic! Hope you enjoyed this one! Don't forget your reviews! Love y'all!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Chapter Seven: Prank No. 3? Not Really
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Seifer tapped his foot impatiently outside the classroom of Quistis Trepe that night. He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at the wall in front of him. Obviously, because of the glum look on his face, Quistis was late. He was wasting time just waiting for her. He still needs to meet his friends in Deling City and Quistis was using up all his time for nothing.
He groaned heavily and leaned on the wall.
'Where is she?' he fumed silently. 'Of all the times to be late, she better will give a damn good reason.'
Suddenly, a throat being cleared resounded through the walls. Seifer turned around and saw, to his complete astonishment, Quistis in a completely new look. He gaped at her from head to toe, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
'Oh, my god,' he thought incredulously. 'Who's this magnificent creature standing in front of me?'
Quistis wore a white and sleeveless turtle neck, black jeans that fitted her legs perfectly, high black clogs and had a completely new 'do. She had all her hair down into even, straight sides, and she was holding a small black bag. She had on little make-up, probably very light blush, cherry lip gloss and light, pink eye shadow. She was standing in a position which made Seifer think of the word "shy".
"Did you wait long?" Quistis asked him, suddenly breaking his thoughts of her apart. "You look impatient."
"I, uh, you look . . . great," Seifer said in a quiet tone, which was so quiet it was barely audible than a whisper.
But Quistis heard it perfectly and clear. She blushed deeply, which made her make-up more visible, and looked down on the floor.
"Oh, what am I thinking," Seifer said suddenly. "No, you don't look great. You look fabulous."
Quistis looked up at him astonishingly. "What did you say?" she asked breathlessly.
"I didn't like what I just said, so I think I shouldn't repeat it," Seifer said, making a face. "Now, come on. Fujin and Raijin are waiting for us."
He briskly walked down the hall.
Quistis looked after him and smiled again. She then scuttled after him.
"Seifer, wait!" she called after him. "Tell me where we're going first."
"Deling City," Seifer replied curtly.
"But that's so far away."
"I rented a car."
"What are we going to do there?"
"Party, get drunk and get wasted."
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Quistis didn't like the idea of partying, drinking and what was that again? Get wasted? Sure, she loved to party. She actually enjoyed the Garden Festival, which took place a month ago. And she did love going to SeeD balls.
But because of how Seifer said it, she knew this "partying" was definitely going to be different from what she expected. And the word was supported by "drunk" and "wasted". Quistis is an instructor, which means she's not dumb. She could tell that this night was going to be hell. She can't even think of any possibility that she can get some guy to make Seifer jealous.
She sighed heavily as Seifer offered her to get in the car first. She pretended to willingly obey and got in. Seifer followed her afterwards. Then the car engine started up and off they went.
The two were sitting across each other. They didn't do anything except kept silent and avoided each other's glances.
Quistis was uncomfortable of the still silence. She wanted a conversation. One that would take her mind off the prank she was about to do. She still believed the prank wouldn't work. She shifted in her seat from time to time, making as much noise with the creaky seat as possible.
'Come on, talk to me,' she thought, glancing at Seifer, who was trying to look interested in the floor. She cleared her throat and crossed her legs, making Seifer's eyes look up at her. She was about to smile at him, but Seifer quickly looked away. 'Am I that scary?' she said silently in her head. 'Hello? I'm wearing make-up, not a frightening mask! Dammit!'
She sighed heavily and slumped in her seat.
"What's up with you?" Seifer suddenly asked.
She immediately looked at him. "Me?" she said. "Nothing's up."
"Then why do you look so frustrated?" Seifer said, raising an eyebrow.
"Do I look frustrated?" Quistis asked back, making sure she had a clueless expression on her face.
"Not anymore," Seifer replied. He went back to staring down at the floor.
Quistis shook her head in disbelief. She slumped again in her seat and crossed her arms across her chest.
She and Seifer never said a word after that. They just sat in their seats, looking at something but at each other and waited for the car to stop. After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally came to a halt.
Seifer opened the door and got out first. He stepped aside to let Quistis out. Quistis looked around the place and found that they had stopped in front of a disco bar. She heaved a sigh, which says "I knew it" and closed the door of the car.
Seifer nudged her with his elbow, tilted his head toward the entrance and walked toward it.
Quistis sighed again. With a quick "Here goes nothing!" and a deep intake of breath, she followed Seifer into the crowded disco bar which was blaring with loud music.
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Seifer stared blankly at the dancers who were shaking their booties up and down the dance floor. He was sitting on the table at the very back of the bar with Quistis and without Fujin and Raijin. That's why he's so silent right now. He didn't know where his friends where, and he was stuck in a bar with his instructor sitting down beside him without anything to do.
'Is this a set-up or something?' he asked himself. 'Why would they make me go here when they won't even come? I mean, what's the use?'
He sighed heavily and raked his hair with his hands. If he should say anything to the world, he would say, "This is no use." Where were they? How could they do this to him? What did they think? That he had a relationship with Quistis or something? Even though he'd love that, he knew Fujin and Raijin would never believe he was making out with Quistis.
He was about to stand up and suggest to Quistis that they should be going back to Balamb when suddenly, a good-looking guy came up to their table. He was sleek with dark blonde hair and was smiling widely at them.
"Hey!" he greeted them. "Uh, I was just wondering if the ladywould like to have a drink with me by the bar?"
Seifer raised his eyebrows. He looked down at Quistis, who seemed to be interested in the guy. She was looking at him in excitement and unconsciously fixing her hair with her hand.
'Hmm, hanging out for a while wouldn't be so bad,' Seifer thought. 'Maybe little Miss Beautiful here ought to enjoy herself once in a while.'
He looked up at the guy again and nodded. "Sure, you can have her," he agreed. "Just for the night, though."
"Will the lady agree?" the guy asked Quistis, shooting her a gorgeous smile.
Quistis, before nodding, leaned close to Seifer and whispered, "You're not my owner. I'll agree with this guy, because I wanted to. Not because you gave him permission. And don't you dare leave me here. If I find out you're not here, I'll definitely kill you." She then stood up and danced away with the guy.
Seifer snorted and beckoned a waiter to come over. He ordered another bottle of beer. From a short distance, he could see Quistis dancing with the guy in the middle of the dance floor. He couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy and regret.
'If only I asked her to dance,' he thought. 'Nah, I don't even know how to bust some moves like that. I'll only embarrass myself. Oh, well! I hope the lady's enjoying it.'
And he took a sip from his bottle of beer, without taking his eyes off the dancing pair.
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"So you always go here?" Quistis asked Enrique loudly over the blaring music. She was talking to him while drinking some Gin Tonic at the bar.
Enrique was the guy who asked her to have a drink with her earlier that night. His whole name was Enrique Damante, and Quistis thought it sounded cute. He did look like a Spanish guy, if only he didn't have the blonde hair.
Enrique nodded while sipping from his bottle of beer. "Yeah," he shouted in reply. "I'm almost well known around here. Every time I come here, I could hear people say 'Hey, there's Enrique! Wonder what he's up to tonight?'"
"Oh! All these people here are your friends?"
"Yeah, kind of."
"So you must know the guy I'm with, huh?"
"Oh, I know little about him. I spotted him only once here, hanging out with two other friends. I saw his friends here loads of times. Don't know why he just went here once."
Quistis blinked in surprise. Seifer went in this bar only once? That's odd. She assumed Seifer would be the one who was well known around here.
"You want more to drink?" Enrique asked her.
Quistis looked down at her empty glass. She smiled and nodded.
Enrique called the bartender and ordered for another glass of Gin Tonic for Quistis.
Quistis pulled the arm of the bartender and said, "Keep 'em coming!"
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"Where is she, where is she, where is she?" Seifer muttered under his breath. It was already one-thirty in the morning and he was waiting for Quistis to come back. Oh, and he was still in the disco bar. As the night began to die, Seifer noticed that it got more and more crowded. Shouldn't it be the other way around?
He scanned the heads of the crowd and found no Quistis. He sighed heavily and checked his watch for almost the hundredth time.
'Warning me not to leave and show up late. . . .' he thought angrily. 'I can't believe she can be so uncooperative.'
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw the guy who came up to his table earlier with Quistis hanging by his shoulder.
"Hey, man! She's passed out," the guy said, handing Quistis' body to Seifer.
Seifer took hold of Quistis, his eyes wide and his jaw set. "What did you do to her, man?" he shouted at the guy.
"I did nothing to her! She drank too much, and I tried to stop her!"
"Don't lie to me, asshole!"
"No, you're the asshole! How can you be so sick to hand out your girlfriend to other guys?" With that, the guy turned and walked away.
Seifer pulled out a seat and carefully laid Quistis on it in a sitting position. He touched her face and began slapping it gently.
"Quistis? Wake up, it's me, Seifer."
Quistis groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at Seifer for a moment, then faintly said, "Gee, Seifer, you look so handsome."
Seifer blinked and became still for a moment. He began to smile at her, but was interrupted when Quistis started to vomit all over him. His jaw dropped and he looked at Quistis in disbelief, whose head was now lolling to one side.
He bit his lip and sighed heavily. "And that's three. They just keep on coming."
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Author's note: Hey! This is kind of boring at first, right? But as you've noticed, the ending was interesting. You liked the part where Quistis puked on Seifer? Hehe, the idea just hit me when I was riding the bus toward my home. Two kids about my age, a boy and a girl, were carrying this coffee container. I got kind of suspicious about that container, 'cause it smells incredibly of beer. Before I got off, the boy started puking in the bus. Can you believe it? Well, just sharing! Writers can be inspired by something so disgusting.
To "frost": Honestly, you're the first person to ever tell me that I made one of the characters look stupid. Most of the reviewers told me good stuff about it, and never complained about Quistis' attitude in the fic. At first, I was a bit offended. I couldn't get my mind off of what you said. It started to bother me and I thought of "Hey, what is wrong with Quistis?" and I started to get these crazy ideas of maybe stopping to write the story and start all over again with a more appropriate Quistis. But the more I thought of it, the more I knew I was getting crazy like the ideas. You see, I'm a very serious person who takes things seriously, especially when a person mentions them. I told myself, "I'm a fanfic writer. I will continue to write this fic with Quistis as a serious teenager with a bubbly side (just as you had said) and who wants to get revenge on Seifer so badly that she has to lower down her profile, way down, even if it's the last thing she does." I mean, that's all part of the fanfic, right? That is why it's called a fanfic, right? The fan will write whatever she desires to and produce a fic. I'm not doing a debate with you or anything, but it just affected me a lot, you know? And I just want to speak out my mind. So I guess this is the side of Quistis that you need to know more and thanks for your review. I really appreciated it, all of it. It really done me serious thinking, you know? Thanks so much, you're one person the world needs. You help other writers point out what was wrong with their stories and I praise you for it.
To all of you who read my bio: See? I'm a lot like Eminem and Laguna:
serious, yet talkative.
To all the reviewers like "frost": Thank you, thank you! You've all been a great inspiration to me! If your reviews weren't there to cheer me up or to help me with my writing, I wouldn't have continued this fic! You should be thankful, I'm alone now in my house. It's already twelve in the morning, as in midnight, and I have all (early) morning to write some new chapters for this fic! Hope you enjoyed this one! Don't forget your reviews! Love y'all!