Title: Knowing You More
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Note: What's this? Seifer's going to cry?!?! *GASP!*
Chapter Fifteen: You Did
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Saturday passed with Quistis and Seifer not talking to each other. Both didn't have the courage to stop each other in the corridors to talk or to look each other in the eye.
Squall and Rinoa tried to encourage the two to talk, but both refused to. Squall tried to talk to Quistis and persuade her to be the one to open the conversation since she was the one with the fault, but failed to because Quistis wouldn't.
They were helpless. Squall couldn't stop himself from being impatient and gave up after the twentieth time he talked to Quistis. Rinoa couldn't do anything but to keep him relaxed.
Since Quistis and Seifer didn't continue to work in the activity, Squall and Rinoa were forced to accompany Quistis for the whole day. They didn't do anything but to listen to Quistis sniff from time to time or to complain about her problem.
Yeah, they were tired of it. And they were happy to have the day end. They bid goodbye to Quistis when they dropped her off to her dormitory room and told her to get some sleep. Then they went on their way to their room.
Before sleeping, Rinoa cuddled to Squall and whispered, "Tomorrow's going to be another day."
Squall nodded in agreement in the dark. "We'll be hearing the same thing from her all over again," he said.
Rinoa mumbled a 'good night' and fell asleep. Squall replied with a sound and fell asleep as well.
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Quistis knew she had been troubling Squall and Rinoa for the whole day yesterday and didn't want to do it to them again. What she did was enough and thought she'd better stop mourning for Seifer and finally talk to him.
But another thing was scratching the back of Quistis' mind. The ending program of the activity was tonight.
Quistis had stayed up late last night to work on her speech. She liked it a bit, since it was all about her and Seifer. She crawled on her bed at two in the morning, but didn't fall asleep immediately since Seifer's angry face came into her head and she cried all over again. She finally went to sleep at three and woke up the next day, which was today, at twelve noon.
She stood up from her bed and went in the bathroom to take a bath. When she was done, she got out already dressed.
She sighed heavily and walked toward her desk. A very small pile of papers were present there, and she took it and went out of her room.
She had two things to do: Tell the headmaster that she was the only to talk in front of the whole Garden and find Seifer to talk to him about them.
She knew it would be difficult in Seifer's case, but she had no other choice. She didn't want to go on thinking about Seifer and crying herself to sleep every night.
She walked out into the hall and toward the elevator. But before she got in the elevator car, a shrill voice called out her name.
"Quisty!"
She turned around and saw Selphie hurrying toward her with Irvine and Zell walking slowly behind her.
Selphie stopped in front of her and gave her an apologizing look.
"Quisty, Squall and Rinoa told us all about you and Seifer," she said to Quistis. "We're so sorry for not understanding."
"Yeah, me, too. I'm sorry for insulting him in front of you," Zell said, stopping and smiling sheepishly at Quistis. "And for coming up with the idea of playing jokes on him."
"Okay, all I did was to cheer on in the idea that shorty got here," Irvine said. "Do I have to say I'm sorry, too?"
Quistis smiled as Selphie nudged Irvine with her elbow.
"You have to, Irvine!" Selphie said.
Irvine sighed and winked at Quistis. "I think you know what that means," he said.
Quistis shook her head. "Sorry, Irvine, but I don't know what it means," she said.
"Fine, I'm sorry," Irvine said, hanging his head.
Quistis laughed.
"But you could have told us, you know," Selphie said, looking down at her shoes. "I mean, if you told us not to tell anyone, we would have done what you wanted."
Quistis nodded. "Yes, I know, and I'm sorry about that," she said. "You guys are my friends and I trust you for everything. It's just that . . . he's suddenly so important to me, you know?"
Selphie and Irvine nodded understandingly, but Zell made a face.
"The jerk's important to you?" he said in disgust.
Quistis glared at him sternly.
"Oh, uh. . . sorry."
"It's okay."
"So, we'll just see you around, Quisty!" Selphie said, giving Quistis a hug.
Irvine and Zell waved at her, and walked away with Selphie locking their arms into hers.
Quistis smiled and watched them march away out into the Garden. She shook her head and checked her watch.
It read three-thirty in the afternoon. She was surprised at how the time passed by quickly. She must have stayed long in the shower.
She got in the elevator and pushed the button that lead up to the headmaster's office. When she was already half-way, the elevator stopped and the doors swung open. She looked out and found Squall outside.
Squall nodded at her in greeting and went in.
Quistis stood aside to make some room for him.
"So did you talk to him?" Squall asked when the doors closed together and the elevator started running again.
Quistis shook her head. "I will," she said. "But not before I talk to the headmaster about tonight's event."
"You're acting like an instructor again," Squall observed.
"I am an instructor."
"With a student for a boyfriend."
"Keep your mouth shut."
The elevator doors swung open and the hall leading toward the headmaster's office became visible. The two walked out and went in the office.
Quistis was surprised to see who the headmaster was talking to.
Headmaster Cid and Seifer looked up at them; Cid's face lifted in a smile and Seifer's dropped to a frown.
Quistis stopped in her tracks, but Squall pulled her to the front. She looked down at her feet to avoid Seifer's gaze.
What was she going to do? She can't possibly talk to the headmaster in front of Seifer. To her surprise, Squall spoke up relieving her problem of talking to the headmaster with Seifer listening.
"Sir, may I ask to speak with you first?" he said importantly. "It's pretty urgent."
Quistis glanced at Seifer, whose frown was deepening. She put a very tiny smile on her lips, but it stopped halfway when Squall said, "And I hope Instructor Trepe and Seifer Almasy would step out for a while so we can talk privately. The hall would be a good place to wait."
Quistis would rather talk to the headmaster with Seifer listening than to wait with him in the hall alone. She shot Squall a glare, and then nodded at the headmaster. She walked out briskly to the hall with Seifer trailing behind her. She could feel he was slowing down as much as possible. She sat down on a small couch and watched as Seifer sat down on the other one opposite her.
Now what was she going to do?
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Squall watched as the door closed. He sighed heavily and sat down on the seat in front of the headmaster's desk.
"What was so urgent that you had to tell me, Mr. Leonheart?" the headmaster asked in worry.
Squall shook his head. "It's nothing, really, Sir," he said. "It's just that, these two have had a fight and I think talking to each other would be best. If we could only give them, let's say, two hours or something. . . ."
"They had a fight?" the headmaster asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh, dear. I knew it would happen."
Squall nodded. "Well, they've gotten pretty close as friends and well, I think friends shouldn't stay as enemies, right?" he said.
The headmaster looked at him suspiciously. "I never expected to hear this from you, Squall. Did something happen to you?"
Squall felt a sweat drop roll down at the back of his head. Exactly what did he say to make the headmaster think he's different?
'Hmm,' Squall thought to himself. 'Probably Rinoa.'
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Quistis glanced up at Seifer, who was walking back and forth across the hall. He had been doing that for almost the thousandth time.
Who could blame him? He was getting impatient.
Quistis, herself, couldn't wait any longer. Two hours had passed and yet, Squall never got out of the headmaster's office. What was so urgent they had to talk about that would take for like a lifetime?
Honestly, she could wait for Squall to come out of the headmaster's office for even a whole day. But the fact that Seifer was waiting there with her was the reason why it feels so long.
She checked her watch again for almost the hundredth time and saw that it was already half past five. She sighed heavily and was about to stand up to leave when the door to the headmaster's office opened and Squall came out.
Seifer threw up his hands in disbelief. "Well, well, well! He came out at last!" he said. He walked past Squall and went in the office without asking Quistis if she would go first.
Squall gave Quistis a can-you-believe-this-guy look.
Quistis shook her head and followed Seifer. As she passed Squall, she heard a mumble came out of his mouth.
"I'll wait for you."
Quistis went in and found Seifer and the headmaster waiting for her.
"Yes, Mr. Almasy was just talking about you, Instructor Trepe," Cid said, nodding at her thoughtfully. "Please sit down."
Quistis sat down on the chair beside Seifer.
"I have heard from Mr. Almasy that . . . you both had trouble in the activity."
Seifer looked down as Quistis glanced at him. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yes, we had, Sir."
The headmaster looked disappointed. He gave Quistis and Seifer a stern look, and then sighed.
"It's not my business if you fought," he said. "But I am hoping that you will straighten things out."
Quistis and Seifer nodded in agreement.
"And Instructor Trepe, Seifer had to skip the program for tonight," the headmaster continued. "He suddenly felt ill and had to sleep tonight to get well."
Quistis blinked in surprise and looked at Seifer. He should have told her first. She shook her head in ache. Seifer couldn't bear her anymore if she would conclude. It hurts her heart to know that, but it wasn't fair. Seifer could have talked to her.
She took a deep breath. "I was about to talk to you about that, Sir," she said. "But since Mr. Almasy here already told you, I should be going now."
She stood up and bowed down. Then she started to walk toward the door. She heard Seifer say his wishes to the program for tonight and a goodbye, then his footsteps following her. They got outside and met Squall, who was a bit surprised to see them come out so soon.
Seifer walked ahead of Quistis and Squall after the elevator ride. He walked briskly, so as not to let them catch up.
Squall leaned close to Quistis and whispered, "Did you talk to him when you two were alone in the hall?"
Quistis shook her head. "Of course, I didn't," she whispered back. "I couldn't."
Squall sighed. He looked Quistis in the eye, then pushed her hard toward Seifer. Before Quistis knew it, he had gone and she had hit Seifer's back.
Seifer stumbled forward and glared at them, but realized Quistis was alone. He looked at her nervously.
"What do you need?" he asked.
Quistis looked down at the floor, but mustered up enough courage. She turned her head up to Seifer. "We have to talk, Seifer."
Seifer didn't need to look around the hall to make sure there were people there. Everyone was obviously in an assembly hall, getting ready for the program.
He just stared at Quistis, apparently waiting for her to start.
"I'm so sorry for what I did, Seifer," she said quietly.
Seifer had a thoughtful, yet sarcastic look on his face. "Which one, Quistis?" he asked. "The other two pranks you played on me or the one that you denied our relationship?"
Quistis was taken aback. She looked at Seifer in disbelief.
"Why is your mind still on those pranks?" she asked.
"Because you still haven't paid for them."
"You allowed me not to accept the penalties!"
"Exactly! I allowed you to!"
Quistis sighed. "Look, this isn't about the activity, okay?" she said. "This is about us!"
"You're right!" Seifer said indignantly. "This isn't about the activity! It's about us! You told your friends that we're not together!"
"I was trying to protect our relationship!"
"You told me you didn't love me to friends who you trust! You insulted me! You hurt me!"
"I . . . I didn't want them to . . . think . . . that . . ."
"That you would date a stupid jerk like me?"
Quistis looked up at Seifer with tears brimming in her eyes. She saw Seifer bite his lip, probably to stop himself from crying, too.
"That's not what I wanted to say, Seifer."
"But you thought of it."
"Seifer, please understand me."
"I tried, Quistis, but I couldn't. It was too hard to."
Tears splashed down on Quistis' cheeks. She moved forward and grasped Seifer's hand. She looked up deep into his eyes.
"Seifer, please, I beg you."
Seifer looked down. He took a shaky breath and looked at Quistis. "It was nice knowing you more, Quistis. And I know I won't regret saying that . . . you were the best thing that happened in my life."
Quistis smiled at this. She stepped forward, but Seifer stopped her.
"Please, Quistis, don't. I can't let you go near me 'cause it hurts me too much."
"But, Seifer --"
"I . . . have something for you. . . ." Seifer said slowly. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a silver necklace with a heart-shaped locket. In the middle of the heart was a blue diamond.
Quistis gaped at it.
Seifer placed it around her neck and locked it carefully. "Happy birthday," he whispered.
"I . . . forgot. . . ."
"I know," Seifer replied. "You were too busy telling people that we broke up. I guess it's back to books, Instructor."
"Seifer. . . ."
"Gotta go, Instructor. Busy studying."
"Wait, Seifer."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"It's nothing."
"And . . ."
"What is it?"
"I love you," Quistis whispered.
Slowly, a tear rolled down Seifer's cheek. Hurt suddenly spread out into his eyes. He looked at Quistis, as if he was willing to wrap her in his arms, but knew that it was too hard for him to.
He took his hand from Quistis and shook his head.
"You did," he whispered silently, and then walked away, leaving Quistis crying in the middle of the hall.
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Author's note: Hi! Sorry again for being late! My mom's getting mad at me because I'm still writing this. I need to hurry up! So please don't forget your reviews, okay? And I hope you liked this! Two more chapters are to follow and the story is over!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVIII.
Note: What's this? Seifer's going to cry?!?! *GASP!*
Chapter Fifteen: You Did
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Saturday passed with Quistis and Seifer not talking to each other. Both didn't have the courage to stop each other in the corridors to talk or to look each other in the eye.
Squall and Rinoa tried to encourage the two to talk, but both refused to. Squall tried to talk to Quistis and persuade her to be the one to open the conversation since she was the one with the fault, but failed to because Quistis wouldn't.
They were helpless. Squall couldn't stop himself from being impatient and gave up after the twentieth time he talked to Quistis. Rinoa couldn't do anything but to keep him relaxed.
Since Quistis and Seifer didn't continue to work in the activity, Squall and Rinoa were forced to accompany Quistis for the whole day. They didn't do anything but to listen to Quistis sniff from time to time or to complain about her problem.
Yeah, they were tired of it. And they were happy to have the day end. They bid goodbye to Quistis when they dropped her off to her dormitory room and told her to get some sleep. Then they went on their way to their room.
Before sleeping, Rinoa cuddled to Squall and whispered, "Tomorrow's going to be another day."
Squall nodded in agreement in the dark. "We'll be hearing the same thing from her all over again," he said.
Rinoa mumbled a 'good night' and fell asleep. Squall replied with a sound and fell asleep as well.
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Quistis knew she had been troubling Squall and Rinoa for the whole day yesterday and didn't want to do it to them again. What she did was enough and thought she'd better stop mourning for Seifer and finally talk to him.
But another thing was scratching the back of Quistis' mind. The ending program of the activity was tonight.
Quistis had stayed up late last night to work on her speech. She liked it a bit, since it was all about her and Seifer. She crawled on her bed at two in the morning, but didn't fall asleep immediately since Seifer's angry face came into her head and she cried all over again. She finally went to sleep at three and woke up the next day, which was today, at twelve noon.
She stood up from her bed and went in the bathroom to take a bath. When she was done, she got out already dressed.
She sighed heavily and walked toward her desk. A very small pile of papers were present there, and she took it and went out of her room.
She had two things to do: Tell the headmaster that she was the only to talk in front of the whole Garden and find Seifer to talk to him about them.
She knew it would be difficult in Seifer's case, but she had no other choice. She didn't want to go on thinking about Seifer and crying herself to sleep every night.
She walked out into the hall and toward the elevator. But before she got in the elevator car, a shrill voice called out her name.
"Quisty!"
She turned around and saw Selphie hurrying toward her with Irvine and Zell walking slowly behind her.
Selphie stopped in front of her and gave her an apologizing look.
"Quisty, Squall and Rinoa told us all about you and Seifer," she said to Quistis. "We're so sorry for not understanding."
"Yeah, me, too. I'm sorry for insulting him in front of you," Zell said, stopping and smiling sheepishly at Quistis. "And for coming up with the idea of playing jokes on him."
"Okay, all I did was to cheer on in the idea that shorty got here," Irvine said. "Do I have to say I'm sorry, too?"
Quistis smiled as Selphie nudged Irvine with her elbow.
"You have to, Irvine!" Selphie said.
Irvine sighed and winked at Quistis. "I think you know what that means," he said.
Quistis shook her head. "Sorry, Irvine, but I don't know what it means," she said.
"Fine, I'm sorry," Irvine said, hanging his head.
Quistis laughed.
"But you could have told us, you know," Selphie said, looking down at her shoes. "I mean, if you told us not to tell anyone, we would have done what you wanted."
Quistis nodded. "Yes, I know, and I'm sorry about that," she said. "You guys are my friends and I trust you for everything. It's just that . . . he's suddenly so important to me, you know?"
Selphie and Irvine nodded understandingly, but Zell made a face.
"The jerk's important to you?" he said in disgust.
Quistis glared at him sternly.
"Oh, uh. . . sorry."
"It's okay."
"So, we'll just see you around, Quisty!" Selphie said, giving Quistis a hug.
Irvine and Zell waved at her, and walked away with Selphie locking their arms into hers.
Quistis smiled and watched them march away out into the Garden. She shook her head and checked her watch.
It read three-thirty in the afternoon. She was surprised at how the time passed by quickly. She must have stayed long in the shower.
She got in the elevator and pushed the button that lead up to the headmaster's office. When she was already half-way, the elevator stopped and the doors swung open. She looked out and found Squall outside.
Squall nodded at her in greeting and went in.
Quistis stood aside to make some room for him.
"So did you talk to him?" Squall asked when the doors closed together and the elevator started running again.
Quistis shook her head. "I will," she said. "But not before I talk to the headmaster about tonight's event."
"You're acting like an instructor again," Squall observed.
"I am an instructor."
"With a student for a boyfriend."
"Keep your mouth shut."
The elevator doors swung open and the hall leading toward the headmaster's office became visible. The two walked out and went in the office.
Quistis was surprised to see who the headmaster was talking to.
Headmaster Cid and Seifer looked up at them; Cid's face lifted in a smile and Seifer's dropped to a frown.
Quistis stopped in her tracks, but Squall pulled her to the front. She looked down at her feet to avoid Seifer's gaze.
What was she going to do? She can't possibly talk to the headmaster in front of Seifer. To her surprise, Squall spoke up relieving her problem of talking to the headmaster with Seifer listening.
"Sir, may I ask to speak with you first?" he said importantly. "It's pretty urgent."
Quistis glanced at Seifer, whose frown was deepening. She put a very tiny smile on her lips, but it stopped halfway when Squall said, "And I hope Instructor Trepe and Seifer Almasy would step out for a while so we can talk privately. The hall would be a good place to wait."
Quistis would rather talk to the headmaster with Seifer listening than to wait with him in the hall alone. She shot Squall a glare, and then nodded at the headmaster. She walked out briskly to the hall with Seifer trailing behind her. She could feel he was slowing down as much as possible. She sat down on a small couch and watched as Seifer sat down on the other one opposite her.
Now what was she going to do?
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Squall watched as the door closed. He sighed heavily and sat down on the seat in front of the headmaster's desk.
"What was so urgent that you had to tell me, Mr. Leonheart?" the headmaster asked in worry.
Squall shook his head. "It's nothing, really, Sir," he said. "It's just that, these two have had a fight and I think talking to each other would be best. If we could only give them, let's say, two hours or something. . . ."
"They had a fight?" the headmaster asked.
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh, dear. I knew it would happen."
Squall nodded. "Well, they've gotten pretty close as friends and well, I think friends shouldn't stay as enemies, right?" he said.
The headmaster looked at him suspiciously. "I never expected to hear this from you, Squall. Did something happen to you?"
Squall felt a sweat drop roll down at the back of his head. Exactly what did he say to make the headmaster think he's different?
'Hmm,' Squall thought to himself. 'Probably Rinoa.'
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Quistis glanced up at Seifer, who was walking back and forth across the hall. He had been doing that for almost the thousandth time.
Who could blame him? He was getting impatient.
Quistis, herself, couldn't wait any longer. Two hours had passed and yet, Squall never got out of the headmaster's office. What was so urgent they had to talk about that would take for like a lifetime?
Honestly, she could wait for Squall to come out of the headmaster's office for even a whole day. But the fact that Seifer was waiting there with her was the reason why it feels so long.
She checked her watch again for almost the hundredth time and saw that it was already half past five. She sighed heavily and was about to stand up to leave when the door to the headmaster's office opened and Squall came out.
Seifer threw up his hands in disbelief. "Well, well, well! He came out at last!" he said. He walked past Squall and went in the office without asking Quistis if she would go first.
Squall gave Quistis a can-you-believe-this-guy look.
Quistis shook her head and followed Seifer. As she passed Squall, she heard a mumble came out of his mouth.
"I'll wait for you."
Quistis went in and found Seifer and the headmaster waiting for her.
"Yes, Mr. Almasy was just talking about you, Instructor Trepe," Cid said, nodding at her thoughtfully. "Please sit down."
Quistis sat down on the chair beside Seifer.
"I have heard from Mr. Almasy that . . . you both had trouble in the activity."
Seifer looked down as Quistis glanced at him. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"Yes, we had, Sir."
The headmaster looked disappointed. He gave Quistis and Seifer a stern look, and then sighed.
"It's not my business if you fought," he said. "But I am hoping that you will straighten things out."
Quistis and Seifer nodded in agreement.
"And Instructor Trepe, Seifer had to skip the program for tonight," the headmaster continued. "He suddenly felt ill and had to sleep tonight to get well."
Quistis blinked in surprise and looked at Seifer. He should have told her first. She shook her head in ache. Seifer couldn't bear her anymore if she would conclude. It hurts her heart to know that, but it wasn't fair. Seifer could have talked to her.
She took a deep breath. "I was about to talk to you about that, Sir," she said. "But since Mr. Almasy here already told you, I should be going now."
She stood up and bowed down. Then she started to walk toward the door. She heard Seifer say his wishes to the program for tonight and a goodbye, then his footsteps following her. They got outside and met Squall, who was a bit surprised to see them come out so soon.
Seifer walked ahead of Quistis and Squall after the elevator ride. He walked briskly, so as not to let them catch up.
Squall leaned close to Quistis and whispered, "Did you talk to him when you two were alone in the hall?"
Quistis shook her head. "Of course, I didn't," she whispered back. "I couldn't."
Squall sighed. He looked Quistis in the eye, then pushed her hard toward Seifer. Before Quistis knew it, he had gone and she had hit Seifer's back.
Seifer stumbled forward and glared at them, but realized Quistis was alone. He looked at her nervously.
"What do you need?" he asked.
Quistis looked down at the floor, but mustered up enough courage. She turned her head up to Seifer. "We have to talk, Seifer."
Seifer didn't need to look around the hall to make sure there were people there. Everyone was obviously in an assembly hall, getting ready for the program.
He just stared at Quistis, apparently waiting for her to start.
"I'm so sorry for what I did, Seifer," she said quietly.
Seifer had a thoughtful, yet sarcastic look on his face. "Which one, Quistis?" he asked. "The other two pranks you played on me or the one that you denied our relationship?"
Quistis was taken aback. She looked at Seifer in disbelief.
"Why is your mind still on those pranks?" she asked.
"Because you still haven't paid for them."
"You allowed me not to accept the penalties!"
"Exactly! I allowed you to!"
Quistis sighed. "Look, this isn't about the activity, okay?" she said. "This is about us!"
"You're right!" Seifer said indignantly. "This isn't about the activity! It's about us! You told your friends that we're not together!"
"I was trying to protect our relationship!"
"You told me you didn't love me to friends who you trust! You insulted me! You hurt me!"
"I . . . I didn't want them to . . . think . . . that . . ."
"That you would date a stupid jerk like me?"
Quistis looked up at Seifer with tears brimming in her eyes. She saw Seifer bite his lip, probably to stop himself from crying, too.
"That's not what I wanted to say, Seifer."
"But you thought of it."
"Seifer, please understand me."
"I tried, Quistis, but I couldn't. It was too hard to."
Tears splashed down on Quistis' cheeks. She moved forward and grasped Seifer's hand. She looked up deep into his eyes.
"Seifer, please, I beg you."
Seifer looked down. He took a shaky breath and looked at Quistis. "It was nice knowing you more, Quistis. And I know I won't regret saying that . . . you were the best thing that happened in my life."
Quistis smiled at this. She stepped forward, but Seifer stopped her.
"Please, Quistis, don't. I can't let you go near me 'cause it hurts me too much."
"But, Seifer --"
"I . . . have something for you. . . ." Seifer said slowly. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a silver necklace with a heart-shaped locket. In the middle of the heart was a blue diamond.
Quistis gaped at it.
Seifer placed it around her neck and locked it carefully. "Happy birthday," he whispered.
"I . . . forgot. . . ."
"I know," Seifer replied. "You were too busy telling people that we broke up. I guess it's back to books, Instructor."
"Seifer. . . ."
"Gotta go, Instructor. Busy studying."
"Wait, Seifer."
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"It's nothing."
"And . . ."
"What is it?"
"I love you," Quistis whispered.
Slowly, a tear rolled down Seifer's cheek. Hurt suddenly spread out into his eyes. He looked at Quistis, as if he was willing to wrap her in his arms, but knew that it was too hard for him to.
He took his hand from Quistis and shook his head.
"You did," he whispered silently, and then walked away, leaving Quistis crying in the middle of the hall.
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Author's note: Hi! Sorry again for being late! My mom's getting mad at me because I'm still writing this. I need to hurry up! So please don't forget your reviews, okay? And I hope you liked this! Two more chapters are to follow and the story is over!