A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I am trying my best to balance writing this story and schoolwork… But it's not working. Haven't updated in the last twenty-four days. Sorry. Anyways, hope you like it because I don't thin it's quite up to par. Anyways, on with the story!

5: Breakfast and Seductive Looks… They'rrrre Greeeeeeeeeaaaaaat!

Squall's POV

Did I just say that? I don't believe that I just said that. I mean, who is that blatant these days? Who uses the word blatant? Obviously I do. Anyways, as I was complaining… I still can't believe I actually said that! "No, you're just gorgeous." Good grief! What am I supposed to do now? I can't talk to her! She'll probably think that I'm some sort of loser that can't get a girl or something like that!

Ahem… My brother once told me not to dwell on the past and up to this point in time, I always listened to him. I mean, he was the coolest guy in the school and I was his follower. Anyways, continuing with my sad story, He also told me never to say exactly what I was thinking at that exact point in time. Well, I think I need a time out because I haven't been listening. I just tossed the rules of playing it cool out the window in the span of 3.5 seconds. Good job, Squall! Pat yourself on the back.

So standing in line behind this big, muscley guy, waiting to put some food on my plate isn't helping either. I'm hungry and this guy is taking his sweet precious time. But if I piss him off, I'll probably get out of this place in a body bag. Great.

I've always wondered, who eats pizza for breakfast? I mean, yeah, sure, I will… When it's leftovers and there's nothing else to eat, but when you order or make a pizza for breakfast, that's just plain old weird… But I still can't believe I said that.

Suddenly, there's a tap on my shoulder. Great. Who else am I going to screw up with? Maybe it'll be one of the organizers that have a potbelly and I'll end up blurting out, "I think you're hot!"

Not wanting to turn around, my reflexes kick in, automatically turning me against the will of my better judgement. Damn! Why me? Can't you people see that I have the luck of a squirrel on a freeway? Leave. Me. Alone.

Great. My day just couldn't get any worse. Who should appear before me with probably one of the most menacing glares that I've ever seen in my life but that blond guy from before. What was his name again? Steven? Seefer? Siter? Whatever.

"You." He starts off. Not one of the most brilliant people out there, huh? "Stay away-"

"From my girl." I finish for him with a smirk. Oh damn. Why did I just do that? He's probably going to try to beat me up or something.

"Good boy." He says as he tries to mess my hair up as if he were trying to pet a dog. Hah! Good luck! No one touches the hair. I back up, letting the reflexes that I have known for so long kick in.

He shrugs and continues to threaten me if he should ever catch me with 'his girl'. Right. Who was his girl? I knew very well about whom he was talking but I decided that my day couldn't get any worse, so I went for it.

"Congrats. You know, you're smarter than you-" He started, but I cut him off. There was just no point in letting him continue to try to look smart.

"Who is your girl?" I asked, looking utterly confused.

"Well then. I guess I was wrong. Just stay away from Rinoa Heartilly. She's mine." He said possessively. I wasn't going to let him walk all over me.

"Oh. Her. Are you talking about the girl that gave me a seductive look?" I said very loudly, attracting the attention of the room, "That girl that had a lot of trouble getting you off her arm? The one that gave you one of the dirtiest looks of all time?" I stopped for a pause. He was giving me the death glare, but I didn't let it phase me.

Delivering the final blow, I said, "She ain't your girl and your fly is open." I said as I walked away. Suddenly, I wasn't very hungry and something was telling me to get out of there. Naturally, my body did not respond to the orders that my brain sent out.

"Who gave you a 'seductive look'?" I heard a really agitated voice come from behind me.

Oh great. Just when I thought life couldn't get any worse…. But then again, I was asking for it before…. Still…. Hyne must hate me… Damn.

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Rinoa's POV

He didn't just say what I thought he did, did he? But that doesn't matter… Does it? But he wasn't talking about me, was he? I mean, honestly. Who goes around saying things like that?

He turned around slowly and hesitantly, almost as if he knew that I was right behind him. Heh. This was going to be quite amusing.

"Oh… Um…" He stammered.

Just then, being the lucky bastard he is, the PA sounded through the reception hall.

"Will all drivers participating in the Tourista 300 please come to the parking lot. Your cars are blocking the entrance to the hotel."

The room cracked up and the 'You're Gorgeous' guy looked at me and left in a hurry.

"Well then. Don't wanna get my car towed. See ya later!" he said as he left.

What a moron. This wasn't going to be the last of it, mark my words. I'm going to get the truth out of him, blatant complements or not.  This race starts tomorrow and ends Tuesday. For four whole days that arrogant bastard is going to be here. Then again, all the other drivers here are arrogant.  But still, none of them were arrogant enough to say such a thing.

I still don't know why I'm making such a big fuss about it though. It doesn't make sense. Oh well. I don't wanna know. Maybe it's just one of those things that you look back on in life and just wonder why you felt that way or how you came to let it go. Whatever. I'm going too deep.

I ran out after him, not letting it go. This wasn't going to be the last of it.

My shoes clicked furiously after him on the marble floor.  Innocent bystanders in the hall fled to the sides and out of my way, seeing as I looked like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality after she walked out of the high-tech beauty salon thing…. Right before she fell... Point is that I was pretty pissed off and the way I walked showed it.

The doors swung open and I wasn't far behind the crowd of drivers finding their cars…. Funny how I didn't remember this part from last year, or any of the years before it.

Anyways, I scanned the crowd, looking for the brown-haired guy in the crowd.  It's funny how you never realize that there are so many people in one place until you're looking for someone.

"Oh my God! Squall! What're you doing here?!" I heard a really ditzy voice shriek amongst the crowd.

That voice…. I recognized it from somewhere…. Hm…. Oh yeah! I know who it was…. But I didn't- and still don't- want to know who it was. Sheryl Mears, the town slut.  She doesn't like me because of…. Well…. It doesn't really matter. The point is that she doesn't like me and I don't like her. That's it and that the end of the story.

Moving past the squeaky interruption, I continued to search for the cheeky bastard in the sea of people…. And I found him. Woohoo! Score: Him:0; Me:1. Heh!  It's a great way to start the day.

I calmly made my way over to him…. Only to realize who it was standing next to him…. And currently hugging him.  Fuck! Why her of all people?!

I was about to walk away before I saw the look on his face. Pure terror and disgust! Hah! I could've sworn I saw the words, "Help me please! Get her off of me!" written across his face.

"Hey! Rinoa! Help me please!" I heard him call out, as I was about to leave the horrific scene laid out before my virgin eyes.

"Rinoa?!" I heard her yell out my name with pure venom dripping from her voice as she let go of him.  Great, just fucking great.

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A/N: It took me so long to write this and it turned out all weird. It may have been crappy, but it was necessary. Anyways, I know I haven't been a good little author, but please be a good reviewer and review. I love you all! (In THAT way… Nah. I'm just joking. Hehhehhehheh)

P.S: Oh yeah! I forgot! I DON'T own the movie Miss Congeniality or Sandra Bullock… I still wonder why…. NOT!