CHAPTER THREE: JERKS AND PERKS
What the hell did that jerk Kinneas think he was doing? What, does he think I need him to get me a date; that I'm not capable of getting one on my own if I even wanted one in the first place? And like I'd ever go out—even to some stupid dance—with that stuck up, drama queen Rinoa, Seifer fumed internally, glaring at nothing in particular and scaring some of the shrimpy Sophomores (which he would have been very proud of had he been paying attention.)
He threw the weights he had just retrieved down on a nearby wrestling mat, hoping it would absolve some of his anger—it didn't. But perhaps what was about to happen next would.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" shouted an irritated Doebler, voice rising an octave in anger. How the hell did I get stuck with him as a bench partner again? Oh yeah, divine retribution, what a pain in the ass, Seifer thought sarcastically to himself.
"That almost landed on my foot!" Doebler continued to complain and Seifer found himself the one becoming irritated now.
What the hell? The weight didn't land anywhere near his foot; though I kinda wish it had..."Oops, missed," was Seifer's innocent reply as he sent a mirth filled smirk Doebler's way.
"You're going to pay for that, Almasy," Doebler threatened, his voice coming out as a harsh whisper, trying to sound intimidating and yet not wanting to be overheard by the teacher at the same time.
Seifer merely raised a blonde eyebrow mockingly. "What are you gonna do, Doebler, beat me up?" he asked with derision, drawing himself up to his full height and looking down upon Doebler questioningly. While Doebler was a Junior and on the football team, just like him, he was about four inches shorter and not even in the same league as Seifer when it came to muscles.
Doebler merely glared at him, hating him even more now that he had made fun of his attempt at a threat, calling his bluff (there was really no way that he would be able to beat Seifer up, or even pull one over on him; as he should very well know), before turning back to the bench and sitting down to resume his arm curls.
Stupid idiot. He thought that he could intimidate me, Seifer Almasy? Yeah right, Seifer scoffed, bending down to pick up the weights that he had thrown to the mats a minute ago and had, invariably, caused the whole ordeal with Doebler, not that he wouldn't have found some other thing to get mad at me for if I hadn't dropped them. I swear, he's almost as bad as Rinoa. And speaking of Rinoa, to think that that bastard Kinneas wanted me to take her to homecoming!
Somehow, his thoughts had led him, subsequently, back to Kinneas and the other 'ordeal' that had happened this period in P.E. Now that he thought about it, though, it was actually (Dare he admitt it?) kind of funny. To think, 'Princess' Rinoa wasn't able to find a date for herself. She had to have Kinneas do it for her. It's almost laughable, but...ugh...that means they must be friends...how revolting. The thought of anyone being friends with the spoiled brat (though he knew she had many) was somewhat confusing to Seifer. Who the hell would want to put up with her? He had learned from experience, himself, that she was better avoided.
The rest of the period passed by with no more 'incidents.' It wasn't quite as exciting as the first part of the period, but it went by fairly quickly and soon Mr. Holland (3 minutes before the bell would ring, as per usual) dismissed them to go change and get ready for their next (and last) class.
Seifer (as always) swore at the announcement; he hated his 6th hour. AP Chem. With Rinoa, enough said. And Quistis, stupid know it all. And Selphie (she really needs to lay off the Pixie Stix.) And last, but not least, Squall. Okay, so Squall isn't that bad. Sure,we kind of hate each other, but there's also a mutual respect (as lame as that sounds.) At least Leonhart is actually good at Chem, which is thankful, considering he's my lab partner and I never bother trying in that class (what's the use with that idiot Moore teaching it?) Why am I even taking the stupid class again? Hmm...that's a good question...
But, seeing as there was no point in lagging behind (it wouldn't make the class start any later, though maybe getting to class a bit late today wasn't such a bad idea; not that he needed another tardy to add to his already lengthy list), Seifer made his way down with the rest of the class to the bottom floor where the lockers were. He hastily made his way to the back, changing into his regular clothes and putting some more deodorant on before folding his P.E. attire and stuffing it, along with his shoes, into his sports locker.
Picking up his backpack, he headed out the locker room door and to the gym that lay beyond it. You were supposed to wait here until the bell rang and then go (at least that was what all of the teachers said), but Seifer had never been one to follow the rules. Besides, what was the point of waiting?
Glancing around to make sure that none of the teachers were watching (he could do without another detention thank you very much) he noticed Kinneas heading to Holland's office to receive his detention. Somehow, the thought of Irvine getting a detention pleased Seifer (almost enough so for him to forgive the poor bastard for trying to fix him up with Rinoa--Almost.)
With a satisfied smirk Seifer went through the exit doors and out to the five minute freedom called the 'passing period,' wondering, Why the hell they can't they make it so that it's actually a real period, fifty minutes long like the rest? as he let the doors slam shut, with a load clang, behind him.
Author's Note: Well, this one pretty much had Seifer. Still no Squall or Selphie. Don't worry, they should be coming up in the next chapter (remember, they're in the chemistry class, which is going to be next.) I hope you liked this chapter; still don't know where this story is going...oh well.