Swissy: Just get on with it!
Hieica: Meep! Fine then. Loser.
Anyway, onto the ficcie!
Hot Dogs and Hair Gel
Chapter Six
Zell was flustered. It had been weeks after his unfortunate meet with lightning, and whenever he looked at his project partner, he fumed. He hated being in debt. Especially if he was debted to some arrogant punk. How he wanted so much to just push Seifer off of a cliff and somehow save him so the debt was paid.
Or he could just let him fall to his doom.
The second solution was tempting, but Zell could never bring himself to do something like that. Besides, he needed his door to be locked at night. Zell couldn't bring himself to do that either. It's just a habit he never took a hold of. Of course, when he woke up that first morning and tried to open his door, he found he couldn't. At first, he thought it was broken, and almost mutilated it. Then he saw that it was locked. Which meant that someone came in and locked it, EVERY night. Which meant that someone watched him sleep, EVERY night. Zell decided to leave that though alone. Expecially if it was Seifer. Zell had no proof. It could be that library girl, or some concerned teacher.
Or it could be Seifer.
Zell shook his head. Yeah right, like that coldhearted jerk would ever do something KIND like that. The petite blonde huffed.
"...ell..."
Come on, Seifer is a total lughead.
"Zell."
He put his hand to his forehead. He really had no way of knowing, unless he asked. Which of course, was not happening anytime soon.
"ZELL!"
He jumped and fell ever-so-gracefully out of his seat. That's right! He had completely forgotten that he was sitting in class. He heard snickers erupt around him. "Um...what?"
Seifer, hanging around at the back of the room, accidentally let out a particular loud laugh. The instructor turned to him. "I assume you know the answer then, Almasy?"
He shrugged. "Hell no."
"Hell yeah. Detention, Almasy. Anyway, class.."
Seifer blinked. WHAT? He did NOT just get a detention. He was about to throw a fit when Zell shot to his feet.
"But, Instructor, Seifer and I gotta work on a project after class!" He said, interupting the class once again.
She smiled at him. "Really, Dincht? Wonderful. Detention for you too."
His eye twitched, but he sat down in defeat, even more in the clumps and more flustered than before. And, as usual, it was Seifer's fault he was in a bad mood.
A few giggles later, the bell rang. Zell and Seifer stayed in their seats. As if everyday for two months spent with eachother wasn't enough.
The instructor lady walked over to her announcement box thing and pressed a button. A few seconds later, a woman's voice spoke. "Yes?"
"Quistis, I have another detention group for you to watch, please. Do you have the time?"
"Who are our troublemakers this time?"
"Only two this time. Almasy and Dincht."
There was silence on the other end for a moment before an "I'll be right down" was heard.
While awaiting Quistis's entrance, the two teens seperated themselves as much as possible. Each sat on opposite sides of the room. The instructor found this to be quite annoying, especially because they were gorwling and glaring at eachother. She got so annoyed, in fact, that she stormed out of the room.
That's when Seifer finally spoke. "What an old hag. Someone's not in too good of a mood today," he snorted resentfully.
"Maybe she might be in a better mood if not for you. We coulda been outta here and at the beach by now." Zell said spitefully.
"Yeah, well.." Seifer kicked his feet up onto the desk in front of him, reclining and staring at the ceiling. "It's not my fault."
Zell snapped. "B-but! You're the one who got detention!"
"You're the one who spaced out and caused me to laugh at you."
"Well, you shouldn't have laughed!" Zell shot up.
"You shouldn't have spaced!" Seifer, still reclining, rose his voice.
Zell stomped over to Seifer and was about to kick the bench out from underneath Seifer(sure, it's built in, but this is Zell we're takling about) when the door opened. Zell paused mid-kick.
"Zell, drop your foot," Quistis said sternly.
He complied and meekly apologised to her. Seifer smirked.
"Almasy, stand up," Quistis commanded.
His smirk faded into a scowl. It was funny when Zell was being commanded, but commanding Seifer was just going too far. There is a certain line that shouldn't be crossed, and there Quistis went, crossing it.
"Anyway, you two, follow me," Quistis once again commanded.
Zell immediately went to her side and Seifer spent as long as possible to get there as well, all the while with an unattractive glare set on his face. Quistis tapped her foot, not impatiently but telling Seifer to hurry it up a bit as he overexaggerated his stretching of his arms. When Seifer was all stretched and could come up with anything else to do to prolong the time, he shuffled his feet over to the other two. Zell had a semi-sour look on his face, but said nothing.
They followed Quistis into her own classroom. The smaller blonde crinkled his nose at the site of it. It, in simply put words, was trashed. There were pieces of paper flying all over the place, benches were somehow overturned, some computers had fist marks through their screens. The walls were covered in Gaia knows what, but they were positively dripping with some goo-like substance.
Seifer walked over, stepping over a bench, and examined the computer with a hole through it.
"Looks like you did it, ne chicken-wuss?" He said, a smirk on his lips.
Zell turned bright red. "It was SO not me! I didn' even come near here today!"
Seifer went up to him and bore down upon him, suspicious eyes looking into Zell's. "Um, hello? Fist-print? What'd you do, throw a temper-tantrum? Your mommy didn't get you something you wanted? Hm?"
Zell fumed and his back was against the wall. He hadn't even noticed that he had slowly been backing up. Seifer's face got dangerously close to his. "You gonna cry now, chicken-wuss? Caught you in your little act?"
The smaller blondeglared up at Seifer, who only continued to smirk. Seifer put his hand on Zell's chin, mocking him. "The little baby going to throw another temper-tantrum, or is he scared?"
Zell didn't even know what the hell he was talking about now, but he was severely pissed off and feeling quite uncomfortable about the taller teen being soclose.
Quistis, coming to his rescue, cleared her throat, causing Seifer to look away and Zell abruptly pushed him away, another sour look on his face. "Flirt later, boys. I've got a job for you, remember? Detention, hello?"
Seifer merely shrugged and walked away. Zell was taken aback by the flirting comment, but if Seifer wasn't mad about it, then he shouldn't be either. Though it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Seifer leaned against a non-gooey part of the wall. "I don't even want to know how this all happened, but what does it have to do with us? I've got students to discipline, you do realize."
Quistis smiled innocently at him. "Well then, we shouldn't delay you any longer. You two are to make this room sparkle clean. I don't want to see one speck of dustin here, not one drop of goo.Afterward, Almasy, you can get right to disciplining."
Seifer glared at her and Zell gaped. After a moment of silence, Zell screamed.
"WHAT?"
Hieica: I am evil. I am so evil. So is Seifer. He's a sadistic little puppy, isn't he-pats Seifer on the head-
Swissy: O.o
Hieica: Ah yes, Hieica here is updating from the library. She had half of this typed up and then her computer exploded. Quite sad really. It's still not working yet either. -shakes head sadly- Hey, hey! What would you guys think if I did a one-shot of Laguna and Kiros? Yes, it will be entitled "The Manliness Scale"... yes, I can see it now... Guys, please don't stare at me like that? I realize I have problems, but whatever.
Also, I may have turned fifteen, but I am still too young to be writing about the nasty yet. Sorry, my yaoi loving readers. I promised myself that Iam not old enough to be thinking about this stuff yet.When I am sixteen though, is a whole different story...
-probably won't write yaoi ever, only shounen ai-
Um...yeah...what else? Hm...
Swissy: Review-dies-