Okay, I just decided that I'd tell you right now that yes, this story is a highschool fic, but for the most part, it will have very little to do with highschool. It's more about two people who are about to find out that there's so much more to life than what they thought. I'll only write a little bit of the highschool parts in here and there, just where it makes sense. And yes, this story does basically revolve around Yuna and Tidus! Okay, enough said then. (By the way, I decided to change the title because I want this to be a more serious fiction, and I thought it needed a more serious title!) Anyway, chapter three is here, enjoy! (By the way, after this chapter, things will start going really fast!)
Chapter 3: On the Screen
"This is the most exciting day of my life!" Rikku squealed from the back of Seymour's car as they sped closer to the Blitzball dome, "Seymour, you rock!"
"I know, I know," Seymour just said, as Yuna shifted uncomfortably as Seymour wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
Yuna just sighed, and looked longingly out the window, wishing that she hadn't given in to her cousin's worthless dream of dating this mysterious star player.
Rikku had been quite right: Gaining permission from Braska hadn't been a difficult task at all.
"You're going to a what?" he had said to Yuna, as she had explained to her father that she was planning on attending the game.
"I'm going to a Blitzball game tomorrow. Is that alright with you?" Yuna had repeated herself.
"Alright? Of course not!" Braska had roared, "You should have something better to do with your time than go see some stupid game. Like go prepare yourself for school or something."
"Oh...But that's too bad..." Yuna had then said, "I guess I'll just have to cancel my date with Seymour..."
"Wait a minute," Braska seemed startled, "You're going to the game with...Seymour?"
"Yes. Seymour invited me to the game, and I accepted," Yuna had said, rolling her eyes, not believing that it meant that much to her father that Seymour and her got connected. Shouldn't it matter more that Yuna actually liked whoever it was she was dating? Not that she necessarily liked Gippal...
"Well, Seymour is different," Braska then said, "Of course you can go with him. And stay out as late as you want! Just know that I probably won't be back from my meeting. I guess I'll just have to tell Kimhari not to worry about watching over you..."
Kimhari was a Ronso, someone that Braska trusted to watch over his daughter whenever he was away. Kimhari was a great and very dear friend of Yuna's, being that he had watched over her for as long as she could remember.
"Well, okay then, Father, I'll see you later!" Yuna had given her father a polite little peck on the cheek, and walked casually out of the room, almost wishing her father hadn't allowed her to go, even if it had been with Seymour.
Now Yuna was looking over at Rikku with a disgusted look on her face as Seymour tried to slide closer to her.
"Hey Seymour!" Rikku interrupted Seymour's attempt to slide closer by sticking her head down the middle between the two seats in the front, "Where exactly are we sitting, anyway?"
Seymour's eyes rolled, and he looked at the Al Bhed somewhat disgustedly.
"I am not to be seen with an Al Bhed," he said snottily, "So you will be sitting in the back row of seats, away from me. Yuna and me, however, will be sitting in my father's box, which is perfect viewing of the sphere."
"Wait a minute!" Yuna cried before Rikku even had a chance to protest, "If Rikku doesn't come with, then I'm not coming with. I'm only doing this for Rikku!"
"Yeah! Yunie's only doing it for me!" Rikku moaned, glad to get her protest in.
"Well, you either do as I say, or neither of you," Seymour grinned to himself, "Will get these!" Seymour whipped out two slips of paper out of his pocket, waving them in front of Rikku's face.
"No way!" Rikku gasped, as her eyes grew wide at the papers, "You were invited to the after-party!" Rikku let out a loud squeal, "I'm going to get even closer to that player than I thought!"
"Oh no you aren't!" Yuna cried, "Seymour, turn this around right now! I'm not going to spend my time at the game alone with you!'
"Please Yunie, puh-lease!" Rikku cried, her hands in a prayer-like fold, "Please! Please! Pretty puh-lease!"
"No!" Yuna just cried.
"And what do you expect to tell your father?" Seymour asked, his voice startling Yuna.
"The truth! That you're a total slime!" Yuna cried, feeling angry at both Seymour and her selfish cousin.
"Come on Yunie! Just a little bit! It'll be fun! I promise!" Rikku continued to beg, "You'll be invited to my wedding! You can even be in my wedding!"
Yuna's eyes rolled. It was just like her cousin to truly believe that she was going to meet that Blitzball player, and even marry him.
"Fine, but if Slimeball here tries anything," Yuna said, not looking at either of them, and definitely not feeling bad about calling Seymour names right in front of his face, "I swear, I'll be out of there so fast..."
"Fine, it's all agreed, right Seymour?" Rikku asked, looking at Seymour imploringly.
"Alright," Seymour said, but through gritted teeth, as he pulled into his own special parking place right next to the dome, "Here's your ticket Flit." He handed Rikku her ticket.
"Don't call her that!" Yuna cried, as Rikku looked somewhat disgusted. A Flit was a bad term for Al Bheds.
"I'll meet you two at the gates to the party!" Rikku squealed, as she ran toward the entrance to the dome, "I owe you one Yunie!"
"No, you owe me like five hundred million, ba-gillion," Yuna just mumbled to herself as Seymour held the door open for her.
"Okay, this way," Seymour said, leading Yuna through some corriders, and finally opening a door.
The box that Seymour had was nice, and had a wonderful view of the sphere, with some screens showing different areas of the sphere pool.
"The game will be starting soon," Seymour said, as he sat down, looking quite unhappy.
Looking upset, Yuna took a seat as far away from Seymour as she could manage, and crossed her arms, staring out toward the sphere, looking quite unhappy also.
"You know," Seymour said after some time of silence, "I don't understand what you're doing dating a flit instead of me.
"That flit is ten times better than you'll ever be." Yuna just replied angrily.
"Even though he attepts to touch you every time you're with him," Seyour replied.
"Oh, and you don't?" Yuna just said sarcastically, as Seymour shot her a glare. Still, it was true. Gippal had a terrible habit of always putting Yuna in somewhat...Uncomfortable positions. Positions that Rikku probably would like and could handle. Biting her lip, for she was feeling guilty for the first time, Yuna could only continue staring at the sphere pool. It hadn't been right of her to steal Rikku's longtime crush, but she had to do it. Even if she truly didn't care about Gippal the way Rikku did, Yuna knew she still had to do it. Just like she had to be on this date that she was on right now.
"You know, your father has commented to my father millions of times on how he thinks we should hook up," Seymour said, making Yuna want to slap him. How dare he bring her father into the conversation. Seymour continued blabbing, making Yuna feel even worse.
"My father, as well as yours, says that if we hooked up, it would be great for all of Spira, not to mention all of Yevon. Lord Jyscal Guado's son, hooked up with Lord Braska's daughter Yuna. It could definitely be good for all of Spira."
"Looks aren't everything," Yuna said coldly, "Neither is social status."
"Apparently that's how you must think," Seymour said, "After all, you hang out with flits, and you date flits also."
Yuna wanted to call him something, like Half-Breed, or Mut, or something, being that he was the son of a Guado man and Human woman. Still, she bit her tongue, deciding that such words would only bring her to his level.
"By the way, Yuna," Seyour then said, quite casually in fact, "Do you want something to drink? You name it, I can get it. Perhaps some wine?"
"Great, he wants to get me good and drunk," Yuna thought coldly to herself.
"Naw, I'm not the least bit thirsty, nor hungry," Yuna replied cooly.
"Alright then," Seymour just said, as he rang a little bell that was underneath the table, "I'll order you the same as me, just in case you do get thirsty. You see, not only am I much more powerful than your flit of a boyfriend, but I'm also much more wealthy. I can get you anything you want."
Seymour ordered two wine coolers casually, and Yuna found herself flinching at how easily an eighteen-year-old was ordering alcohol, especially when it was his own father who had changed the drinking age to twenty-one.
The sphere began to fill then, and Yuna was amazed at how excited everybody was. Even Seymour seemed to be more excited than she was. Yuna vaguely saw Rikku across the dome from her, far away, jumping wildly.
The game was about to start, and Seymour had already sucked down two wine coolers, moving onto his third, still leaving Yuna's, just in case.
"What a gentleman," Yuna thought to herself sarcastically, deciding that for now, she was going to do her best to enjoy herself, and pray that Seymour simply passed out or something.
She could tell Seymour was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, being that he was babbling on about something, slurring as he talked. She just hoped that it got strong enough to make him pass out, and quickly. She had no idea how much he could drink, though, before getting to that stage.
"So Yuna," Seymour was now saying, although Yuna was only somewhat listening to him, "How come you don't hang out with my crowd? Dona said you two used to be best friends."
"People change," Yuna replied simply, staring at the sphere as it filled up, watching the people go wild.
"You got something against us?" Seymour managed to say, as he finished his third, and ordered another one. The server just shook his head, and quickly brought Seymour a fourth.
"How come you don't wear shorter skirts like your friend the flit?" Seymour was now asking, not even caring that Yuna was no longer replying to his worthless questions, "Your legs are much sexier than hers."
He scooted himself closer to her, and Yuna felt herself sigh. She had really been hoping he would just pass out. She had found herself strangely growing somewhat excited for the game, and truthfully was even looking forward to the after party, being that she had always had a strange fondness for Blitzball, but her father would never allow her to watch it or play it.
As long as Seymour didn't make a fool out of himself when he was drunk like Gippal did, that was all that really mattered to Yuna now, as the announcer had begun to announce the players of the opposite team.
Suddenly Yuna felt some pressure on her thigh, and looked down to see that Seymour had placed his hand there, his long fingers trailing down to her knee. His other arm was then stretching around her shoulders.
She froze, not knowing what to do or to say. If he was drunk, she didn't know what he would do.
"Thank Yevon I hate wine coolers," Yuna thought to herself, not wanting to think what would happen if she was drunk too.
She stole a glance over at the door to see that it was shut, only to hear Seymour chuckle.
"Do I make you nervous?" he asked her, a weird smile on his face. He bent down and kissed her bare shoulder, and then started kissing her neck.
"Hey!" Yuna cried, shoving him away from her, "You little..." She couldn't finish. She had looked up at the screen directly ahead of her, only to see a familiar smiling face.
"And here's the Bevelle Brutes' Star Player....TIDUS!" the announcer was screaming, and Yuna stared into the two familiar blue eyes of the young man on the screen.
"No way!" Yuna said softly, "It can't be...He's the one who hit me!"