One Chance:

Yuna's Pov:

Were my jeans too loose?

Did I have enough mascara on?

Were my heels too short? Too high?

Was my top too white? Maybe I should have went for a brown or apricot...

I was walking really fast and didn't realize someone heading in my direction at the same pace.

Or a beige...

She had a cup of orange juice in her hand, almost running but not looking where she was going.

Or maybe a--

Click, click! SNAP! Splash!

The girl walking towards me had knocked into me and spilled her orange juice all over her sheer white crop top, tripping over the flare of my jeans and cracking the heel of her four-inch sandals in half. All it took was one look at her slick, dark super-tight high ponytail to realize it was Dona, the bitch that's been pissed at me since she found out that I made out with her almost-boyfriend in fifth grade. Now look at her: Senior year and she still can't forgive and forget.

How immature.

"My shoes!" She shrieked, cradling her ruined sandal in her hands as she examined the damage, her once four-inch stillettos now two-inch. And knowing Dona, instead of cracking the other one so it was the same length like another girl would do, she'd have some spare pair in her locker somewhere.

"Your fault," I accused breezily, examining my French manicure for signs of damage, but found none. I had come out without a scratch.

Just like always.

"But now you have something to match that spray tan of yours," I continued, noticing that she had refreshened her fake tan over break and looked oranger than ever. But by now, her shirt was even more orange from the juice stain. "You might wanna try rubbing it in next time."

And with that as my last word, I was gone. Dona may have thought she was some queen, but nobody can dish out an insult like me.

Nobody.

"And you might wanna try getting changed with a light on tommorow morning!" Dona called back after I had left.

That was pathetic.

Tidus' POV

That chick sure got some nerve. All you have to do is bump into somebody, and already the girls are all over you.

What a great way to start out the day.

I got to class early today. That's a new one. Wakka, my new Besaidian friend with the wacky orange hair, waved me over. I sat down next to him, less than oblivious to the many female stares boaring into my back. I was used to being the headline of most conversations, because I always somehow made it into the gossip columns in the newspaper or on this popular blog that everyone in Zanarkand seems know about.

(Rikku's blog, perhaps?)

"I heard him and that girl, Yuna, were like, making out in one of those empty classrooms on the lower level," one girl whispered to another.

"Well, I heard Tidus was kicked out of his old school on the Upper West Side. You know, for like, being accused of date-rape last year?"

If I've learned one thing about gossip, it's that whether the rumors were true or false, the worse thing you can do is say anything about it. Just keep quiet and you'll come out alright.

"Hey, brudda," Wakka said, holding up his long, grown out bang op top of his head. "You have any kind of handkerchief or something?"
I wouldn't know why he would need it, but I dug around inside my pocket until I found an old blue bandanna that I never wore anymore, but happened to be in my jeans this morning.

"Thanks, man," He said after I had handed it to him, and he tied it behind his head, his bang sticking up straight in a wierd, curved spike.

How bizzarre.

"Did you meet that girl I told you about?" He asked me. I guess he was talking about Yuna because he's the one who warned me about her in the first place.

"Yeah," I grimaced and looked down at my expensive leather jacket. I was kind of cold to her. And isn't it somewhat judgemental to turn somebody down for a date after hearing something about her from someone else? I let myself get caught up in the web of gossip floating around this school, and I felt horrible.

"Grade A slut," Wakka confirmed, shaking his head. "She's slept with so many guys, I think she's moving to girls next."

I would have agreed just to keep conversation going with Wakka and I didn't want to offend him because he's my first friend here, but that'd be unfair to Yuna.

"She didn't seem that bad," I mused, remembering her beautiful bi-colored eyes and gorgeous smile.

"--Yet," Wakka corrected, lifting a finger warningly. "Trust me, brudda, you don't wanna get involved with her, ya?"

"Yeah, you're right," I mumbled. She did seem in a hurry to go out with me. Maybe it was best I kept my distance for a little while.

"...Aaaand, speak of the devil," Wakka and I turned to look at none other than Yuna strutting down the gap of space between my row and the adjacent one. All the males watched her ass sway from left to right slowly as she continued down the aisle while the girls looked on enviously. She stopped at my desk and stooped down to whisper in my ear.

"My offer still stands if you change your mind," she purred, running her tongue over my earlobe suggestively. She straightened herself back up and continued her sexy saunter after running her fingertips over my shoulder blade to and to my cheek, leaving me in the midst of all the jealous glares coming from the guys.

"Lucky," one of them mouthed.

I grinned, but it slowly faded once I turned to look at Wakka who gave me an angry I-told-you-so stare. I shrugged innocently.

"Damn, she fine, ain't she?" A red-haired guy sitting behind me said in my direction.

"I guess," I replied, not wanting to be rude on my first day but wishing he would stop talking to me.

"Come on. You have to admit it, man," He coaxed. "Hot body, cute face..."

"Shutup, Bickson," Wakka spat, revealing his name.

He just rolled his eyes and shifted in his seat to talk to somebody else. Wakka had that effect on people.

You know, like making them not want to talk to him?

The bell rang and a man about fourty entered the room, carrying a brown briefcase. He had on shades, even though we were inside and a deep red coat, even though it was eighty degrees outside.

"Okay, class, take a seat," He commanded. "I am your new teacher, your other one, Mrs. Johnson, just had a baby. My name is Auron and I'll be teaching you English from now on."

Yuna's Pov

While this new teacher droned on and on about the wonders of a dictionary, I was talking to Lulu and Rikku. They are still cracking up about the incident this morning.

"Oh my God, did you see how he tensed up like that?" I whispered. They both started to giggle.

"I know, right? He's so gonna reconsider," Rikku reassured me, scribbling something with her trademark orange fuzzy pen on a piece of paper. Lulu had a black one just like it, and I had a pink one. We've had them since Freshman year, and we bought them because that was the year we were all finally in the same classes.

"What're you writing?" Lulu asked, craning her neck to read Rikku's girlish cursive.

"Shh, shh, wait," Rikku finally finished, balled up the paper and chucked it at Tidus' blonde head. He flinched then stooped down to pick it up. From behind him, I could read what Rikku had written.

"You know you want us."

Tidus turned around when Wakka wasn't looking and sent all three of us a flirtatious smile, his eyes lingering on my chest a little longer than they should have. I made a point of leaning foward and tugging my top down a little to reveal the top of my breasts, then blew him a kiss.

Tidus' Pov

Before I could anticipate it, Wakka slapped me upside my head and then glared at me again.

"Dude, you're not supposed to like them, remember?" He whispered urgently, looking back at the giggling girls then back at me.

"So that means you're entitled to like atleast one of them, right?" I hinted, cocking an eyebrow. Wakka blanched. "Don't think I don't see you ogling that chick with the pale skin and black hair."

"That's...that's different!" Wakka declared. "Lulu's not a tramp like Yuna and Rikku."

"Right..." Bickson joined in, rolling his eyes. "Like that mile of clevage she has just SCREAMS innocent..."

"I have a solution," I began sarcastically. "Why don't you just ask her out? Maybe that'll clog the line of drool coming from your mouth."

Wakka absentmindedly swiped his hand across his chin.

Bickson cracked up.

"Okay, okay, fine," He sighed, defeated.

After school:

Bickson and I gave Wakka a encouraging shove, pushing him in Lulu's direction while we waited for him to make a move.

"Hey Lu," He greeted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Hi Wakka," she smiled, as Rikku and Yuna went off to leave them alone.

"I was wondering...hoping...that, you know, if you'd go out with me?" He winced, knowing that he indeed did sound as lame as he thought.

"Um..sure," She smiled a purple-lipsticked smile.

"Well, great!" Wakka couldn't contain his grin. "I'll stop by your house later tonight."

"I'd like that," Lulu gave him one last smile, then turned to join Yuna and Rikku.

Yuna's Pov

We were praying to Yevon that the guys didn't hear us as we squealed as loud as we could, flapping our wrists girlishly. Which from Lulu, that was a very rare occasion.

"Oh my God, I can't believe he finally asked me out," Lulu sighed dreamily, looking up at the sky as she leaned against my car. "We're going out tonight."

"Then we sooo have some serious grooming to do," Rikku declared.

And when Rikku says "grooming" you know she means business.

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