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Summary: A three! How the hell was he a measly three!? Yzak confronts Flay regarding her obvious miscalculation. Sets a few days after "Generals". YF
WARNING! This fic is rated T-M. No explicit content, but may be highly suggestive and perverse.
A/N: So I wasn't satisfied with the original. It was a little too serious for my liking so I made some mild changes to the story to make it sillier. Why it took me this long, no idea. Enjoy and thank you for the support.
I apologize for bad grammar.
Status Report / So, About Us? (REVISED)
"Did you hear? Meyrin has confirmed it. Auel's a seven."
"I knew it! I knew it! Gosh, I'm so jealous! Auel's cute too. Meyrin's lucky. So are they together now?"
"No. No. I heard it was only a one time thing."
"What, how come? If he's that good in bed then she should hurry and snag him before someone else does..."
Great... Girls and their stupid gossips... Yzak rolled his eyes, bored. Furthermore, a number system to rate guys in bed? He hadn't expected girls in their school to be a bunch of perverts.
Had he known in advance to which he'd end up having to wait in the same hall as these chatterbox, it was possible that he would have rescheduled his appointment with the school counselor Mr. Le Creuset to another time. But he hadn't predicted this; no concept of it whatsoever. He would have stood up, spun around and leave already if it weren't for the fact he'd been waiting in line for a whole hour and a half.
"Hmm.,. Maybe she's still keeping herself open for an eight or a nine. You know, nice face, great abs, perfect chest, beautiful glutes?"
"You mean like Athrun or Yzak? I imagine they'd be pretty sexy considering how competitive those two are."
"Nah. Athrun definitely but not Yzak. Don't know when they did it, but Flay says Yzak's actually a three."
"Shush... not so loud... He's sitting just right over there."
"Oh, sorry."
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A three? ... A three! ... How the hell was he a measly three and less sexy than Athrun!?
Headed for their next class after lunch, Yzak Joule and Dearka Elsman walked across the open bridge that connected building one to building two.
It was cool out, especially on the third floor. The wind whipped their hair and tugged at the edges of their blazers. The sky offered bulging clouds, packed with rain; and it doesn't take a genius to know it would rain in less than an hour.
Dearka's eyebrows elevated when he glanced down at the school garden. "Oh, looks like Flay's surrounded by guys again today," Dearka announced causing Yzak to get a good look at this scene too.
His gaze narrowed as jealousy washed over him. Yzak would never have believed it of himself. But the truth was hard to ignore— especially while staring at Flay.
A week ago, he would hardly have stopped to watch her. Yzak frowned suddenly; no, that was not true. Last week, he just would not have cared as much that Flay Allster was always surrounded by men, but still couldn't help noticing her. For one, she was like a dim bulb. That rich red hair of hers blazed so brightly; there might as well have been imaginary arrows overhead to point her out.
Two, she stood out too much and he could keep her in sight merely by following the path of turned male heads, though she hadn't attempted to drastically alter her appearance or anything of that sort to purposely draw attention to herself. Hell, just by looking at her, any man could all but gawk at that pretty face and scandalous figure.
No one should be able to look as seductive in drab school uniform as she did in black lace underwear. But somehow, Flay managed it. The pink dress-shirt with tie, dark wool vest, and grey blazer all clung to her full breasts, defining a body made to drive any decent man perverted. Then there was that damn knee-high skirt that seemed to tease him as it swayed in the breeze, revealing and then concealing those firm cream thighs at the same time.
Flay shook her soft hair back from her face. Yzak continued to run his eyes over her as he gripped tightly on the metal railings of the third floor.
"So, guess... this... kinda confirms that you and Flay simply had a one-night stand, huh? Too bad," Dearka added. "...sex mustn't have been that good..."
But it was that good!
And Yzak gritted his teeth. He already had a couple of long, sleepless nights, thanks to memories of Flay, the sex and the kisses they had shared on the moonlit lake. Now add this with the shock and humiliation of finding out Flay didn't think he was good enough!?
Just because everyone thinks she's undeniably hot doesn't give her the right to lie and make-up numbers about him!
"Hey Yzak, you okay?"
Taking no more of these indefinite shit, Yzak cursed to himself then shoved his books at Dearka, leaving those with the baffled blond, while he stormed off with long purposeful strides toward the stairwell to correct situation himself.
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After finishing her meal, she handed the tray back to one of her admires to have the wastes disposed in the nearest trash bin, and then leaned back beneath the large oak tree. The boy emptied the tray containing a sandwich wrapper, a plastic spoon and a fruit cup, before humbling settling down to rejoin the rest of the male population.
Flay un-crossed then crossed her legs again and looked up the heavy clouds with a sigh. Bad weather. It was going to rain again, and she was so damn tired of the rain. It always made her think of indoors, classrooms, and long boring days.
"Here is your smoothie, Flay. It's made with fresh strawberries, bananas, orange juice and nonfat frozen yogurt served in tea glass complete with an umbrella and a bendy straw, exactly how you've ordered it," another boy presented eagerly, snapping her out from her thoughts.
Flay smiled at him. "Thank you, Arnold. You are so dependable."
The brunet's smile widened and warmed. "Anything for you Flay."
And that was when Yzak suddenly showed up causing Flay and her love-struck fans to blink once-twice with both confusion and surprise on all of their faces. The school's renowned woman-hater, Yzak Joule, seriously? Here was a serious man, someone who always demanded respect and notability; someone who always did things with a cause. This certainly wasn't his usual playground so what business did he have here?
Glancing at Yzak, Flay looked at him through amused blue-grey eyes.
"Are you lost?" She asked with a chuckle. Anyway, this was probably the first question in everyone's mind right at the time.
Yzak responded by glaring back at her with his sharp blue ones. "Of course not!" He retorted. Then his hand swept out as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up. All eyes followed the commotion as he efficiently half-dragged her across the yard; Yzak glared back only once at everyone else. "If you have any sense of self preservation, you'll scatter!"
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"Ahh..."
Flay kept on her feet.
Yzak lead them into a small narrow path between building two and building three, ignoring the bell that signified the end of everyone's lunch break. Then before prying his hand loose from hers, he had decisively pinned her back against the brick wall, her eyes to his chin, his height loomed over her, but he didn't make her nervous and this was no surprise to Flay.
She had the distinct feeling that in spite how aggressive Yzak may act and look, he wouldn't be foolish enough to hurt her. As if just the mention of sex had him blushing like a schoolboy only a week ago wasn't proof enough. In truth, she was intrigued to know the reason why Yzak felt the need to isolate them in the first place.
Flay looked up at Yzak's angered face, her own confident and smiling, then she froze when he punched a fist into the wall behind her and she saw the sheer hurt in his eyes. But before he could actually begin, as it turns out, Flay realized Yzak had accidentally cut his hand from ramming it too hard on a protruding brick.
"Fuckin—! Shit..." Yzak's brows snapped together in a sudden scowl as the wound began to bleed.
And although, Flay knew she shouldn't, watching him made her laugh. How terribly uncool of him.
"Oh, poor baby. Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"Yes," he growled.
Flay withdrew with a blush. It wasn't like she was serious. However the atmosphere in the alleyway was suddenly full of the hot jitters, and they were both silent for a few moments until Yzak took a deep breath, squatted down, busied himself by pulling out his handkerchief, bandaging his own wound.
Flay slanted over. "Do you need help?" She asked, though it would seem he didn't; he was perfectly capable of doing it on his own.
"Was it that bad?" He began instead.
"Hmm?" Flay watched Yzak finish-up.
Clenching his injured hand, Yzak snapped, glaring up at her over his shoulder. "The sex! The sex! Was it really that bad? How can you go around sprouting lies that I'm a three when I clearly recall you screaming my name in pleasure!?"
Flay sweat-dropped while Yzak continued.
"… Moaning how good I felt inside you!?"
Time dragged and Flay leaned back on the wall and tucked her hands behind her, looking away. Awkward..., she thought. How was she to tell him she had been faking it from mid to end just so not to hurt his feelings? Admittedly, she was intrigued by Yzak at beginning. His face was like a delightful open-book which was what drew her to him. But during the long run, she realized she had been doing all the work and Yzak was like a rabbit: white, sensitive, innocent, adorable— not exactly hotness factor for guys at all. Because men were a lot sexier when they lead, in her opinion anyway. Funny, how things turned out. She always assumed Yzak was a take-charge type of guy.
They stayed like that for a moment with Yzak watching her. While they've been there, the sun had disappeared.
Yzak narrowed his eyes impatiently. "Well? Go ahead and admit I'm a ten!"
Flay frowned. "I can't... I don't remember."
"The hell you don't!" Yzak rose to his feet, angry movements. "This is my reputation at stake here, not yours!"
Flay tried hard not to think about getting caught for missing class.
She shrugged. "I just really don't— what are you doing?" She asked instead, staring at him in disbelief. He was loosening his tie, unbuckling his belt!
"What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm going to make you remember!" He scowled.
"Wha— Now? Here?"
"I didn't hear you complaining when we were doing it on raw dirt!"
"That was diff—"
Yzak didn't give her the chance to finish, but gripped her shoulders and yanked her towards him as he pressed their lips together and kissed her. Flay felt herself blushing at his new found courage, but her mind rebelled against her body, and she pushed against him.
"Yzak…."
Yzak took a step forward so that their bodies pressed even closer together. Her back was up against the wall.
"Just be quiet and pay attention."
He lowered his head so that his mouth skimmed the hollow of her throat and continued to the V of her collar. His hair brushed the side of her face, tickled the underside of her chin.
Oh! Flay opened her mouth, still planning to give him an argument about how they shouldn't be doing this in school, but then his fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse and his mouth covered hers again.
When his hands slipped inside her vest to cup her breasts, embarrassing as it was to admit, she felt an unwelcome jolt of desire and she wanted him more than anything. The wall was hard and cool against her back; Yzak was hard and hot.
His and her blazers landed on the floor.
"When I'm through with you," he breathed in her ear. "You'd be wanting me for yourself."
And she couldn't help but respond to it. Couldn't help but thrill at the sound of him challenging her in that way. It was laughable and erotic and almost… intimate and genuine.
"Mmm… pretty big talk for someone who was a virgin 'til last week," She dared to whisper back then locked her arms around him and dropped her hands down to cup his buttocks, holding on as he sunk his leg between her thighs. And it didn't seem to matter that they were getting kinky beside an empty dumpster or the fact it began to drizzle.
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Later. On a third floor classroom near a window that overlooked the alleyway, Miguel Aiman frowned and sighed with a mix of boredom, dull envy and frustration as he caught sight of a familiar couple skipping class while getting all hot and steamy under the rain.
Geez... Why won't those two get a room? He couldn't all but thought. Good thing Heine isn't here to see this.
**End
Happy Valentines Day everyone! ;)
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The day after.
Flay walked to school as usual when several admires rushed to greet her at the front gate with boxed candies and flowers in tow. Flay felt concern rise. Oh dear, was there a special occasion? What on earth was the date today? It was impossible to avoid the conclusion.
Then carrying the largest bouquet of pink and red roses like prince charming only without a steed was Heine Westenfluss.
Swiftly, the suave man overtook front row and got down on one knee at the exact moment Yzak arrived at the gate.
"My goddess—"
Yzak's hand grabbed hold of Flay's as he came and went.
"Idiots, don't bug my girlfriend."
**End 02/14/2013(05/28/2013)
A/N: Should I change the rating to M?