okay...lools...her's the chapter you've all been waiting for...sorry for the huge delay but i was recently pretty occupied typing out other stuff ...hahahahaha...anyway, i'll be sure to get this story over with in not more than a week...the ideas are all in my head, just need to get them typed...please do read on then...

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22

Caine stood up and dusted his shirt, "What are you lookin so retarded for?"

Seifer was flabbergasted, just standing there, his heart beating in his ears, "You're lying."

"Nope, I'm not at all. There is no reason for me to lie anyway, your name was not carved on his back…I swear I checked."

"And you fucking tell me I changed!" Seifer grabbed Caine's lapels.

Caine snorted, "Bullshit! I gave you a chance to change! Besides, I'm still giving you that chance!"

"Go to hell!"

"It's already occupied by you!" Caine spat.

Seifer pushed Caine against the wall, raising his fist, which Caine caught, "What is it, Seifer? Why are you mad? Tell me? Could it be you're jealous?"

"Shut up."

"Ah, you're in denial!" Caine chuckled dryly.

"Shut up." Seifer was preparing to launch another attack when Squall finally opened the door.

The blonde froze and Caine's eyes widened.

"I...don't understand…What's happened?" Squall asked, his voice full of confusion and surprise.

Seifer let go of Caine's shirt and stepped back, surprise at himself…he was actually beating his friend up…was his jealousy so blinding?

Caine laughed and wiped the blood seeping from the edge of his mouth, "Seifer was teaching me some self-defense lessons…"

Seifer frowned sadly, "I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's no problem at all. I asked for it." Cine chuckled and dusted his shirt, "I'll go home and freshen up."

Squall frowned, "Okay."

Seifer gritted his teeth, "We sure will miss you."

Caine laughed, his heart heavy…things were not going the way he had planned.

Squall frowned, "Is something the matter?"

"Nothing to concern yourself with, Squall." Caine shrugged and brushed past him, "See you guys later."

Seifer didn't want to look at the brunet.

All that he felt was anger inside…why was Squall so nice to Caine! Why did he tell Caine everything, but didn't tell him anything! Why was Squall so distant when it came to him, but he would laugh and agree with Caine!

"Seifer?" Squall whispered when Caine was gone.

"Nothing. Soooo sorry I hurt your love, okay? Don't gimme any sugar and I don't want a lecture."

Squall frowned, "But"

"I just want to be alone now, Squall."

The brunet sighed and nodded, turning and walking over to his own room…but the sound of shattering glass followed him there, making him glance over his shoulder at Seifer's closed door and wonder what the hell is going on.

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Squall answered his cell phone, "Hello?"

"It's Caine."

"Oh."

It's been three hours since he had shut himself in his room. He could barely hear the older brunet, the pounding of music shaking the whole apartment.

"What the hell…it's so noisy."

"Yeah I know." Squall replied.

"When did it start?"

"About half an hour ago."

There was a long pause, then Caine spoke up, "Squall…I think there is something you need to see…go into Seifer's room."

"He asked me to leave him alone…" Squall moaned.

"Just go. Open the door. Walk right in." Caine pressed.

"Okay." Squall frowned as the line went dead.

What was this all about?

Getting up, the brunet walked out of his room. It had started raining an hour ago, and the sky outside was overcast and dark, almost like an omen. The songs were almost deafening as Squall neared the blonde's room.

"Seifer?" Squall called, snorting because the blonde wouldn't hear him even if his life depended on it.

Opening the door, Squall walked in, but what he saw stopped him cold. He couldn't hear the music, or his heart, nothing except silence.

Seifer moaned, opening his eyes as the woman perched over his hips stopped fondling him through the fabric of his shorts and turned to look at the figure looming by the door.

"Squall…" the blonde whispered achingly, his heart squeezing at the sorrow in the depths of the grey eyes.

Squall whirled around, his body trembling and rushed to his room, but Seifer was faster and caught him by the door, "Squall…"

"Don't touch me!" Squall cried, "All those times you opened music…is this what you were doing!"

Jade eyes narrowed with regret but Squall didn't care anymore, he could barely think straight, "You kicked me out of your room for this! Why? Why, Seifer? Why?"

The girl was fully clad in some flimsy rags she called a dress and ran out of the house, Seifer's wallet in her hands, but neither of them cared at the moment. Seifer opened his mouth but no words came out.

Squall snorted, smiling bitterly, "You really don't love me, do you? It was all for a fling…were you going to treat me like her?"

"Squall…"

"No, I'm not saying anything…" the brunet pulled away and walked over to the door, "This is why Caine spent every moment with me…he didn't want it to hurt so bad when I found out…heh…it's so ironic though, because it doesn't seem to be helping…"

Tears trickled down Squall's cheeks and he ran out of the apartment, Seifer striding to the door, wanting to call out to the brunet, but what could he possibly say? He had hurt Squall in more ways than possible…

It rained harder, the sky dark with angry clouds. Squall's tears mingled with the rain drops as he continued to run, slipping and falling on all fours. Staying in that position for a while, the brunet cried…what was wrong with him? Why was he so sad? Why was he so hurt?

You love him…that's why…

Squall finally stood up, freezing to the bone; weary and spent.

Walking over he found himself by his college gates, however it was empty. He sat by the gate, feeling a little numb.

His cell phone rang and he picked up, his voice hoarse, alien to his ears, "Caine..."

"Squall...I'm so sorry..." there was a long pause, "...where are you? It sounds so fuzzy."

"I'm by the collage gates."

"What? All alone? Where's Seifer? What are you doing? I'm coming to get you."

Squall let the phone fall from his fingers to his laps and looked up to the sky... his eyes looked empty, his heart was empty, his life now without the blonde was nothing less than empty...

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so? how was it? good? just as expected?