Disclaimer: In case you're wondering, I don't hate Yuffie. This is just her character in the story.

Chapter Two:

Vincent walked into the bathroom after his third class to have a cigarette. Leaning against the wall, he pulled out a smoke, lit it and stuck it in his mouth. Usually other guys didn't care if he was smoking in there, other than the suckups. Just then, the door opened, and Vincent took the cigarette from his mouth. It was Cloud. "Oh, hey Cloud," he said. Cloud nodded, going into one of the stalls. Vincent put the cigarette back into the corner of his mouth. "Gosh, how can you stand that smell?" Cloud asked from inside the stall. Vincent shrugged even though he knew Cloud couldn't see him. "Try not to breathe, Cloud," he said. Cloud came out of the stall and walked over to the sink. "Smart idea, Vincent," he said, washing his hands. Vincent smirked. Cloud dried his hands. "You wanna come down with me and Tifa to the Seventh Heaven after school?" he asked.

Vincent shrugged. "I've gotta go to work, make up for last week." Vincent worked with cars, fixing them and stuff. (You get the idea.)

"What happened last week?"

"I wasn't there." He lifted his ankle up and put out the cigarette with the bottom of his boot. "Oh, that sucks," Cloud said. Vincent shrugged again. "I can make money," he said, walking out of the bathroom. Cloud followed. Just then, Yuffie Kisagari came bouncing down the hall. She had a HUGE crush on Vincent for 5 years. Vincent sighed. "Great.." he said, walking the other way towards his next class. Its not that he hated her, its just that she took it way too far. She hung up pictures of him in her locker, and followed him all the time. "Vincent, wait up!" she called, running to his side. She smiled.

"Yes?" Vincent said. "Oh come on, Vinny! You gotta put a smile on your face! Stop being so sad," said Yuffie.

"Please don't call me Vinny. I don't and never will respond to that name."

"Sorry, Vinny- oops, I mean, Vincent. You wanna walk home with me after school?"

"I got work. Sorry."

"Well at least give me a smile!" She pinched his cheek. Vincent sighed, pushing her hand away gently. "I gotta go now, but I'll see you later!" Yuffie said, bouncing away. Vincent sighed in relief. "She REALLY likes you, huh?" Cloud said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Vincent just walked away.

"Damnit!" Vincent said, taking his hand away from the engine. He just burned himself. He shook it off and continued to fix the client's car. "Can't you just replace the engine?" the owner of the car, a guy named Jay, asked. Vincent sighed. He'd been nagging him ever since he got here. "Okay, I'm just trying to fix the car right now. I know what I'm doing, trust me," Vincent said, continuing to indulge himself in fixing the car. Jay scoffed and sat on a bench.

It took another 10 minutes for him to fix it. "You can go in and pay now," said Vincent, wiping his hands off with a rag. Jay walked into the office. Vincent closed the hood and walked into the office too. Right before Jay was about to leave, he said, "Hey, thanks." Vincent just walked off into the other room.

He wiped his face off with a rag. It was a dirty job sometimes. Then, his boss came into the room. His name was Reeve Tuesti. "Valentine, I need to talk to you," he said, sitting at the desk. "Okay," Vincent said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. Reeve sighed as though he had a headache. "What did we talk about not too long ago, Valentine? About treating our customers with respect?" he said. Vincent shook his head. "The guy was bugging me the whole half hour, like he was the freakin mechanic," he said.

"Thats not what its about. You need to treat our customers with respect, okay? It may not be in your blood, but.." Reeve then stood up, and approached Vincent. "Just do it because its your job, alright? And considering that its your job, you may want to do it because if not, you're fired," he said. Reeve walked out of the room. Vincent sighed. He'd been confronted about it before, but considering that Reeve and him were friends, Reeve didn't really want to let him go, but he would if it got worse. Vincent went out of the room to grab his stuff and leave.

When he got to his apartment, it was raining. Hard. Vincent's clothes were soaked, his hair was slick with water. He pushed the key into the door to his apartment, and opened it. It was dark. He flipped the switch for the light. The light was dim, and it blinked every once in a while like a dimestore lamp. He sighed and threw himself on the couch. He didn't have a TV. Standing up again, he walked up to his bedroom. Throwing his homework aside, he looked in the mirror. Some days he felt like punching it. 'I'll eventually break,' he thought to himself. He took off his wet shirt and threw it aside. He then opened the drawer where he kept his marijuana, and ice pipes. Taking the marijuana, he lit himself a joint and smoked every bit of it while sitting against his headboard.

Then one eventually lead to another, then another. He had 4 of them. He was so dizzy he couldn't see what was in front of him. It was like his breakdown. Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he picked up one of the four pictures he had left of his dad. Studying it, he sighed. He looked over at the clock, and couldn't tell whether it said 11:30, or 1:00, or 12:57. His eyelids felt heavy as he looked as his father's Turk picture. He closed his eyes, laying the picture down. He dropped the marijuana joint, and it burned the picture of his father until the joint had no more fire to give.