Hey everyone!! I'm sorry for the delays... but I've got everything under control now!! I hope. :D

Anyways, you guys know I don't own Final Fantasy right?? Good!! Good doggy...

This chapter's for qwerty91, whose reality (and bills) start soon. Good luck, qwert, in everything!

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-Chapter Two-

"Hey, freak!"

I flinched slightly when Rory, a huge basketball player (star of the team, but don't let him hear you say that unless you want an earful of crap consisting of every single block and shot he made in the last few games against the other schools for the championship), stepped in front of me, his cheerleader girlfriend giving me superior looks. I glanced at her swiftly – huh. It was Lauren this week – then turned away, already heading to one of my other routes. I knew the school like the back of my hand, having had to avoid many people all through it to now. But Rory stopped me with a wave at one of his weedy (not so weedy as he was muscular, but you get what I mean) sidekicks. I glanced up at him expressionlessly, and said in an undertone, "If you don't want to get into trouble, you'll let me pass."

I could give them trouble, but that would gain attention to myself. Because, you see, I am very experienced in martial arts. Plus gravity always seemed to favour me – I used that to my advantage. Once that threat was real – I would want to, but Vanille and Snow would caution me against it – but now it was the same thing I said to them every time things like this happened.

Hence their answer.

"Ooh, I'm so afraid, little Lightbulb," Marco – the weedy dude – mocked, rolling his eyes for emphasis. Everyone around me laughed. I didn't answer, having perfected my mask throughout my life. But the smart-ass remark never made it out my mouth.

"Yeah, you should be, Marco," a voice said from behind me. I turned to see Vanille and Lebreau standing directly behind me, crossing their arms. Marco leered at Lebreau's chest, and she raised her eyebrow at him.

"Get away from us. You disgust us," Vanille snapped, then took my hand. "C'mon, Light, let's go." She tugged me out the crowd and we headed towards my class.

"Thanks," I said to them quietly. They nodded; Lebreau looked pissed off.

"You should report them to someone."

"They'll hold it against me forever and get worse. Besides, it's not that bad. I'm used to it already," I mumbled. It was kind of true after all.

I slipped my hand out of Vanille's outside my class. "You two should get going, you'll be late."

"My teacher's not here today," Vanille told me, grabbing my shoulder. "Lebreau has Gifted and Talented, and you know how slack that class is."

Yeah I did. Because Noctis and I had almost every class together, including G&T, I used that time to stare at him while pretending not to be. Oh, and sketching pictures (most of which were about him).

I shrugged. "You still can't be late. I'll see you guys at lunch. Thanks again for helping me." I shook Vanille off and stepped into the class.

Noctis and his group were already there. I saw him raise his yellow eyes to see who was entering, but they drifted away as soon as he saw that I wasn't the girl he wanted.

I sighed, and moved towards my desk with my head bowed. I placed my books on it and sat down, taking out my sketchbook from my bag. I flipped it to the page I was currently drawing and, grabbing my pencil, I began to continue the picture of Noctis laughing, his hair messy and his face full of happiness. It was taken from the time I first saw him laugh. I hate to brag but I must tell you that I have photographic memory.

"What're you drawing?"

Bradley's voice made me jump – I slammed the book shut, blushing slightly and panicking. What had he seen?

"Nothing," I muttered. The blond boy grinned and shrugged innocently.

"If you say so." Then, he slipped a note into my hand. "I found this outside your locker – I was gonna put it back in but Vanny told me to give it to you in person because you don't check your locker until the end of school..."

Curious, I took the note and looked at him expectantly. He took the hint. "See ya later," he said with a jaunty wave of his hand.

I was about to open the note when Mr Sazh came in, smiling. "Good morning class!" he said cheerfully. Then he reached into his afro and, to my amazement (no matter how many times he did it, it still amazed and amused me), drew out Hana, the little hybrid chick that resided in his hair.

She was set on his table, where she chirruped happily when she saw us. She ran – there was no other word for her leg movement – to the edge of the table and chirped louder, as if greeting us.

We laughed, and Sazh picked her up to be handed around (this was a ritual because she liked being greeted by everyone).

When she was handed to me, I slipped her a piece of 'Gyshal Green' as Sazh called the food he gave her, but it was actually an unnamed herb that would kill most animals, but not this little one. She chirped, and nipped my finger affectionately. I laughed, and kissed her feathery head before passing her on. For a moment, I almost forgot the note, and wondered what was written in it.

At last, the class commenced.

All the way through the lesson, I was itching to open the note – my fingers kept playing with it – but I knew if I was caught, chances were that Sazh would take it away and read it, and if he was feeling extremely crabby, he would definitely read it out to the class. No matter the note... I'd be made fun of for it.

I glanced to my left, looking at Noctis. He had just looked away... but he couldn't have been looking at me. He was probably just gazing around the class...

Thank God Sazh was called out forty-five minutes later for some meeting or other. I didn't think I'd be able to stand a whole hour. I discreetly took the note and opened it under the table.

I read it once. And again. And again.

My face paled in shock.

There, in printed black and white, was a love letter.

Haha! I'm gonna be mean and leave you guys with this for a while!

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I was listening to the sea while writing this... :D