Popularity Feud

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Chapter 6

I smirked at the chocobo haired boy in front of me. 'Interesting'. My eyes scanned the room, searching for it's target. Locking eyes with the brunette girl, I walked towards her. She was dressed in a tank top, short shorts and her hair tied up in a ponytail. The lightings clearly showed the confusion and anger etched on her face. Her lips looked a little bit swollen, cheeks flushed with a tint of red.

"My, my... don't you look ravishing." I teased, causing her to blush more. It wasn't true though, what I said. It was only because I wanted to increase the tension in the room and to proceed with my plan.

"What are you doing here, Sephiroth?" She asked, in an almost venemous tone. Poor girl, she can't act mean even if she wanted to.

"My, is that how you treat your saviour? The one who offered his bed to you for two consecutive days? Well aren't you rude," I said in a loud voice, enough for the Strife boy to hear but not loud enough to be shouting. He walked briskly towards me, grabbed mt collar and lifted his fist in the air. His eyes contained fires burning with anger and confusion, his body's shaking as if it were to explode at any moment.

" . . .ABOUT."

I turned my head sideways in order to look at Lockhart and smirked. Seeing how she's so lost in the world is interesting and brings joy to my existence. I opened my mouth, whilst looking at her.

"Why don't you tell him what happened, Lockhart?"

She looked at me first, then at Strife. Her shoulders slumped slowly as if admitting defeat. Her head hung lowly and finally spoke, "He's right Cloud.. He did save me..."

I was about to laugh but a punch landed on my left cheek, completely knocking me off my balance. It was so sudden and I forgot about his fist in the air. Whilst being completely stunned, I heard Strife and Lockhart arguing and sound of the main door slammed shut. A hand helped me up, but I remained still with my hand on my cheek, the burning feeling irked me. Did he seriously land a punch on me..?

"I'm going to get some medicine for that bruise." A bruise, I got a fucking bruise from that chocobo-haired-Aerith-obsessed-freak. He's probably going to tell the rest of his cronies on how successful he was to land his fist on my face. Gritting my teeth, I finally snapped out of my trance and grabbed Lockhart's wrists.

"W-What-" She exclaimed, dropping the medicine on the floor from the sudden contact. "What are you doing Sephiroth? Can't you see I'm applying medicine on your face?"

"Forget it and come with me." I gave her no time to respond and I lifted her up and carried on my shoulders like a sack of potatoes. However,she was quite light unlike an actual sack of potatoes so I had no hard time dealing with it. I walked towards the door, key in hand. Once I stepped out of the apartment she calls home, I locked it.

"Mr. Crescent is the plan still in effect?"

"Yes," I followed the driver towards the car and gently placed her inside. There were people staring at us, most old and young men had their eyes on the girl inside the car. I looked at them and found out that they were shooting daggers at me. Rollng my eyes and holding up my middle finger, I stepped in the car and sat right beside the brunette.

"OH MY GOD." Why did you have to lift me up like that?!" She screamed at me, her cheeks were as red as a tomato.

"Why do you make such a big deal out of it?"

"HELLO! Earth to Sephiroth! I am wearing a skimpy outfit! Those guys probably saw my panties!"

"That was not your reaction when you were practically almost having sex with Strife. You probably wore that to get to Second base or even Homerun. Too bad you struck out." I chuckled, and turned my head to look at her. She was fuming, and if steam could emit out her ears, it would. She pounded her fists on my shoulder, constantly shouting out curse words and how much she abhors me. I kept on laughing until she stopped with a "humph".

"So tell me, where are we going anyway?" She asked after a few minutes after her temper tantrum.

"My house."

I waited inside the changing room. I will not. NOT. Go outside and show him what I look like!

"Lockhart, hurry up." He said in a monotone voice just outside the changing room. Apparently he got a private one where there's a chair for him to sit in whilst I try on different outfits.

"NO! I look like a freak!" I exclaimed, refusing to leave. Stupid Sephiroth, bringing me here to "try" on clothes.

"If you're not coming out, I'll force myself in there."

"FINE. Fine! I'll freaking show you the dress." I stepped out of the changing room, which doesn't have a mirror because the mirror is outside. Feeling shy as ever, he looked at me and motioned me to turn around with his fingers. I did as ordered and slowly turned around, afterwards I decided to look at myself in the mirror. I noticed how beautiful the dress is, and how frilly it was. I looked at Sephiroth and he nodded with approval and left to get one of the workers. I continued to admire the dress I was wearing, blushing at how expensive this must have cost. However, I must say, he has a weird taste in dresses. (A/N: The dress is in my Profile page)

He returned with a young woman who was constantly blushing while she conversed with him. She requested that I take off the dress but he shook his head. The woman approached me and made sure everything was closed and talked to him once again. It was quite clear that she was flirting with him and that he had no interest in her what so ever. He approached me once he was done talking to her and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness that was over."

"What's this for?"

"My parents are holding a party and I need a girl with me so, you have to be my chaperone."

"And I have no say in it?" I asked, quite mad for him taking advantage of me. "Fine."

He offered his hand and we looked for matching shoes, and bought a simple black heels. We also went to the salon to get my hair done and make-up. Whilst the make-up artist are painting my face, he left to change into his own clothes. He returned just in time with a black suit. ALL BLACK. Except for the silver tie. I chuckled at how he had his hair tied up in a ponytail, but it looked so elegant that I was actually quite jealous of his hair. I blushed when the people were done having fun with my hair and face and looked at the mirror. I gasped, it was an "all natural" look, and the blush and lip gloss made me look serene. I seriously need to thank him from going through all this trouble.

"Ready to go Lockhart?" He asked. I nodded.

"Ready."

There. Phew. Gotta get that off my chest. Well I won't be updating in quite a while. I have to work on my English Project which is making a modernized version of Gatsby. ^_^

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