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Popularity Feud

Chapter 7

It wasn't as though I hated the fact to be here… But the amount of Populars in this party is just… exacerbating! The only people I have talked to so far is Zack, Aerith, and well.. Professor Hojo.

"So how's the party my dear?" He asked, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Truthfully Professor… I feel as though I really don't belong here. It's too extravagant! And well… I'm simply a commoner," I replied with a sigh to be answered with a chuckle.

"So I am guessing my son forced you here?" He looked at me with interest. I wonder if I should lie to save the arse's butt or tell the truth. Saving his butt would be suspected of me being an "Avalanche" and all, but I think I'd rather choose the latter.

"More like dragged here! I was seriously carried like a sack of potatoes! Oh the shame!" I exclaimed a little bit too much, because seconds later all eyes were on me. I laughed sheepishly before slowly inching towards the door. My hand held the knob. Success! As I was about to turn it, the door opened by itself causing me to fall backwards into someone's firm arms. Gasps were heard in the ballroom and my instinct was to turn my head, but I don't think my instincts would help this time.

"Dragged like a sack of potatoes eh, Lockhart?" Shit. His deep voice resonated inside the room. Oh why God hate me so much? Why is it that at this time, the room decides to be quiet when a few minutes earlier they were chatting with each other with no end?

I was out of his arms in seconds and turned to face him. He looked at me with one brow raised and his beautiful green mako eyes staring at me. WOAH did I just call him beautiful? Mixed feeling and emotions were etched on my face, I could not see it though but I could feel it. A mixture of confusion, anger and something eerily familiar but I could not recall it.

"Um… do.. d-do you know where the bathroom is..?" I croaked. He leaned toward me, I could feel his hot breath tingling against my skin.

"Just use my bathroom, I'm quite sure you know where my chambers are?" He said in a low voice, even too low for me to hear but I caught it nonetheless. I nodded and ran out in haste.

"Tifa! We're home!" They were greeted with nothing but silence. A female figure went to Tifa's room and saw nothing and the male figure went to check on the other rooms.

"Well that's odd… I wonder where she could be." The man said, he however caught a sight of blonde hair in the living room. The man knew the boy and he approached him.

"Cloud? What in heavens are you doing here? And where is Tifa?" Cloud lifted his head in surprise, he knew that voice all too well. Not he nor Tifa expected them to be back so soon.

"Mister Lockhart…"

"Sooooooo, Sephiroth… Are you and Tifa like a thing now?" Genesis asked, grinning as he slung his arm over my shoulder.

"Are you an idiot? It's been a few days since I was partnered up with the girl and you expected me to hook up with her?" I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"Hey rumor has it she slept in your bed for two days," His grin widened even more.

"That is true, however…" I began, I could feel all eyes on me. Leave it to the upper class to be hungry over a ridiculous matter. "We never did any sexual intercourse. She passed out in an alley and surprisingly I was there to take her in and mend her wounds."

"WOAH. Since when did you get all goody-goody?" Angeal asked, clearly surprised by the news that he heard. "There's a catch isn't there?"

"There is no catch,"

"Come on Sephiroth! We all know you! You do not do something good in your life unless there's a deal or there's something in it that could benefit you," He began, " and trust me, it seems as if you did both."

Everyone in the room are nodding their heads. Silly people, always judging the book by its cover. I however could not expose the plan I have in mind. And there isn't anything that could hinder my plan. Not even a petty thing called love. I looked at my father whose eyes were staring back at me. I knew what he was thinking, and I promised him and myself that his accusations would not come true.

"Brother, I think Tifa's been in the bathroom for a long time… Would you care to check on her?" Yazoo asked, his face always placid. I could never really tell whether if he's concerned or not. But what I do know is that deep inside that apathetic exterior of his, are his feeling which he always bottled up inside. As an older brother it is my responsibility to look after my siblings… but I never do. Sighing I nodded and walked out of the room.

Walking to my room, I could see the prying eyes of my friends. So they're following me huh? I went inside but I noticed that the bathroom door was open, walking towards it and noticed that she was gone. Sighing inwardly I prepared myself for some "treasure hunting", this is going to be long day I thought.

I looked at the moon, wishing for this evening to end already. I can't wait to go home and cozy up in my bed worrying about nothing at all. But of course I had to be stuck in this freaking party that was screaming with populars and such. What a lame day for me. Sighing I rested my head on the marble railing of the balcony that is hidden by two large dark curtains.

"Well well well, seems like the Prince is not here to protect his Princess,"

I turned around abruptly to look for the source, but I couldn't see anyone. Curse this freaking setting. More like curse myself for staying out here by myself with nothing but the moonlight to look with. I heard a chuckle right behind me and before I could turn around someone or should I say he grabbed both my wrists and pinned them behind me. I struggled to break free but it was of no use.

Great, it's only been hours and I'm in trouble already.

"You know, Tifa… it's a shame that you're with Sephiroth, because if you weren't I would have taken you for myself." He chuckled right behind me with his low raspy voice.

"We're not together you jackass! Wherever you got that from is a piece of bull!" I seethed through gritted teeth. He laughed even louder, tightening his grip on my wrists making it harder to break free. No matter how hard he keeps hold on them, I kept wriggling free.

"Well then, seems like I can do anything with you then," He chuckled even more, usually I wouldn't mind but this time it was different. I could feel his breath on my neck and his lips on it afterwards. I shrieked, I know where this is going and I didn't like it. I tried so hard, kick him from the back and knock him down with my back but he just wouldn't budge!

He turned me around to face him, with his hands still gripping my wrists. I saw his red hair and ponytail and immediately recognized him. Reno. Well just my luck then, seems like I wouldn't have any problem dealing with this one. The only reason I resisted before was because I was afraid it was one of his guests. I don't want to be under his debt any longer. Before the turk knew it, I kneed him right in the balls causing him to sprawl on the floor cussing words out.

"Y-You Bitch!" He yelled. Ignoring him, I continued to walk down back to the ballroom. Sephiroth appeared in front of me, stared and chuckled.

"No wonder it was hard to find you, you were busy making 'love marks' with one of the guests."

That. Is. It.

The sound of flesh against flesh resonated throughout the hallway, causing a few lookers to gasp and rush in to the room to gather more people.

"You know what Sephiroth! I've had it with you! Are you trying to make me hate you?! Well guess what asshole! You just did!" This caused people especially young women to throw daggers at me for 'hurting their Lord Sephiroth's majestic face'. Yeah, like I give a shit. I turned my heel towards the front door, fuck this day, fuck this evening, fuck everything. I don't care if I freeze my ass off in the cold and get pneumia.

After leaving the house for good, I walked towards the huge double gates and asked the guard if I could leave. He looked at me as if I'm weird, but shrugged it off and gave me permission.

I wrapped my self with my hands in order to keep off the cold from killing me. Seems like leaving like that was a dumb decision because his house is too far from the city, in which where I live. Please God, help me?

Never in my life did God ever answer my prayers, but today he did. I turned around to wave the approaching motorcycle hoping to ask for a hitch hike. Hopefully that person will let me. I just want to go home…. Is that too much to ask…?