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Be friendly	By : Yorda Category: Final Fantasy VIII > General Views: 876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Be friendly

Author: Yorda

Summary:AU fic, takes place in a normal senior high. Squall's the bullied one, and Seifer the popular one. A story about
the two of them forming a relationship of some sort ^_^

Rated: NC-17

Warning: yaoi, AU, OOC, fluff, smutty sex

Couple: Seifer/Squall

Diclaimer: Sadly none of the characters of FF8 are mine, but belong to Squaresoft

Status: Complete

Chapter 6

Squall stared out of the window with blank eyes, his mind far away from Mrs. Perkins' class room. Not even the high-pitched voice of Mrs. Perkins could reach his mind. Usually Squall was alert on history classes, but this time he wanstanstantly distracted by the memories of the previous weekend with Seifer.

-Flashback-

Seifer stopped the Porsche in front of Squall's house. He turned off the radio and lay his hand on Squall's thigh, preventing the younger boy from getting off just yet. 'Okay, gotta get this t...t... Don't threaten him, just-- act nice.' Seifer took a deep breath and met the brunette's eyes. "Squall... uh, don't you agree that it's best if no one knows about this? I mean, if the guys find out-"

"Oh, don't worry, Seifer; I won't tell anyone you actually wasted time with a geek like me! I mean, we don't want to ruin your precious reputation, do we?!" the younger boy hissed, the tone of his voice filled with anger and hurt. Squall moved Seifer's hand away and stepped out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. Captain of the football team!" the brunette spat and closed the door with a loud bang.

Seifer just sat in the car, dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on Squall's retreating back. 'But I'm not even the captain... Oh hell! That went well...'

-End of flashback-

"Mr. Leonhart? Squall? How outrageous! Are you sleeping?" Mrs. Perkins asked. Squall was leaning against his palm, his eyes closed.

"Dude, wake up!" Zell whispered and leaned closer to shake Squall by his shoulder. The brunette blinked his eyes and realized the whole class was staring at him.

"Huh? What?" Squall saw the expectant look on the teacher's face and realized he was obviously supposed to answer a question, a question he hadn't even heard, being lost in his own thoughts. Fortunately the brunette was saved from a reprimand, when the bell rang to inform the lesson was over. Everyone got up from their desks and crowded towards the exit. Squall sighed and collected his books from the desk. As he made his way out, the teacher called after him.

"I do hope this won't happen again. I will not tolerate daydreaming on my class, Mr. Leonhart."

Squall just gave her a nod and made his way out of the class room. The hallways were crowded. Everyone was heading towards the cafeteria. Quickly Squall made his way to his locker, and placed all his books inside. He was soon joined by Zell.

"I wonder what shit they're serving us today?" the blonde spoke. Squall turned to face him, looking confused. "You know, for dinner."

"I seriously doubt it's hod dogs..." Squall mumbled and was suddenly pushed against the locker by the blonde. Zell leaned closer and whispered something in his ear.

"What?! Zell, you're spitting in my ear!" the brunette groaned, his brows drawn together.

"I said jock alert!" the blonde boy hissed and leaned against the lockers. "Act cool... Maybe they won't even notice us."

The school's "Kings" were nearing them, surrounded by the "Queens", meaning cheerleaders, all wearing their cute little uniforms. Squall immediately fixed his eyes on Seifer, who was walking behind Mike. The mere sight of the tall blonde made Squall's heart beat faster. He didn't know if it was hate or something else that made his body heat rise.

"Ah, Chicken-wuss and little Mop-hair!" Mike exclaimed, as he noticed the two lower grade students, leaning against their lockers. "What a nice surprise, bumping into you two..."

"Ah... I'm outta here!" Zell informed and scuttled away before the bullies could get to him, leaving Squall alone. The brunette straightened himself and gave the group of bullies a scowl. With one hand, Mike pressed Squall back against the locker and leaned closer, his face only inches away from the brunette's.

"You know, twiggy, you're in serious need of a haircut. But hey, maybe I can fix that!" Mike teased, giving Squall a cruel smirk. "Snap!" he laughed, and used his index and middle finger to "cut" Squall's hair, pulling at while doing so.

Seifer watched all this from behind Mike's back, looking annoyed. He wanted to interfere, but just couldn't. 'Come on, Squall! Defend yourself!'

Much to Mike's surprise, Squall pushed his hand away and parted his lips to speak. "You know, Mike. You're in serious need of a breath mint." He said casually.

"What?! Why you little-" the bully was stopped by a loud laughter. He turned around and fixed his narrowed eyes on Seifer.
"You're actually laughing, Almasy?!" he snapped. Squall was as surprised as Mike. He met Seifer's amused eyes, raising his brows in question. Seifer gave Squall a quick smile, but then lay his eyes on Mike's annoyed face.

"Well, the little loser here is right; your breath does stink, Mike. I mean, big time." The blonde stated, aware of the fact that he had insulted Squall.

"Well-- screw you, guys!" Mike just waved his hand and began to walk towards the cafeteria. Before following, Seifer glanced in Squall's direction, and noted the offended look on the youngey'sy's face. "Sorry..." he whispered, the apology almost unnoticeable. He just hoped Squall could hear it.

The bell rang for one last time that day. Squall followed the crowd of students out of the class room, and saw Zell, leaning against the notice-board on the opposite wall.

"There you are! Alive and all..." the blonde exclaimed with a stupid grin on his face. Squall just ignored his friend and walked towards his locker, Zell following him. "Hey, old buddy, old pal... About the earlier... Yeah, I didn't mean to ditch you like that. I just-- remembered something important." the blonde stammered and tried to keep up with Squall.

"Yeah, Zell, you always do when you see Mike and the others brainless monkeys." The brunette noted and kept walking, finally reaching his locker.

"Hey, that's not true! There was that one time I didn't run away... But it was also the time I got locked inside my own locker..." the blonde defended himself. Squall remembered the incident and gave his friend a fainile.ile. Zell sighed in relief, realizing Squall wasn't angry with him anymore. The brunette opened his locker and noticed a little white note. He picked it up and inspected it closer. It was a piece of paper, torn out from a note book, obviously written in a hurry.

'Huh? Where did this come from? Someone wants to meet me in the gymer ser school?' Before Zell could ask about the note, Squall had already torn it in pieces. 'I bet it's Mike and the others! He wants revenge. There's no way in hell I'm going!' He shut the locker with a loud bang and picked up his school bag. "Come on Zell, let's go or we'll miss the buss." They walked towards the school entrance. Squall was lost in his thoughts, not paying attention to Zell's babbling.

"Hey, earth to Squall! I asked you a question!" the blonde spoke and looked annoyed, as he realized his friend wasn't even aware of his presence. Squall blinked his eyes and turned his face in Zell's direction.

"Huh? Did you say something?" the brunette asked, finally returning from his thoughts.

"Yeah! I asked if you wanted to come over and study together?" Zell repeated his question, but realized that once again, his friend's attention was elsewhere.

Squall frowned as he saw Mike with some other jocks, walking through the entrance doors. 'It wasn't Mike who wrote the note...' The brunette stopped walking and turned to face Zell. "I-- I forgot I have a meeting with the tutor... I'll see you tomorrow, Zell." Before the blonde boy could say a word, Squall had already disappeared into the crowd.

Squall stepped inside the gym hall and closed the door. He stood still and glanced around, realizing the hall was empty. The clock on the wall was telling him it was already past 4.00 pm. 'Odd. I thought he'd be here...' Squall thought in his mind. e the the brunette had seen Mike at the entrance, he had come to a conclusion that it was Seifer who wrote the note. Squall was about to turn and leave, when he noticed the door of the stockroom was slightly open. For some time he stood still, not sure if he should investigate or just leave. After thinking it over, the brunette let out a sigh and threw his school bag down on the floor. 'I can't believe you're doing this...' Squall took a hesitant step towards the stockroom. 'With my luck it's not even Seifer but some brainless bundle of muscles, sent by Mike...' The brunette blinked his eyes as he realized that he didn't actually think Seifer was one of the muscled idiots. He kept nearing the stockroom, his steps echoing in the spacious gym hall. 'And why would Seifer even wanna meet me here? He made it pretty clear earlier that he thinks I'm just a geeky loser... No point hoping he and I could actually be friends... Even if I'd like .'

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