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    He's staring at me. Again. All during this class he's been staring. I don't know why. His icy blue eyes are like glaciers melting me, even though I'm not returning so much as a glance. I sit here, staring at the screen of my desk's console, at the head of the class Quistis goes on about something. I'm not paying any attention. I don't, a lot of the time, my mind is one other things. The past, usually. But right now it's on his eyes staring at me.
"Squall! Can you answer the question?" Quistis askes me, and I snap my head up to look at her. I blink a few times, I hadn't even heard the question. "Well? How do you cure 'Petrify?'"
I stare blankly at her, and from the front I can hear the annoyed shifts of the Trepies, angry at me for ignoring their Goddess. I don't care, though, I don't really even care about what she's asking. Suddenly his voice cuts through the silence, carrying that same sarcasic humor it always does.
"Won't have to worry about it if we don't ever get hit by it, right Leonhart?"
Quistis turns to him, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "Maybe I should toss you into the training center without knowing the proper ways to heal yourself before you joke around, Seifer."
He smirks, and I look at him, now that his attention is off of me. That twist of golden hair lays against his forehead and floats into the air as he snorts, to come back down against his skin. "Be a pleasure."
Before Quistis can chide him any more, the bell goes off, and she's mobbed by students. I put my head back down for a long moment, unaware of anything around me. Mind in the past again. Without thinking I stand, head still down, and nearly walk into Seifer. He's standing entirly too close, same smirk on his face.
"C'mon. Training center. You and me," he practically orders. I can see his 'posse' waiting by the class room's door, Raijin is grinning like an idiot and Fuujin is staring at Seifer and I, nearly some emotion I can't figure out in her ruby eye. But I'm not his posse, to take his orders when he gives them.
"Why?" I ask, shoving my hands into my pant's pockets.
"Because I want to fight. I stuck up against her holiness for you, now do me a favor," he replies, smirking again at me. I can't take that smirk, and those eyes for that long, and I quickly look down.
"Whatever," I mutter.
"Meet me there in five, Leonhart," He commands, and saunters out to his awaiting posse. The 'Or Else' is implied in his tone, like it always is.
I duck out past the Trepies to avoid Quistis' scolding, and go to my room to fetch my Gunblade. I pause looking at the case, and consider for a moment what I'm about to do. It's been a long time since Seifer and I 'practiced,' since every time one of us usually winds up in the infirmary. His eyes...always laugh at me so hard, his lips sneer into that smirk...I just want to make him stop laughing.