|Not Going to Happen
Author: Sephirotha PM
"Falling in love with a playboy like you will be the last thing I'll ever do," Anne vowed to Sephiroth with narrowed eyes. Sephiroth just smirked. "Well, we'll just wait and see." Can't Anne just stay out of trouble for anything? SephirothxOC Warning: Lots of OCs here to make up the classesRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Sephiroth - Chapters: 17 - Words: 24,896 - Reviews: 38 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 04-12-13 - Published: 09-09-12 - id: 8510683
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Second period was a free period for Sephiroth. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked down to the Common Room where he often spent time practicing his Japanese. The journey was uneventful until he saw a red waistcoat when he entered the Common Room. He stopped and stared. Her hair was still slightly ruffled but neater than the time she crashed into him. The girl's body was sprawled over the table and the students generally ignored her as they passed her. She was breathing deeply, indicating that she was sleeping. Curious, Sephiroth sat down in front of her and shook her awake. She moaned and shoved him away.
"Leave me alone," she murmured groggily.
Sephiroth cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
"What if I don't?" he challenged.
"I'll…make Tifa knock you out until next century."
The girl hunched her shoulders and turned away from him moodily. Grabbing a strand of hair, he pulled harshly.
The girl sat up straight and backhanded him.
"Don't touch the hair!" she shouted, drawing some attention to them.
Sephiroth blinked and rubbed his cheek sorely. Not as strong as Tifa's but it did sting as much. Anne glowered at him and stood up, about to walk away. Sephiroth snatched her wrist and pulled her back down into her seat firmly. She yelped and glared at him again.
Sephiroth pulled out her brush and handed it over to her.
"You dropped this," he said.
Staring at it blankly, Anne snatched it out of his hand and turned away from him.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
Sephiroth blinked and took the brush back out of her hand. When she protested, he took a clump of hair and began to brush it.
"No, no, no brushing or touching the hair!" Anne wailed as she struggled in his iron grip "Ow, ow, ow, ow!"
She continued shouting ow when Sephiroth stopped brushing her hair. Sephiroth sighed as he grabbed her head and turned it towards him.
"You look absolutely disgraceful," he said in a very blunt tone.
"I don't care," Anne stuck her tongue out at him.
There was a pause of silence before Sephiroth turned her head the other way and continued assaulting her hair with gentle yet firm brushstrokes. Anne kept on complaining and shouting in pain as he did so, pulling away violently and trying to turn around to slap and backhand him repeatedly. The students around them watched, the boys slightly amused and the girls slightly envious. Eventually there was a mass of hair that had been pulled out with the brushing by Sephiroth's feet and Anne's once wild mane was now tame. Sighing, Sephiroth handed the brush back to Anne who snatched it and pocketed straight away.
"You're mean," she said childishly and turned her back on him.
Sephiroth chuckled in amusement, ruffling her hair.
"You're cute," he said with a smirk, resting his elbow on the table and his cheek against his fist.
Anne slapped his hand away and Sephiroth turned his face to look at her.
"What do you have next?" he asked.
"Singing," Anne mumbled as she shifted away from him wearily.
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow and moved his chair closer to her.
"We're in the same class," he said pointedly, leaning an arm over the back of her chair and going into her personal space.
Anne's cheeks flushed and her nose twitched. This guy who had assaulted her hair with her own brush was covered in the scent of that deodorant Lynx and that was now assaulting her nose. Anne wouldn't admit it, but she loved the smell. She scooted further away.
"Really now?" she said keeping her voice normal.
Sephiroth smirked and moved even closer to her.
"I suggest we rehearse one or two melodies," he murmured in her ear and placed a hand on her knee "at my place, just you and me."
A petite hand pressed itself firmly on his chest and he was pushed away. Anne's cheeks were bright red like her eyes, so she had gotten the hint on what he really wanted. She managed a glare as she kept him at arm's length.
"Not interested," she made her best impression of Cloud.
This infuriated Sephiroth inside but he kept his face neutral. One, she rejected him flat out and in public. Two, she had the nerve to impersonate his rival in five of his subjects. And three, she wouldn't accept the fact that she was probably thinking of him and her, naked and in his bed at this precise moment. The girls who rejected him, (namely Aerith and Tifa) only did one or two things to tick him off so he let them slide, but Anne had done three which spelt trouble for this poor, innocent, little virgin. Looming over her, Sephiroth gave her one killer smirk and cupped her chin.
"I don't believe you," he purred.
This flat out terrified poor little Anne. Swallowing, she levelled his stare and cleared her throat.
"Well y-you're going to have to," she said as confidently as possible.
Sephiroth chuckled and pulled her closer and into that damned scent of his Lynx deodorant.
"Anne Lockhart," he said in a dangerously low tone "if you do not admit that you want me right here and right now, I'll torture you until your lust for me makes you go on your hands and knees and you'll beg for me like a female dog in heat. Or better yet, you'll fall in love with me thoroughly so you'll be begging for my affection every single day of your life."
Anne's eyes were on fire with anger. She hated playboys like this guy.
"Falling in love with a playboy like you will be the last thing I'll ever do," she vowed to Sephiroth with her eyes narrowed.
Sephiroth just smirked.
"Well, we'll just wait and see."
Anne scowled at him and slapped his hand away, grabbing her satchel and stood up, running out of the common room. Sephiroth chuckled to himself as he got his Japanese books out. Oh, this is going to be easy. How long could a young girl like her possibly resist him?