PROLOGUE

I would've thought life would be better after I graduated from Twilight High. No more teachers, no more homework, no more getting out of bed in the god awful hours of the morning...

No, nothing had really changed, besides mostly everybody leaving for college. School was replaced by work, teachers were replaced by bosses and supervisors and I had to get out of bed even earlier. Occasionally. Rarely... Still! It was five in the fucking morning!

Not that I didn't like my job. It was decent enough... I worked as a freelance delivery person in the Twilight Town Delivery Squad (TTDS for short). Whenever anybody wanted anything delivered, I got it done fast, from pizza to televisions. There was only a few of us in the business, and it paid very good money; enough for me to live in my condo comfortably without having to worry about any financial problems.

The job itself was rewarding in its own ways; I got to skateboard all over Twilight Town, I got to see and talk to everybody, I could snag a break whenever I needed one, and most of my coworkers were a fucking blast. The job also worked in the favor of my competitive side... Me and the other delivery guys would compete to see who got more deliveries done in a day, and how fast. Our speed at getting deliveries done made the company quite reliable, and very popular amongst the citizens of Twilight Town. Whiiich meant it was nearly always busy.

You win some, you lose some, right?

However, with the ups there's the downs. Well, one down: My supervisor is the most annoying mother fucker I've ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. He's a prick, he's an asshole, he's always finding someway to annoy the shit out of me, and he's the sexiest, most gorgeous person known to man.

... Not that I'd ever tell him that last one.

And this one person, Seifer Almasy, has made this job both the fucking hardest and best thing to deal with on the entire planet. Talent, I know. He just reeks of it.

He knows he has the uncanny ability to ruin my mood no matter how awesome it is, and he makes the most of it. He taunts me, teases me, calls me every name under the sun besides my own, and occasionally kicks my ass. Only occasionally. Our brawls had mostly end up tied, and I did win once... And that one time is a memory I will always think back to.

It had started predictably. We were both still in high school... Me in my junior year, Seifer in his senior. The bell had just rung, and I was in a rush to get home, for a reason I can't really remember, so it isn't really important. I shoved my books unceremoniously into my bag, slammed my locker shut, and ran out the school, nearly tripping down the stairs along the way. I was just turning the corner by the school field when I slammed into the blonde bully, sending him staggering backward a few measly steps while I bounced off his muscled chest and onto my ass.

"Watch where you're going, lamer!" he had said, scowling down at me with those cold icy eyes that now pleasurably haunt my dreams.

"Why don't you?!" I had lamely retorted, pushing myself onto my feet and rubbing at my sore ass with a wince. "Now move–"

I growled as he purposefully stepped in my way, making me bump into his chest once again, though not as forcefully.

"What's the hurry, chicken wuss?" he said, giving me that fucking smirk that made me want to rip his face off. I shoved at him with a scowl, only forcing him back one step. He shoved me back, his eyes glinting. Challenging me. I took it, and shoved him even harder, making him stagger back a few more steps. His eyes narrowed and he discarded his backpack, me following suit.

Needless to say, punches were thrown, and he was winning. My lip was split, my left arm was too sore to really do anything more useful than wave around uselessly, and I was out of breath. Seifer, on the other hand, had a slight red cheek from where I'd landed a punch and besides being a little fatigued, he was pretty much unscathed (much to my chagrin). Smirking at me. Pissing me off. One thing led to another, and after getting mad at me for aiming a kick towards his gonads (sadly, I missed), he pinned me to the brick wall of the building, his face inches away from mine. My hands were pinned and my legs were pressed against his, and my fatigue made it hard for me to struggle decently, so I was pretty much stuck there unless I thought of something.

His infuriating smirk was tugging at the edges of his lips and his mouth opened, and I just knew he was about to say something along the lines of 'I win again, loser', so I acted fast. When he leaned in all threatening like to growl his victory in my ear, I shifted and bit down on what flesh was exposed. It happened to be his neck. And apparently, I struck gold.

He yelped, quite loudly might I add, and leapt back as though my flesh had just turned into active lye. He looked at me with these wide eyes, his hand clasped to his neck, and I could've sworn he blushed, although I couldn't tell because both our faces had been flushed from the fight. He then just... turned and ran off. Or rather, walked off, though he was in a fucking hurry, leaving his school bag behind and everything. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. We just both walked off without a word.

I have no idea how I did it, but he never gave me the chance to get near his neck again.

So back to my job and it's downers.

Me and Seifer still fight, though we don't really physically brawl as much as we used to. Sure, when we piss each other off enough, one of us will swing at the other, but we've tried to avoid it, for we both don't want to get fired. Our boss has had to sit us down one too many times, and we were both pretty much on our last warning. It was crystal clear; no more fist fights.

That didn't mean we couldn't still argue and insult one another... We just had to tone it down.

Seifer is both the main reason why I hate my job, and the main reason why I love it.

I've told you why he makes it so hate-worthy, so now I can tell you how he makes it worthwhile.

He doesn't really do anything to make it awesome directly... He does it subconsciously. As if he would try and make my life easier on purpose.

Okay, so it may seem creepy and queer, but I love seeing him lift heavy objects. He always wears this black tank top to work, so I can see most of his muscles twist and bulge as they're put to work, and my fucking god, is it ever a turnon. Seifer had the body of a fucking Greek God, I swear. His muscles weren't the gross overbuilt ones, but the ones prominent enough to show under clothing, and they were small enough to make him look like he's earned them and didn't pick them up using some sort of steroid.

He'd caught me staring at him once as he lifted a television, so he smirked his smirk and taunted with "Like what you see, wimp?" and proceeded to flex his godly arms. I managed to scoff and murmur, "as if" and walk away. In a hurry. Forcing myself to think of dirty, unpleasant things. I then vowed never to be caught staring again... Although I still stared. God, do I stare. And though it may not be obvious to him, it may be to some of my other coworkers.

Another thing that I found myself adoring and looking forward to was his trademark smirk. Yes, the one that had infuriated me so much in our years of knowing one another. It made his face come alive, and it was always accompanied by a spark in his eye that made my insides quiver.

I think the reason I now love it so much is he only seems to give me this smirk. I've noticed he doesn't ever do it to anybody else. When he's taunting some other person, he gives them this sort of smug grin.

No, this is my smirk. Mine alone.

Seifer also gets easily embarrassed, I've noticed. It's easy to miss, because he always masks it with annoyance and anger, but it can't get passed me, a veteran at Seifer-teasing. I now know every trick in the book to embarrass Seifer, and believe me, it's a thick book. All I have to do is mention anything about Fuu and Rai's relationship, anything about any sort of relationship, anything about a girlfriend, anything about love, and anything dirty. Let's just say Seifer either hates the idea of relationships, or is lonely and doesn't like having it brought up. Not that it deters me from the idea of mocking him, for that's another thing I love about Seifer when he's embarrassed. How his cheeks flush, even if it's just a second, letting his embarrassment show before he covers it with his usual antics.

It was, after all, the reason why I look at him the way I do now.

You see, when I had "won" that fight against Seifer two years ago and saw the look on his face after I had oh-so-gracefully bit him, it changed the way I looked at him forever. Sure, he was still a cold hearted moronic bastard, but now he was a fucking attractive cold hearted moronic bastard. Seeing his wide eyes and flushed cheeks was the first thing I'd seen on his face besides anger and smugness, and I was addicted to seeing the rest of his locked up expressions.

It reminded me that he was a person under that thick skull of his, and that he had feelings and flaws like the rest of us mortals.

It's the drive that makes me get up in the morning, even if it is at fucking five AM. It's become the core of my being, the goal in my life.

And on the way to this goal, I just so happened to fall in love with the fucking prick.