5 Weeks Later

They say everything happens for a reason right? Then what was the reason for Ms. Amina partnering Hope and I up? I always knew having the fal'cie teach us was a terrible idea. They couldn't get real people for the job? Maybe they wanted to be cheap and wanted to keep their Gil. Must have cost more to destroy the fal'cie so they can teach us. I only like Mr. Barthandelus for his non-crystallized figure. We learned that the fal'cie were robots with human Crystal inside. So they rescued the crystal bodies and made them into teachers.

Hope and I have gotten in trouble for arguing over his feminines and my rudeness. I've said somethings to him that I have felt bad about for a while, but I'm sure he's gotten over it. Anyway, Ms. Amina thought that she should make us spend as much time as possible with each other. If so she would give us 100's in our overall grade in science. This really sucks, we'll be stuck like glue for the rest of the school time. And I didn't know that we had 3 out of 5 classes together. Including lunch! And the worst part is that they canceled our 2 month vacation! So Hope and I will be together, for the rest of senior year.

Lunch

Ms. Amina authorized us to sit with each other at lunch for five weeks. I take out my history text book and start on my homework assignments. From the corner of my eye, I see Hope staring at me. "What are you looking at Hope?" I ask flatly without looking up at him. "I was just thinking about you." I then look up him."Look, if that was a cheesy attempt to flirt, you failed awfully." I say shaking my head. "You didn't let me finish, why did you move to this school?" He asks me. "Uh, well, before I went to school here, I worked for Psicom. But things happened, and I got suspended."

"What did you do?" He asks. "It wasn't me. Somebody framed me. All I do know is that I was called into my bosses office. 'Sergeant Farron, that little stunt you pulled on your last mission, nearly got all my men killed! I mean, what were you thinking? Throwing a grenade in the middle of camp grounds?' And I was like.'Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, sir.' And he was like. 'You've given me no choice but to suspend you from your services.' I tried to reason with him and tell him I was innocent but he found me guilty, and that was the last of my days of being part of Psicom."

"I wouldn't have thought it was you." Hope says nicely. "Yeah well, I would've thought it was me. I did have all the grenades on me so you can't deny the evidence he came up with. But fuck it, I'll just apply for Guardian Corp after High school." I reply. "Yeah I guess so." Hope starts getting all fidgety. "Anyway, uh, Light, do you want to go see this horror film with me tomorrow on Friday? I'm not asking you out or anything I was just wondering, but you don't have to if don't-" "I'll go with you, Hope." My response takes him a back. "Really? You want to go with me?" He asks. "Yeah. I should cut you some slack. And Serah will be gone for the weekend so Friday will be perfect. We'll be taking my bike so walk to my house. Oh and I'll cover the tickets and you'll cover the food."

The bell ring for Hope and I to go to our separate classes together. "Oh and Hope, this movie better be worth it y'know." I say.

It's not a date, I just want to repay him for my rudeness.

Friday

"Serah! Get ready to go to Alyssa's! She's on her way to pick you up!" I shout to Serah up the stairs. I go to the bathroom downstairs and start to get ready for my date. No Claire, it's not a date! It's just a friendly get together at the movies. Nothing more, nothing less. I throw on a red blouse with has rips on the arms that hangs off my body, some high waist black skinny jeans, and some black boots that stop just below my knees. I do my hair the way it always is, down and curly thrown over my left shoulder. I walk upstairs to my room and get my wallet and stick it in my back pocket. "Claire, I'm ready!"

I sprint down the stairs and see Serah pulling her backpack over her shoulder. She hears me and turns around to look at me."Why are you all dressed up this evening?" She asks with a smirk "Going to go see a movie with Hope." "Ohhh, so its a date." She says in an annoying voice. "No it's just a friendly get together. That's all." I try to explain to Serah. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." She says in the same voice. "Hey you still want to go to Alyssa's?" I ask coldly. "Jeez sorry." She rolls her eyes. We hear a car horn honk. "OK Serah time for you to go." I step out the house as I watch her walk away.

Something scares the baby Jesus out of me. The light tap on my shoulder is enough for me to grab the person's wrist and nearly snap it. The familiar wince stops my hands from doing more damage. "Hope?" I ask. "Damn, you're a strong woman." He says breathlessly as he rubs his aching wrist. "Don't sneak on me like that! My instincts kick in fast." I scold. Hope has on a black Leather jacket with a white V-neck underneath, baggy black jeans and some black chucks. Boy does he look handsome. What?! Stop thinking like that Claire! Get back to reality! "Thanks for the late notice. So you ready to go?" He asks me. "Oh yeah, this way." I gesture him inside the house. "Your house smells nice." Hope says. "What? Oh yeah thanks. It's homemade air freshener. Back here Hope." I unlock the 3 locks on the garage door entrance. "Why do you have three locks on your doors?"

"Extra protection. Some drunk man broke into the house once." I walk over to my motorcycle and sit on down on it. "Well, you coming?" Hope gets this uneasy look on his face. "Where do I sit?"

"Uh, behind me." He walks over to the bike and straddles it. "C'mon wrap your arms around my waist." He does so, but tries not to touch me. "Tighter Hope." I open the garage gate and drive down the street. He never tightened grip on me so when I pulled out to the street, his hands push me back causing for the motorcycle to extra fast. I lose control over bike, but I gain it back soon after we leave the neighborhood. "Whoops, What did I tell you Hope? Hold on to me tighter?" I tease. He finally tightens his grip on me. "I know it's just that, besides my mother, I've never held a girl before." He says embarrassed. "What? Never in these eighteen years of your life? Ha, sucks for you don't it?"

"Hey I thought you said you were going to be nicer." Hope reminds me. "Yeah your right."

The ride is mostly quiet, so I break the silence. "So, what movie are we going to see?" I ask to get a conversation going. "Scary or Die. The critics say it's the worst movie ever, so it must be great." He says with enthusiasm. "Well Hope, like I said, this movie better be worth it." I remind him. "Yeah, and trust me it will be." He promises.

At The Movie Theater

"Don't you just hate sitting at the theater when 40 minutes of shitty trailers play?" I ask Hope. "Yeah. Oh look I think it's turning on finally."

5 minutes later

"Hope this movie is a useless piece of shit." I say with a yawn and a shiver. "Man it's cold in here. I knew I should've brought a jacket." Hope looks at me. "You can use mine if you want." He offers. "No you keep it. I'm fine." Hope gives me a disapproving look. "Women." He says as he lays his jacket on me. "Thanks." I pull his jacket up to my chin. He smells like... Cinnamon Apples... very, very, good..

42 minutes later

"Hey Light, wake up." Hope says as he shakes my shoulder lightly. "Last clip of the movie. This one has Corbin Bleu in it." I takes me a long time to notice my head lying on some thing hard and yet comfortable. I move my hand slowly to the feel the hard yet comfortable object supporting my head. I take in a deep breath and smell the familiar fragrance. Cinnamon Apples. Oh no, not good, not good! The object supporting my head is Hope's sturdy shoulder. I push myself up as quick as my body would let me. "Uh, H-here Hope you can have your jacket back." I say as I hold the jacket out him.

"You sure? Y'know you can still use it 'till we get home." I lose myself in his faded beautiful emerald green eyes. He waves his hand in front of my face. "Lightning? You okay?" I literally have to shake my head to snap out of my day dream. "What? Oh, yeah I'm fine." I say casually. "Are you sure? I can-"

"I'm fine Hope. T-thanks for asking." I try to play it off. My eyes get locked to his again. I slap myself across the face, leaving a red welt mark on my left cheek. "Lightning you're acting very-"

"I said I'm fine!" I snap at him. He put his hands up "Okay." Jeez! I smacked myself harder than I've ever smacked Snow Villers! And why do I keep gazing into his eyes? Their not that gorgeous! 'Yeah, keep telling yourself that.' I hear Serah's voice echo in my head. Yeah, and I will keep telling myself that because it's true! "Wow, that was the worst movie ever made." Hope says as his eyes eyes travel over mine. 'Oh damn it. Not again!' I think to myself. I turn my head to the right, revealing my left cheek, on accident. "Damn it Lightning! Why'd you hit yourself that hard." It feels like electricity when he grabs my face, and touches my welt.

I swat his hands away from my face "I'll be fine. I've gotten hurt way worst than this." I say.

Dropping Hope Off

"Thanks Light, for going to the movie with me. Even though it wasn't worth it."

"No problem. And another thing, when I feel asleep, Why didn't you move me off your shoulder?" He sighs.

"I didn't know you were on my shoulder at first, but then it got numb and to move you off, but then you started to growl at me, so I left you alone." He says. Yeah, and Hope, this movie was tottaly worth it." I get lost in his eyes again, but snap out of it instantly. "Uh, I'll see you at school on Monday?" I ask.

"Yeah, I guess so. Goodnight, Lightning." He bids as he walks inside. "Goodnight, Hope." I mutter under my breath.

I'm starting to think that this is more than a science project.

Well, yes. After... 1,2,3... 3 months, I've finally written this 2000 word chapter. Sorry Saturday101 that this chapter isn't a 3000 worded chapter. And sorry for not updating sooner. Please forgive me. Oh, and I've decided to shout out to the user with the best review for the chapters.

So my arm is sore for typing so, My name is A Better Day (Can call me ABD for short!" and I will see you next time. xoxoxoxoxox