That's What You Think

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"You're the squad leader. Good luck to you."

"I hate it when people wish me luck. Save those words for a bad student that needs them, eh?"

"Okay then. Good luck, Seifer."

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He always hated it when anyone wished him luck, and she knew it. That's why she did it. She lived to piss him off, and he knew it. That's why he hated her.

So when the two of them were stuck together on a job, there was hell to pay.

"You're breathing on me, Instructor," Seifer hissed.

"Would you rather I stopped altogether?" Quistis snapped back across the narrow cabin of the transport.

"Actually, I would," he replied, irritated, "then I could get this job done myself in half the time."

She snorted. "Good luck with that, Almasy."

Seifer crossed his arms. "Don't say that. I hate it."

Smirking, she crossed her arms right back at him. "I know."

"Plus, I don't need it. I can do or get anything I want," he said forcefully.

Quistis leaned back, playing with her whip. "I bet there's something you can't get," she said teasingly.

He glowered at her. "What, Instructor?"

"Me," she replied simply, grinning.

It only stunned him for a moment before he shot back, "You're on, Trepe."

"I hope you're ready to lose."

"I never lose."

"You will this time."

"No way!"

"Good luck."

"Don't wish me luck!"

"But you'll need it."

"Bet I won't…"

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"Good luck, Seifer."

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