DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fairy Tale. Period.

MUST READ: Thought that I should take some time off my other FT Fanfic, Another Shot at Love, and make a different GraLu story. This is going to be a two-shot fanfic or something. If I get enough hits and requests for a sequel or a mini-series for this then I'll reconsider. Anyways, let's not waste more of your time. Enjoy!

PS: Don't for get to read Another Shot at Love! Thank you and R&R!

LOOK AT ME

Chapter One

I hurriedly ran down the slope of the street as I chomped on my breakfast. I was running out of time and couldn't afford to waste any more of it. He was always early and I was always late and I'm always scolded. But today... Just today... I wanted to impress him and get there earlier than everyone else—even him.

I carefully took my steps as the slope ended. It was cold that morning, the sky was dark and gloomy due to the impending storm and so I wore my jacket on top of my gray tank top and dark jeans.

"Haa..." I sighed out as I stopped in front of the building. Looking around, I smiled proudly at myself. There was no black vintage car. That meant our teacher wasn't here yet.

I opened the wooden door and walked toward the stairs. Our room was on the second floor of this building. There, we would sit painstakingly for eight hours and listen to him talk—our only cram school instructor, Gray Fullbuster. I never really wanted to go to cram school at all. I haven't really seen myself as someone who excelled in the academics. I am rather smart, though, just not the school girl type.

The only reason why I went here was him.

I opened the door to our classroom. I turned the lights and the heater on and took off my jacket as I made my way to my seat, the seat at the very back, near the old grand piano.

I shivered.

The heater sure took a long time to work. Maybe it's faulty? I thought.

I glanced at the wall clock that hung atop the blackboard. It was seven-thirty. I don't know what time he usually gets here but it should be anytime soon.

CREAK.

I looked at the door and there, closing it behind him wearing a white coat and a black turtle-neck fitting top and white jeans, as glorious as ever, was Gray Fullbuster.

"Heartfilia?" he exclaimed. Of course, he was surprised upon seeing me. I was always an hour late! He took his glasses from his sling bag and wore it, then took a closer look at me. "So it is you!"

"Good morning, sir," I politely said, standing up.

"What are you doing here today?" he asked as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat hanger.

"Did you drop me already?" I asked, practically embarrassed. Seven times late meant being dropped from his class and I know I've long passed that number but was he this cruel?

"No, that's not what I meant..." he laughed, making his way to the teacher's table. "I announced that there won't be classes today."

"You did?"

"You must've been sleeping..." he joked.

"What about you, sir? What are you doing here?" I had to change the subject! It was too embarrassing!

"I came to pick up some papers—your class' test papers."

I gulped. Right. I haven't really done a very good job in that exam. I didn't study well enough.

"You're early, though. That's something new," he complimented. "If you're always like that, you may actually have a chance at the university."

I sighed. He studied at the university as well as taught at our cram school. He was four years my senior, very intelligent, talented and handsome. Soon to be the head doctor of their family's hospital. Although practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he didn't want to depend on his family's fortune and lived by himself, making his own money. There are times, though, when his family would offer him a helping hand now and then. But aside from that, he was very hard-working and diligent. In every aspect, he was close to perfection. He was waaay out of my league and so he would never look at me. I heaved a sigh.

"Why that look? Don't you want to go to the university?" he asked.

"No, that's not it, sir!" I answered. I must've had quite a face for him to react that way and so I had to rearrange my face. "It's something…personal."

"A boy?" he asked, half-smiling. He walked toward the cabinet of papers behind me. "A boy you like, perhaps?"

"W-well... You could say that..." I answered. If only he knew that boy was him.

"A case of one-sided love?"

I nodded. He unlocked the cabinet and took a thick brown folder out.

"I think I understand," he said, not glancing at me but at the papers, checking them.

"You do?" I asked.

"Hm… Yeah… I guess…" he started, returning the thick brown folder in the cabinet and pulling out another one. "I'm old enough to have experienced something like that."

Was he really listening or was he simply pretending to listen. "You've experienced one-sided love, sir?"

"Huh?" he asked, looking at me. "Yeah… Once…"

"With whom?" I asked excitedly. I wasn't putting my hopes up but… There was a slim chance, though.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?" he said, putting his index finger in front of his lips. "Dr. Scarlet from the university, you know her, right?"

Oh… Dr. Scarlet. How could he not like her? Dr. Erza Scarlet was a red-headed master surgeon who taught at the university. She was very pretty and tough. She was smart, too. She topped the exams in her first try and had all the hospitals within the country practically fighting over her. There were even rumors that she could do a surgery alone in record time and make a perfect incision with her eyes closed.

Now how could I compete with someone like her?

"Well, Dr. Scarlet is very pretty," I confessed. "But isn't she married with a businessman?"

"Yeah… Jelal… My second cousin…" he laughed then closed the cabinet door and locked them. He seemed to have gotten whatever he was looking for.

"Well, I'm leaving. Are you going to stay here?" he asked me.

I snapped out of trance. "Huh? Oh, yeah… I'll be leaving, too."

"Let's go out together, then," he said, nodding at me.

I stood up and he walked in front of me.

I blushed. Even his back looked absolutely gorgeous. Why'd he have to wear a skin-fit top now of all times, when I'm alone with him? Why?

"Do you know Natsu Dragneel?" he suddenly asked, when we'd closed the door.

"Of course!" I said, smiling. Natsu Dragneel, his classmate in senior high, was his rival in the football team. He was also my childhood friend slash best friend. As of the moment, Natsu was studying Culinary Arts at the university. I admired him because he always had time for me even though he was busy with his other career: modelling.

"Is he, by any chance, the boy we talked about?" he teased, showing off his perfectly white teeth.

I blushed. I once had a crush on Natsu but that was when I was younger. I only saw him now as a big brother but to have our teacher—the one I like—ask me that kind of question… It was embarrassing.

"N-no…" I denied. Well, it was true.

"It seems that he is," he said, when we were going down the stairs.

"But he really isn't—"

SWOOSH!

Rain came down heavily from the heavens. Good thing I—

"Oh no…" I unconsciously blurted out. I left my umbrella back at home!

"Is something wrong, Lucy?" he asked and this made me blush. He never calls me by my first name!

"N-nothing, s-sir…" I said. "I just realized that I left my umbrella at home."

"Oh, I see…" he said casually, pushing his glasses up. "I could take you home if you want."

"That's really nice, sir, but nobody's home right now," I confessed. They all left town and I just had to get left behind because I wanted to impress. And now, there were no classes and to make matters worse—"And I even left my keys…"

"You're such a scatterbrain, Lucy…" He did it again! "Oh, and, when we're not in class, you could call me Gray."

"I-I'm not used to it, sir…" I said. My heart was practically racing now. "But I'll try..."

He simply smiled. "Well, if you don't have anywhere to go, do you want to help me check your test papers?"

"Really, G-gray?" I said, stuttering. "Where?"

"My place," he said. "Though I'm not sure I've cleaned up."

He laughed slightly when he looked at me and it was heavenly. I smiled in reflex.

Even though it's like this… Even though he'll never look at me the way I look at him… Even though he's completely out of my reach… Even though he likes another girl I can't possibly be at par with… It's okay. As long as I can see him and admire him from afar… That's enough for me.

Awwee… Poor Lucy… I know what that feels like…