Just what have I gotten myself into? This was the only thought that managed to cross Natsu Dragneel's mind as he looked down the arm of the blond before him, the tip of her fan pointed between his eyes. The expectant look she wore made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Her brown eyes looked away from his onyx eyes as she withdrew her fan. With a snap of her wrist she spread it open to fan herself. Natsu pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
Two minutes into their introduction and he had already decided he didn't like this girl very much. She had an air of arrogance around her that really pissed him off. "My father just doesn't give up, does he?" He heard her sigh from behind her fan. He should be the one annoyed, not her. She spun on her heel, the gown she was wearing giving a slight twirl. "Well, good luck."
The way she had said it was almost mocking and that really irked the pink haired youth. He stuck his tongue out at her back, though he wished he could do more, but he couldn't. As much as he wanted to, he had to restrain himself from solving this the way he usually did: kicking and punching. He would just bottle up his anger and take it out on Gray later; it was his fault Natsu was in this situation anyway.
He watched the girl settle down on the chair he had found her seated in when he had arrived to meet her. She had propped a book open on her lap seeming to have completely forgotten his existence. He felt his glasses begin to slip again and pushed them back up. He would definitely get his revenge on Gray for this, but first he had to deal with this girl. He ground his teeth. How had he even agreed to this? Oh yeah, it was because of that. Oh, woe was him.
This is just the prologue (sort of) to get the wheel spinning. Just trying to get you readers curious. How's that working ou?