Hey guys! I know I've been on writer's block for too long. Haha! My other fanfiction, "Hijacked" is on hiatus and I have no idea how to continue this so sorry guys :c I might as well rewrite it back and I'm terribly sorry for my horrible writing back then. URGH. *Shies away*. I have my midterm exams ending in 3 days so I'll probably post another chapter by then!
Here's a high-school fanfiction but I guaranteed that this isn't like other high-school fanfictions. This is a mixture of humour, drama, romance and many other ingredients guaranteed!
Chapter 1
"Heartifillia?" I looked up from my desk, finding Mrs. Walter looking at me.
I swallowed and nodded slightly.
"Can we have a talk, Heartifillia?" I nervously gazed around and nodded, the formalities are scaring me. She smiled and beckoned me to follow her.
I gave one last look at my best friend sitting beside me. She mouthed a "good luck" to me before scribbling down notes in her notepad. I followed Mrs. Walter uncomfortably out of the class. The class was dramatically silent. I silently said my prayers before I left the class.
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My palms were sweating and my breath was shaky as we walked along the windy corridors to the principal's office. Everyone was in class so the corridors were empty and awfully quiet. I imagined tumbleweeds in the background to add to the dramatic effect.
Oh god, this is pure torture! The clunk-clunk of her heels on the marble floor was the only thing that I heard. Did I do something wrong? Was I late to class? Did I fail to submit my homework?
Is she giving me detention!? I made a horrified expression.
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NO NO NO NO NO
She can't do this! Mrs. Walter, can you hear me, you can't do this! I screamed inside my head. What would it look on my college papers? Oh god, such impurity shouldn't taint my purest, unscathed college application! I rubbed my palms together.
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I was deep lost in my thoughts that I didn't know Mrs. Walter was speaking to me. I snapped out of my trance.
"Hello, Lucy, are you with me?"
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"YES! OH GOSH, MRS WALTER, SORRY, I AM. SPACING OUT I WAS-"
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You see, it's like I automatically switched into Yoda style whenever I'm nervous or anxious. You could see how bad I am in accessing with people.
"Can you tone that down?! I'm trying to get a nap!" A reply shot out from the blue. Before, I could process, I was already standing in front of the unforgettable wooden door with a slight crack in the hinges and letter plating on the door that spelt P-R-I-N-C-I-P-L.
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Yes, the "A" got stolen by a hooligan. Don't ask me why.
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"Fullbuster! 3 more hours!" An angry raspy voice replied and I peeked in to see the shiny bald head of the principal.
Oh. Have I told you before that our principal was practically a midget?
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"Oh, come on old man!" came from inside the room. Wait. What?
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I peeked into the office to be greeted by a room surrounded by peach walls with a single desk placed at a corner. The principal was waiting by the door when I entered.
"Oh there you are, Lucy! I've been waiting to talk to you!" The principal's eyes lightened up as soon as he spotted me coming into the room.
Crap. A very big trouble, I am in.
"Have a seat, Lucy." He ushered me forward providing me a chair to sit on. I squirmed at my seat.
"It's such a pleasure to finally talk to you, Lucy! I'm Principal Makarov D."
Pleasure!? Is dispelling students a pleasure to do so, Mr Makarov?! This is what you're about to do to me, right? I screamed mentally.
He held out a small scrawny hand. Was I supposed to shake him? Rather, I shifted backwards and suppressed a shriek.
Oh poop.
He withdrew back his hand as he realized I wasn't going to look up from my hands. Mrs. Walter gave me a dirty look and I muttered "sorry."
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So you see, the thing is I'm an A++ student, someone who actually takes notes in class, someone who's always camouflaging within the crowd of people fearing that I might get noticed my people, someone who studies for a Biology test a month early and someone who doesn't actually care about popularity.
So getting called to the Principal's office is not in my normal life routine, right? I gritted my teeth.
"Anyway, Lucy, the thing I wanted to tell you is," he stopped mid-sentence and I watched the clock on the wall as the minute ticked by. Tension was building up in the room and my palms were producing more perspiration than usual. Each of my senses became acute.
Goosebumps were visible on my hands as I tried to think of ways to escape this place. There was a window by the side of the desk but that would mean a three-storeyed drop, yay or nay? My breathing became ragged.
Mum always used to tell me that in times of nervous breakdowns, I should focus on something trivial and control the pace of my breathing. So I did what mum told me too. I focused all my thoughts on the wall clock, the wooden clock that was carefully carved and perched on the wall.
Since when did the walls become so fascinating? I glared at the wall, feeling that if I could shoot laser beams from my eyes, I could probably make a hole in the wall.
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"My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf-" I started to sing under my breath, trying to calm myself down.
However, this did not go unnoticed. Mrs. Walter was glaring at me, telling me to shut my mouth and quit singing and Mr Makarov was looking at me as if I had grown two heads.
"Excuse me?" The principal arched his eyebrow at me and I snapped back to my senses as reality took over.
There was a chuckle behind me and I grimaced. Did I just-
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"Damn, you're fucking amusing!"
I spun around rather abruptly that I was in fear of losing my balance of the chair and fell. Instead, I didn't fall and I was locked in a steel gaze with one of the obnoxious abominable creature of all;
Gray Fullbuster.
My eyes widened as embarrassment took over me. Not only did he told me I'm amusing, he used that taboo word. Oh my chicken nuggets!
What fool is fond of using such profanities in front of the principal!
And did I just sing "My Grandfather's Clock" just in front of the school's biggest and the hottest and the school's perfect-epitome of the bad-est boy every, Gray Fullbuster.
I mentally slapped myself for using the superlative form of bad wrongly. I noted myself that I would punish myself by torturing myself with five hours of reading reports!
I sank back in my seat in total embarrassment and humiliation. I knew I could have gone with Mary and her little lamb.
"How very nice of you to introduce yourself, Gray," I could have sworn that I saw Mr. Makarov glaring at Gray.
"Whatever, old man," Gray just snorted and leaned back on his chair, placing his legs on the desk.
Detention? was what came into my mind when he was seated across the room with a column of desks which seemed like a dunce corner to me.
"So like I was saying, Heartifillia, I would be really obliged to you if you would help me tutor Mr. Fullbuster with his lessons."
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I stayed silent and seated in my seat for a moment or two, processing what just happened. I had to tutor Fullbuster with his lessons? Okay. That's alright; completely fine, okay. I'm fine. I am not hyperventilating.
But it didn't go out okay as I planned. As much as I hate my slow-processing brain and my dense self, I also hated how I reacted to everything in Yoda.
I sprang out of my seat and screamed.
"Stars, my darned!"
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The whole room fell silent as three pairs of eyes watched me as I slowly sank back to my seat and muttered an apology.
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There was an awkward silence before someone-yes-someone broke into fits of laughter.
"Oh man! Oh man! I can't- HAHAHA." I watched as Fullbuster clenched his stomach and fell to the floor on his knees laughing the life out of him.
Did I mention that he didn't have his top on!?
Mrs. Walter, embarrassed by my actions kept bowing to the principal, mumbling one apology after another. I sat there, completely stunned as Fullbuster continued laughing now his eyelashes moistening with tears. He was still on the ground, crouching as he tried to draw in deep breaths.
Oh pooo!
Mr. Makarov on the other hand watched me with plain amusement as I ducked my head low wishing that the floor would swallow me up.
"That was quite a performance that you put up there, Heartifillia." Mr. Makarov cleared his throat, faking a mad tone but in fact, I knew he wanted to laugh out loud as well. Well, I'm not dumb enough to realize that, am I?
I ducked my head lower and fidgeted.
"Anyway, you still have to consider the fact that you're going to be tutoring Gray two hours after school every day. He's been misbehaving lately and he has been missing classes and now he's falling behind!" He finished ranting before I could respond.
My mouth hung open. I froze in my spot. Why was he doing this to me!?
Gray Fullbuster was good at sports. I mean, can't you see how those muscles flexed whenever he attempted to pass a ball? No kidding! He was the basketball captain of Magnolia High! And with his killer looks; his mesmerizing deep onyx eyes that made your heart pitter-patter and those messy sleek black hair which he always run through it with his hair and then his charming lopsided grin!
Not to mention his bad boy image; the sleek black bike he used to come to school with and his chic black leather jacket and his ripped jeans. Can't he be any more perfect?
He was the epitome of a Bad Boy. Everyone worshipped him. To everyone, he was a god.
To me, he was Satan. Yes, the chief evil spirit. The adversary of humanity. The devil!
How can I possibly stand 2 hours of tutoring him while just having gym classes with him once a week makes me feel faint!? This is absurd!
I call for controversy!
"But-Mr. Makarov, don't you think Miss Erza would be suited more for this particular job?" In the corner of my eyes, I swear I saw Gray stop laughing and straighten up a little.
Ha.
Mr. Makarov shook his head, "I'm afraid Erza isn't available and if she is then, I'm only offering it to you seeing as how her last tutoring section went." I saw him cringe under his suit. But either way, he fixed his tie and turned a serious eye on me.
Well, I see no problem. Erza could in fact handle Fullbuster well, couldn't she? I mean, why does she always carry that metal pipe around?
"Lucy Heartifillia, you're one of the top students of Magnolia High and there's no other who could step up and take this role. So I would really appreciate it if you would tutor him 2 hours every day after school. So can I trust you, Heartifillia? Would you accept my request?" He asked with such seriousness and intensity in his voice I could feel myself cringe.
"Mrs. Walter especially picked you from all of her 50 pupils and I say you'll have to be pretty honored about this, right?" He did a toothy grin and I swallowed.
"So what I'm saying is; if you accept my request, I guaranteed you that your college papers are going to look splendid." My ears perked up at this.
Oh no, he just didn't! Should not be slipped out of my hands, this golden chance (sounds more like a bribery).
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I'm going to get into Falls! The college that I was dying to get into! I salivated in admiration as I pictured a perfectly unscathed paper shining with such radiance that the college professors won't even have to go through twice to let me into that college!
Alas, I saw my golden chance but that contained 10 hours of hell every week?
My face fell. Well, they say No Pain No Gain, right?
I would have danced around like an idiot and sing Mary and her little lamb all day if the principal was here and Fullbuster was thinking about having another round of laughter if I ever do something idiotic again. And besides, Mrs. Walter has been giving me the stink eye for a while now.
Seriously, I should reconsider this. I needed to control my emotions from going everywhere.
So I sat back and stayed as calm and cool about it. I smiled charmingly and actually had the guts to seal the deal with him.
"Thanks, Mr. Makarov. I promise I'll tutor Fullbuster 2 hours after school every day and I guarantee you that Fullbuster will be catching on with his lessons. I promise."
Lately, I've been obsessed with WattPad (ANYBODY WHO READS BOOKS FROM WATTPAD?) I'm repeating. Anyone who's addicted to Wattpad? I swear the books there are so good, oh god, I'm squealing.
So there's this not-so-normal-highschool teen fiction; The Quirky Tale Of April Hale by DemoicBlackCat, I swear this book is the best book ever. It's got a bad boy in it and a not so normal girl who has some mental problems; I know.
So apparently, the girl there has a mental problem and speaks Yoda whenever she's nervous or anxious.
So this fanfiction is dedicated to "The Quirky Tale Of April Hale." I make sure to give credits and the phrase,
"Stars, my darned!" is taken from the story but the rest are all mine. (;
Oh, and this is an original story by me and I don't exactly plan on stealing the storyline.
Thank you for reading, guys! :3