The teacher hated her. She wasn't really sure why, but he did. Levy was a good student, good grades, amazing essays, great attitude in class. The only thing was, she was quiet and shy, which led to "an insufficient participation in class", according to stupid Professor Geer. The only good thing about the lit. professor was his hair. Ugh, how she hated his guts. At least it was mutual, she thought, as she sat down in her usual seat, third row, fourth seat from the left window, where she had a perfect view of the sunset.
This so called teacher, Professor Mard Geer, wasn't that bad of a person. He did sometimes like to spontaneously throw chalk at students, but that was pretty much the limit to his hateful behaviour. His assistant made up for his serious, sometimes dark teaching habits, with her overly joyous and caring personality. Ms. Strauss was in love with the idea of shipping students, and it came to a point where most of the time, she was just writing down ship names, instead of actually helping the Professor, like any other assistant would do. When you fell into her hands, you were bound to become a couple. Everyone knew that.
The bell rang, most stopped chatting, and the minority that didn't were soon silenced as well. (The effects of the Prof. Geer glare were quite immediate.)
" All right, I know full well that finals week is coming up, and that you are all busy with your idiotic campus lives, but, instead of giving you poor poor students an exam, I will be giving you an end of the year project. It will be done in pairs."
Groans could be heard from all through the classroom. Some students were happy, some were not. Yet, through all the complaining, they all managed to find themselves a partner before the guidelines were even explained.
All of them, except for one blue-haired girl, and one muscular boy.
Gajeel had mastered the art of always being the center of attention, even as he stayed quiet. He sat in the last row, but with his numerous piercings and spiky long hair, no one could really enter the classroom without noticing him. He had this scary aura to him that Levy didn't quite like, and she was honestly a little scared of him. She was actually terrified of his big muscular arms that seemed to be capable of crushing her without second thought.
He never meant to be this mean. Yes, he did have quite the past, numerous fights, countless numbers of black eyes caused, and other quite painful statistics, but he wasn't a bad person. He was that guy who picked up the stray cat, who fed it, and kept it. He was the one who smiled at the homeless man on the street and stopped to talk to them. Unfortunately, Levy didn't know that. Neither did all the other students at Mavis University.
So when the two oddlings were paired together by Ms. Strauss, the whole class was shocked.
Levy was about to cry.
Gajeel was indifferent.
And well, the white-haired assistant was smiling.
When you fall into her hands, a new clock starts ticking.
A story starts.
Tick.
Tock.