There are two types of people at Fiore General High School, and in extraction every high school. The two are vastly different and have their own reasons for doing what they do; first is the individual who puts their all into their work. The other is the type who "don't give a fuck", and there are no two finer examples of these then Levy McGarden and Gajeel Redfox.

The former is the ranked second in GPA and has never gotten less than an A in any subject. Freed Justine, a senior, is the only person who has even over past her in terms of grades. Along with her intellect Levy handles people and social sections well, not being afraid to stand in front of half the school to read an essay or the like.

Gajeel on the other hand has skated through on a D average, not caring for the repercussions it could have after high school. The only class he gives a second thought to is metallurgy, when confronted with why he only gives this simple retort; "Dad did somethin' like it". Most stand clear of the pierced and glaring form know by teachers as "the punk".

Being in the same junior class the two have seen one another but never really meet, Levy mostly staying with her group of friends she has had since middle school. Because of Gajeel's poor grade they have only shared a few classes over the years but even when so they never talked... until now.

Integrated math, third period on a Tuesday. Levy was delving into a new book she had picked up that day, something out fairies, so she didn't see a shadow loom over head. Minutes earlier their teacher, Mr. Yajima, had offered the class to get into groups if they wished. Levy had respectfully declined any offer (seeing she had already done the work) and had started to read. The sudden cease in talking jerked her attention, she looked up from her book to see every head in the class looking, more like glaring, behind her.

She turned and bent her head up to see what her classmates were gawking at. Behind her, arms crossed, stood Gajeel Redfox. Slightly scared, Levy placed her book down and turned fully to face him. He wore black hoodie and jeans, metal bands adored his wrist. Heavy combat boots gave him an extra inch (like he needed it) and his piercings covered his face. Two from his lower lip to chin, three above each brow and another three the length of his noise. Again, three on each ear and even a pairing of four dermal piercings on his forearms. Black hair fell wildly down his back and looked like he put a lot of effort into washing it. As red eyes glared down at her with unfounded distrust, she finally spoke; "can I help you?" Levy sputtered with an uneasy voice.

"Sure can, Shrimp."

"What did he just call me?" she thought, fists clenched with rage. She shoot to her feet ready to yell. But when she stood her full height she saw what he meant; he was at least two heads taller than her. Seeing she was angered, Gajeel pushed it home after giving the class a glare, a que to mind their business.

"Listen, I don't like it any more than you do, I just need yer help on a few questions. And seein' yer a genius I was hopin' you'd 'lower' yourself to help me, " he scoffed as he threw his arms up in defense.

Now she was pissed. Not only did she call her short; she called her a "genius", which she hated, he also implied he was dumb. "Nope that's it," she puffed out her cheeks and sat, pointing to the vacant set to her right.

Gajeel let himself fall into the chair. He hadn't been paying much though to Yajima's lessons so with a test coming up, he was looking for any angel out of this. Thinking back, he could have just ask Juvia but she hated giving him answers. Now, he was sitting next to this pretentious bookworm asking for help, pathetic. What ever, as long as she just gave him the answers he'd be fine.

"I swear if he just asks for the answers!" Levy was steaming now.

"Give me your paper?" she ventured. He handed it over slowly and listed the number he couldn't answer.

It was more then half.

Calmly, and very carefully, Levy went back over the ones he had gotten. The ones he had attempted were all right so she didn't get why he needed her help. Suddenly, she realized that there was something written on the back of his paper. She flipped it to find most of it filled with work, scribbled over and retried over and over. "He didn't give up"; she though to herself with a smile, "he tired his best."

Retrieving a spare paper from her bag they went over, one by one, the some what complicated math. Levy noticed that the whole time she explained or corrected him he only nodded and grunted, his hand covering his bottom face. By the end of class he had grasped most of it but still had a few more to go, so she told him she would be in the library after school and invited him to join her if he had anymore questions. He grunted his thanks and walked out as the bell rang.

Levy gathered her things and fallowed him into the hall.

"The fuck am I doin'" Gajeel thought as he pushed open the heavy wooden door of the library. He had skipped last class just to think of what he should do, Gajeel had sat in a stairwell rubbing his temples for close to an hour. He hoped that the shrimp hadn't seen his face flush red when she turned his paper over to see his mass of work. Shit. That's what it was.

"She just playin' me, probably got a bunch of friends sittin' in there to see me look like a dumb ass. Fuck!" he tore at his hair. It was worth the risk though, he needed to pass. Already annoyed he made his may into the book filled room, accompanied by the glare of the librarian. He wondered for a minute before finding her.

She was balled up and sitting in a red and white chair in the corner of the room. A small table divided it's partner from it and piles of books stood around them. He shoes where placed neatly on the floor and her bright blue hair was held up by an even brighter red band. A pair of odd shaped glasses adored her face which was contorted into a strange smile.

She looked the like sweetest super villain.

Levy noticed how long he had been staring longer then he had. She placed her spectacles on her head and waved him over.

"I'm glade you came," she whispered softly, "did you get any more?"

"Yeah, a few," he lied, "but you should look them over anyway."

He sat opposite her and took out the work sheet. The little blue ball shot him a look when she caught his white lie. Again, they went over the remaining problems. Gajeel normally wasn't a creep, but what ever she was wearing for perfumer went him up the wall. It was like old books or pen ink, honey or flowers he didn't know. He didn't care, he just wanted to smell more. He begin to lean a little closer when he shot back and sneezed loudly. Gajeel was studded. He didn't think such a little thing could make such a load noise. It... it was... so fucking cute. She rubbed her noise and apologized. The still shocked oaf only nodded.

To her pleasure, half way in he took the paper back from her and begin to work solo. Quickly he wrote the equations and their answers down and slide it back. After looking it over she gave him a warm smile. A smile. No one smiles at Gajeel Redfox unless they want to get hit, but Gajeel just sat there. Crippled like he was shot in both legs.

He looked at her soft face and blue hair and check dimples.

Suddenly, Levy shot up, eyes on the clock of her phone; "shit I'm late! I'm so sorry Gajeel, you did great and if you need anything ask." Then she gathered her things and was headed to the door, Gajeel couldn't help but stare. The frills of her sun dress flew as she moved and two perfect legs held up my most unbelievable ass he had ever seen. Her dress was tight at the waist and the back was open. Gajeel couldn't feel his face at this point but as she fluttered out of sight and groped for his cell. Clumsily her called one of the three numbers he had saved on it. It rang for a moment and the other person picked up; "Hello Gajeel! Juvia is happy to hear from you, what is it?"

"Help" was the only thing he managed to say.