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So, without any further ado, I will WRITE! Lol
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail
Lucy's POV
"Lucy, you're gonna be late for class!" somebody yelled, causing me to groan and flip over on my left side. I heard a growl before the person stopped over to my bed and yanked the sheets off, causing me to whine and go into fetus position. After a few moments of battling for sleep, I finally gave up and opened my eyes. I was met with a very upset Levy. I sighed and flopped back down, causing her to growl again before speaking. "Would you rather stay here and fail, or get up and graduate college? We only have three more months!" Deciding to test her patience, "I'd rather fail-" "Lucy!"
I chuckled softly before sitting back up and sliding off my bed. I stood up and looked down at my short friend, ruffling her hair before walking pass her to the bathroom. Of course, she scoffed and stormed out of the room. Not really caring to apologize, I closed the bathroom door behind me. I walked over to the mirror, cringing slightly at my appearance. The slight darkness underneath my eyes showed the lack of sleep I had went through recently, causing me to scowl. "I hate this…" I groaned before hopping into the shower, turning it on and beginning my routine.
In case you were wondering, I am a 23-year-old senior in Rosedell University, soon to graduate as an English professor. Standing at 5'4", I'm considered one of the shortest girls in my college. Hence why I always wear some sort of leverage in my shoes. If not heels, platform sneakers it shall be. My style of clothing is quite skimpy, but conservative enough for college. With me being a 42DD and curvy thick hips and butt, I have no choice but to have conservation in my clothing. As for my personality, I could say that I am a sweet girl until I'm angered. I can become very… violent. But! On with the story!
By the time I finished, it was already 7:30 am, meaning I was now 10 minutes late for class. Even though I resided in the dorms provided by this college, it still took me a good 10 minutes to make it to the English building. Quickly throwing on a light pink turtleneck sweater and skinny jeans, I grabbed my keys and books, slipped on my boots, and ran out of my room. "I'm sooo gonna hear it from Professor Scarlet…"
Time skip…
I sighed and slumped down in my seat, happy that I was able to catch most of today's lesson. Thankfully, Scarlet let me off the hook, leaving me with a, "The next time you are late, you will face my wrath" evil face. I still didn't feel better, but I'd rather take that than pain.
After a few more breaths, I gathered my things and stood up. I had work in the next hour. I had enough time to freshen up and change into my work clothes. "Lucy!" someone cried, causing me to turn in response. I smiled as I saw Levy running up to me, bent over from fatigue before standing up straight to greet me with a wave.
"Hey, Levy. What's up?" I greeted back, turning and continuing to walk. We were roommates, so we're going the same way. "Nothing much. Just came back from lunch. I know that you have work and sometimes you're too tired to even pull out your keys." She said, laughing lightly as she readjusted her back on her shoulder. I laughed, knowing how right she was.
We made it to our room in 5 minutes, sighing in relief as we flopped onto the couch. After another five minutes, I hopped up from my seat and freshened up. I walked back into the small living room and grabbed my keys, placing it in the purse that I picked up from my room. I told Levy goodbye before leaving, locking the door behind me.
It took me about 30 minutes to walk to the bar I work in, me not being fond of transportation. I was currently working as a waitress at Fairy Café, the evening shift being my favorite time to work. Today, however, I had to work the afternoon shift for some unknown reason. Of course, I won't complain since the pay here is great. I plan on moving a after I finish college.
Many people greeted me, complimenting my looks and my clothes as usual. Now, don't get me wrong, I do find myself attractive. I just don't think I am the BEST looking girl. However, my outfit says otherwise. I was currently wearing a white button down long sleeve shirt, tucked into a pair of high waist dress pants. To top it off, I had on a pair of black stilettos, raising me a good 4½ inches.
Thirty minutes into work, guys were already hitting on me, trying their hardest to get my number and… other disgusting proposals. Guys can be so uncalled for. "Hey babe. Glad to know I caught you at the right time." Slurred Gray as he grabbed my wrist, causing me to roll my eyes. He was a good guy… when he wasn't drinking. When drunk, he was the usual messy drunk. It's sad, really.
"How my I help you, idiot?" I asked harshly, whipping my hand out of his grip. He pouted before ordering his food, knowing full well not to agitate me any further. He is the only person I have gone off on during work, and it was for good reason. He slipped his hands underneath my skirt when he was having one of his drunken spurs, resulting in him having a minor concussion from me roundhouse kicking him into the nearest table. It nearly cost me my job, but Makarov understood after many witnesses backed up my story.
As I was making my way towards the kitchen to place in the order, and unfamiliar color caught my eye. I remember ever face that steps foot in this café, and he was somebody I have never seen before. His hair was a salmon color, having the disheveled look that caused my to scrunch my face slightly. He was currently slumped over his menu, seemingly scanning it to see what he wanted. Seeing that nobody was coming to service him, I made my way over instead.
"Hello! How may I help you?" I greeted, giving him one of my best smiles. His hair was covering my view of his face, but I could tell that he likes spending time in the sun. If it were a different situation, his voice would have been the sexiest thing I have heard. However, it was making me feel more irritated by the second. "Why are you so perky in a place like this, you stupid blond?" The growl that emitted from him in the sentence made me shiver. Not in a good way, either. Feeling highly offended and annoyed, I opened my mouth to retort. I was immediately silenced when he looked up.
His dark grey eyes were sharp, resembling that of a viper ready to strike. They held a shadow, framed by well-placed lashes and slightly squinted lids. The handsome features that he possessed were adorned with the meanest look I have ever seen, the tightness in his jaw clearly seen through obvious agitation. His soft pale pink lips were placed in a firm line, his nosed lightly wrinkled from the sneer that was slowly coming on. How could somebody look so angry and uptight? Despite myself, my eyes caught a glimpse of washboard abs through his tight dark blue shirt, showing that he is nowhere near weak. The muscles the strained against his sleeves were that of an athlete, a gymnast maybe. I could tell that he had strong muscular legs, the skinny jeans leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He clearly had a large package as well.
"Are you going to take my order and stop staring at my dick or not, trick?" he growled lowly, effectively snapping me out of my ogling. Trick!? How dare he! I frowned softly before taking a deep breath, closing my eyes before putting my smile back on. He's a new customer, and the customer is always right. Fucking shit. "Y-yes! What would you like, sir?" I asked politely, straining to keep myself together. He scoffed and began to order: quite rudely, might I add. By the time he was done, I was on my last nerve. I had to get out of her before I blow up on him. Jotting it down and nodding my head silently, I turned to hurry off to another customer. Unfortunately, God wanted a laugh for the day.
He grabbed my wrist roughly, causing me to cringe and look his way. What does he want!? "Also… get me a bottle of Grey Goose. I need it after having to look at your puppy dog eyes, which I hate." He snapped, releasing me rough which caused me to stumble. I growled silently and turned away once again, jotting it down vehemently as I stormed away to collect the orders.
Why does he have to be so annoying and sexy!? I can't STAND guys like that!The look on my face must have been intense if it caused Gray to keep his drunken mouth shut. I had already brought the other orders to my customers, only one order left to give out. I was secretly stalling, dancing around the fact of even approaching that nerve-racking guy. He may have pissed me off, but something is telling me to be very careful with him. I absolutely hate the little bit of power he gained over me from one greeting. This has never happened before.
As I made my way to his table slowly, I could already feel the tension around him. Even the people that were near him fidgeted lightly, their conversations growing light. I gulped, immediately regretting not giving him his order first. When I placed his order on the table, he grabbed me and yanked me down to his level by my right arm. I cried out silently, feeling the strain on my shoulder joint as he did so. "The next time I come here… you better be the first person to come and take my order. Don't you ever take your time with my order. EVER." He snarled in my ear, his deep voice causing me to tremble and whimper. He pushed me back into standing, shoving the platter into my chest before waving me away. The people around me looked at me with worry, silently asking me if I needed any help. My lips trembled and I shook my head, walking away quickly as he began to eat.
I made my way towards the backroom, closing the door behind me as the tears cascaded down my cheeks. A broken sob slipped from my being, causing me to crumple into a heap of tears. I gripped my hair as I placed my eyes against my knees that were on my chest, the platter falling to the side.
Why am I crying… why am I trembling? I shouldn't feel this way after working with one customer…My heart pounded painfully against my chest, causing me to tremble harder. I feel the useless. Like I made the biggest mistake in my life. "Why am I so drawn to him…?" I whispered to myself, my voice shaking as a spoke. Even though this mysterious man talked to me like I was trash, I felt this strange attraction to him. Yes, he was very handsome, almost too handsome to be real. He's a complete asshole. But… I liked it.
That's what scared me the most. What's happening to me…?
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