"Thousand armies couldn't keep me out."
After that little talk Juvia and Gray had, eventually the bus had stopped a block by the university. Juvia sped out of the bus and made her way to the building, running inside and entering History which was gladly on the first floor. She took the shortcut. She's been in the school since freshman year, going through the long shortcut, which is throughout the entire campus courtyards is asking to be another ten minutes late. She knew the college well and she decided to just enter the front courtyard and to the entrance, the north hallway and there the room was. Gildarts, or as everyone called her Mr. Clive was scribbling notes on the large chalkboard, there was a row of seats, even though some eyes stared at her Juvia quietly went up the steps to enter the row where Lucy and Levy were, they waved for her to come over.
Juvia flashed them a quick smile before sitting in the empty chair next to them, sighing a sigh of relief that Mr. Clive didn't-
"You're late, Miss Lockser, welcome to class and get some notes down because you know in this class I don't repeat squat." The professor turned around to face the full classroom of over fifty or more students that began to snicker. Juvia blushed faintly, "Sorry, and yes, I'll get some notes down."
"Smooth, we're just about to end the class in eight minutes." Levy reminded Juvia who started to bring out her books for notetaking on top of it was Gray's startbucks gift card he had dropped. Lucy eyed it suspiciously.
"I hope this late thing wasn't all because of a craving for beverage." Lucy chortled sliding her notebook a bit to the side for Juvia see her notes in an open view.
"This isn't mine, stop making these assumptions. I was late, how could I possiblygo to Starbucks?" Juvia whispered pushing the point out of a ballpoint pen and scribbling down Lucy's notes in script swifty and quickly. She eyed the clock then at her composition paper.
"Then who's? Somebody ask you to hold it so you could, um, spend it?" Lucy interrogates, Juvia stuffed the gift card in her pocket. Juvia sighed, "No." She huffed, "That the textbook pages for the week?"
Lucy rolled her eyes, "Yes.And some are the ones you missed the lasttime you were late because of your stress issues. Now who's gift card is that?"
Juvia was half way done copying Lucy's notes, she stopped at a sentence and looked at Lucy, who was still glaring at her. She eyed Levy who was intent on listening on what Mr. Clive had to say about World War II.
"I met Gray on the bus." Juvia confessed, Lucy's eyes widened, "Seriously?!"
"Miss Heartfilia." Mr. Clive's voice was stern, it startled Lucy as eyes turned her way, Juvia eyed each of the eyes looking back at them, she felt uncomfortable... like the dreams.She'd go to a numbered room, and each room something had to be watching her. Sometimes during these repeated dreams that's when her body breaks her free and wakes her up before her locked up mind even tries to wake up itself. She'd lay awake with open eyes and see them... over and over, when the moments are over...
She'd scream, and cry, shout until her eyes are bloodshot red and claw at her bedsheets.
"Y-yes, Mr. C?" Lucy answered to her name that was called by the professor.
"Tell me, after the war many soilders suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You must be wondering well is this thing a thing soilders only experience, right?"
Juvia listened in wondering what Lucy has on her mind answering this. When you're dozing off, talking, or distracted, Zeira would know. All professors know. They just do.
"Yeah. They served in the war, they experience lots of death of those and loved ones-"
"Absolutely bullshit Miss Heartfilia!"
The class didn't laugh. They just continued to listen with their ears. Mr. Clive wasn't the only teachers who got a bit... rowdy with their students.
"It is?" Lucy cluelessly asked making Levy snicker.
"Yep! You god damn kids are always about what I heard right? Clean your ears. Soldiers experience fear. But so does everyone else. I'm not a Science teacher but I was a Psychology Major. Every has that one event in their lives that kept them thinking at night." He began to walk up the steps and step in front of students as he spoke, eventually stopping in front of the table of the trio, eyeing Lucy.
"You have potential, Lucy, you're smart. But one thing. You can be a complete dunce. Sometimes even worse than Dragneel."
Lucy frowned offended. "Look at me. Don't feel down about yourself, you still have things to acheive." He comforts. Lucy looks up at him again.
"Lucy, have you ever had a nightmare?"
Juvia had her eyes dead set on Lucy at this point. Levy stopped scribbling to watch the show that was at their table, so did the rest of the students, some closing their laptops. Laptops were able to be used for research purposes, meaning in class it was an acception too. Only for school purposes, mostly to study.
"Yes, a lot, actually-"
"Did you ever feel fear during these dreams? Like, wanting to get out of all madness and, want to wake up?"
Lucy paused shrugging, "Usually I'd just be running from some bad guy and when I get stabbed, or to safety I just wake up. It's the type of fear of wanting to get away from the killer."
"So you dofeel fear, as if the killer really is aiming to kill you."
"That's what killers do... am I wrong with that one?" Snickers fill the class at Lucy's nervous question. Juvia was drowning in thoughts until he began talking again.
"No. See Lucy, fear is not evil. It's okay to feel fear. What to question is the extent and how it affects you. These soilders, they're fighting for the country, can you believe the comparison between how regular people fear, and these soilders fear... I believe they're quite equal. Therefore since I put people in the picture, think about the people too."
"Okay I'll take that into consideration."
"Miss McGarden, what do you think of Lucy's response? Killers are aiming to kill you? Dream-wise."
Levy looked up at his tall figure with confusion, "Of course, they're chasing you meaning your dream is communicating with you in a way that in dreams like that, you... u-um, run."
While Levy stammered at the last sentence, in thought, his gaze went over to Juvia. Her heart stopped. Oh fuck. Holy fuck. Oh my he's looking at me. Did I do something wrong? Is it because I'm late?
"Miss Lockser?"
Juvia stopped biting on the tip of the pen unconciously with her head tilted, she kept her head straight and sat up facing Mr. Gildarts. She pressed her lips into a thin line thinking for just two seconds, she's got a piece of mind, she just doesn't let people know about them.
"I'm going to agree with Levy. However the answer is that, Mr. Clive, it depends." She gives him her opinion boldly, "It's all about the mind. And your control. The message the dream is trying to give you. Since sometimes you can't control your dreams... back to the soilders, it's uncontrollable and terrifying, but is it really what the dream has to be doing? Does the killerhave to chase after you?"
"Too in depth Lockser." Gildarts cautioned, "Be reminded this is only a scenario where you immediately felt fear in a dream you are not aware that you can't control."
"You asked Lucy if she's ever felt fear in a dream. I'm just explaining a clearer perspective on why the killer as Levy said, has to chase you."
"Explain some evidence to back up the claim, get me pwoned Lockser. C'mon, talk to me."
The class watched their debate, Juvia hid her blush that left her face feeling hot all over. Look at how much attention she's recieving... you... no, no one experienced fear as much I have in a dream. I can't be kept out of it. They can't keep me out...Juvia brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, evidence? That's easy. Juvia tapped her chin.
"Lucid dreaming." She stopped tapping. Mr. Clive narrowed his eyebrows, interested, "What about it? What could that possibly be suitable for evidence to dreams itself?"
People are surprised she's not even proved wrong about the master at making people feel like shit themselves.
"They have a difference. I would know. lucid dreams, you can control them, therefore you can stop the killer from running after you if a lucid dream dealt with that situation."
Some people "oo-ed" and "ah-ed".
Mr. Clive shoved his hands back in his pockets, "Come to my class after school, Lockser. WE'VE GOTTEN A LITTLE OFF TOPIC? HAVEN'T WE?" He hollered making his way back down the rows and sitting on top of the black desk that faced them, he didn't bother to sit on his chair.
"Let's now continue the lesson. Heartfilia, McGarden, get the wax out of your ears god damn it."
Both girls bit their lips nodding and obeying embarassed, the class lets out their laughs they've been dying to let out for ages, Juvia didn't laugh though. She wondered what he needed to talk to her about after school. She bit her lip. He must not get a damned clue about my dreams.She thought. She's not normal. She's a mystery. Probably that's why he eyed her... the quiet ones.