FYI, there are A LOT of similarities from my other fic, I Love College.
For those of you who read that fic, you'll see why ;)

Enjoy~


Wendy

The rest of the school day was pure agony. Not only had Wendy managed to acquire the most idiotic school crush ever, but she was completely embarrassed for the rest of the day - her face never went back to being it's pale self, she was temporarily red for the whole school day. Of course, this wouldn't have happened if the school had stayed with the schedule it had for three years: every subject had a new teacher. The fact that this year the students only had one teacher for the major subjects (including homeroom) wouldn't have been such a bad case, except if your teacher was the most handsome man you've met in your life.

While the boys in her group only managed to notice her reddened face, all the girls were well aware of Wendy's awkward attitude. By lunch period, all the girls huddled and brought out their thoughts on their teacher, "Mr. M."

"He seems like a well mannered guy?" questioned Erza as she picked through her spaghetti bowl.
"Mr. D also seems to have a rough past… Juvia saw the scar," the swim team captain spoke soft, eyeing Gray to make sure he didn't hear her comments, "It's really big."
"The scar gives him an edge though…" thought Lucy, nibbling on her sandwich.
Levy was currently braiding a strand of Gajeel's hair but turning her neck to talk to the girls. "He seems like a smart guy to me. He can't be a day over twenty-five. Most of our teachers are in their thirties."

All the girls stared at Wendy last, some of them with a hint of a smile on their face. "What does Wendy think?" asked Juvia. The bluenette looked down at her own sandwich and took a huge bite, "I -unno?" Some of the girls giggled, and Lucy stared at her for an awkward amount of time. Raising an eyebrow and swallowing the food, Wendy shrugged, "I'm serious. I just… I don't know what to think of him."

Before her blonde friend could answer the bell rang, signaling the next class was to begin in about five minutes. "I guess you have the rest of the day to figure out what you think of him," she got up and Wendy followed, grabbing her Jansport from the floor and moving to put it on only to find the weight of her bag disappearing. With a confused face she turned only to find a smiling Romeo looking back at her. "I'll take this off your hands. We're next door neighbors, remember?"

A small laughter escaped her lips as she placed a manicured hand on her hip, "Romeo I'm sure I can take that on my own." The teenager only shrugged, walking away from her with her bag in tow. "Hey! Romeo, I'm serious, come back!"

.-.-.-.-.-.

The rest of the day came out to be more unbearable than Wendy could imagine. Every time Mr. M looked her way, she found herself turning her head and looking down onto her desk. Why? He's beautiful. She smacked her forehead and immediately the lecture stopped. "So I really am that boring? You have five minutes left of class, bear with me."

Her eyes snapped opened as her friends snickered next to her. Raising her head, she found herself looking straight at her teacher who had already jumped back into the lecture. Five minutes? she thought, more like over 179 days left. She felt a nudge from behind and looked over her shoulder, a smirking blonde looked at her - no, she was giving her that look… the look that meant she was going to be interrogating Wendy for the next few hours about a certain guy. It couldn't get any worse…

Apparently, it could.

After the dreaded five minutes passed the bell rang and everyone began shuffling around, grabbing their bags and waiting annoyingly to be dismissed. Their teacher hadn't noticed that part and walked to his desk, plopping on his chair comfortably and raising an eyebrow at his students, "Isn't that the last bell?"

"You're supposed to send us out," spoke Gray, already looking at Natsu and making up a challenge to see who could get to their car the fastest. Wendy turned in her seat and saw Lucy's annoyed face - she obviously was embarrassed to even have a crush on Natsu seeing the fact that he and his best friend acted like they were five. "Oh… well then, uh, yea? Go. I'll see you kids tomorrow, eight o' five!"

Wendy felt a gust of wind as Fullbuster and Dragneel raced towards the door and outside, Juvia chanting for Gray to win while Lucy loudly protested about their existence. Levy turned got out of her seat and swung her own Jansport bag onto her back, leaning on her desk she let a big smile come to her face, "You guys realize we have every class together, except for some electives? This years going to be amazing!"

Levy was right - they had all their main classes together, except for two. Wendy was lucky enough to have Levy and Lucy for creative writing, but had Health & CPR as her second elective with Jellal. She remembered briefly how Romeo had complained about them not even having one class together, making her smile. Poor Romeo, she thought, guess we can only see each other after school and on weekends. "Are we ready to go? I'm thinking we could stop by Enchanted and have some food." The scarlet-haired school president spoke, although her eyes were currently clouded with what everyone knew to be strawberry cake. Jellal laughed out loud, bringing Erza back to Earth, "Alright, let's go now then, before the college kids get out and have us wait until they're done eating." The remaining group of friends nodded and began to move towards the door. Of course, Wendy wouldn't reach the door. Fate, in her mind, was not on her side today.

She heard her name and stopped in her tracks, a few feet away from the door. "Could you stay for a few extra minutes? I need to ask you some questions." She turned her head a little and found Mr. M staring right at her. Are you kidding me? Lucy stopped too, with a confused but contempt face, "We'll wait for you in the parking lot." Great, Wendy thought, everyone has left me…

The bluenette walked back to her seat and sat uncomfortably, watching everyone else leave the room. Finally, as the door shut from the last student leaving, Mr. M let out a loud sigh. Immediately Wendy stood up, "I'm sorry about smacking my forehead during class," she looked up towards the board where he had written some equations from their first period, "It was rude and unnecessary and I really don't know why I did it but it won't happen again!" She breathed heavily, her heart pounding on her chest, and met her teachers eyes.

Mr. M. turned around and faced the board and then back at her, "Are you done apologizing to the board?" Wendy eyebrows furrowed, a small 'huh?' escaping her lips. The teacher only laughed to himself and leaned onto his desk, his elbows placed on either side of his laptop. "To be honest, I had totally forgotten about that. I just found it funny that you were staring at the board apologizing, instead of at me." She felt her face get red and she looked down, whispering a 'sorry'.

"Woah, no need to get all sad. It's cool!" She looked back up at him and let out a small laugh as she saw him stand up from his desk and show a sign of surrender, "It's easy to get overwhelmed in senior year, specially if you have to look at this face for about 75% of your school day." Wendy laughed a little louder and nodded her head, "Yea… you're right. Thanks." Her cheeks began to cool down and her heart wasn't beating as fast anymore; he was nice, and not at all as intimidating as she thought. Still, he was the most handsome man she ever met but she was finding it easy to talk to him.

He stood behind his desk with his arms crossed, a smile on his face from what Wendy supposed was towards accomplishing not making her faint. "So, was that it?" She crossed her right foot behind her and tapped her toe to the ground, a small habit she had from her days in the orphanage. Mr. M's eyes opened and for a second Wendy could imagine a small light bulb appearing in front of his head, "Ah yes! Well, you are my teacher assistant for the year, correct?" The bluenette nodded, she was chosen by the principal to be the teacher assistant in all her classes since she had received 'Principal Honor Roll' every semester for her entire four years of high school.

"Perfect! So if you look around," he motioned to the bare walls of the classroom, "This is as dull as it gets. I'm thinking about going shopping and grabbing some posters and pasting them around the walls. Also maybe getting some words that I could stick to the walls as well, maybe even have a bulletin board?" Wendy turned in her spot and began imagining what the class would be like with all those colorful ideas Mr. M had in mind. "I think that's a great idea," she turned towards her teacher, "The bulletin board can be used to mark special dates throughout the year… and maybe you can even have a student of the month posted on their too? A way to keep us students on our feet?"

Mr. M began clapping and laughing, "Yes! That's a great idea!" "When are you planning to actually do this?" she questioned. "I'll probably shop around this week and have everything for next week. Are you free to come on a weekend? Maybe earlier on Monday morning if we don't finish up Sunday?" Wendy looked at him: how his eyes were bright with ideas of how his classroom would look, how his hair seemed a bit rustled after clapping and being overjoyed with the idea of having help, how his smile seemed to warm her body. Blinking and sighing she tapped one last time on her toe, "Sure. Sunday it is."

Making a 'score!' position, Mr. M walked back towards his desk and opened a drawer. Out of curiosity, Wendy walked forward and leaned towards his desk. Pulling out a small stack of stickies, the teacher was currently writing a number on one of them and ripping it out of the stack. Looking up, he smiled, "Here's my number, this is strictly for school only. Please, don't put my number on the newspaper or something…" The bluenette laughed, "I promise. I'll send you a text so that you know it's me." He nodded, already on his laptop, "Great, have a good day. See you tomorrow."

Wendy began walking towards the door, her hand was about to grab the knob before she heard her name called out again. Turning, she saw Mr. M. still in his chair, typing up something, "Don't be so shy. You're a really bright girl." Smiling, the bluenette opened the door and walked away from class.

.-.-.-.-.

Thankfully Mr. M had only kept Wendy for an extra five minutes, giving the gang enough time to arrive at Enchanted and sit comfortably in a large table. Everyone had their designated favorite 'Enchanted' meal in front of them - including Erza with not one but two strawberry cakes. "So tell me again why would Mr. M keep you an extra five minutes?" Lucy asked while picking at her chocolate croissant.

With a heavy sigh, the bluenette explained what exactly Mr. M had in mind for the classroom and how she, his teacher assistant, would be helping out this weekend. "Are teachers really allowed to give out their numbers to students?" Questioned Juvia, who was currently dipping a tea bag into warmed water. Levy intervened before Wendy could speak, "Yup. Well, I mean, I have most of my prior teachers' numbers because I always study on the weekends in school. I've never had a problem and they've all told me the same thing that Mr. M told Wendy: don't give out my number."

A few people from the gang looked towards Erza, the scarlet-head already finished with her first cake. Looking up, she pursed her lips, "It's not something illegal and it's definitely not against school rules. He gave her his number strictly for the purpose of painting up the class. I approve!" Without hesitation, she dug into her second cake, earning herself a chuckle from Jellal as he slowly ate his own chocolate mousse.

"Who cares about Mr. M? School ended already, let's talk about this weekend! Let's go out!"
"We are out, Natsu."
"I wanna go somewhere else!"
"With what money? Last time I checked, none of us have jobs!"

"Just get married already," Gajeel groaned, making Wendy laugh out loud as she saw both Natsu and Lucy bicker for the hundredth time today. She looked around at her friends and back down at her own plate where a half eaten eclair lay. "I think we should go to the beach this Saturday," she heard a familiar voice say next to her. When she looked up, Romeo was smiling at her side and shrugged, "Since you're busy on Sunday, might as well just go for a morning of fun in the sun."

Gray brought his hand down towards the table, "Yes! Beach time! We gotta go at least once before the weather starts to get cold!" The rest of the gang began nodding their heads and agreeing to a beach day, some of the girls already figuring out what bathing suit they'd wear to the beach. Wendy looked to her side and grabbed Romeo's arm, "Thanks, that's really thoughtful of you." Her hand stayed there a little longer, although she certainly didn't feel much from it, and saw a tint of red come to her friends cheek.

"Anything for you, Wens."


"Anything for you, Wens" - remember that line :)

-Nina