Chapter 4- This is an apology?
Lucy POV:
Lucy stormed through her front door. Stupid idiot! Not knowing whether she meant herself or Natsu.
How could one person be so rude?! So diabolical?! And SO damn sexy!
I consider my home a place of comfort. My refuge from the disappointing outside world. Every surface polished to a high gloss. I hated clutter and disorder.
And, Natsu Dragneel was total chaos.
"The man must die!" I yell almost knocking over one of my plants.
"I can too control my emotions...sometimes"
Everything would have been fine if he hadn't awakened such potent desires inside. Eh, who am I kidding, the second Natsu walked by my cubicle everything sparked to life. No one should smell that good and look like heaven in a pair of jeans.
"God save me, I think I'm becoming my mother."
Hating something one moment, loving it the next.
I didn't hate him. At least not at first. It was the second he opened his perfect mouth and insulted me, a stranger with loathing and distain?! No one ever treated me like that! And for some reason it excited her.
I hear my phone ring and jolt upright glancing at the caller ID.
Mirajane S.
"Hey!" I pick up
"Oh good, You picked up! Now tell me what happened between you and Pinky?" She whispers
"Where are you? And why are you whispering?"
"The bathroom stall at work. But that's not important. SPILL!"
"Are you the only one in the stall?"
"Concentrate Lucy. He saw you leave, went back into the office then stormed out a few minutes later."
"Did he leave the building or just the office?" I ask
"The building."
"Good." Feeling a little satisfaction he'd left in a huff too.
"We couldn't hear you guys through the door. What happened? What did he say? What did Porlyusica say? What did you say?" She says no longer whispering.
I explain Porlyusica's odd behavior. Starting when she hired Natsu to when she demanded I work with Natsu.
"Ass" I mutter
"That's not possible."
"Uh-yea! you should've heard the way he insulted me Mira!He's an asshole. I assure you!"
"No, not that. I meant Porlyusica actually hired him? A MAN?"
"Afraid so."
See, my reaction is pretty justified. I'm not the only one astonished by this.
"For what reason?"
"You're guess is as good as mine."
"Oh my god! Is she dieing?!"
"No, maybe a bad concussion gone wrong?"
"What if she stopped taking her meds. Maybe she's listening to voices in her head?"
"Yeah or an Alien took over her body?"
We both burst into laughter at the absurdity.
"Well, whatever the reason, it doesn't change that he works here. And Natsu thinks that women will do or say anything for an orgasm."
"Well..."
"Mirajane!"
"Sorry, I just haven't had one in a while."
"An hour ago you told me everything was great with Freed."
"It is." An unspoken "kind of" is left hung in the air.
"I just stopped sleeping with him since he proposed."
"Are you driving him away?"
"No, no of course not. I just want to be sure he's the one." doubt in her voice
"Are you that unsure? You tested him and he passed."
"I don't know, he tells me I'm beautiful and how much he loves looking at me. But what'll happen if I gain some pounds or get wrinkles, or when I get a pimple?
"Let him see you. That's how you'll know."
"I'm scared."
"Well, if you're not sure then he's not the one.."
"So you've said. Anyway, tell me more about our new coworker."
"He's a waste of chiseled features and movie star muscles."
"So, are we giving him the cold shoulder or is this war?"
"War. Definitely!"
"Yay! Wait.. hang on, someone just entered the bathroom.. —Uh, I'll call you later." She clicks.
I stare at my phone for a moment before shaking my head. What should I do now?
The doorbell rings.
I wasn't expecting visitors.
But it could be my Family. My mother Layla loves impromptu visits. My grandmother Anna who likes to borrow my clothes and peruse cemeteries looking for widowers. My sister Michelle who enjoy's talking about her married life. My brother Sting who likes to defend his fellow brethren with charts and statistics. Proving their not all bad.
Striding to the front door. I glance through the peephole and curse. Pulling the door open, there he stood, the devil himself..
Natsu Dragneel.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded
"Hello to you too, Princess."
Oh playing nice are we?
"Oh my, where are my manners? Why, hello, Mr. _ Whatever, are you doing here?"
"It's Natsu." A muscle ticks below his eye.
"Oh, is it? I seem to have forgotten."
"I came to apologize." He scowls.
"Really? What for? Living? Breathing? Having a penis?"
He leans against the door frame.
"Do you reply to everyone who tries to apologize to you like this?"
"Just you."
"Look, can I come in?"
"No, now isn't a good time actually."
"Great thanks!" He barrels past the door and me!
Frozen in place, jaw dropped in shock. In arousal, In ANGER! That man.. Grr
"I have mace!" I turn fuming
"I'm not surprised." He replies striding to the living room and disappearing from view.
"You're not welcome here!" I say holding the door open. Determined to make him leave.
"If you want to get rid of me, you'll have to talk to me first."
"Or I can call the police and report a break in."
He laughs challenging me
"Tell Chief Makarov I say Hi. I've been meaning to go see him."
"Liar, you do not know the police chief."
"I always make friends with the local law enforcement. Plus he plays poker."
Still holding the door open I hear shuffling. What is Natsu doing in there? I huff.
"Hey, is this picture of a naked baby on a bearskin rug, you? I bet it is. Same big brown eyes. I'll have to check your ass for that tiny star-shaped birthmark.. ya know, just to be sure." He winks
"Put that back!" She screeched
"Oh, the things I do to appease my curiosity." He sighs
She saw red. She felt red.
"Ah, look at you in this one. Eight years old is my guess. You're wearing rain boots, rainbow dress, and a cowboy hat. But not smiling, big surprise. Ooh, I like this one better! Still not smiling but you have yellow panty-hose on your head. Did you pretend they were your ponytails?"
"I bet you liked to play dress up, didn't you." He snickers
Keep calm Lucy, Do not respond.
"Well these just get better and better as you get older!" He burst out laughing.
Oh hell no, this is way past an apology.
"I WILL count to three and YOU better be walking towards this door by the end or you'll regret it."
"One." My jaw clenching so hard my teeth hurt.
"Your prom date looks constipated. What did you say to him before your mommy snapped the picture?"
"Two.." Bastard!
"Three, and please tell me you still own this! Did your mother make this? Because there's no way that many ruffles and bows can be called a dress!"
That's it! My fists clenching. I storm into the living room.
"I've never killed anyone, but there's always a first." I mutter
End of chapter 4.
