Hard to love

Chapter 4: Why him?

By: Fictional dream

I do not own Fairy Tail or any of the characters, just this story, Fairy Tail is created by the genius that is Hiro Mashima, not lemony but yeah enjoy, glad you all like it so far :)

Levy sat across from Lucy, nearest to the window, looking down at her four cheese pizza. Gajeel was sat next to her, eating his way through his second pizza, where as she had hardly touched half of hers. It wasn't that she wasn't hungry, she just couldn't think straight.

"Aaw, he has a crush on you!" Why? She wasn't very well endowed, she wasn't confident or tall, he was like a skyscraper compared to her. What made him attracted to her? Why was she attracted to him? Sure he was handsome but he was a bully, everything was just making her feel a little nervous, she wasn't use to guys liking her in that way. Will a tiny growl that sounded like a frustrated kitten, she grabbed another slice of pizza and touch a large bite, ripping into it and glaring at the cheese that hung from the other end. Why did it all have to be so complicated?! Levy was deep in thought, making disgruntled, kitten growls, not paying attention to the large, raven haired boy who was looking down at her in confusion and slight amusement, cause he found the noises cute as hell.

"What's wrong, short stuff?" His deep voice grumbled lowly, so their other two friends wouldn't hear, though they were too deep in conversation to notice the petite girl almost jump out of her seat. For some reason his voice made her whole body shiver, the thickness and sweetness of it, it was like honey and she wanted to drown in it so badly.

"Muffing..." Levy whispered between a mouthful and looked up at him, he had remnants of his devoured pizza still around his lips, other than telling him this, she brought it upon herself to pluck a napkin from the middle of the table and reach up. She hadn't thought it through until she was already gently pressing the paper towel against his lips gently, wiping away the excess tomato base and crumbs. Her heart was beating so fast as he looked down at her, wide eyed and just as stunned as hers, or at least she thought so until he took her hand, placing a gently, soft kiss on her palm causing her to turn into as red as a traffic stop light. His lips were as soft as a rose petals, which was surprising as her body felt like it was descending into a deep abyss of need and lust. A small cough caught their attention and Levy quickly pulled her hand from his grasp and away from those maddening lips, she hadn't the heart too look up at her blonde friend but she could tell that those chocolate eyes were boring holes into her skull.

"We're just going to get another...drink!" Lucy exclaimed, making Levy instantly look up at her with a panicked expression, she knew what she was doing and didn't like it one bit. Her blonde friend pushed her salmon haired partner from his seat after his rather drawn out protests and dragged him towards the counter. She watched as they couple walked away, Lucy looking back only once to wriggle her eyebrows at the scowling bluenette who was now stuck between a glass pane and a raven haired bully who, at this moment, seemed to have a soft spot for her. Levy sheepishly looked up at him, he was already looking at her, his crimson eyes almost staring into her soul as one side of his lips curled up in a mischievous, crooked smile that seemed to draw her in.

"So... wanna make out?" He asked, it was so sudden she couldn't think, or register what he'd said right away but she couldn't get any other word out besides.

"What!?" She was aware her face had literally gone fire truck red and he leaned down, she had nowhere to go other than over the table but she wouldn't have reached it in time as he cupped her face. He was so blunt it made her want to scream, she hadn't kissed a guy before, she was always so wrapped up in her books and studies, as his lips came closer, he kept complete eye contact with her, his gaze making her go a little dizzy as she bit her plump, pink lips. Then the world seemed to stop, she could hear herself breathing as everything went in slow motion, her eyes traced the shadows of his piercings as the light changed position on them, she followed each strand of obsidian hair that fell out of place as he moved and she only questioned one thing. Why him? What made him so irresistible?... Then everything sped up and her heart slammed across her chest. The pizza place became almost deafening, making her close her eyes to drown out some of the noise as his breath veiled her lips, warming them before she felt the brush of those rose petals. Her whole body shook with anticipation before her breath hitched and his lips melded with hers. It wasn't gentle, it was full of passion and promised unthinkable deeds, it made her knees shake and her insides burn as he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to him and wrapping his other arm around her waist. Everything seemed to tingle as his lips moved against her own and she gasped as his tongue pushed between them. This moment of shock gave him time enough to coax her tongue into a sensual dance, the only sense that seemed to work was touch, she could feel the way his fingers stroked the fabric layering her skin, the way his tongue bullied hers and gained dominance, how his breathing became rhythmical and she sighed. Relaxing into it. She had no idea of how her fist kiss would be, she picture gentle and romantic, not rough and erotic, she wanted to be wooed and swept off her feat but it felt like they had been taken out from under her. Her hands found their way to his shoulder and entwined into his thick, obsidian locks that were shockingly soft, with every second they stayed that way, she became more in sync and confidant, though he stayed in control. It felt like an amazing forever before their lips released each other with a wet pop and she opened her eyes, he was already watching her his eyes dark and almost intimidating as he pulled back and glared at her. Why was he glaring? Did she not kiss him right? Did she do something wrong? His glaring made her so anxious and scared.

"I have to go..." he grumbled and her heart felt like it had been hit by a freight train. She didn't even like this guy and him telling her that he was leaving made her feel sick as the lump in her throat formed. She bit down the tears that were forming uncontrollably in her eyes and nodded, looking down at the cream table and remnants of pizza that had been eaten, she couldn't look him in the eye as he got up and left. Levy sat looking down at her hands, her lips still tingling and her heart still racing but it no longer felt nice, it felt like a heart attack and she felt like her lungs were being constricted. Feeling her eyes well up, she made a snap decision, she shouldn't have accepted Gajeels request, she shouldn't have let him kiss her or go near her, she should have known better. Grabbing her bag and purse, she slid out of the small booth and ran through the pizza place, she didn't wait to push the doors open, she slammed them open, not caring when they bounced back off of the wall and hit some poor other customer, she just wanted to go home, eat ice cream, watch Netflix and try to slip into a coma. As she was running down the street, her blurry vision made out the large raven haired boy who was walking slowly as she whirled past him, not stopping when he shouted after her. She just wanted the ground to swallow her up. It took her half the time to get home than it had walking there, though she had ran three quarters of the way. Her hands shook as she pulled out her keys and opened the door, thankful that her mother wasn't home yet as she ripped the note in half and chucked it in the bin. She slammed her bag onto the couch, huffing and trying desperately to turn her sadness into anger but it didn't seem to work as tears dripped down her creamy cheek. Her whole body seemed to give in at that moment with all the questions and she fell to her knees in the middle of the front room, why? Did he not like her? Was she not pretty? What made him run away? Why did she even go on a 'date' with that jerk? She should have known, she didn't want to like him but she couldn't deny the way her heart seemed to skip when he looked at her or the way his smile seemed to fill her stomach with butterflies. How could she have fallen so fast? She would lie that during the time they had seen each other every now and then, her eyes would always linger, he was the bad boy everyone wanted and she was silly enough to think he wanted her. Levy was mad at herself, she was mad at Lucy for making her think that he liked her in any way and she was made at him for making her feel that way. With a small sob, she picked herself up, trudging up the stairs after plucking her bag up again and slumped into her bed, she just wanted to sleep forever. She wanted to get lost in her studies and her books and never have to see his face again...