Note: Siegrain is the asshole after my own heart.
Also! Lies of a Lost Girl, a collaboration between myself and Freyjabee has updated on the Mira's Bar account! It's a Jerza and Miraxus story and we'd love for you to give it a go!
The fire in the chemistry labs and the resulting fumes were an inconvenience for everyone who wasn't Siegrain or Jellal. Though, they shared no classes - a phenomenon Siegrain still wondered about - they did spend third period on the same hallway. Every classroom in the east wing was herded to either the library or the auditorium for free study until lunch or until the fumes could be cleared out. Whichever came first.
"I don't see why we couldn't have just been dismissed for lunch early," Siegrain griped, leaning back in his chair. He propped his knees against the table he and Jellal occupied near the back of the library. Jellal glanced up from his laptop.
"You're going to fall on your back and get sent home with a concussion if you're not more careful."
"Thanks, doc," Siegrain muttered. "How do you know that's not my plan anyway?"
"By all means, then," Jellal murmured, clearly distracted. "Damage your already dented head."
"Are you really going to waste this free time studying?"
"You do realize the test we're missing will be given anyway, right? And probably tomorrow? I'm not looking to fail it. Dad's still pissed about my oral exam score in Spanish."
"We can't all be Mystogan and speak three languages besides English."
"I'm only trying to learn the one," Jellal bit out under his breath. He suddenly stood and disappeared into the towering rows of reference books. Siegrain sighed and let his chair fall forward. His fingers drummed restlessly on the table top. Two hours of free study. He couldn't think of anything more boring.
His eyes caught on Sherry who winked at him but shook her head in warning. She wouldn't leave her table and he couldn't really blame her. The library was far too crowded for them to get away with anything fun. Siegrain scanned the crowd again and a familiar head of scarlet drew all of his attention.
Erza stood near the cluster of school owned computers and tucked a wayward strand of hair from her eyes. She was still in her gym clothes - which meant the fumes had passed from the east wing and proceeded directly to the locker rooms on the other side of the wall. When she finally spun around and met his gaze, she smiled. Siegrain greedily smiled back.
She thinks you're him. He'd take it, though. Erza weaved her way through the maze of tables and half-shelves. When the bottom half of her body came into view his grin widened. Girls' gym shorts were such a gift. She pulled out the chair next to him and fell into it. He could smell her body spray mingling with the sweat that kept the wispy hairs at her neck glued to her skin.
Utterly without shame, Siegrain slug his arm around Erza's shoulders and leaned all the way in to press a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
"Miss me?" he asked in his most offensively rakish tone. Erza turned to face him. Her nose only an inch or two away from his. Her eyebrows dented together slightly and her head tilted to the left. She stared at him hard before making a disgusted sound and standing.
"You're a pig," she said, planting her hands on her hips.
"Yeah, yeah," Siegrain muttered. "Jellal's in the stacks behind you."
He didn't regret fooling her even if only for a second and his eyes never strayed from her behind in the gym shorts. He hated to see her leave but he loved to watch her go.