Just Levy

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Chapter Twentysix- That Punch is Spiked

GAJEEL

"You look like a tool." Rogue teases me. I turn to growl at him and he continues to spin in my desk chair and look through my CDs.

'Well you look like an asshole." I retort back as he laughs more and throws a Rise Against CD for me to put in my DVD player. I catch it, pop the disc in and then rub my temples once I do see my cheesy appearance in the mirror. "Shit. I do." I mutter. I'm wearing this stupid, itchy tux and my hair is only back in a bun. This is all she gets.

"Why are you doing this anyway?" he asks, moving his chin to the music. I groan. That was such a good question. Why was I doing this? Oh yeah.

I want to fuck Jenny.

"Because attending this stupid, middle school dance shit will guarantee a spot in Jenny's pants." I smirk devilishly as he returns it.

"Yeah, and that spot is blood. I bet she's on her period. She won't let you hit." I gag and move away from the mirror.

"Your mom did, though." I scruff his hair and he swats me away mock angrily.

"So where's your mom?" Thinking back to her smiling face, I hide the grin that crosses my usually bored face.

"Back home." I already told him that I live with my uncle Ross and Aunt Jess. "I told you that, you damn rock." I say, using the first insult that comes to mind.

"Your aunt is smoking hot."

"Dude. Not cool." Why was I friends with this prick again?

"Tonight, after Jenny rides you to town; call me and tell me about the stupid dance. Gotta go." He leaves my room, but returns and takes one of my CDs, and then leaves again. Oh. That was why. My phone buzzes on my bed and I go over to it. Jenny.

"I didn't know blondes could work phones." I greet her in my low voice. Her high, peppy one sniggers on the other side of the line.

"Shut up Gajeel! Are you still picking me up?" I picture her in a tight little dress and nod.

"On my way. Do you want a corsage or some shit?"

"No, that's fine. Just come get me." She whines. I end the call as she blows corny kisses through the phone and go to pick her up.

When I pull into the school parking lot, I already feel like turning around and driving into a fucking lake. Jenny notices my expression and fixes my tie.

"It'll be fun, Gajeel. Lighten up." She whispers in my ear before placing a small kiss on it.

Okay.

"Let's go in there so you can squeal about your dumb dress and then we can leave." I say. It's like she knows I'm joking because she walks even slower, my eyes traveling down to marvel at her curves that are brought out very nicely in her dress.

"I think you like my dress." She giggles, latching onto my arm.

"I think I want to leave." I grumble as we go in, handing the two guys at the door our tickets. They look just about as miserable as me. The gym is so corny and gross, with 4th grade-ass looking paper mache, and there are white table cloths and stuff. All of the girls love it, of course. I stay by my date's side, and she occasionaly glances up to yell something at me over the obnoxious music that had terrible bass, but it was cranked up so loud it sounded like it had a backbone. "Where's Erza?" I ask her as she points to a certain area.

The redhead is drinking punch (that I doubt is spiked) and laughing with Laki, another girl apart of student council. Jenny drags me over to them and I just look at the ceiling. I also latch eyes with another dude who looks like he wants to shoot himself.

"Erza oh my god! You look so good!" How are they managing to squeal over the music? How is that remotely possible?

"Jenny you too! I love the split, so sexy." Erza says as I chuckle at the face she makes. "And you must be Gajeel." She directs towards me.

"That's me. So you and the council planned this entire thing?" I ask, mock interested. Laki nods enthusiastically.

"The whole thing." She chippers. I wipe my nose and grin mischeviously.

"It sucks ass."

"Gajeel!" Jenny hits my chest playfully as I laugh at her little baby hit.

"That didn't hurt!" Erza rolls her eyes but a simper is on her face. "Kidding. It's not too bad." I shrug as my little blonde date just wraps my arm around her. She wasn't that short, but she was next to me. I liked it. Erza's brown eyes widen and she begins to scurry away in her heels. I look in that direction and see someone kneeling on the ground, clutching their stomach. Oh. That punch is spiked.

"So, Gajeel how much money did Jenny pay you to get you to come?"

"Nothing yet." Once again, another baby hit. "Try harder, Polly Pocket."

"Let's dance."

"No."

"Gajeeeeeel." I shake my head.

"I said no." She pouts her bottom lip out and squeezes my hand.

"GajeeEEEEEEEEEEEL!" I groan and thank the gods that a slow song is on. If Rogue saw this he would laugh his ass off and then I would kick it. I fucking hated school dances. We go to the floor and my hands are on my pockets and in heels, she can actually put her twiggy arms around my neck. We're just swaying and I was fine that. "See. This is fun." She tells me.

"If death is fun, then ya." I say mocking her voice. She shakes her head and gestures for me to lean down.

"Not as fun as what we'll do if we go back to my place, though." I give her a wide-eyed look as she just bites her lip and I'm swaying more. In fact, I put my hands on her lower back. I spin her.

God I hate school dances.

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mayvicbot: NAH FAM levy isn't ugly, she's just insecure. i think i already answered this in a PM but im an old woman so i will write it again.

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