A High School AU with Fairy Tail. Happy reading!

Note:

Flashbacks and thoughts in italics

I do not condone or encourage any behaviors in this story. It is simply a fictional story.

Brats of Magnolia

At dawn, a late summer rain had washed over the litterfalls outside. By the time he made it to the library, Natsu had gotten fed up with these crazy kids bustling out of god-knows-where. Noisy people, not even supposed to run around like that. But it's not like they'd get sentenced to hang tomorrow. For a teenage boy who didn't plan out his summer days, Natsu shouldn't feel as good as he's feeling now. He didn't have to stay. He could've jumped the fence to the boy's dorm instead. Intuition or whatsoever, he chose not to.

Here, library windows overlooked the maple trees lined across the footpath like huge fenceposts. Natsu wasn't a bibliophile, but he liked the peculiar silence only this part of the school block could offer. The distant hiss of a car re-echoed off from the gravels. Once, Mr. Dreyar had complimented him for his keen sense of hearing.

"You ditched Math class. Were you sick?" This chick is sarcastic. So, she'll have a taste of her own medicine.

"My business. Uh. Julia!" He relished in a certain level of internal gratification as her ruby lips primmed and brows bumped together in a scowl at his deliberate mistake. "Oopsie. No, Ju—vi—aa, I don't like the bullshit they teach at school." Without answering her second question, propping his chin atop a pile of magazines on the desk, Natsu grinned lopsidedly. Juvia's dark eyes flared formidably.

"I don't—" A pause, where his head whipped to gaze onto the next girl whom he'd seen last class wander in. "—Mind telling me why you followed me here out of all other places you could go?"

Despite that, the girl hot-footing to his left was the one who answered him, not the one who unzipped her backpack muted. "I'm Cana Alberona. We didn't see you in school for days and concluded you were dead." A couple of seconds went by before the former trained her eyes on the latter. They exchanged looks. Noon wasn't sunny today, provided the leaden sky, the hissing car that hasn't stopped hissing, and the breeze that swished in through the open panes, cold, icy. "I'm dead. Besides, now you could brag about how you saw a ghost in real life—a handsome one at that."

"It's bad, Natsu Dragneel."

"What?"

"Your joke."

Shortly after, when the pitter-patter of a cloudburst hit upon the roofs, he took in the newcomer's appearance. Pretty blue ponytail, perfectly ironed uniform skirt, polished black shoes. An ankle squared over one knee, head cocked to the right, Natsu gave Juvia a lackluster smile, clearly put off by her cautious, academic mien. He'd held a general dislike for teacher's pets, bookworms: good boys and girls, had hated way before he stepped foot on Magnolia Winters High.

Huh. A prim and proper goody-two-shoes…, Probably not here for me.

It's just that they're so unlike him, who, with poorly tied neckties, sneakers for shoes—both of which clashes with the actual color codes—had broken the rules with flying colors. But the icing on the cake, the final nail in the coffin, was his wild taffy hair, up in a messy ponytail, considering which the headmistress stopped writing to his brother fruitlessly. Never in this century will it get trimmed.

It's been only 20 minutes since Juvia Lockser's cold, just a bit threatening intro. For some unknown reason, she hadn't uttered a word. Customarily, the ringing bell broke his reverie. Craning his neck once again, he saw Juvia with her lunch out already, head deep down a hardcover, thick book. He sighed…Not my type.

"Uhm. I'm Natsu Dragneel. By the by, you guys got plans for the evening? 'Cause I don't!"

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"We already know your name, you prick—" The girl with chestnut fringes framing her face, Cana, thinks she's cool, but Natsu can't help thinking she's more of a bitch playing over-smart. That's when Juvia cleared her throat, cutting Cana off.

"Erm. The three of us have a project to finish. We left it halfway. Remember? If you want to get the internal marks and survive high school, join us at Cana-san's house this evening." Speaking, she maintained admirably faintest and simplest expressions supposedly to steer clear of any wars.

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Sentences hushed to mumbles.

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He pondered whether to mingle or not, but survival did matter. The neat girl had been easy to handle considering the ultra-cocky one, though neither of them was near friendly. Natsu shouldn't blame them. His current policies included a 'no give and no take.' Maybe it's time to rescript some of those. Slamming his palms on the sheen mahogany, he sprang from the bench. "Good point, Julie. Text me the address."

"It's JUVIA!" Before her expertly polished shoe makes contact with his head and sabotages his treasured hairstyle, he fled out of the room through the open balcony. Nevertheless, cheeks red with fury, Juvia vowed to take revenge.

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Author's Note

Hi guys, I'm back! This month, I'll be updating the third chapter of my Loke x Juvia Fanfiction, it's almost done! That was my attempt at something breezy and fun. Hope ya enjoyed.