Apathy
Looking around the cafeteria filled with rowdy students and the smell of fast food with a pointed frown, Gajeel took in the school he always figured as weak. Sitting at a table far from him sat the pink haired bastard who was responsible for kicking his ass. It was as if their fight never happened. Dragneel and his group didn't try to mess with him, even when they found out he was now a student here in Fairy Academy.
Nevertheless, they wouldn't acknowledge him either. It's as if he is invisible. The old man no doubt passed word around somehow that no one was to bother him. He didn't need protection; he could look out for himself.
So why did it feel so suffocating here?
"If you want to make friends, Juvia suggests not looking so scary."
Stubbornly looking away from his former partner as she paused by his table, Gajeel snorted at her words.
"Whatever." He didn't see the hurt flash across her eyes as she set an extra juice box near his left, scarred forearm, then walked on to join Dragneel's group. It did not skip his notice when he glanced after Juvia's as she walks away. Her cheeks reddened when the black haired dude leaned over to check out her tray of food right after she sat down across from him.
What did he need "friends" for? Gajeel considered Juvia a comrade until he learned that she had joined the very school that crushed theirs. Now look at where he was. The new and uncomfortable situation he was in.
He was now a fairy, but at the same time he wasn't.
A sharp sounding crash sounded over by the buffet line of where the food was. Like one body, the entire student body that were in the cafeteria moved to the source of the commotion. Dragneel and his group followed the red haired woman's lead, full of confidence and authority. The students split like a tear in a piece of paper for her, but he still couldn't see what was happening from where he sat.
Like he cared what happened with these people. Honestly, Gajeel felt like he didn't belong. Now is a good a time as any for him to make a quick escape. Headmaster Makarov was determined in him being enrolled here, but his classes weren't drawn up yet so he had no reason to stick around. Deep down, he knew no one cared if he was there or not.
Glancing at the juice box by his arm, Gajeel sneered and snatched it up, almost crushing it as he made his way for the side door that led out into the front yard of the school. He threw the unopened beverage into the trash as he thrust the glass door open, leaving the chaos behind.
Loneliness. It seemed to embed itself into his life, despite his inner want to fill the void.
It didn't matter if he tried to help himself or if someone wanted to save him. He always ended up alone.
A buzzing vibration followed by a loud ringtone went off in the pocket of his smooth black leather jacket he wore over his freshly pressed white uniform shirt. Growling under his breath, Gajeel plucked a beaten, silver cellphone with blunt teeth indentations all around the smooth edges from his breast pocket. Had anyone been by his side at that moment, they would have laughed at his ringtone being the Imperial March from Star Wars.
Flipping the phone open, he pressed the speaker against his pierced ear and growled lower, "I thought I told you not to touch my fucking phone."
"Now now, Gajjy. I was just having some fun! Remember, what used to be my money got this phone for you. "
The young man held his tongue from telling the older man on the other line where to stick his money. He gave his word to Makarov that he would monitor his son and couldn't jeopardize his contact with the headmaster of Raven Tail University. No matter how much it made his fingers itch to squeeze the living life out of the eccentric fool of a man.
"Don't touch my stuff, Ivan."
"Of course, my boy. Any juicy tidbits of news to give me?"
Walking through the parking lot, Gajeel reached his black and silver motorcycle and slid the key into the ignition with his free hand. Lifting one long leg over the smooth leather seat, Gajeel brushed the fingertips of his left hand over the scale pattern on his handle grips. His red gaze glanced over his shoulder back to the Academy he had tied himself to.
"When I rip this place open from the inside, I'll have something worth telling you. Until then, don't call me."
Before the man had a chance to give a stupid sounding response, Gajeel snapped the phone closed and revved his bike out of the Academy's parking lot.
Standing by the cafeteria windows, a large man with slicked back, auburn hair and two o'clock shadow narrowed his black eyes once the motorcycle was gone. Gildarts Clive, the Academy's laid back P.E. instructor, crossed his bulging arms over his muscled chest.
He didn't like this arrangement with two Phantom kids being transferred here. If they weren't careful, the Redfox kid could cost them more than just property damage. Turning away from the window, Gildarts sauntered through the aisles between tables with a determined face.
It was time the Headmaster called a staff meeting.
To be continued-
The ending was a little lame, but I am just getting started. There will be more, and I'm holding so much back because there is so much to reveal! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and who keeps leaving feedback. You are amazing! Here is an e-Tiramisu parfait!
