Temptation is a Sin, Right?!

(A/N: Heyo my lovelies she, hope ya'all are in the mood for some reading. I got a little type happy since I realized I can post stuff from my tablet. Isn't that neat?! I'm so excited! Anyhoo happy reading and as always leave me some feedback back.

I do not own Fairy Tail. That would be Hiro Mashima. 😊

Chapter Three: Pink Haired Boys Should Come With a Warning Label

Lucy couldn't believe her rotten luck. Not only was she running late to the mandatory orientation ceremony for the entire freshman class, she'd also forgotten her student id in her dorm room. If she'd hadn't been so busy chatting with her obsessive roommate about her crush and checking to make sure she had everything she needed, she would've had the time to glance at her pink Hello Kitty wall clock. To make matters worse, she didn't have time to turn back. All wasn't too terribly lost, she was fortunate the main office was on the way to the stadium.

She managed to swipe a visitor's pass and hook it around her neck before sprinting out the glass door and down the hall. Now all she needed to do was to ride the elevator to the first floor and cross the grassy courtyard and she'd find the massive stadium. Sighing, she streaked down the hall in search of the elevators. The blond knew they had to be around here somewhere, the nice lady in the office had said so.

She ripped her favorite blue hair bow from her wrist and jammed it between her teeth, while she gathered her thick gold colored hair. She then quickly wound the ribbon around her hair in an almost passible ponytail. She also combed her fingers through her bangs in an attempt to tame her hair. She felt silly fussing over her appearance, having never been the type of girl to worry about what other people thought of her. Yet the need to make a good first impression always seemed to win out in the end.

She had to admit the school uniform was indeed cute, unlike other uniforms she'd had the extreme distaste of wearing in the past. With it's just shy of knee length charcoal grey and sky blue checkered pleated skirt, knee high sky blue stockings, bright blue tie, white short sleeved button up callored under shirt, thick dark grey cotton vest complete with the schools logo located on the breast pocket over her heart and black leather tennis shoes. Lucy grinned happily at her accomplishments; even more so that she didn't have to slow down to fix her hair. Noticing the corner she needed to round to find the elevators, she skidded some but managed to turn in time so she didn't run into the wall dividing the bathrooms.

Struck by something hard and unseen until it was too late. The air rushed free of her lungs in one gust, as she hit what felt to be a wall with such force she slid across the smooth tile floor a few feet on her rear. A sharp pain rushed along her spine, making her wince and her eyes to tear up.

"What the…"

She only had a second to wonder what she'd crashed into, before she heard the deep masculine voice grumble something that sounded oddly like curses under their breath in another language. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. She hesitated, before lifting her head to apologize to the boy.

Lucy was no stranger when it came to members of the opposite sex. Sure her long blond hair that fell down her back in slight waves and dark brown eyes were considered an boring on common, that hadn't stopped the few boy brave enough to seek her affections. She would humor them for the most part, but after a while she realized they were lacking something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

The boy kneeling on the floor rubbing his head absentmindedly messing up his thick salmon colored hair was truly remarkable. From where she sat on the floor she could just make out the slight muscle definition to his lean frame. She knew he was tall judging by his long legs. She also knew he didn't really care for his appearance. His long charcoal grey and sky blue uniforms pants looked almost a rinkled, his tie was loose, the white undershirt was untucked and his black leather tennis shoes were terribly scuffed.

Suddenly the boys head snapped up, as if reading her critical judgements. Lucy's breath caught in her throat when his attention zeroed in on her. His dark eyes flashing at the sight of her and making her cheeks flush a light pink. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Rather embarrassedly she closed her mouth and rose making sure to keep her head bowed so he wouldn't notice her burning face.

With a short mental pep talk that consisted solely of her screaming at how acting like the kind of silly girls she saw daily flouncing around in hopes of attracting the attention of boys was stupid. Much like the one she just collided with. After a moment she found her voice, the fact she hadn't been looking at him help greatly.

"I am rather sorry for running in to you." Her voice cracking slightly, "You see I'm running l-"

"What is your name?"

Lucy lifted her head, her eyebrow rising in unison once her eyes met his. She didn't like the harsh tone of his voice, yet she was mostly shocked he was speaking English to her and not in that weird language he was sputtering when she ran into him. With a sigh she quickly decided not to dwell on the matter and answered him in the calmest and most neutral voice she could muster.

"I am Lucy Heartfilia." She smiled politely, "What is your name?"

"You look like a freshman." He commented offhandedly, as he pushed off the floor and stood.

The blond haired girl watched as the boy brushed the dust from his pants, his eyes on his shoes. She was a little put off by his demeanor and even more so that she offered him her name and he hadn't extended the same courtesy. She figured he might just be one of those high and mighty boys who chose to be rude to everyone they met. What luck she had running into a total jerk on her first day.

I don't have the time to banter back and forth with someone I will more than likely never see again. She mentally reminded herself.

"I don't have time for this." She grumbled as she moved forward, "I'd say it was a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie and that is just something I do not do."

He did not so much as make a move or utter a single syllable as she move pass him. She did however feel the intensity of those black eyes on her back, which didn't bug her as much as she thought it should. Lucy wasted no time in pressing the down arrow located at the dead center of the metallic control panel bolted between the two elevator doors. The button lit up blue, as the sound of metal whining signaled that the lift was on its way.

Lucy rocked on her heels anxiously, her weight shifting for her toes and that back to her arch. Her hands rested in the curvature of the small of her back clasped together by her laced fingers. Her nerves were getting the best of her, as her thoughts continued to run rampant. If she missed the assembly she wouldn't know where she was to go for her 'Homeroom' and as a result she would have to fight with the mean old lady at the ground floor office to get her schedule.

Now there was a person I wish to not ask a silly question. Her mind grumbled following a sigh.

"What is your deal anyway?" The unnamed boy's cold voice made her jump, "Shouldn't you be at the stadium hearing how lucky you are to be attending one of the best schools in Magnolia how all other academies pale in comparison to Fairy Academy?"

Lucy sighed, "That is where I was heading if that is any of your concern."

She didn't even need to try to get a glimpse of his face to know he was smirking at her in a very smug way. Luckily for him the loud ping noise from the elevator saved him from the painful thrashing she envisioned inflicting on the pink haired deviant. The doors swung open with a 'whoosh' and she all but dove inside the lift. Lucy feared her sanity if she had to spend one more second listening to the anonymous boy who spoke down to her in the very way she despised above all other vocalizations between people.

Lucy pressed the first floor button and almost squealed in delight when the button lit up and the doors started to close. After a quick glance at her plastic white wrist watch, she couldn't help but grin. Maybe she would make it just in time to swipe her school schedule and meet her new teachers before heading back to her dorm to rest up for her first school day starting the following morning.

"I guess I'm not the only one who likes to be fashionably late to important events."

"Are you following me now?" Lucy rolled her eyes at their reflection in the elevator doors, "If you are then you are wasting your time. I am so not interested in guys like you."

"Don't flatter yourself, princess." He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, "I tend to stalk girls with a alot more sense and alot less sass. You must be one of those prissy rich kids."

"Excuse me!" Lucy exclaimed, she couldn't believe her ears.

She ignored the burning in her cheeks that told her she was blushing and turned her narrowed eyes on the rude boy behind her. She crossed her arms over her chest, not at all pleased when she found his smirking face. Anger burned in her stomach sending her insides into a blazing inferno. She advanced on the boy, descending like death around a dying animal. Her height, though insignificant to his trembled with unbridled fury as she glared up at him.

She tried very hard to ignore her thoughts, as they were momentarily derailed by how attractive the boy truly was. How did she manage to miss the grand scale of almost perfection he was? Lucy gripped the front of his shirt tight, fisting the soft fibered cloth in her small hands. He smelt every bit as good as he looked, though she wouldn't let herself fully admit it. It was the clean fresh scent of Irish Spring soap and some Axe body spray she couldn't bring herself to try and dredge up the name.

His eyes though at first glance could appear to be a very an inky black, but up close she could make out other colors aswell. Sparse flecks of amber seemed to form what seemed to be miniature lightning bolts that sprouted off his very dark ringed pupil. The pale colored skin of his face appeared smooth and blemish free, a thick ebony loop sat in the dead center of his slightly puffy bottom lip. He stood a good foot taller than her, with wide shoulders and long limbs. She shook her head refusing to swoon and brought him to her level so she could look him in the eye and not have to look up.

"I don't know what your problem is and why you feel the need to be an overwhelming ass to me, but it is going to end now." She threatened through gritted teeth, "You better take back what you said to me before I smash that beautiful face of yours all over the interior of this elevator."

He said nothing, the smug look she was starting to think was in his genetic code never faltered. Though that snarky smirk he'd managed to keep up since they started their witty chat did vanish after a moment, leaving his lightly tan face devoid of every emotion she could think of. It looked as if his face was a blank sheet of paper. After a moment of silence, Lucy decided to take another approach.

"If you are trying to make an enemy on your very first day here, then you got one." Her words were cold and held not only a harsh bite but a promise.

In the few moments it took to drop two floors, the boy said nothing. He didn't even shove her off of him. She knew he could, the knuckles resting against his chest whispered volumes of the rippling muscles and tone abs that his layered cloths concealed. Instead, the boy continued to stare at her, the only noise emitting from him being his steady breathing. His eyes never left hers even as they continued to descend further down to their designated floor.

The power hidden in those dark orbs were doing wonders to her already waning anger. As a matter of fact she could feel the burning emotion slipping from her with every beat of her heart. Before long the weight of her eyebrows disappeared from over her eyes and her face softened to almost normality. Even the once burning fire in her belly was now extinguished, leaving her feeling slightly hollow.

"I'd never want you as an enemy, Lucy." His words though muffled by the collar of his shirt still sound soft, "That would be a waste."

Caught off guard by his odd yet strangely sincere words she realized her hold on his shirt. In her moment of surprise, the boy finally moved but not away from her as she had initially expected. His mouth descended on hers, his lips pressing hard against her lips. Lucy gasped, her eyes widening as the boy's slowly drifted closed. She wasn't completely sure how to react and even more so when he didn't move away from her.

She had every intention to push him away, yet her body wouldn't react the way she wanted it to. Instead of forcing them apart, her arms decided to snake around his neck and before she knew it her eyes were drifting closed and she was kissing him back. Lucy held him tight, returning the pressure of his lips with her own. Her body wasn't fighting him, even though her mind was pretty much wailing at her uncooperative limbs.

A sudden thought struck her and before she could fight it off it became a reality. Lucy bit down on the onyx lip ring and tugged it lightly, her insides quivering at the very male noise the boy made at the back of his throat. She was on fire, burning and not out of anger but a raw passion she never knew existed. The boy's hands seemed to send shock of delicious heat everywhere his fingertips brushed.

"Lucy." His voice was as soft as the lightest of tender touches, a faint undertone of an unknown accent tangled somewhere in her name.

With a sudden shock her will smashed through her lust clouded mind and she was finally in control of her traitorous body. Her eyes snapped open and she was finally cast out of her heated daze. It was as if whispering her name was enough to free her. Her small hands moved between their bodies and she pushed with the entirety of her might. He gave her a bewildered look and with a sigh he released her from his arms.

"What is the big idea?!" Lucy shrieked, her face burning and her heart battering against her ribcage.

"Natsu Dragneel." He spoke in that offhanded way of his, "Relax, I just couldn't help myself."

"Why you…!"

She dove forward to punch him in that perfect yet mocking face of his, only to miss when he side stepped her assault. Not to be taken lightly she continued to strike out at him until her fist connected with the smooth skin of his palm, his hand closed around it trapping her hand. Lucy glared at him and swung with her free hand, he caught that one as well. The teen roared clearly displeased with how she kept missing her target. She lifted her leg in hopes of connecting with any part of his anatomy.

Her hopes were dashed to the ground when he spun her around so she was facing the elevator door and not him. Her wrists held tightly in his hands and trapped behind her back. Lucy's heart rate spiked as she stared at the mirrored surface of the door. The picture of a smirking pastel haired boy looming just behind a blushing shy blond haired girl felt vaguely familiar to her for some reason. The feeling that she should be smiling nagged at the back of her mind.

A flash of a picture or distant memory moved in her mind's eye but before she could look it over, it was gone as quickly as it appeared. She tried hard, or at least that is what she told her to find the picture that she'd seen but it never returned.

"Wait, have we met before?" She asked, her voice fading into a whisper before she finished her question.

Natsu was quiet and she got the feeling he wasn't going to answer her. Yet, she waited in the uncomfortable silence he'd created for his deep voice to rise up behind her. Her only enjoyment coming from the shifting colors of his eyes and the sudden alive yellow bolt shaped flecks moving around his irises. She watched their reflection in the elevator surface, the flush draining from his cheeks and the emotion leaving his. He looked every bit as cold as he did when she crashed into him.

She watched their reflections a moment longer until the doors parted. The main hall was every bit as grand as she remembered. A large entryway with high ceilings he color of honey, a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging in the very heart of the elaborately decorated room. The floors were a very pale yellow tile. In the moment it took her to glance around the empty corridor that lead outside the pressure circling her wrist and the slight heat radiating from her ebony haired capture left her. Startled, she spun around and was met with empty air.

"Wha…where the heck did he go…" She wondered aloud.

Lucy was every bit as late as she feared she would be, as she threw open he heavy doors to the stadium. A heavy gust of air was expelled through her nose as she dropped her head in defeat. She would have to track down the ill-tempered office lady and plead with her to please print her off a copy of her first semester class schedule and it was entirely that Natsu boys fault. First he ran into her and gave her one heck of a headache and insulted her, making her look like a fool. Then he kissed her breathless and made her all but putty in his hands, only to disappear without a trace and make her question her own sanity.

The golden haired girl was seriously thinking about digging through her large black leather purse and riffle through it until she found her cell phone. She may be hesitant to converse with her aqua haired roommate, but she was more worried about being thrown into a crazy house from girls who made out with invisible boys. It was either ask a favor of her roommate or do the belly crawl to the office lady. Maybe if she pleaded her case to the middle aged woman seated in the over stuffed leather chair, she might spare a first year a lot of hell and give her a break.

"Excuse me. You wouldn't happen to be Ms. Heartfilia would you?"

She would've jump a hearing the strangers voice if it the speaker didn't have a surprisingly soft and mellow voice. Instead she turned around and met the stranger head on. The speaker was a guy in his early twenties, if anything he was far too old to be one of her peers. His blond hair was short and spiked back with a few bit of hair falling over part of his forehead. He wore a loose collared button down violet long sleeved shirt, black iron pressed pants with a prefect crease in the center and black leather dress shoes. The man's dark grey eyes held about as much humor as the lightening bolt shaped scar on his right eye.

He stood to the right of the high lightly stained wooden podium positioned a few feet from the edge of the stage. Long dust covered dark crimson curtains tied back by braided gold colored ties framed the wooden stage. Lucy noticed only after glancing around her a few times, that the soft tapping the man was making had stopped. Her eyes immediately flashed to where the man stood patiently waiting for her answer. Albeit a tad embarrassed at being openly rude, her cheeks warmed as she answered his question.

"I am." She smiled as she greeted him, "Lucy Heartfilia."

He didn't return her smile, but instead stuffed the stack of papers into his light brown messenger bag. She watched him move in slow measured steps down the ramp and crossed the polished smooth wooden floor. He moved with a certain predator grace that made Lucy slightly nervous. He stopped just short of where she stood, his eyes narrowing only a small fraction as he looked down at her. Not wanting to appear even more lacking in manners she extended her hand, her smile faltering momentarily before returning to it's usual brilliance.

The man didn't make a move to shake her hand right away, making Lucy feel slightly nervous. She'd been raised to always offer her hand in greeting after introducing herself when meeting someone new. Her late father used boast highly on how well mannered his only child was, to the point Lucy prided herself on how she conducted herself in public. The blond teen's heart thundered loudly in her chest causing blood to rush into her cheeks in embarrassment. Had she done something to upset the man standing before her?

"Mr. Dreyar." His fierce grip brought her back from her musings, "Homeroom class 1B and the Economics professor."

Lucy cringed in mock disgust, "You say Economics like you actually enjoy teaching it."

"You are a funny one." He stated good naturally with a smile, "I can see I am going to have to keep an eye on you."

"I promise I'm not the troublesome type." She stated rather fast as she waved her hands in front of her face, "I'm just having one of those days."

He nodded, "I know he feeling. At least our official jobs don't start until tomorrow.

"I know right." She couldn't help but smile.

"So what did you think of think of the speech I gave?" He asked suddenly.

She could feel her stomach seize with unease, before its weight fell to the nether reaches of the soles of her feet. She was stuck between a rock and a very hard place. The bright haired girl was never one to lie, not just because it was a bad thing she'd been taught to avoid but also that she wasn't lucky enough to get away with it. Yet, the prospect of telling a teacher she'd missed out on the entire meeting and in doing so dooming herself as the rotten ditching kid label was almost just as unappealing. Her mother used to tell her first impressions were just as important as brushing your teeth before bed.

I'm going to be labeled a ditcher no matter which I choose. Might as well be the honorable one. Her mental voice sighed.

"Well you see to be completely honest with you I have a confession." She bit into her slightly puffy lip before continuing, "I was unfortunately detained one way or another."

Mr. Dreyar's eyebrows fell, "That isn't good Ms. Heartfilia."

Tell me about it. She thought barely containing her eye-roll to go along with it.

"I promise it won't happen again, Mr. Dreyar." She flashed him what she hoped was her best reassuring smile.

The economics teacher gave her a considering look, his yellow eyebrows heavy over his light grey eyes. Lucy held her ground under his penetrating gaze, though she swore she could feel her soul withering slightly under the pressure. Time seemed to bend and cower around the man, what seemed to be days and even months was no more than minutes. Lucy was growing more and more uncomfortable as time passed, it was only the sound of a strangers voice calling the teacher's name that saved her. Mr. Dreyar's eyes lifted from her and settled a foot or two above her shoulder.

"Why if it isn't my second student I noticed was missing during the assembly." Professor Dreyar sounded amused though his facial features gave nothing away, "I'm interested to hear what your excuse might be, Mr. Eucliffe."

A masculine chuckle sounded from behind her, "Well good afternoon to you too, Laxus."

Lucy gasped loudly, unable to contain her surprise at hearing a fellow student using one of their instructor first names in such a casual way. Just how familiar was he with his mentor? All manners of thoughts and idle curiosity raced through the teen's mind, and none of which made her feel comfortable. Unable to quench her sudden raging questions without visual clues, she turned completely around to see the speaker.

Her jaw nearly slipped free of it's hinge and threatened to hit the floor at her feet, as her eyes took in the work of looming perfection standing a foot or two away from her. The first thing she noticed was his height, being as she was at average length as most females, she could appreciate a boy of such a generous height that bordered a little over six foot. His hair even though it was a mass of untamed spikes looked splendid when compared to his light skin tone, seemed to shimmer a beautiful pale golden hue. His eyes were an unnerving shade of blue so dark that if it weren't for the silver flecks in his irises, she wouldn't be able to tell where one segment of his eyes ended and the other began. She was only mildly surprised when she noticed the black wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose, though they did nothing to hinder his good looks. In fact if anything they made him more appealing. The boy oozed nothing but beauty from his cocky smirk to his slim yet muscular frame, he made the boy's mandatory uniform he wore look sexy and classy at the same time.

"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He asked, his attention shifting between teacher and girl.

"Oh no, I was just leaving." Lucy spoke hurriedly, "See you Monday morning professor."

Mr. Dreyar gave a small nod to indicate if she wished to leave, she could because he had nothing more to discuss with her. Lucy returned the gesture with a nervous smile before hurrying out of the large metal double doors, all the while feeling the boy's eyes following her until the doors swung closed and she made a mad dash for the door that exited in the direction of Fairy Hills.

The sun was sinking lower into the horizon giving way to a lower temperature, not cold enough to freeze the vibrant green grass but enough to warrant a light jacket. The teens rushed in the direction of their dorm rooms, fearing punishment for roaming the school grounds pass curfew. Though the student handbook found on the bed of every student was think enough to count as a light novel, the faculty only seemed to enforce three of their many rules above the rest. One of them being every student would return to their assigned room by seven o' clock sharp on weekdays. The curfew for Saturday and Sunday was far less critical, as long as you were not starting trouble and were in your room by midnight.

The second rule was boys were not aloud in the girls rooms and vice versa, all coed fraternization was to be in the dorm building Common Room and that was only until six in the evening. The last rule was that if you were going off grounds you were to inform the lady in the office. There were other rules such as only second years and up were aloud to have cars on campus. Such a silly rule, but it was followed none-the-less. You were also not aloud to bring outsiders on the school grounds unless it was during a scheduled 'Visitor's Day'. There was also a rule you could have one pet as long as it was small and you cleaned up after it. Other than those nothing else seemed of great importance.

Lucy sighed and closed her student handbook, before rolling off her bed and depositing it on her desk as she crossed the room. She paused momentarily to glance at her brand new laptop, the thought of checking her e-mails and perusing her favorite social network was instantaneous as she stared at the metal colored piece of technology. Yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to disengage the slim machine from it's plug and attempt to compose a message to anyone. There was only one thing on her mind since she slammed her door behind her four hours earlier and it was something she didn't like dwelling on. The fact the boy could kiss her like he graduated from the school of toe curling lip locks was enough to leave a permanent mark in the far recesses of her mind. She didn't like the way she idly thought of what he might be doing for the majority of her time in her new home.

"Get a grip girl!" She snapped, aghast at her wayward thoughts.

He's more than likely already forgot about your existence. She thought glumly.

Lucy needed a distraction and she needed one now, or she would end up sobbing in a corner because some boy broke her heart. The only problem was she wasn't sure what do to escape from her thoughts. Her eyes scanned the entirety of her quarters in a matter of minutes, nothing seemed to peak her interest. Juvia left not more than an hour ago spouting something about wanting to find her 'darling' and find out if they had any classes together. Lucy opted out of join the girl, not up for being a third wheel if she managed to get him to notice her.

The dark eyed girl fell back on her bed in defeat, her thick comforter all but engulfing her as she sank into its embrace. She blew a puff of air skyward causing her bangs to lift and fall in a haphazard mess over her forehead. She could always go to bed early, it'd be the best aid at her disposal seeing as she had to rise early so as to buy the last of the stuff she needed before the weekend ended and she started school with the beginning of the new week. The idea held merit, but she didn't feel even the slightest bit of fatigue. Quite the opposite actually.

A sudden thought struck her, making her risk a quick glance at her alarm clock. She had a little less than an hour before she had to be in bed and that was if she slipped her feet into her white laced flats. Having made up her mind, she rolled off her bed and after putting on her shoes and slipping her iPod, keys and cellphone into her favorite brown purse. She quickly locked her door and only after flipping the light off did she shut the door and set off down the hall to find the library.

The walls that caged the hall of her dormitory building were a dull shade of cream that clashed with the equally light colored tiled floor. The large peach colored egg shaped lights the seemed to be equally spaced did little to bring any sort of color to the building. Even the door lacked personality, though the golden metal room numbers did add some class. All the dorm rooms were painted the same colorless white with the same beige shag carpeting, leaving a small space in front of the door so as not to track dirt onto the carpet. Lucy had half a mind to buy a neon colored rug to place on the white tile in front of her white door. There was nothing in the handbook that said anything about such a thing, though painting and hammering nails was a big no-no. She quickly made a mental note to check out the stock at the local Wal Mart.

The halls were almost barren, a few teens could be found here and there but no where near around the amount she'd noticed upon arriving. No one seemed to pay her any mind, though she also noticed there weren't any person of the male persuasion. Good thing seeing as boys seemed more drawn in by her otherworldly looks, girls were content in pretending she didn't exist as long as she remained mute when boys tried to talk to her. She was good at slipping into her mind as so to appear oblivious to everything around her, it made her look less rude and more like an airhead which also didn't bother her. Labels were stupid unless they were wrapped around stuff to tell you what you were purchasing. She had the sudden thought she should find the Common Room, so after her errands tomorrow she could lounge in one of the chair as she read. She'd know where it was if she hadn't missed the assembly, not that it was her fault or anything.

Her brows furrowed in annoyance at the thought of Natsu for not the first time since the incident with the handsome boy in the elevator. Her cheeks started to warm as her mind flashed thoughts of how soft and demanding his lips felt on hers. Frustrated to the point of violence, she flipped her hair with her free hand. Lucy was never the type of girl to dwell on anything, much less anyone. Everyone liked to talk, about anything really. The list of topics was boundless, just listening was highly overrated these days. She liked it that way, no one would bother her and let her be. Sure she had her fair share of admirers, nothing serious that made it pass hand holding.

Was that pink haired boy's flirtations even serious? Maybe he was just looking for a quick fling, weren't all boys hormone driven? She knew for a matter of fact her younger brothers and older male cousins were. If she'd learned one thing from watching all the couples she'd known in her life, she should forget about that boy and push forward.

And that is exactly what you are going to do, girl.

Lucy nodded in agreement with her thoughts, before pushing the heavy darkly stained oak double doors. The room that stood before her was amazing in its sheer size. There were four levels to the room with a multitude of shelves the same color as the door, the other floors could only be reached by dark green carpeted stairs that matched the floors. The walls were the same beige as the halls, the only difference being the random placement of pictures and quotes were everywhere. Her heart began to race as she took in the room, only stopping once she reached the large desk on the far wall where a grim looking elderly woman sat going through the wheel cart of returns. The blond haired girl thought idly one of the rooms on the middle floor were housed with big black desktop computers. She all but glided across the carpet to the first shelf of books, a wide grin tugging at her lips. The teen wasn't a picky reader, she would read what ever seemed to peak her interest at that given moment.

She skimmed the titles with wary eyes, not at all pleased to be in the history section. It wasn't that she had anything against the heroes and heroines of the past, she just preferred to leave the past behind her. Her fingers brushed longingly over the laminated binds as she crossed over to the new shelves of books, or at least she would've if she didn't bump into someone. The heavy thuds of several books hitting the thick carpeted floors filled her ears, making her cringe in an effort to brace herself for the verbal lashing she was going to receive. After a few moments she opened her eyes, an apology on the tip of her tongue.

"Um...I-I am so-so sorry." Her heart hammered in her chest, her cheeks blazing in embarrassment.

The boy crouched down with his head bowed and said nothing as he started collecting his books. After an awkward moment of silence, Lucy decided to help the poor boy she'd collided with. She sputtered how sorry she was repeatedly, even though the boy gave not a sign he was angry or upset. Only after they were both standing and Lucy was clutching his last book, did he look at her. The teen looked a few years older than her, his black hair though short seemed to fall around and over his face. His eyes were a very cold black, set in a very pale and impassive face. The fact that the lack of emotional facade was so strong it seemed almost hostile and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand erect.

Was he trying to intimidate her by acting like he couldn't care less what was going on around him? In all honestly Lucy didn't want to wait and find out.

"Well...nice meeting you and all but I best be going." Her voice sounded like a balloon loosing too much air at a time to her.

"Book." The boy pointed to the red covered hardback book she still held, "I need that book."

"Oh sorry." Lucy handed him the book and smiled, "You must be a very good friend."

The boy's head tilted to the side in confusion, "Friend?"

Something at her very core screamed for her to take her leave from the boy, it actually whispered she should run as fast as she could to put as much space as possible from him. Lucy ignored what she thought to be her intuition and stayed rooted to her spot, she wanted to talk to this boy and learn what she could. She was curious about the plain looking boy who spoke in clipped sentences with an almost childish voice. Lucy who always played the role of the silent watcher felt something stir in her chest, she felt like he was a kindred spirit to her. She realized as much as she stared into those cold dark eyes. A girl could lose herself in those eyes...she could feel her body being drawn in ever so slowly...