sorry in advance if this chapter sucks, its mainly plot development... enjoy xoxo
There's truly nothing like waking up to the smell of perspiration and fear.
Fuck. Why was I even up this early? It was like 9, I didn't need this on a Saturday.
I rolled over and shoved my face into my pillow. It smelt like tears and failed dreams. And I know exactly how that smells, after all, I sat next to Gajeel for hours on end.
Haha, bam! I am bitchy in the mornings.
I smiled to myself lazily and pushed my hair out of my face, which was surprisingly untangled.
"The fuck is this!"
"Haha! Eat that you son of a bitch!"
"Fuck it! Fuck this, fuck this game!"
"It's your fault for picking Yoshi, you piece of shit!"
God dammit. My mom must've found Super Smash Bros. again, fuck I hid that for a reason!
"You just egg shitted me off a cliff!"
Yup. Definitely Super Smash Bros.
Not that I was bad at it or anything, I could kick anyone's ass any day of the week, but my parents got so damn competitive my dad has slept on the couch for a full week in what he called a 'peaceful protest' to boycott the use of Kirby.
That's right, my family was a tub of fuckin' nerds.
I stumbled down the stairs, feeling 50% drunk and 50% dead. I just needed some coffee and Lucky Charms to boost my morale. That's all.
"Oh, Juvia, you're awake! Come here, I need your help!" My mom yelled sweetly. That's right. She can yell sweetly. Don't know how she does it, but she does.
I zombie stalked into the living room to see what she wanted. My dad was lying on the couch, visibly defeated, and I saw the final screen from Super Smash Bros, revealing that my mom had killed my dad eighteen times in twelve minutes.
"He thinks I cheated. Look at those results. Tell me I cheated. Go ahead. Tell me!" My mom pushed.
"Look, I really don't care about whatever it is you're doing. I just need to get my caffeine and go." I admitted, jamming my thumb in the opposite direction and backing away slowly.
"NOOOO! Let me help you get dressed! Your first date is today!" My mom football tackled me to the ground and sat on my hip to make sure I wouldn't budge.
"Urg…Mom…can't…inhale…" I choked as she babbled on about my 'first date'. Wait…first date?
"Mom…what date?"
She looked at me like I had just swallowed an entire wine bottle. "Your date. With…Gray."
"My what with who?" I stammered. I don't remember getting a date! When was this?
Oh…wait…
"Mom! It's not a date!" I covered, shoving her off of me and grabbing the kitchen counter for balance.
"Don't be silly, of course it's a date! Now I think we all know that blue is your color, but I personally think that a little white-"
"Moooooommm," I moaned, my voice cracking severely.
"What? And if you'd just use that cleavage of yours…you're welcome, by the way…then maybe-"
"MOM." I screeched, sinking my nails (well, more like claws) into the countertop to prevent my mom from kidnapping me and dragging me into my own personal hell.
"Christ Tiffany, tell your daughter to quiet down." My dad moaned, like he was hungover from losing to my mom so many times.
"Juvia, you're bothering your father. I have a few dresses if you want to-"
"Mom, my phone's ringing! It's probably Gray!" I flat-out lied, twisting out of my mom's claws (she wasn't fooling anyone with those fake nails) and racing up the stairs with a newfound sense of energy that I really wish I would've had when I ran the mile.
I was safe in my room.
I order to piss my mom off, I picked out my ugliest shirt I had to wear.
Originally, it wasn't that ugly. A simple tie dye long sleeve shirt that had 'qualifiers' on it with a crude drawing of a swimmer on it.
But, over the years, it had accumulated splats and splotches of house paint all over it. It was my designated 'paint' shirt, and now it kind of looked like it belonged in a really, really abstract museum.
I matched it with gray sweatpants and my favorite fuzzy boots.
Now I really look unfuckable.
I mean, it wasn't like my personality already made it so, right?
I tossed my hair into a half ponytail and began to sneak downstairs. You know, so I could eat breakfast without being cornered by my troll monster I mean mother.
My coffee maker was my most favorite thing in the entire world.
It made me a cup of coffee in about two minutes and it provided me with enough self-sufficient energy not to kill everyone who stood in my path.
It was a beautiful thing, truly. Without it, I would have my face plastered all over the FBI crime lab.
I started my morning cup, surprised that the kitchen was completely quiet.
Too quiet…
I imagined my mother crouched behind the counter, her claws out and teeth bared like she was about to take a bite out of my questionable wardrobe.
It was scary stuff.
My eyes darted from side to side, careful not to let my guard down. One false move, and I could end up-
POP
I flew twelve feet in the air and my mind went numb.
Stupid, shitty toaster…
I breathed out in relief and stole one of the chocolate chip waffles. They were probably my dad's, but I could just blame the missing waffle on my mom.
Now the real dilemma here was that Gray was scheduled to come over to my house today and watch the game with my dad.
Ugh, just thinking about it is giving me the shivers.
Partly because having Gray in my house would require me to turn the AC up. A lot. Because I would probably start to go into premature menopause. Also, there was a 100% chance that my dad would find some way to embarrass me into oblivion.
Maybe if I can convince Gray that my dad is dying, and he thinks he's living in a fantasy world…
Man…that would take a lot of convincing…I'd have to make it sound like he could hardly function on a daily basis…
Eh. I could do that.
Problem solved. I'd make up a zany harebrained lie that nobody would ever believe under any circumstances ever. That'll teach stupid Gray.
I munched on my dad's waffle. It was late. Around eleven. I forgot when Gray was going to pick me up.
Huh. I actually have no idea what time the project was.
I stopped chewing momentarily. I should probably text Lisanna…she is in my group after all…
I jumped up the stairs, waffle still in mouth, to grab my phone. Maybe text Sting too.
It was weird. I don't usually make friends this fast. But like I said, I was 1 gajillion percent positive that I'd met Sting before…but I guess I had early dementia.
Last night I had texted Sting a bunch. Totally random stuff, but we have similar senses of humor so it isn't as creepy as it seems.
I grabbed my phone and plugged in Lisanna's name. Huh. The last text I had sent her said 'chocolate blankets good'. Huh. Don't remember that happening.
I asked her what time the meet up was. Nothing else, I wasn't in the mood for Lisanna-esque small talk.
She texted me back fairly quickly, a simple 'noon' and that was all. Very weird. Lisanna always adds some sort of weird out of use emoticon after every text.
That meant, that technically Gray was supposed to pick me up right about…
Ding-dong.
Now. How nice, he's on time.
Oh no.
I'm too far away from the door.
Something terrible could happen. Like, say, my mom answering the door.
Like a catcall from hell, my mom's high pitched voice rang out a greeting towards Gray.
Oh no….must…make it…to door…without…accidentally…killing…self…
I basically threw myself down the stairs, trying to put as little amount of time as possible between myself and the door. Thankfully, the only thing my mom had said was 'hello' by the time I got there.
"Thanks mom gotta go bye see ya later!" I spoke, my voice lilting up and down from my clear out-of-breathedness.
I slammed the door shut, abandoning all polite protocol when it came to guests, especially guests who looked like Gray.
"Eager." He commented listlessly, hopping into his car.
I got into the opposing side, trying not to burst into tears from his particular attractiveness of the day.
Hoodies aren't supposed to be hot.
He's breaking the laws of fashion. And I'm totally a-ok with it.
"Nice outfit." He added while he started the car, nodding at my attire.
"Thank you," I said through my teeth. Stupid paint shirt and stupid grey sweatpants betrayed me in the end!
"Is Cobra going to come?" I asked, sounding very much rude as I straightened the fallen pieces of my hair out.
"Yeah. I mean, I think. Don't know what goes on in that guy's head," he shook his head, his hair falling in front of his perfectly perfect eyebrows like heaven do you guys even realize how hard it is for me to even sit still I need some air.
"Ok. I know that Lisanna's coming, so that'll be all of us." I said, a little panicky. My sixth sense was telling me that we were approaching an awkward silence and I felt the need to scream at the top of my lungs. You know. As an alternative to dead silence.
To my surprise, my sixth sense was wrong. That's a first.
"So…listen, I get the feeling that you're kind of uncomfortable about me coming over to your house today." He clarified. Something in the way he said it made me realize that he had put a lot of thought into it.
"Er…about that…" I mumbled, about to use that wacky excuse that I was going to use, but he stopped me.
"I won't come if you don't want me too…but…"
But? But? Why is there a but?
"I'll need a favor in return."
Oh no.
All of my senses were on high alert, screaming not to do it, that this was the point in every law and order where the girl gets raped and oh god he was so cute why did he have to be evil…
"Juvia?" He asked, a bit thrown off by the look of utter distress that was no doubt written all over my face like a damn chalkboard.
"Uhhh…what kind of favor…" I asked, my voice revealing my uncertainty and suspicion.
"I don't know yet. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He repeated, almost reassuringly like 'I'm not going to murder you Juvia' but much more subtly, and suave.
Damn him and his suavity.
"O…k…" I agreed. Whew. Got outta that one. Check one bothersome detail off of Juvia's to-do list.
But…a favor…what could he possibly want that he doesn't already have? And from me nonetheless! I already knew he was smarter than me, let's not even talk about attractiveness, he seems to be well-off moneywise…the only problem he's really facing is…
College.
Did he want me to get him into a college? I don't have any connections! What am I supposed to do if he asks for one! I have so much shit from Holy Angels he probably assumed that I knew someone there…oh god…it's all going down…
"Are you ok?" His gorgeous voice interrupted my mind melt down.
"Y-yeah. But I just want to let you know in advance that I have literally no idea how to measure solar density." I admitted, quickly slapping a hand over my cheeks to cover my stupid blush.
He smiled, one of his sexy 'I-know-something-you-don't' smirks.
"Then we'll wing it."
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"The fuck is this?"
Ok. I've said it once, I'll say it a thousand times, I'll write a song about it, I'll name a country, adopt a highway.
I fucking hate Cobra.
I hate a lot of things too.
Crocs, people who think it's acceptable to grab girls' asses, when people laugh at something that is clearly not funny, suspenders, ketchup, belly buttons…a whole lot of things.
But I really, really, really hate Cobra.
He just really enjoys flipping my bitch switch like there's no tomorrow.
And I'll be honest, I'm having a really tough time here not measuring the distance I could throw him if I chopped him up into little Cobra mince meat and shot him out of a canon.
A real tough time.
And, apparently, Gray's the only one who's got a clue here.
I guess he was being modest in the car. We weren't 'winging it' we were following Gray like he was fucking Polaris.
"Uh, Lisanna, grab the timer." Gray instructed. I honestly hadn't the slightest clue what we needed it for, but hey, Gray's the boss.
But I did know that Cobra should not be poking that solar panel.
"Don't touch that." I whispered angrily, my words sharper than a guillotine.
He pivoted to look at me like I was a wad of gum that wouldn't let go of his sneaker.
"Who died and made you the queen." He said breathily, like he thought I couldn't hear him.
"Well you're about to if you don't keep your damn hands in your pockets." I snapped back, careful to make sure Gray and Lisanna couldn't hear us.
"Look chica, you've been doin' nothin' but glare at me for the past half hour. I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but if you don't shut that mouth of yours I'll shut it for you." He growled.
The fuck. I'm about to stab a bitch. Literally. My hand is shaking. I need a sharp object.
"Excuse me?" I asked. It was the kind of ask that was a lot more like 'are you sure you want to fuck with me good sir because I will raise Satan's army'.
"You heard me." He said, with a quick, innocent smile. "Hey Gray, how much have we got left?"
Gray stood up from his crouched position, surveying the area carefully.
"I'd say less than an hour. We've already got all the spots we just need all the measurements, plus the statistical-" blah, blah, blah. It's actually really hot that I can have no fucking clue what the hell he's even talking about, but I still won't fall asleep listening because good golly gracious is he godly…
Gross. I can't believe I just thought that. I'm a total sicko.
Wait. I just let Gray distract me from that asshole Cobra! Fuck, I would like so much to separate his dick from his-
"Hey Juvia~" Lisanna sang, just quiet enough that only I could hear.
"Hm." I hummed, not really listening, I was too busy planning to push Cobra into the stream. It was cold enough for him to die of hypothermia if he was there long enough…the frozen body would make it hard to determine a time of death…the water wears away all the DNA evidence...
"-lucked out. Two cuties in our group? Which one would you rather do?"
Ah. The dreaded Girl Chat.
Wait, she thought Cobra was cute?
"Ew, totally Gray. Cobra's a fucking nightmare." Whoops. Did I say that out loud?
Lisanna giggled. "Juvia! That's mean, he's plenty good looking. If only he weren't so sour. But I agree with you. Definitely Gray." She licked her lips in fake seduction and wiggled her eyebrows.
"Did he drive you? I saw you guys get out of the same car!" Lisanna asked, suddenly excited like she had just remembered that tidbit of info.
"Uh…yeah. I didn't have a ride." I answered.
Please drop it please drop it please drop it.
"What? And he drove you? I knew you guys were 'sort of' friends, but you're that close!? I need details!"
…Damn it.
"Uh. He asked me if I needed a ride after the game." I lied. A pretty good lie, if I do say so myself, but it still had holes…
"Really? He sought you out like that?" She asked for clarification.
"I was out in the parking lot and he saw me. No biggie." I mumbled, but in Lisanna's wide blue eyes, it most certainly was a biggie.
"Awwwwww, that's so cute! Do you think he likes you?" She asked hurriedly.
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.
Lisanna's face fell.
"What?" She asked, like she genuinely had no idea what was wrong with the idea of gray liking me.
"Him…and…me? Oh, you're so cute Lis," I giggled.
"What's wrong with him and you? I think you guys would be cute together…" Lisanna daydreamed.
"Come on. He's a ten, I'm a five." Wow. I can't believe I'm opening up to Lisanna about this.
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Wha…you're kidding, right?"
What? Was he considered an eleven in her book? I mean, I wasn't one to argue, but I was sticking with a strict 1-10 metaphorical scale here…
"Oh my god." She realized, looking at me like I was the only person who still thought the earth was flat.
"What?"
"Juvia…" She started, rolling her eyes as if to say 'duh', "You're gorgeous."
I blinked. This didn't usually happen.
I've been told I'm pretty a grand total of five times. Once by my mom, and the rest were by Erza.
And Erza only says that because he didn't want to completely trample me with her queenly beauty. Fucking goddess.
Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You didn't know?"
"Well…I mean…" I stuttered, completely at a loss for words. I don't know. I guess I was sort of pretty, if you held the mirror backwards…
Maybe a little pretty. I had a nice…face. And shape. I definitely had nice boobs. Well, not nice for me. Do you have any idea how much they weigh? It's like endlessly carrying groceries on your chest, except they do absolutely nothing! Zip! I don't need them! But I still have them.
"Oh my god Juvia, you're literally so pretty! Your eyes are all sparkly, and your hair is always soft, and your skin is like velvet. Do you get acne...like, ever?" Lisanna complemented, petting my knuckles and widening her eyes with every compliment.
But of course, being the complete and utter bonehead that I was, instead of saying something nice and grand, like 'thank you', or 'you're gorgeous too, lol love ya 3' I said this.
"Are you sure?"
Lisanna dropped my hand and glared.
"Hey Gray!" She called.
Oh no. Why is she calling Gray. What's happening.
Gray jogged over to see what she wanted.
"Do you think Juvia's pretty?"
Oh god.
Here it comes. I'm gonna throw up. I'm gonna throw up all my internal organs because hell if I need them where I'm going.
Hell.
There, I said it.
But I think his answer was the real thing that threw me off.
"Of course she is." Before he jogged back on his merry fuckin' way like he hadn't just made me fall in love with him to the eightieth power holy shit my heart is melting.
"See? Pretty!" Lisanna said, patting my head happily. I didn't bother to point out how unfeministic it was to judge beauty on a single male's opinion, but I was too happy to care.
Gray thought I was pretty.
Aside from the fact that my entire life didn't pass the Bechdel test, I was pretty pleased. If Gray thought I was pretty, that moved me from a solid 5 to a 6. And if I was a 6, that made it technically acceptable for me to date Gray, who was a 10. A four point couple differential was significant, but not statistically significant. There was a difference.
Immediately I realized what I was doing and slammed on the brakes.
Woah.
No no no no no. No Juvia. You are not going to get distracted by Gray. You have absolutely none point none chances with him. Zero. Just get over him.
"Hey chicas, get over here!" Cobra yelled.
What a great way to distract myself. Beating the ever-loving crap out of Cobra.
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School on Monday was, in a word, terrible.
My parents had been pissed off at me ever since I told them Gray couldn't come over. I blamed it on his busy hockey schedule, which, in general, should have been pretty believable. But they shot the messenger and all but banished me from their sights.
Plus, my dad's car died and I had to take the bloody bus to school.
Dozens of sweaty children trying to tolerate each other for fifteen minutes all the while being smothered to death by each other's winter coats.
Plus, I'm pretty sure some guy grabbed my boob. Or maybe hit it with his elbow. Hard to tell when there's three teens per square foot.
And Sunday night's grueling swim practice. Varsity practices were a gazillion times harder than JV, straight on planks for twenty minutes and laps 'till your limbs only had enough energy to unattach themselves from your body and walk away.
Also, Evergreen.
It took every milliliter of my self control not to smother her to death with her own huge tits. I knew that was considered girl-on-girl crime, but at this point Evergreen was pretty determined to make sure I committed an act of violence on her before the season ended.
It was the second period of the school day, and I knew in about three seconds I was about to be ambushed by Lucy or Levy. Not Lisanna though. God only knew if she'd manage to be on time that day.
I was on my way to class when I was ambushed by a totally different inconvenience.
"Hey Juvia." Natsu greeted, sidling up next to me like we had been buddies for years. If I had been in a better mood I would've humored him, but i was not up for the bullshit today.
"What do you want?" I snapped. He didn't flinch, but he did cock an eyebrow up at my shitty attitude.
"So listen! I wanted to ask you about Lucy. I was thinking of asking her out this Friday, do you have any suggestions-"
I stopped walking abruptly and shot him a deadly glare. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Now he looked nervous. "Um...no?"
I rolled my eyes. "Didn't I tell you she was too good for you? Fuck off already." The sharp words slipped out like barbed wire. I couldn't believe how mean i was being, but I was pretty determined to protect Lucy at this point. She'd been burned before, and I'd die before I let it happen again.
Natsu's face dropped. He looked crestfallen. "But I thought you said-"
I cut him off again. "Natsu - just stay away from her, ok?" I repeated, before swiftly returning to my walk to class.
Natsu was smart enough stay where he was, probably shell-shocked from my bout of cruel truth. Whatever. I'd feel bad for him if I had feelings still.
When I got to class, Lucy and Levy were there, waiting for me. Lucy looked like she wanted to tell me something.
She grinned and opened her mouth. "Livin' in my own world~"
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
This is bad. This is really bad.
I was not in any sort of mood for Lucy's monthly sing along, not today, not today…
"Didn't understand~" Lucy sang, cupping my face like she was talking to me.
"No." I said flatly, before wildly turning into the classroom.
"That anything can happen,"
The sad thing was, Lucy had a pretty nice voice. And if she wasn't using it to constantly torture me through show tunes, or whatever theme she has picked out, I might've applauded her musical skills.
But no. It had to be like this.
"When you take a chance,"
She looked at me expectantly, like she was mind-reading me to sing the next line. No. Nope. No way. If I really wanted to public embarrass myself, I'd let everyone know exactly how hot I thought Gray was. And that explanation would include like a three hundred page thesis on just how amazingly beautiful he was 24/7 and how much I wanted to kill him because of it.
Lucy rolled her eyes, finally realizing that I was not going to sing the next line.
"I never believed in,"
Levy walked in. Thank God, I knew Levy didn't participate in sing-along day because she was far too shy to sing in public. Lucy however, was known quite well for de-pantsing herself in fifth grade and declaring that there was blood on her underwear.
Classy.
"What I couldn't see," Lucy began serenading Levy and I sighed in relief.
I saw Gray scope me out. Damn, I was hoping he'd forgotten I existed. Rats. Guess I'd have to try again tomorrow…
"You got the data?" He confirmed, referring to the fact that he'd elected me data keeper after I had punched Cobra in the stomach.
"Yup." I answered, pulling the papers out of my purple folder and handing them to him.
"Great," he said, allowing me to realize how close his face was to mine.
Don't do that stupid Gray you'll give me a triple bypass from your ugly beauty…god…
"So listen, about that favor…"
Fuck. Fuckity fuck fucker.
"I think I got something in mind." He said, lightly tracing the upper part of his brow. Ooh. That was new. Gotta write that down in the 100 reasons why I'd rather kill Gray than have to look at his radiant godliness, a novel by Juvia.
"And what's that?" I asked, surprisingly, not as scared as I really was.
"I want you to come meet my parents."
He wants me to meet his whats?
He took note of my confused expression and made the decision to elaborate.
"I really like this business college, like you said? That I should do what I want to do? And maybe if they meet someone successful who's going to a smaller college, they'll consider it a possibility for me." He explained.
I'll be honest, I didn't really hear the second part of his explanation.
Gray thought I was…successful? Successful at making a complete and utter fool out of myself in front of everyone I want to impress, is more like it! I would completely ruin his chances of getting into a small college! His parents would see what a complete moron popsicle that I was and would ship him off to Uni faster than I could say 'fuck you Lyon'!
"…What day is it?" I asked, hoping I could get out of it with the excuse of a swim practice or meet.
"Sunday. I know you have a swim meet on Saturday."
Damn! Foiled by his almost stalker-like qualities! We were a match made in hell.
"Fine."
"Awesome. I'll tie Lyon up in the basement." He teased, but some part of me really hoped that he would.
Class dragged by averagely, we were scheduled to present our findings tomorrow, so I didn't have to worry about looking like a total loser in front of the whole class.
For today, anyway.
When I got to Calc. Erza and Jellal were waiting for me in front. Lucy, Levy, and Lisanna had all decided to accompany me, so we were all sort of together.
"-So it's in Rosewood in two weeks. Do you guys want to come?" Erza asked hopefully. She was probably wondering if we could go to one of her away gymnastics tournaments.
"I'll go." I chimed in quickly. Erza's tournaments were my favorite. Even if there were only twelve people there (which, sometimes was the case. There were only like seven people on our gymnastics team) It was still so cool to watch Erza do flips and stuff.
"Hmm…I don't think I can." Lucy said. Lisanna and Levy also had excuses, so only me and Jellal were going to see her.
I knew for a fact that Jellal went to every single one of her tournaments. I went to most, but I suppose no one was more committed to her than him.
Unfortunately, Jellal was always afraid that Erza would get hurt, so he always covered his eyes whenever she'd vault, or do a really cool flip.
Again, not the slightest inclination of a clue as to how he got Erza to be his girlfriend.
Calc. was actually easy that day. We got no homework, which was a miracle in itself, but we still had to study for the test.
Right, because who studies for math?
I was only semi excited for health. After the cat dissection fiasco, I was still a little leery to even step foot in the lecture hall.
But I needed to keep Wendy company. There were only like four girls in that class, including me, and the other two girls are ditzy sophomores who dote over the back of Gray's head for hours.
Not that I wouldn't be doing the exact same thing if I sat behind him (luckily I sat in front of him) I just tried not to voice my affections for Gray's whole…thing.
I sat down next to Wendy. She was a cutie, and shared my unfortunate fate of being born with dark blue hair. She was so cute. I loved kids.
I said that as if she wasn't two years younger than me, but it didn't matter. She was a baby.
The class went by pretty smoothly. I think the weirdest thing about that class was that Gray didn't say a word to me.
It was definitely weird. I shouldn't have been bothered by it. But I was. Gray had absolutely no obligation to talk to me. We had only been friends for like...ugh, shit. It had been almost 2 weeks. I was running out of excuses to pretend he wasn't my friend.
Which is probably why his out of character silence was so annoying to me.
The rest of my school day was pretty much total filler. You could tell that since we were nearing the end of the semester, the teachers were caring less and less about whether or not you understood the subject material. The rest of classes pretty much went as follows: Lucy singing, Levy saying something about homework, Gajeel being a smart idiot.
You get the picture.
My semi-uneventful school day came to a grinding halt at the end of the day.
I started on my way to my bus, praying to god that there was an empty seat left so I wouldn't be packed in like my mom trying to pack a suitcase.
But, I got pulled over by a lime green car.
And of course, the driver was somebody I really wish I don't have to look at.
Evergreen.
She kicked open the passenger seat.
"Get in."
I sighed. I knew this was going to come sooner or later.
So, I got in the damn car.
I shut the door and folded my arms over my chest. I just wanted to get whatever long monologue Evergreen was about to serve me to be over with.
"Juvia," she began sweetly. "Do you remember freshmen year?"
Oh god, backstories? Kill me now.
"Yes, I get it Evergreen. I broke our stupid pact. It wasn't my fault, the coach put me on. You saw me at tryouts!" I argued. I thought we had been over this, but apparently seeing me at varsity swim practice was pushing her over the edge. Frigid bitch.
"Well try harder. If you ruin my final year on the team, I'll make sure you regret it." She seethed.
I bit my tongue to keep from exploding at her.
"Fine. But I can't control whether or not I'm on the team." I told. I was so sick of her, so sick of that stupid pact.
"But you can control how well you swim. Don't step out of line." She bit.
If I smash her face against the steering wheel, it'll kill us both. A sacrifice I'm willing to make.
She pulled up in front of my house. I didn't bother to ask how she knew my address.
I eagerly opened the car door so I could escape her overwhelming presence. And overwhelming fragrance. Nobody told her that Victoria's Secret Bombshell body spray is meant to e body spray and not air freshener.
"By the way, say hi to Lucy for me!" She sang tauntingly.
That's it. That bitch crossed the damn line. I'm gonna make her a noose out of her own ass hairs and hang her in front of the whole school!
Luckily she sped away before I did anything drastic. God she's such a bitch.
I guess I had to say goodbye to any idea of us going to State, because I was going to officially fuck up the meet.
I couldn't risk breaking the pact.
haha. lets just pretend this chapter never happened. this was a late night thing guys.
im just surprised i finished this so soon.