hello everyone, and welcome to the last day of 2015. i hope u guys were all expecting this.
first off, i am very sorry for that lengthy hiatus. id give you a million excuses, but im pretty sure all you guys care about is the chapter, so ill shut up now.
have at it. sorry if its shitty. bc it is. oops.
"-and what do you think, my darling Juvia?" Lucy asked her, giving a quick twirl and presenting herself like she was a wedding cake. "You like?"
"It's fine," I gave her the exact same passive answer I'd given everyone else. I was far too entranced by the swirly mints on the edge of the dressing room table to really notice what color dress she was wearing.
Lucy huffed, taking a keen eye to my apathy and walked over to the 'boyfriend couch' I was sitting on, poofy dress spilling everywhere like too much ugly champagne.
"Awww, somebody's a grumpy-grump." She pouted, crossing her arms and leaning her chin on my shoulder. "What's up buttercup?"
I mustered a weak smile. Contrary to my current mood, I was actually overjoyed that Lucy and I had repaired our friendship after the whole Evergreen incident. We talked on the phone for three hours. She cried. My eyes watered up…but only a little bit.
Lucy had been amazingly understanding, and also weirdly grateful to me, like I had somehow done her some great service, even though all I had really done was sacrifice my social life, status, and personal hobbies for her.
Well ok. I deserved a tiny bit of credit.
But the real credit went to the mvp of my life – of course, hands down, Gray-motherfucking-Fullbuster. Not only had he solved my problem like some oneshot superhero with only a few hours left in the day, but he'd also managed to get my panties in a twist like no other man or woman could.
"Juviaaaa, aren't you gonna try on any dresses?" Lisanna asked me, god, she always looked so good in purple. Maybe it was the hair, I don't really know.
Also, there's a weird fact. Lisanna got asked by Bixlow, some half-assed semi cute guy who used to be friends with Evergreen, and was good friends with Elfman, Lisanna's brother. I had no idea they had a thing going, but hey, whatever floats her boat.
"I'm probably not going to prom, so there's no point in trying on dresses," I admitted casually, knowing full well the response my answer would elicit.
"WHAT?!" Lucy gasped, shaking my shoulders with a characteristic wail.
"You have to!" Levy cried, and I almost choked when I saw the sky blue dress she was donning, which would've been completely lovely if there wasn't a clear gap where her chest was supposed to fill out.
"You're flashing me, Lev." I informed her, and she shied away anxiously. "Plus, it's not like I have a date or anything, and I'll be-"
Lucy made the most obnoxious oh-really face I'd ever seen and I resisted the urge to strangle her right then and there, it would kind of ruin our dynamic if I ended up murdering her on the day we became friends again.
"I have a gajillion people to set you up with, Juvia, god, why didn't you just ask!" Lucy shamed, slapping my shoulder playfully and dialing up her phone like it could solve all my problems with the click of a button.
"That's not really necessary," I told her, lightly pushing the phone downwards and flashing her an annoying grin.
"Ohhh, please, isn't there anyone you could go with? Or you could just go with us as a group! As long as you don't mind third wheeling…or…nine wheeling…" Lucy began to question herself as she counted imaginary people on her fingertips. I started to shake my head, but Lisanna and her nosy ass just had to butt in.
"I can think of one person," she sang teasingly, tapping my nose and skipping around me in circles.
"What?" Lucy inquired, suddenly alert, like a puppy who had just heard the word walk. "Who?"
Lisanna's annoyingly perfect silver eyebrows danced across her forehead. "A certain someone in our physics class – Juvia's been spending an awful lot of time around him lately…"
"Lisanna, shut up before I rip off your arm and kill you with it," I told her pleasantly. She barely even flinched.
"Spill already Lis!" Levy pried, leaning onto her shoulder with such intensity she almost careened over like the titanic.
"I swear to god Lisanna, one false move and I'll-"
"It's Gray," she bubbled without hesitation, taking my threats in a less-than serious matter and grinning. "Gray Fullbuster."
"Gray Fullbuster?" Lucy put down the pinkish dress she had been examining and allowed her jaw to drop characteristically. "No way."
Lisanna nodded, acknowledging her amazement with equal fervor before squealing at a pitch I think only bats can hear.
"Juvia – he's – so – cute! I can't believe you didn't tell me ohmygod-"
Resisting the urge to assure her that I had full knowledge of Gray's cuteness, I debated whether or not to divulge my secret overwhelming crush. On one hand, I preferred to not have the three of them giggling over my shoulder every time I said a word to Gray, and I also preferred not to have to slap a hand over their mouths every time they threatened to reveal my secret to the last person who needed to hear it.
On the other hand, keeping secrets was exactly what had caused the rift between me and Lucy that already seemed millions of miles away.
Decisions, decisions….
"So? Are you asking him to prom, or what?" Lisanna asked me suddenly.
I blinked.
"What?" My voice came out like rice krispies. "Am I….what? No! No way!"
"Why nooooot?" Lucy asked me with a whimpering pout.
"Because, we're just friends!" I reasoned hysterically. Out come the lies, like an endless fountain of poisonous water. Looks great, tastes bad.
Right. Stick to swimming, Juvia.
"Awe. You guys would've made a pretty cute couple…" Levy said sadly, Lucy nodding in agreement only seconds after.
We definitely would've, because his astounding beauty would've brought up the group average tenfold.
"Sure," I replied, sounding as unconvinced as I possibly could. "I still don't think I'm gonna go, but I still want to help you guys with all of your stuff…?"
Lucy looked at me blankly. "You're going."
I made an intelligent sputtering noise as she harshly grabbed my upper arm and yanked my skyward.
"We're grabbing you a dress. You're coming to senior prom - dressed like a maneater – and you're gonna have the time of your freaking life, gosh darn it!" Lucy told me, cautiously avoiding swearing, probably to mock my mouth, which was in dire need of a soapy wash.
"Thanks for letting me know in advance," I coughed out dryly as she threw something that looked like it had been wiped off of a crime scene floor, it was so stunningly red. She added several other colors that looked like they belonged on Broadway rather than prom – but hey, friendship is suffering, right?
"Make sure she has shoes, too!" I heard Lisanna yell from outside the dressing room. Hardly a second passed before I was brutally assaulted by several flying pairs of shoes.
A weak smile dusted my face as I glanced in the vertical mirror on the wall. The girl who smiled back looked happier than I remember her. Huh. I guess that's what friendship can do to a girl.
Well, friendship, and…
A slideshow of Gray pictures shot across my brain like a depressing documentary entitled 'things I'll never get to bang 2015 edition' and I let out a sigh.
Time to get this show on the road.
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"I'm gonna ask him." Sting shook his head back and forth like a dog that'd just been effectively sprayed with a hose. "I'm gonna ask him – today."
"Didn't you say that yesterday?" I pointed out, eager to crush his resolve. His face crumbled like a tin can under a tire and he let out a puff of air.
"Rude, Juvia. Just…rude." He answered with a pop of his cheeks. "All I want is for Rogue fucking Cheney to go to prom with me. And maybe a few other things….but…" he gave me some suggestive shifty eyes. "I'll try to keep it PG-13, for the children."
I squinted at him. "What children?"
He rolled his eyes. "Nevermind – just shut up and listen. I'm gonna ask him after fifth hour, do you think you can swing by, just in case he says no and I need chocolate?
"Uh….I guess so, but, come on, you'll do fine, champ." I awkwardly punched his shoulder and he gave me the I-can't-believe-you're-forty-years-old look.
He rolled his eyes afterwards and gave me a once-over. "So, I hear you're goin' to prom as well. Who you takin?"
My face fell. That's right, Lisanna, Levy, and Lucy had forced me, very unwillingly, into some dress that they'd congregationally decided made me look like some sort of goddess of the night, and therefore dictated that I was going to prom, whether I liked it or not. Lucy already had an itemized list of 35 possible dates. I had yet to give any of them a second look.
"I dunno." I answered, kicking the ground stubbornly. Truth was, I had no intentions of going with an actual, physical date. I'd probably just go by myself, occasionally enjoy a picture or two with Erza and Jellal, maybe spare a few side glances towards Lucy and Natsu, photobomb Gajeel as best I could, and that would hopefully be an accurate sum of my prom night. Nonetheless, it was in my best interest's to assume that life would try its very best to fuck that situation up for me.
"I could probably find some guys willing to go with you, if you need any-"
I scowled at him. "Don't make it sound like I'm a disgusting scumbag."
He cracked a smile. "Sorry. But you are kind of a scumbag…."
"Whatever, Sting." I muttered in fake-anger. He looped an arm around my back and tucked me closer, like I was a kitty he could shove into his sweatshirt and hide for the rest of eternity.
"You're precious, Juvia." He spoke, tugging on a spare lock of my hair playfully. "I know a million guys that would kill to date you."
"Yeah?" I responded dryly. Too bad none of them were the one I wanted.
Speaking of Gray (I mean, we all got that reference, right? At this point, if you didn't get that reference, you probably haven't been listening very well), I hadn't seen him in a good while. I was kind of craving him.
Which, now that I had said it out loud, in my head, sounded completely disgusting and dirty. Bad Juvia.
Since the impromptu rescue, he had managed to consume my waking (and not-waking) thoughts like some sort of horrific parasitic disease that leaves no survivors and eventually takes out the entire human race. To make it infinitely worse, every time I thought too hard about him, my heart would start pumping blood every which way until my face ended up the color of strawberries.
Great. Next time I saw him – I would surely make an absolute ass out of myself. I coudn't help it though – every time I thought of him, I heard his gravelly voice from that night, telling me "Juvia – let's go," over and over again like a song stuck on repeat. God, I fucking adored that asshole so much sometimes it really, really hurt.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Sting asked before dropping me off in Government. "And why are you blushing?"
Fuck.
"No-thing. Just thinking about…dildos…"
"Dildos?" Sting looked at me with a half amused glint. "You're a fuckin' weird chick, JuJuBee."
"Yeah." I said, licking my lips nervously. "Mhm."
"Gross. Have fun daydreaming about masturbation~" he called especially loudly for my entire class to hear. Great. Just what I needed – a daily dose of kinkshaming.
"Hey," Erza greeted when I entered the classroom. I nodded in acknowledgment and sat down next to her, even though it wasn't technically my spot.
"Let me show you something," she said, a faint glimmer in her eyes that I fondly recognized as the Jellal glow, meaning that he must've done something especially noteworthy over the weekend. Erza pulled out her phone and scrolled and clicked until she was satisfied. She turned her phone to me so that I could examine the photo.
"Oh my god." I gurgled, recognizing the image instantly. "Is that…"
"A box." Erza clarified, looking at it like it held the emotional depth of the necklace from the Titanic. "He filled it with dirt and told me to bring it to school if I didn't want to go to prom with him, and then he stuck a rose in the box with the word yes and told me to bring that if I wanted to go with him." She sighed heavily. "Can you…believe him? He's so dorky, and creative. I love him." She blushed at the sudden declaration and looked down.
"I can't believe that fucker…" I whispered. I couldn't believe that fucker actually took my idea without credit?
"He's…" Erza trailed off, a wry smile attached to her lips. "He's so weird, I just…" then, she laughed, sweet and high pitched like a schoolgirl in love. It was odd to hear Erza like that, but I had to say I quite enjoyed it.
"Did you take the box of dirt to school just to scare him?" I asked, a thin grin spreading across my cheeky face. She nodded guiltily and I laughed.
"He looked terrified – until I gave him the rose and said of course I would go with him." Erza recalled. I shook my head. These two dorks.
"I'm happy for you guys," I sighed, resting my cheek on my fist, kind of lowkey wishing Gray and I had that same content happiness. Instead, I would linger behind as his friend like scum clinging to the butt of a boat.
It's good. I'm fine. It's all good.
"You'll find a guy Juvia," Erza consoled, patting my back softly. I shrugged and moved back to my spot all the way across the room. Solitude. Where I belonged.
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I may had been anticipating seeing Gray in physics for the entire hour that calculus spanned. I was a bored girl with not a lot to do, and he always seemed to find his way into my thoughts, as creepy as that sounded.
My eyes trained for his mop of silky dark hair, I slid into my spot silently and lurked, waiting to attack him, or glomp him, or something when he walked into the room. I don't know. Something along those lines.
"Juvia…you kinda look like you really have to throw up. Like…real bad." Lucy noted keenly. I tapped my face, the flushed heat warming them instantly. Oops.
"Sorry." I apologized for no particular reason. Lucy looked skeptical, but took her seat nonetheless.
"So…" Levy began, wow, I hadn't even noticed her tiny self sitting down in the chair behind Lucy. "Gray's in this class…right…?"
My head fell and slammed against my desk dramatically at the mention of his name, giving Levy the answer she had sought.
"Right," Lisanna added on unhelpfully. "I still think you should ask him to prom~"
"I told you, we're just friends," I spat bitterly, rubbing the top of my smashed forehead gently.
"Hey look, there he is!" Lucy said quickly. Unfortunately, like the real-life fucking idiot that I was, my gaze tore away from the floor and to where Lucy was pointing, much to the amusement of my asshole friends.
"She's so crazy about him," Lisanna whispered to Levy.
Great. This was – great. I couldn't tell you how many different shades of fantastic this was.
My face probably looked like Kermit the frog when his mouth gets all smushed together, and with that lovely image in mind, Gray walked in, giving me a quick glance in my frog-mouth state, and walking over to his desk without saying anything to me at all. No nod. No wave. Just a weird look, and then silence.
Well fuck you too.
The girls sensed my obvious discomfort with his lack of greeting and turned to whisper amongst themselves, probably something along the lines of whoooaa, Juvia just got highkey rejected…
I felt an embarrassed blush heat up my face like the embers of a fireplace. Why hadn't he said hi? Even a wave would have sufficed – it was like he was avoiding me.
My eyes stayed open so long I felt them begin to water. What had I done wrong? There had to be something, I wasn't just being paranoid, right? This wasn't just crazy fangirl Juvia talking…it couldn't be…
I couldn't count the number of times during class my eyes locked onto the back of Gray's head, praying, begging for him to turn around, to notice me, to say something.
Of course, nothing of the sort happened. He just stared straight ahead like he usually did, and I got a massive headache.
A part of me knew I was just being paranoid. I'm sure Gray had better stuff to do.
Better girls to do, more like. God, I was so dumb for thinking that he cared about me for more than a half a second
"-Juvia?" I felt something poke my shoulder sharply. "Juvia…class ended three minutes ago…"
I looked up at Lucy dizzily before nodding.
"Yeah….I, uh….I knew that. Just…making sure you were paying attention…" I mumbled sleepily. Lucy nodded, as if to say yeah, yeah, and my shoe is on fire. I stood up, tired from overthinking and brain throbbing from worry. Why me? Why did Gray Fullbuster have to enchant me?
"…Right. Have fun in calc., say hi to Erza for me, will you?" Lucy waved before leaving class, stranding me in the room alone with our awkward teacher.
Not wanting to start any unnecessary conversation, I packed my stuff in my backpack as quickly as possible and hurried out to the hall, mind whirring like clockwork and eyes searching for any sign of Gray, as a last, comforting solace that he wasn't ignoring me after all.
The solace never came.
"Fuckity, fuck me." I whispered as I walked into calculus, Erza catching the familiar scent of me being pissed off the second I sat down.
Her eyes tried to meet mine, silently begging the question what's wrong?
But I refused to answer.
What was wrong? I knew Gray didn't love me – he probably never would, but I thought we were friends, at the least. He would've said hi if something wasn't bothering him, he always did.
The second calculus ended – I was ready for interrogation. It was health class next, only sixteen people in the class, there was no avoiding me in there. It was me and him – only one could survive.
Ok, so that was a little dramatic. But still.
My bag was light so I could move quickly, having recently dumped all my crap into my locker because I really didn't need all that much for health class anyways. Just my brain and the will to stay awake.
I peeked in the classroom and waved at Wendy. She waved back happily, like the cutie that she was. Gray wasn't in the classroom yet. Damn!
I turned around, watching people sift though the hallway like sand through an hourglass, honestly, it was like people refused to move at an adequate speed just to piss everyone behind them off.
When I finally did see Gray, I was halfway between the decision to glomp him or to bite his head off. Bastard.
"Gray!" I called, cupping my hands around my mouth like one of his desperate fangirls (hey, I'm not denying anything).
He gave me a half-assed stone glance, before looking back at his friend that he was talking to, some other fuckboy asshole.
Ok, what the fuck. If I wasn't scared about him ignoring me before, I sure as fuck was now.
"Gray…" I whispered his name again, sort of falling out of my lips pathetically. He surely didn't hear me that time, he had stopped in front of his friend's locker to talk.
That's it. I was so done.
I stormed over to Gray, looking like an angry twelve year old who got the wrong color bike for her birthday. I was gonna give this kid a piece of my damned mind if it killed me.
"Hey," I annunciated thinly, grabbing the back of Gray's shirt and tugging him back. "What do you think you're doing?"
Gray's friend made an 'o' shape with his mouth.
"I….I think I'll go…" His friend hurried off, sensing the tension between Gray and I with ease. Good.
Gray turned to me, an indistinguishable look on his face. He said nothing, but continued to look at me blankly.
"Hey," I reiterated waving my hand in front of his face. "I'm talking to you, weirdo!"
He blinked. "What?"
My eyes scrunched up in confusion. Was he high?
I snapped my fingers in front of his face and he blinked again. "Wake up, asshole!"
"Sorry." He blinked a few more times, as if he had been asleep the whole short conversation. "What's up?"
I stared at him for a good few seconds, evaluating his health. Did I need to resuscitate him…? I know mouth-to-mouth, I mean…it was always an option…
"Are you fucking ok?" I asked instead, going the bitch route, like I always did.
He looked at me with a sort of sad, guilt ridden face that I didn't recognize as a normal face for him. And I would know. I was a Gray-face expert.
He lifted his arm up to fist a bit of his hair tiredly, exposing his rich arm muscles to me like he was purposefully trying to give me an aneurism.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asked, giving me an impromptu heart attack on the spot.
I had never ditched class before, I mean, not purposefully. There was one time I had a substitute teacher who was like….112, and he didn't hear me scream present and marked me absent for math class. But that didn't really count.
"Yeah." I spoke, my mouth completely dry. "I do."
"Great." He looked relieved. "Let's go."
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No one even gave us a second glance when we walked out of the school.
"The trick is to act like you're not ditching school." Gray said, jingling his car keys in his hand and looking much more chipper than he had earlier. Which I was still reeling from, I mean, he legitimately looked like he had smoked a stack of weed and forgotten his own name.
"Oh really Gray?" I asked him dryly. "Is that the trick? I thought we were supposed to look guilty and delinquent…but I could be wrong…"
He shot me one of those sexy half smiles, and I almost clutched my heart and died.
He reached out and pointed to his truck with his car keys, directing me in the right path to ditch school.
He was the best influence.
"So, where are we going, anyways?" I asked, deciding that I probably shouldn't let Gray take me to an unknown location, because that was pretty much how most bad situations began. I trusted Gray, but, you never knew.
"Dunno. Anywhere but here." He mumbled as he pulled out of his parking spot, barely paying attention to what I said.
"Alright," I shrugged, buckling my seat belt.
Speaking of seat belts…
My eyes wandered to Gray, who was not wearing his. He was too busy keeping his eyes glued to the road to notice.
Without thinking, I reached over him, feeling the warm heat coming off of his body unintentionally. I ignored the buzzing feeling in the back of my brain and grabbed his seatbelt, pulling it over him and buckling it all in the span of a half second.
He gave me a weird look and I shrugged, mortified that I had actually just done that.
"Uh…safety first." I muttered. He made a soft laughing noise before looking back to the road.
Goddamn it Juvia. Moron.
I avoided any sort of eye contact with him for the whole drive, I just stared out the window at the grass on the sides of the road. That was some nice grass right there. Good 'n green.
"How 'bout here?" Gray pointed across the road when we stopped at a red light. It was a residential coffee place, generally empty at this time of day. Nice.
"That sounds amazing." I said truthfully, before my stomach dropped in realization. "Shit. I don't have-"
"I'll pay." Gray said reassuringly.
I almost said 'I love you' right then and there.
When we got out of the car and hurried inside, I was pleasantly surprised to see only two other people in the shop, one sitting on their computer taking advantage of the free wifi, and the other absently stirring their drink with a textbook in hand. So casual.
Gray looked up at the menu and motioned me to come over next to him. I did, and shivered at the truth of the matter – I was ditching school to hang out with a boy. A hot boy. Holy shit, freshmen year me would be so fucking proud.
"Whaddya want? I'll just get whatever you're getting." He told me. I suddenly felt panicked. What if I got something awful and he hated me forever?
"U-um…let's just get a caramel mocha." I said nervously. Just go with something basic, then he won't hate you….
He smiled warmly. "Good choice."
Holy shit, I can't believe I'm fucking dead.
"Th-thank." I stammered awkwardly.
While he ordered our coffees, I went to go grab us a spot. I chose the couch by the window, partially because I wanted an excuse to sit next to him, and…well…come to think of it, that was pretty much the only reason I chose the spot. I needed professional help.
Gray came over with the coffee shortly after, expertly balancing them in one hand as he took the spot next to me. I thankfully took my coffee and blew on the top, watching the smoke billow around like happy fog.
"So," Gray began, stretching back while casually sipping at his boiling hot coffee. "I'll be completely honest – there's a reason I wanted you to come here alone today."
Oh boy. If that wasn't something I'd always wanted to hear from him…
"Go on," I encouraged, motioning the boy to stop halting his sentence every time I looked slightly confused.
"Well…it all kinda started with something Lyon kind of…mentioned…" He immediately went dark and I felt a lightbulb shatter in my head.
"Oh no." I gurgled. "What'd he say?"
"Well…" the guilty look on his face wouldn't go away. "He seemed…convinced, that you…you're…."
I felt a pang in my gut, like a sixth sense warning me I would throw up if I heard the next word that came out of Gray's mouth.
Gray shifted his mouth to the side. "I don't really want to say it out loud 'cuz I think it's rude. But…anyways…."
I felt my insides run sour. He didn't say the word – but I knew the word nonetheless. Lyon had tried to call me it before, but he'd opted for a tamer option - the word temptress, which was weirdly arcane. But it was the softcore version of the word I knew he really wanted to call me. It was one I'd heard too many times for all the wrong reasons.
S-l-u-t.
It's a funny word, really. It shouldn't be used as an insult, the actual definition was just a woman with many sexual partners. Why was that bad? Why should anyone care how many people a woman sleeps with, as long as they're not being unfaithful?
But I'd seen it thrown around before – nowadays the word was synonymous with literal filth and scum of the earth. Why did it have to be like that?
The reason I know so much about the word probably has something to do with my mom. She was not exactly the most stable ship in the harbor – but she was my mom, and she tried her damn hardest, and I loved her for it. I remembered one time, I was probably around eight, we were shopping and my mom didn't have enough time to go to the store by herself since I had swimming practice, so she went underwear shopping with me there. I hung around the aisle while she grabbed some stuff, but I would never forget the group of teenagers, probably around the age I am now, call her a slut when they saw her choices in clothing as they walked past.
I didn't know what the word meant at the time, but my mom was so angry we left without buying anything. When we got home she locked herself in her room and cried.
I had no idea what was going on but I was pretty sad, too. It was unusual to see my mom crying out of sadness. I mean, she cries a lot, usually because there're ducks in the backyard or because my dad accidentally shaved his head, stupid stuff like that. She was a happy crier, but that time, there was nothing happy about it.
I hated that word so much. I hated what it did to women and I hated how it made people feel when they're called it.
Just hearing Lyon thinking of calling me it made my blood boil like lava.
"Juvia? Did you hear anything I just said?" Gray said. I blinked.
"Yeah." I spoke, suddenly furious. "Yeah, I did. You and Lyon think I'm a slut just because I have a lot of friends who happen to be guys, right? Is that right?" I heard my voice come out a lot more shrilly than I had intended, but oh well.
Gray' eyes widened. "What? No! I don't think that about you, I'm just-"
"How shallow-"
"-worried-"
"-can you be?"
"-you're using me!"
I stopped speaking, knowing full well I hadn't bothered to stop talking while he was.
"What did you say?" I begged for clarification, noticing the taken aback look he held.
"I…I said…I don't know, I just want to make sure you're not…using me." He breathed out, completely embarrassed. I blinked in confusion.
"Using you for what? Coffee?" I gestured to the coffee in my hand, bewildered that he would say something as ludicrous as that. If anything, he was using me! I mean, I was supporting him to go to the college he wished, and I was lying on his behalf! This idiot thought I would use him?
"I know! It's stupid! I just – it wouldn't be the first time I've had a girl play me like that. I don't know…I'm sorry. I trust you." He repeated. I looked down, and then back up at him.
"I'm sorry Gray. But I'm your…I'm your friend. I would never use you." I chose my words carefully, no matter how hard they hurt.
He shut his eyes and made an angry humming sound. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I got so freaked out about it. I just…y'know, I kinda like ya. And I'd hate for you to turn out to be an asshole."
I smiled sarcastically. "I am an asshole Gray. I thought you knew that by now."
At that point, I was just kind of trying not to melt into oblivion due to the fact that he had admitted he liked me – even if it was just as a friend.
"Yeah, but you're a good asshole." He patted my head and nudged my hand. "Finish your coffee."
"Bossy," I murmured into the cup as I sipped slowly. It was still pretty hot, I had absolutely no idea how he'd managed to swallow it pretty much whole while it was still lava hot.
He made a scoffing noise and looked out the window, all smug and happy like he had just secured himself an Oscar. I wondered how long he had been burdening the worry of me using him – had it been since the rescue?
I almost dropped my coffee. The rescue. Right.
"Um…you know, about last weekend…"
He looked at me with a small smile. "It's fine, you don't have to say anything else about it. It's all over, ok?"
I felt relief flood through my system like a serene river, spreading across every nerve and fibre gently. That was a rather annoying effect he had on me.
"Y-yeah, but, I mean…thanks. Again. I'll probably never be able to fully thank you for that." I admitted.
"That's ok. I'll make you repay me in several small favors, no big deal." He joked. I narrowed my eyes in response.
"Asshole." I muttered. He shrugged, as if to say, what are you going to do about it?
I sipped my coffee, holding it extremely close to my face so he wouldn't be inclined to believe my blush was due to his proximity. Yup. I was totally blushing because of the heat of the coffee. Let's go with that.
"How did you applications go?" I asked him quietly. He perked up immediately, like a ray of sunshine had hit the back of his neck and he was just not receiving the warmth.
"Great! I got mine in just on time, I'm just waiting for a response." He rubbed his hands together like he was plotting something particularly evil. I eyed him strangely and he obediently stopped.
"And…how did your parents react? To the whole…'not accepting Magnolia U' scholarships?" I asked cautiously. His lips pursed and I cringed – I must've hit a nerve.
"Well…they were not happy." He summed up. My face fell, before he added something else. "…At first."
I looked up out of curiosity. He nodded.
"We did it."
I smiled so hard my face hurt. That was so cute – he said we. Us. We had done it – I'd helped Gray follow his dream and do what he wanted to do.
Without thoughts, I jumped forward and threw my arms around his shoulders, a tiny bit of coffee spilling onto the couch, but I didn't really care.
"I'm so proud of you," I whispered, realizing that I sounded like a reminiscent mother.
He was silent for a bit, accepting my affection, like he was processing my words letter by letter. Then, I felt one of his arms slide over my back, passing the curls at the base of my hair and pulling me a millimeter closer.
"Thanks," he whispered into the crook of my neck.
I almost spontaneously burst into flames.
I felt a faint buzzing in my pocket, but I didn't care. The police could be calling me and telling me I was under arrest for tax fraud and I wouldn't care, I just wanted to sit here, being hugged by Gray, enveloped by warmth and the smell of coffee for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, nothing good in life lasted. Especially for me.
He slowly released me, delirious and a little bit high on coffee fumes, back into the couch where I belonged. Honestly, I could've melted into that dirty couch cushion and ceased to live, I was so happy. ditching school had never been more worthwhile.
"What about you? Are you going back on the swim team?" he asked conversationally. I blinked, slow like syrup. Had he just said something? Swim team, right, right….
"Uh…yeah! Coach was pretty pissed off and he made me swim extra laps…" I internally cringed, my thighs still ached from those bad boys. "But I'm back on…I should be up and ready for state, and I won't have to worry about Evergreen holding me back now…" I smiled evilly. He returned the smile.
"Kick some asses, will ya?" He asked me. I nodded.
"You bet."
My phone buzzed again, and me, feeling slightly annoyed, decided to ignore it. After all, when was I going to get the chance to go on a sort-of date with Gray again?
"And Evergreen? You haven't heard from her at all, right? Because if you do, just let me know, and I'll-"
"Gray," I interrupted him. "It's fine – I haven't heard from her at all. Pretty sure you scared the shit out of her back at the beach…"
He blushed. He – actually – fucking – blushed!
"Sorry 'bout that. I was kinda pissed." He admitted slowly.
"Kinda?" I laughed. He shrugged.
"Ok, I was really pissed. There's no way you should've had to deal with all that shit by yourself. She needed a taste of her own medicine." He explained away.
"You're not wrong," I agreed with him hastily.
"Right. Still, I'm glad you don't have to worry about that anymore. Nope, the only thing you have to worry about is the kind of favors I'll be asking you for…" he said suggestively.
I almost choked.
"You…what?"
He burst out laughing. "I'm just kidding! You take stuff way too seriously, Juvia." He choked out in between laughs.
Right…I was so relieved…
I laughed along with him awkwardly. My phone buzzed again, it must've been the ninetieth time.
"Looks like someone wants to talk to you," Gray said, eyeing my ass (ok, so he wasn't really eyeing my ass, he was eyeing my pocket, which contained my phone. But the pocket was on my ass, so I get partial credit).
"Uh…I guess I'll check it out." I said thinly, trying not to sound as bitter as I felt. I just wanted to talk with him for every single hour of every day for the foreseeable future was that really asking all that much?
I picked up my phone and turned it on, surprised to see about eighteen messages, most of them not even more than one word.
BITCH
YOU
LEFT
ME!
I squinted at the messages. What the fuck?
They were all from Sting…was he high, or something?
I left him?
Wait.
I looked at the time. Almost one. It would be around sixth hour back at school.
…I had missed fifth hour.
I was supposed to meet Sting then, he was going to ask Rogue to go to prom with him.
Which could only mean…
"Oh no," I spoke, and Gray looked at me out of concern.
"What's wrong?" He questioned.
"I need to get back to school." I panicked. "Now."
He blinked and nodded. "Ok, let's roll."
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"He rejected me!"
Sting – wailing at the top of his lungs was not the picture I wanted to return to, especially after spending an almost-ideal-kind-of date with Gray for a good while.
"I'm really sorry Sting," I rubbed his back comfortingly as we sat on the front lawn of school, our homeroom teachers both releasing us on the excuse that Sting was pretty much having a meltdown. It was last hour, so they weren't really all that strict on where we were headed, so long as we didn't make a ruckus. Which, Sting was doing a pretty bad job of, hence me trying to calm him down to the best of my ability.
"He hates me! He's going with some girl named Yukino, how could I even compete? She has boobs!" He clutched his chest, grasping the area where boobs would be located if he had any.
"I know, it's a tragedy. I'd lend you mine if they weren't so…permanent." I joked in bad taste, regretting my decision in an instant.
"You're a shitty friend Juvia. I love you a lot." He sobbed into my sleeve pathetically.
"Uh…thanks?" I patted his soft spikes and let his tears soak into my shirt. It was seventh hour now anyways, so I wouldn't have to worry about anyone important seeing me in this state of distress.
"Why is life terrible and awful?" He asked rhetorically. Jesus Christ, I was going to get a damn migraine.
I mean, I felt his pain, but….he just needed one giant chill pill.
"It's because if life were great and awesome, that'd be too easy." I answered him cheaply.
"I want life to be easy. I'm sick of all these minor inconveniences." He sat up, suddenly refreshed and replenished. How the hell did he manage that? Fuck beautiful people, honestly. With the uncanny ability to sob like a baby and still look gorgeous five minutes later.
"Oh yeah? Good luck with that." I told him dryly.
"Uuuuugh…" He groaned, resting his head on my shoulder and shaking it, condemning the world straight to hell. "I hate being lonely. Juvia, will you go to prom with me?"
Thoughtlessly, I answered him. "Sure thing."
He blinked and sat up. "What? Really?"
I shrugged. "Sure, why not? I'm not going with anyone else."
"Oh." He said succinctly. "I figured you were going with your hot piece of ass – I mean, Fullbuster." He winked and I almost threw up.
"Him? Please. I'm a second-rate throw rug compared to him." I twirled a piece of my hair subconsciously, pretending it was a strand of rug and I really was just something Gray could step on all day long.
Sting made a pfft sound and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "We'll be the hottest couple there, just you wait!"
"Make Rogue see what he's missing out on?" I added cheekily. Sting winked and I shook my head. I had horrible taste in friends.
"'Course. What color are we wearin' sweet cheeks," he mocked, squishing my cheek and grinning.
"Midnight blue. Better not mess it up." I advised him. He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Great. I look hot in that color. Can't wait to romance the literal fuck out of you."
"…Maybe word that a little bit differently…."
"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled and stood up, reaching down to pull me up chivalrously. Unfortunately, when I did offer him my arm, he yanked me up so hard I yelped. He laughed at the unpleasant noise and I smacked him in the back of the head.
"Shut up, or I'll dump you." I threatened. He gasped.
"You wouldn't," He jeered, jabbing my side in a well-known sensitive area and I jumped.
"I'll dump your ass so fast you won't even have time to ask me why~" I cautioned him. In fake shock, he lifted his hand over his mouth and gasped.
I laughed and he smiled.
"Thanks Juvia." He thanked me genuinely. I tipped my invisible hat to him and he shook his head.
"I love ya, but you sure are weird." He told me truthfully.
"You're not wrong." I replied. "You're definitely not wrong."
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The next few days were fairly hectic for me – teachers wanting to do their best to pile on the homework before prom weekend, because they knew full well nobody would be getting any shit done while hungover.
Things got a little weird on Wednesday, however.
I ran into Gray about five minutes before class, pretty early on, especially for physics, so we had some spare time to kill in the halls before walking into hell's favorite classroom.
"Hey, so, I was wondering something…" He started, scratching the back of his head a little bit, maybe out of nervousness, I wasn't quite sure.
"What's that?" I probed him. Anything Gray had to say interested me.
"Well...were you thinking about going to prom?" he asked me. I felt a nerve spike in my system and my heart started beating unusually fast. I wouldn't be surprised if I was spewing sweat everywhere I was so nervous.
"Uh, y-yeah, you know, my friends were gonna drag me there, senior year and all…" oh god I'm rambling Juvia shut the fuck up-
"Cool, cool…" he trailed off, looking around the halls like he wanted a different topic of conversation to come up. "So, uh, anyways, in that light, did you uh…want to…um…y'know…"
"I can feel myself getting older here, Gray." I poked rudely. He shook his head like he was trying to wake up from a bad dream.
"Right. Uh. I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go with me, you know. As friends, of course!" He finally spit out.
My entire body stiffened. Nonononononono. What kind of sick joke was this? Really life? You fucking asshole?
"I…I…I…"
Well, wait to go. You sound intelligent, you goddamn dipshit.
"I'm…uh…I'd…"
Gray looked at me with one eyebrow raised, silently asking me if I was having a stroke or if I was always this illiterate.
"I'd love to! I mean, but…" the emotion disappeared off of his face, like a spider moments after being spotted. "I…can't. I already said I'd go with someone else." I said, mentally damning Sting's gay ass to the pits of hell so he could chill with all the other sinners.
"Oh." He said monotonously. I almost started bawling right there, on the floor in front of my physics classroom. This was so, fucking, unfair.
"I'm sorry." I said quickly. He shook his head.
"Don't be! At all! It's just…I don't want to be rude, but…who are you…?"
"Oh. Sting. But, we're just going as friends!" I waved it off to be as trivial as possible.
I could be mistaken – but I'm almost positive I saw his eyes harden, and my heart fluttered like a helpless, dying salmon.
"Sting. I see." He said. "I hope you have fun."
My face dropped. By fun, I was pretty sure he meant something more along the lines of get chlamydia, dumb bitch but, you know. Whatever.
"Uu-uh, you too! I'll see you there, right?" I asked hopefully. He shrugged, like I go wherever the wind takes me, and then he walked into class like he hadn't been sorta rejected by me.
Holy shit.
I rejected Gray Fullbuster.
I patted my cheeks to make sure I was indeed alive, and this wasn't just some awful nightmare to spite me for my past sins.
I pinched my arm and it left a tiny red mark on my frustratingly white skin. Boo. It wasn't a dream alright.
I couldn't believe the cruel, dramatic irony of this. The one time I had an opportunity to get semi-romantic with Gray. The one time. And I just had to fuck it up by going out of my way to be a good friend. Well, fuck you, universe. I was done being a good person. I was gonna be a fucking asshole and let's just see what you could do about it.
Anyways.
Aside from that tragedy, my interactions with Gray got less and less frequent as the days drew closer to prom. The swim team, though obscure, managed to climb the ranks a bit, our reputation having been severely damaged during the time I was away. We got crushed by a few lower grade schools, setting us out of state, but we still had the possibility of winning a few tournaments, no thanks to me. And I'm not usually a very confident person, but maaaan, I carried that team on my shoulders.
My favorite meet was one away meet at a high school up north where I was pretty sure there were more moose than people. Besides that interesting tidbit, I happened to notice a few key members of the Fullbuster family. Gray, silently sitting atop the bleachers, had watched me keenly (I made sure to really flaunt my legs that day – gotta dress to impress) and even Lyon, who seemed to actually maybe be able to tolerate me for a short period of time. Even Ultear came, she told me I really 'kicked those cake-eater's asses' after the meet and asked if she could borrow my shampoo. I let her keep the whole bottle.
Gray didn't come up to talk to me after the meet, he went straight out to the parking lot to his car. I had to admit – it was pissing me off a bit that he was being such a baby about the prom thing. I mean, sure, friends could get jealous, but Gray never really struck me as the jealous type. Hell, what did he even have to be jealous about? The fact that me, local trashcan ambassador, had more friends besides him?
The worst part was, before I could go over and ask Gray why he was acting like a pissbaby, I got stopped by snowball hair extraordinaire.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't Juvia Lockser, my favorite pixy-stick addict. How's life? Feelin' good?" He asked me sarcastically. I had the nerve to outwardly pretend to gag and he laughed obnoxiously loud. Figures. He should've been kissing my ass, considering the last time he saw me he kissed me and I saved his ass from getting whooped by his parents.
"Look, I'll cut to the chase here. I'm not here to pick a fight with you. I came to make amends." He told me. I raised my eyebrows so high they begged to fly off my face into the sky, the personification of gotta blast.
"Yeah, yeah. Look, I've been kind of a huge tool to you, for all the wrong reasons. You were just trying to help out Gray, and I appreciate that now, I guess." He apologized half heartedly. But, it was coming from Lyon, so I took it for what it was worth.
"Thanks, I guess. We're cool, just, don't ever-" I cut myself off to take a quick breath. "-ever, try to kiss me again. And we won't have a problem. K?"
He looked at me with a tight expression. "Ahhhh…sure. Sorry 'bout that, you know…I was a little-"
"I get it." I said understandingly. "Now get out of here, I'm sick of your face, ugly."
He cracked a smile. "You're a cool chick. You're gonna be one hilarious sister-in-law."
Wait, what was that last thing?
"The fuck did you just say?" I called out to him as he was already racing to his car at light speed, desperate to outrun my rage. Before he drove away, I happened to lock eyes with Gray in the car. He smiled lightly, a congratulatory one, before looking back out the opposite window.
Dick.
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I was laying in my bed, half thinking about what Gray would look like in a suit and tie, and half thinking about what I should have for dinner despite it being 11:30 p.m., when I got a call from Sting.
"What's the word?" I asked him tiredly, digging my hands into the deep, billowing pockets of my sweatpants which only clung loosely to my hips. Comfy.
"So, you'll never guess who I got an earful from today." He began, voice slightly scratchy because his cell reception at his house was absolute garbage.
"Your mom?" I guessed, pretty much just to annoy him. He made an unattractive snorting noise.
"No…I think you'll like this one, though…"
I blinked and sat up, rubbing my eyes so I could actually focus. "Who was it?"
"Guess."
"Fuck you."
"…Fair enough."
"So?" I pressured, tugging at the split ends on my hair. "Who yelled at you?"
"Your pet boyfriend."
I choked. "Gajeel?"
Sting made a similar choking sound. "What? Studs McGee? No way! I mean Gray, you delusional dolphin skank."
Dolphin skank. That was actually new.
Wait, Gray?
"What the hell?" I asked loudly, covering my mouth a second afterwards. My parents were asleep. Or, fucking. I had no idea, their room was all the way on the other side of the house.
"Yeah, I know. I found it pretty weird too, but you know. Still happened."
"Well, tell me what he said you ratbitch." I demanded.
"Ok, ok. Calm your big, beautiful titties." I subconsciously looked down at my boobs. He really wasn't all that wrong. "It was about you, funny enough?"
I was practically bursting at the seams with anticipation. "Keep talking asshole! Don't withhold information!"
"Fine, fine. So, basically, it was after a team collections meeting from hockey, after everyone left I stuck around to see if any soccer players wanted to make out under the bleachers or somethin', when here comes your pretty boy all in a huff about somethin'."
He paused and I almost lost it. "Hurry uuppppp!"
"Alright, alright, yeesh. Anyways, he came up to me and started asking me a bunch of leadin' questions, like I was on the fuckin' bench in the middle of a session of Judge Judy. Fuckin' intense, that guy is – I didn't realize it until he really started to get into it. He usually only gets that intense during hockey games. He really is a beast on the ice, you know that? One time-"
"Focus, Sting…" I reminded, my voice tight and fabric-like.
"Right, right. I finally tell him to get to the fucking point, and he tells me that I better not mess around with you, or he'll kick my ass six ways from sundown."
My jaw dropped like a teacup to the floor. "He said that?"
"You betcha. I wouldn't lie to you about this – trust me, at that point, I wanted to bone him, too, but I figured, he was your man candy first, and if there is one thing I'm not, it's a backstabbing hoe."
"Sure," I dragged. "Did he say anything else?"
"Well, after I assured him I was not about to go stickin' it to any chick – no matter how lovely the chick may be – he got a lot less intense and apologized, then he just left. I'm tellin' ya Juvs – I'm callin' it right now – shit's gonna go down at prom, and I'm thinkin' you and Gray might end up…you know, doing the-"
"Ew, Sting, shut up. Gross." I said, embarrassed as ever. What I really wanted to tell him was don't get my hopes up, but, you know. Silence is a virtue.
"Come oonn, I know you wanna~ Don't worry, I'll be sure to give him at least one dance with you at prom. Wouldn't want to get in between that man and his woman again, jeez."
My blush was heating up the entire room. "I'm not his woman, Sting. Be quiet."
"You'd better tell him that, because he certainly seemed to treat you like you were his when he was ready to pound my ass – not in the sexy way – for takin' you to prom."
I rolled my eyes at his blatant sex joke and sighed. "Go to bed, Sting."
"Will do. Got a wet dream starring your boyfriend in queue, I'll see you tomorrow, prom date."
"Fucking disgusting." I mumbled before hanging up on him. That was my prom date.
My heart was still pounding even minutes after hanging up. He was that protective over me? Me?
Maybe, just maybe, there was a part of Gray that liked me, even in the tiniest bit.
And if that part did exist, I was going to make it come into the light, for sure. At prom.
Right. I'd just have to wait until prom, then, I would get my final closure on Gray Fullbuster.
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pls dont kill me.
like ive said before, i only technically have three more chaps planned...buuut, next chap could be split into two parts, and depending on which ending i do, blah, blah blah, whatever
also, we had a huge influx of newcomers. hi guys. im dumb and welcome to my shit story.
special thank you to muffindragon227, who never ceases to be helpful to me dork self like ALL THE TIME, i love you SO MUCH KATE, and cheska, merudy who shamelessly promod this fic even tho its complete shit. ily cheka. talk on skype more, i miss u.
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