Lucy sighed clicking her pen as she stared at the teacher. Her favorite class down the drain, it went from heaven to he'll in a matter of seconds. Not only was she sitting beside a snobbish pompous jerk she was also sitting beside an idiot. Yup, lucky her she got to sit beside Gray. Sighing she grabbed her notebook and took out a pen smiling a little bit as the teacher rambled on about how they were going back to real literature.
"Okay class, can anyone tell be who Oscar Wilde is?" Mrs. Nelson's voice interrupted Lucy's thoughts
A couple of people raised their heads lazily holding their hand above their heads. The teacher smiled "Besides the fact that he was a writer..." Half of the hands in the room fell back to their laps causing the teacher to laugh staring at the hands she continued to speak.
"Now if you are going to say that he is a boy, lower your hands."
Almost all the hands fell as the teacher gave the class a knowing smile. Mrs. Nelson looked at the two who had their hands remaining. "If both of you feel the need to tell me he is dead please do not bother."
Both hands fell and the teacher looked around incredulously "No one... no one can tell me who Oscar Wilde is."
Lucy rolled her eyes and held up her hand as the rest of the class besides Gray turned to stare at their notebooks.
"Yes Lucy." Mrs. Nelson asked smiling
"Oscar Wilde was a famous English poet born 1854. One of his most famous works was ballad of reading goal. He wrote this in jail and he was placed in jail for being a homosexual. This was discovered as he went to court with the father of his lover but his homosexual indecencies were discovered he died in jail because of the hard labour he was not accustomed to."
Mrs. Nelson smiled while the remainder of the class turned to glower. It wasn't her fault that she actually tried in school.
"Now," Mrs. Nelson continued "does anyone know any quotes from Oscar Wilde."
Lucy held up her head again causing almost everyone to groan. Mrs. Nelson nodded her way and Lucy continued to speak smiling slightly "Yet each man kills the thing he loves. By each let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word,The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!"
Gray laughed, making an angry Lucy turn his way "Know it all." He murmured under his breath loud enough for only Lucy to hear.
"You think you can do better?" Lucy said smirking at Gray, raising her voice slightly so the whole class could hear.
He smiled in return laughing slightly "Yes I do. You see you forgot to mention that he wrote that line 'yet each man kills the thing he loves' when he witnesses a hanging of a man who murdered his wife. You also failed to mention that when The Ballad Of Reading Goal was first published they didn't put his name because of his being in jail instead they put C33 which stood for cell block three, landing 3 and cell 3."
Mrs. Nelson smiled looking at Gray and then Lucy "Do you know any Oscar Wilde quotes Gray."
Gray shrugged "He also wrote "Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold."
Lucy laughed "That's nothing compared to this one 'Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die."
Mrs. Nelson laughed before Gray and Lucy had the chance to continue. "Ah! You see each quote is about killing the thing you love. Why is that?"
Gray shrugged "He went to jail obviously something's wrong with him."
Lucy sighed "It's true each man betrays the thing he loves; after all Oscar Wilde betrayed the one he loved by trying to put their father in jail."
Gray scoffed "You're kidding right? Not everything he wrote was about killing the one you love."
"He's right...for once. He wrote other thing like And once, or twice, to throw the dice. Is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin In the secret House of Shame." Lucy replied smirking at Gray as she continued. "He also wrote I know not whether Laws be right, Or whether Laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in goal Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long."
"So with curious eyes and sick surmise. We watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of us. Would end the self-same way, For none can tell to what red Hell. His sightless soul may stray" Gray smiled refusing to let Lucy have the last word. "The vilest deeds like poison weeds. Bloom well in prison-air: It is only what is good in Man. That wastes and withers there: Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate, And the Warder is Despair"
He glanced at the clock as the bell as the bell rang snapping the rest of the students out of their misery. "Okay class," Mrs. Nelson continued before any one could pack up. "I want you to read the Ballad of Reading Goal. Or what's left of it for homework. We will be writing an essay on this so keep that in mind. Have a good day!"
Gray smiled at Lucy who was glaring at him. He laughed deciding that one more quote wouldn't hurt. "With such a wistful eye. Upon that little tent of blue. We prisoners called the sky, And at every careless cloud that passed. In happy freedom by."
Lucy growled as Gray packed up and was about to head out of the door. No one made her look stupid she thought. "This isn't over Gray! I have you in next period. Just remember that!" She yelled after him as he slowly walked away. Gray sighed myabe one more quote would hurt him.
A/N: Sorry it took so long... Well that was shorter than I wanted it to be. By the way I don't own Fairy Tail in any way. Also I realise that Oscar Wilde can be a creepy author if you think about it but the poem itself sounds awesome. He is really cool and even though it is depressing and scary. I think it is a really cool poem. And no I am not emo or crazy in any way...at least I think so.