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Chapter 2: Bound

Erza watched the threads of rain falling down from the dark gray sky, her chin resting on her hand. She lifted her hand and slowly traced the movements of a rain drop, it was falling slowly following the drop before it. Why was it raining? She mused. Did a god or a goddess have their heart recently broken by their childhood friend? Were they crying in agony, in despair? Was that the reason it was raining? She laughed bitterly, or maybe they were crying for her.

"…and that ends today's lecture" a hoarse loud voice reverberated in the room, waking the sleeping students. "We will have an assessment exam by the end of this week, so I suggest you guys should try to stay awake" their teacher, who stood in the middle of the class, eyed the seniors wearily as they groaned and muttered curses under their breaths. He shook his head, kids these days.

"Fullbuster, clean the board" their teacher, who had white hair and who was in his mid 60's called the sleeping teens name. He left the room, not waiting for the teen to finish his task.

The red haired girl watched the students come alive as soon as their teacher was out of the room. Natsu, shouted insults at Gray who threw the eraser at Natsu in retaliation. Lucy, Cana and Levy talking animatedly as they stole glances at their new classmate. Erza sighed, as she slowly trailed her gaze to the chair beside her, where he, the source of her depression and anger, was currently seated.

He was laughing nonchalantly, his deep baritone voice sounded like a melody in her ears, and she hated it. She found herself glaring at him in annoyance. A black haired girl leaned, and whispered something in his ears, and then she smiled mischievously at him. He grinned back, as he twirled a lock of the girl's dark hair. They continued whispering, flirting in hushed tones, when he finally turned to his side and held her gaze. He smirked wider, "Like what you're seeing, Kaichou-sama?" He said, teasing her – challenging her. The black haired girl pouted as she felt his attention moving away from her. She playfully tugged on his hair, and cupped his cheeks. "Seigrain-sama~" she cooed.

Erza rolled her eyes in disgust at the scene. She refused to play his god damned games. She buried her head on her arms, waiting for their next teacher. Stupid Minerva. Stupid Jel- no, Seigran. She corrected herself, remembering the fact that he claimed to be someone else. She sighed, she didn't understand why he was calling himself Seigrain, why he was acting as if they were strangers. She knew, that he was Jellal, every fiber of her being told her so, and she knew that he was aware of who she was. She closed her eyes, remembering bits of her past with him.

"Jellal, I love you" She smiled at the young boy, as she felt her face warm up

He smiled at her, then kissed her forehead "I love you too Erza"

They were kids then, but she swears that they both meant every word, and that they were bound to be together forever. But then, shit happens, she lost him. And now that she'd found him again, he was feigning ignorance of their past relationship. Her first and only love was right there beside her, flirting with another woman. He was so near, yet far at the same time. Saying that Erza was hurt was an understatement, she felt crushed and devastated.

She felt tears prickling her closed eyes, hiding her face further into her arms.

She felt a warm hand gently caressing her back, "Are you unwell?" She felt someone's head lean on top of hers. She quickly brushed away her tears and blinked at the person, who was semi hugging her. "I'm fine, Gray" She smiled at him.

He frowned, and placed a hand on her forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, but your eyes are red" his cool voice filled with concern as he stared at Erza's brown eyes.

"I'm fine, I was just taking a quick nap" She gently brushed his hand away.

Gray raised a brow, it was highly unusual for Erza to be taking a nap in class. "A nap? Didn't you get enough sleep last night?"

Jellal tried his best to not stare at Erza and Gray, why were they acting so intimate? He felt jealousy rising up, but then he mentally slapped himself. He left her seven years ago, and now that they've been reunited he was pretending to not know her, he was being an asshole towards her. So what right did he have to get jealous?

"I was finishing the documents needed for this year's school activities" Erza answered, half lying to her best friend. The truth was, as much as she hated to admit it, she was crying her heart out all night because of their uneventful reunion.

Gray rolled his eyes, ever the hard worker, he thought as he held her hand pulling her up. "It's almost lunch anyway, I'll treat you to coffee" he said.

"It's like an hour before lunch time" Erza smiled and grasped his hand tighter, "But anyway let's go to Starbucks then, I expect a cheese cake with that coffee."

Gray blushed. "Yes, yes Erza-sama" he chuckled as he led her outside the room.

Jellal wanted to beat Gray right there and then, how there he touch Erza's hand! He stood up, despite Minerva's protests. Before he could take a step, Natsu shouted across the room.

"Oi GRAY! Where are you taking Erza!" He demanded.

"We're going out for coffee you flamebrain"

"What did you call me ice princess?!"

Lucy, Cana, and Levy stood up from their seats and made their way towards the door. "Natsu, enough! Get off your seat, we're going with them"

"..but what about the teacher?" Levy asked her friends.

Natsu grinned at her, "Who cares? Even the president skipped class"

Jellal sighed in relief, at least Erza was not going to be alone with the Ice princess, as Natsu had called him. He slumped back to his seat, and stared at the group. He watched curiously as Levy went to Gajeel's seat and took his hands, smiling warmly at him, while the brute looking man merely grunted at her, he smiled what a cute couple. Jellal almost gasped as two huge assets blocked his vision, Minerva was suddenly hugging him. His face smothered in her chest. "Seig, let's go eat out too!" She said, while the bluenette tried his best to nod and breathe while he was on her hold.

It was now officially finally lunch time, and Minerva had insisted that he tried dining in the School's Cafeteria, claiming that it was not an ordinary cafeteria at all. Standing at the entrance of the huge, cafeteria he realized that there were no lies in her words. Their school cafeteria looked like a five-star restaurant. Huge chandeliers hang on the ceiling. Students were seated in big wooden tables, with beautifully arranged flowers resting in the middle. There were even waiters and waitresses roaming around, taking orders and distributing dishes to the students. Seriously, being rich had its perks, he sighed in amusement. Lucky brats, all of these were given to them as a birthright, while he had to work his ass off for this.

He let Minerva choose their table. Jellal stopped in his tracks as he heard someone playing Bach's Concerto No. 2, he glanced around trying to find the source of the heavenly music. Minerva stared at him questioningly. "What are you looking for, Sieg?" she asked with growing impatience.

"Where is the music coming from?" He asked. She pointed towards the right corner of the room. Jellal stared in disbelief, they have a quartet playing in their cafeteria. He laughed to himself, this is one hell of a school. Minerva continued walking, she chose one beside the window, their view overlooking the school gardens.

He smiled curtly at Minerva, he was not listening to her per se, but he made sure that he nodded and reacted appropriately. He was too preoccupied with the thoughts of a scarlet haired girl. He shifted his gaze outside the window as a saw a whiff of scarlet in his peripheral vision. He grimaced, she was running outside, while rain was pouring hard. Really, what was she thinking? Behind her, a group of people, her friends more precisely followed. They were laughing, and chasing each other as they ran towards the cafeteria. He smiled, glad that she seemed to have met good friends, she didn't need him in her life anymore, right?

Right then and there, he had decided to stay away from her.

Unfortunately, it seems that the heavens had other plans for him.

Jellal groaned in frustration, cursing the spirits for his unfortunate luck. There she was, her back facing him. Her hair which was tied up in a high pony tail was swaying as she tiptoed and tried to reach a skillet which was safely tucked inside the top most cupboard.

They were currently inside a small cubicle which could only fit three people at most. The cubicle contained a stove, a few cupboards and an oven, there were over 20 cubicles similar to it positioned inside a big hall in the school, and they called the hall the Kitchen. The Kitchen is usually used by the students of the home economics class for their different activities. Jellal was of course surprised that the school even had small kitchens for the students, the cafeteria was one thing, but the Kitchen was on another different level. Just how rich is this school?! He thought to himself.

Finally bored at watching Erza try, and fail in vain, he had finally decided to put her out of her misery. He at least had to do that, as her partner. They were assigned as partners for the rest of the year, and their first activity was to prepare a breakfast meal. He felt her stiffen as he unintentionally pressed his chest to her back in order to reach the skillet. He smirked as he saw her blush. She was so damn cute.

"Here" He handed it to her nonchalantly, his other hand patting her head as if she was a puppy.

She glared at him.

"Not even a thanks? How rude." He grinned at her, her cheeks were red probably out of anger, he thought.

She turned around and started heating the skillet. "We may be partners, but quite frankly, I don't want you around" She said icily.

Jellal felt a stab of pain in his heart "Fine, but do you even know how to cook?" he asked, mustering all his strength to stop his voice from quivering.

"How difficult could frying eggs and bacon be?"

He heard her mutter before he left the cubicle, heading towards the exit of the Kitchen. Jellal walked aimlessly around the school grounds, musing at the grandeur of Fairy Tail High. The floors of the halls were all spotless and shiny, all of the rooms were spacious and newly painted, and well, they had a five star restaurant for their cafeteria. There was no doubt about it, it is indeed a school for the elite.

Since the rain had ceased pouring, he had decided to go out in the huge garden of the school. Hundreds of flowers bloomed around a huge fountain. There were four figures in the middle of the fountain, the biggest was that of a girl with wavy flowing hair, her head was tilted up, both eyes closed and her hands rested on her mouth, curled into a prayer. Below her were smaller figures with wings on their backs. "Fairies" He said to no one in particular. He went approached the fountain, staring at the biggest figure. He raised one of his brows, as he observed the girl. "If they are fairies, why are her wings situated on the sides of her head?" He asked out loud, not expecting anyone to answer in particular.

"That is Mavis Vermillion, this school's founder" Makarov answered, smiling at the young ultramarine haired man. "Well… It seemed that she was fond of wearing those wing like things on her head"

Jellal turned his head, startled at the sudden intrusion of the principal. "Ah… Good afternoon, Makarov-sensei" He said, composing himself.

"Seigrain, don't you have class?" Makarov raised a brow "Even if you're a celebrity, I don't tolerate students who skip classes."

"ahh… yes, I was just about to return…" He laughed nervously, as he spun around slowly walking towards the Kitchen.

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Erza grabbed the skillet, burning her hand in the process. She yelped in pain as she snatched a pan holder to protect her hand from the skillet's heat. She groaned in frustration, her brows already damp with perspiration.

She stared at her work, brows knitted together, her bacon looked a lot crispier than what she intended it to be, and the eggs refused to separate with the damned skillet. She tried to dig the eggs out of the skillet, but they still would not come lose. She cursed, their time was almost up and they weren't even done setting the table yet. Where was that flirty idiot. She thought.

As if on cue, a tall form entered the small cubicle. His eyes filled with confusion as the girl shoved a skillet and spatula to his hands.

"I thought you might like to help me set the table" She offered formally, keeping her gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with him.

Jellal nodded, lifting the spatula and started prying the eggs off the skillet. "What the—"

Erza cleared her throat before he could finish. "They're stuck…" she explained needlessly

Jellal sighed, "I can see that" After a few moments he finally managed to pry a strip lose and placed it on the purple plate beside him. A few more moments he was able to gouge the remaining pieces of eggs.

He studied the pile of what were supposed to be eggs, he suppressed a sigh. "What's that?" he pointed to black charred things placed beside the purple plate.

Erza gulped loudly, loud enough for Jellal to hear. "Ba-Bacons…" she said in a suffocated voice that was so un-Erza like.

We're doomed. Jellal thought bitterly, as he heard their teacher saying that she will now make rounds and check each team's creation.

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Mrs. Hudson stared in disbelief at the disaster before her. "What on earth is this? Erza? Seigrain?"

She asked both students. Siegrain was grinning awkwardly and scratching his head, while Erza hid behind him, her eyes glued to the floor.

"Breakfast… I suppose" the tattooed student answered.

"F!" Mrs. Hudson shouted and sighed. "You're going to redo this next meeting! Get it right next time!"

"Yes Ma'am!"

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Jellal watched Mrs. Hudson's retreating form, sighing in relief when she was finally out of sight. He glanced at his partner, who was hiding behind him the whole time, looking sad and dejected. He noisily dragged a chair and sat in front of the table. She raised her head and stared blankly at him.

"It's not so bad." He smiled reassuringly at her, as if to prove his point he took a bacon and munched on it. Ignoring the taste of the charred meat. "It's quite crunchy actually…" he then proceeded to place a slice of egg on his mouth, trying his best to chew it. "and the egg is chewy"

Erza sat silently in front of him, taking a bite of egg. The egg tasted like tough, salted sand paper, but she continued chewing, her stomach churning in humiliation and a lump of tears starting to swell on her throat. She expected some rude comment at any moment from the playboy model in front of her, but instead he continued to eat what was left of her disastrous creation. She wished that he would somehow revert to his usual unpleasant self, with his snide remarks, at least that way she'd have the reason to get angry, she'd be able to vent.

Unable to take anymore of her sand paper eggs, she put down her fork. She felt Siegrain's eyes on her, and the urge to cry out in frustration doubled. "Would you like some coffee?" She offered, remembering that she prepared some.

He nodded at her direction, relieved to have a moment to compose herself, Erza rose and filled a mug with freshly brewed coffee. She brought it over to him and then sat down.

Sliding a glance at the defeated girl sitting with her head bent, hands folded on her lap, Jellal felt the urge to laugh, or at least comfort her, but since chewing the egg was like a battle, he couldn't do either. Swallowing the last piece of egg, he finally managed to say, "That was quite… ehmm.. filling"

"You don't have to pretend." She whispered her voice hoarse. She hesitantly raised her eyes to his, "This is my first time cooking" she admitted in a small voice.

Erza watched carefully as Siegrain sipped a mouthful of coffee, his eyes widened for a second, and then he began to chew the coffee. She stood up roughly, sending the chair backwards; she then proceeded to dash outside the cubicle.

Jellal watched her flee from the Kitchen, he chuckled as he gratefully got rid of the mouthful of coffee grounds.

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Erza's breakfast had cured Jellal's hunger; in fact the idea of eating made his stomach churn. After cleaning their cubicle, he had decided to look for the scarlet haired president. He found her hidden beside a pond near the school garden. She was sitting beside the pond, her arms wrapped around her knees, forehead resting on top of them. Her scarlet hair was flowing with the wind, shining like a red rose under the sun, she looked like a heartbreaking picture of dejection. He started to turn away and leave her to moody privacy. Then, with a sigh of irritation he changed his mind and started to walk towards her direction.

A few yards away, he realized that her shoulders were shaking with small silent sobs. He frowned in surprise, obviously he need not to pretend that the meal had been good, so he injected a tone of amusement into his voice, "well… it's not the end of the world you know. It was actually a very unique meal."

Erza snapped her head, and stared off to her side, keeping her tear streaked face averted from him. "What do you want?" she asked wearily

"dessert?" Jellal suggested wryly, leaning forward to get a view of her face. He grinned as he though he saw a morose smile touch her lips. "We'll pass the second time around, don't worry" he added.

A teary chuckle escaped her, she drew a shaky breath, still refusing to look at him. "I'm surprised you're not upset"

"There's no sense crying over burnt bacon" Jellal produced a green handkerchief from his pocket and then offered it to her.

"I wasn't crying!" She shouted "..over that" she then added silently. A green handkerchief appeared before her face, she accepted it and dabbed it on her wet cheeks.

Jellal sighed, he hated it when women cried, and he hated it more when it was Erza. "…then why were you crying?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

Erza stood up, gazing straight ahead, her eyes focused on the pond before her, the green handkerchief clenched in her fist. "I… it's nothing" she said, as she started walking away from the handkerchief's owner.

Jellal watched her retreating form, he frowned, it seemed that something was bothering Erza, and he was determined to find out what it was. He chuckled, suddenly realizing, that he would not be able to avoid and ignore her all along. He wanted her, despite his conscience shouting that he didn't deserve her, his selfishness has taken over. Even if she was not destined to be his, he would at least want to spend time with her, even if only for a year.

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Hi guys! Thanks for reading! Sorry if this chapter is a bit boring, I promise more ehrr.. action? Spice? In the next chapters! Please do review! And in honor of the recent Jerza week, I promise to update as timely as I can.

By the way, the final scene is from Judith McNaught's Almost heaven. Reviews please!:)