Ahh, i forgot to update! Well, not forget but, i just couldn't! My laptop was separated from me temporarily but, it's back in my clutches (: Now, sorry for the delay everyone! Alright, we start of with Gajeel's POV! Alot of yall wanted the NaLu Story line to continue, but since i had just done a Natsu POV i like to do it in breaks. We haven't seen a Gajeel's in abit so here it is!

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Gajeel POV – chapter 11

Gajeel closed out of the search window quickly, his furrowed face tinted with a blush. He only knew one pixie that could have come here to look that up. And that was Levy McGarden. He had first seen her at the train, where he had told her off and gave his menacing glare. It was not the best first impression, but it was the impression many people gained when meeting someone like Gajeel. The second time they made contact was when she had flung her shoe at his face. Gajeel could say he deserved it, but he wasn't one for taking it lying down. No no, he wasn't going to hit her… but the thought did cross his mind at one point. Gray had pulled him back from the cowering girl and gave Gajeel time to cool off. As he typed away at the computer, he eyed the other students and realized Natsu and Lucy weren't among them. Alzack wasn't also but, he was probably with his girlfriend Bisca. Shit… half the class is gone missing. Why the fuck am I here than? Gray was typing away also, making sure to be done before Juvia. Probably because if he was to slow Juvia's full attention would be on him after she was done with her own assignment. Gajeel had told Gray several times just to fuck with Juvia at least once so that she might back down after getting her fill, but he knew the ice bucket would never do something like that. Despite Gray's habit of stripping, he wasn't a Casanova nor one for toying with a girl's heart. If he disliked her, he would tell her. Much to the group's surprise, Gray had never actually verbally said he hated the girl, just that he wasn't interested. Gajeel would probably have made a girl cry if they had stalked him as much as Juvia did to Gray.

The teacher was off flirting with the librarian. Gajeel was amazed how the two chat, like they were in their own little world. The librarian bore bright red hair, almost like flames flowing over her shoulders. She had a nice rack on her, the only thing looking 'librarian' on her were her small brown glasses. Other than that, she looked like a hot mom or nanny. She couldn't have been much older than Laxus, who was already riding on 19. The classroom teacher was Mr. Jellal Fernandes, the World History Teacher. The two were seen often together during teacher meetings and even occasionally in the hall ways, but the two had never been seen outside of school together. Rumor had it they were dating, but since there was no hard proof the chatter had quieted down. Not that Gajeel cared for such things as rumors, finding them pointless. Hell, there were plenty of rumors of him but Gajeel paid little to no attention to such poppycock. Gajeel decided to take advantage of his teacher's strayed attention and slip out of the library, bored with the lesson. His departure caught the attention of Gray, who quickly grabbed onto his sleeve.

"Dude! You cannot leave me here! "

"What? Get the fuck off me."

"Seriously Gajeel. Natsu's gone doing whatever and if you leave, I'm forced to be alone with…with Juvia!" Almost on que, Juvia's eyes sparkled, lust and hunger staring Gray down.

"I'm only going to say it once."Gajeel glared down his 'friend' , who reluctantly let go of his sleeve. Gray could be heard grumbling upset, while Juvia took the chance to slowly scoot their chairs closer. Gajeel had just heard Gray whimper when he left the library through the second pair of doors near the back. The halls were quiet , as they should be during the second half of the day. Although it was the first day, so much had happened. All of the more eventful occurrences had involved that shrimp, Levy McGarden. His mind kept wavering back to her, even though he'd much rather think about shagging with the hottest girl in school or, what he was going to make for dinner. Ramen… ramen in a cup? Chicken flavored? No… beef. No! Shrimp. Most defiantly shrimp… with short blue slightly curled, eyes soft; always paired with a matching sweet smile. Her petite child-like body only adding to her cute and adorableness- wait… what? What the fuck was he thinking? The transition from such a holy topic of food, going straight to her? What bullshit. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind? Gajeel suddenly punched a locker beside him, indenting it so that the slight shape of a fist was now bented into it. To follow his little outburst, a sudden high pitch squeak escaped from behind him. It was someone he hadn't spoken to before, and would have probably mistaken her for a first year. Nonetheless he knew her; it was the famous Wendy Marvell. If he was correct, this girl was in the same class as Mira; who was also in the same class as Levy. She looked around nervously, her small hands intertwined.

"U-um… did I d-do something wrong..?" Her eyes were moist as she looked away frequently, her long twin ponytails effortlessly flowing over her shoulders. She had blue hair like the pixie's but Wendy's was much longer and a far darker shade, almost borderline purple.

"What do you mean?" Gajeel raised an eyebrow. He hadn't done anything to her, so why was she so nervous?

"T-that's… my locker…" Oh. Well shit. Gajeel quickly released his fist from the locker and looked at it, not sure why he even did such a thing. "Oh… my bad. I didn't know it was yours…" Gajeel was never the best at apologizing, but he did have a heart. He felt uncomfortable looking like the bully when the so call victim was a thirteen year old girl. Wendy shook her head and smiled.

"If that's the case… it's fine. I can see that something's on your conscience." He looked at his fist, then back to her. Oh no, he wasn't going to have some makeshift therapy class with a child genus. That would really put up some red flags. "And don't worry about the locker, the one next to it is being unused." Gajeel nodded, the awkwardness only growing. Why did he feel like she was the one being the bigger person? He sighed and waved.

"Alright… if you're fine with that, I'm off." He watched as she nodded, waving back farewell. He scolded himself inwardly for looking like a complete douchebag, and eventually found himself in front of his classroom, which was now completely empty. Class must still all be in the library. He thought by now they would have returned but, apparently not. He continued down the hall until he noticed the sign A-3 was dangling above the class door. And once again his mind drifted towards a certain pixie. He could see through the small door window the small class at work. Mirajane was at the board currently, writing whatever math down. He also saw Freed Justine, who was currently passing notes around to everyone. But his eyes were still looking, searching for the one thing that had drawn him towards the class in the first place. And then he saw her. The blunette was currently writing down equations when the note had finally reached her. Gajeel watched her face blush, and her lips move as she giggled at the note. What could have been on that note that made her laugh like that? Thoughts were being introduced into his mind that were much too foreign for him and the sudden tap of the shoulder caused him to jump, preparing to fight instinctively. He stopped quickly, seeing it was only the Wendy girl. She giggled as she saw him react to her sudden appearance.

"Sorry." She apologized for her surprise attack. "Did you forget your textbook too?" Wendy looked up at him quizzically, even her head tilting slightly. Gajeel only looked at her, astonished. Did she really believe that he was in this class? And he thought this girl was a genius. "Well, I didn't see you the first half of the day so, I suppose you're not in this class. ' Her words sounded like a backhanded compliment, but Gajeel hoped she hadn't meant it like that. Gajeel realized he was in her way and quickly jumped back so that the girl could enter the classroom. I guess I better leave… But before the door had closed completely, he glanced back at Levy, who was currently smiling at Wendy's return. The pierced man's cheek slightly tinted pink as he walked off, hands in pocket.

Wendy makes an official appearance in this chapter! Love it? Hate it? Somewhere in the middle? PLEASE REVIEW IT! I would love some critic whether it be good or bad!

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