A/N: Here is a Gale drabble I had just sitting in my folder that I decided to publish. It's a modern day AH/AU based off of my own experiences. I hope you enjoy it.
All rights to Hiro Mashima.
He walks in and surveys the room. There's an empty seat in the back and one in the middle next to a girl. The girl is white, the only girl in the room and she seems painfully aware of the fact. But she sits straight and proud, a fire burns in her eyes and steel straightens her spine.
Then he realizes the only reason that seat next to her is open is because she seems way above everyone in the room. Her presence is too strong and heavy to sit next to.
He takes a seat in the back, but keeps an eye on the girl. He wishes he could talk to her, but it unsure how to start a conversation. He is also aware of how scary he appears to strangers.
After class the girl stands up in a fluid motion. She hefts a rather large messenger bag onto her shoulder. He can't bring himself to admire how the way she carried her bad emphasizes her breasts, although he is aware of it. He simply wants to talk to her, but she quickly glides out of the room and floats down the stairs. He hurries after her, but ends up watching her glide away quickly.
He notices her shoes, beat-up gray converse with many grommets, and smiles. Maybe she's not as stuck-up as she seems. And she really does act above everyone else. He wonders why.
He turns to his friends, a wry smile on his face. He brushes away their questions and turns the conversation to homecoming parties, but in the back of his mind he wonders about the strange girl in his class.
She had known it was a stupid idea to come, to have signed up for this class in the first place. But she is here and there is no turning back now.
She enters the room, her bag full of books. She holds herself straight, proud, and tall. She is strong. She is smart. She is capable. She walks to the second row to the back, the middle of the room, and sits in the chair closest to the wall.
She can feel the people in the room judging her. But she sits tall, proud, and strong; her eyes, forward. She has not dropped a class yet and she is determined not to. Fire burns in her chest and steel straightens her spine. 'I can and I will,' she tells herself in her head, 'I can and I will.'
She watches as a tall guys enters the room. She figures he's probably at least a year older than her. His eyes sweep the room and hone in on her. She gulps and bravely meets his eyes. He appraises her a moment before moving on. She wants to follow him with her eyes, but she keeps her spine steel straight and listens to the teacher.
After class she resists the temptation to find the boy and watch him. Instead she grabs her bag and rushes away as fast as possible without obviously running.
Her friends question her about her last class and the homecoming dance that is fast approaching. She shoves the boy out of her thoughts.
But in the back of her mind she can't help but hope they meet again and talk.
A/N: So there it is. I'm taking auto mechanics this year and I'm literally the only white girl in the class. It's very different being the minority and I figured it would be like something Levy would do. Soooo I wrote this drabble. I hope you liked it!
Thanks for reading,
Artistofthemind