Thank you Bird person, squanch ya later.

How Gajeel ended up on the floor and Lily on his pillow he'll never know. Did he fall? Pushed? Being late for school, he didn't really have time to think about it. Swearing, he got to his feet and tore off his tank-top, balling it up and whipping it across the room. He rushed over to pile of clothes he was to lazy to put away and dug out a Louis Armstrong tee and, without thinking, put it on. He jammed into his black boots and as he grabbed his leather jacket, he was out the door. His job didn't pay enough to afford a car so he would have to walk, thankfully school wasn't far.

Panting, he made it in the door as the bell rang, he hurried up the stair well and into first period. Normally, he wouldn't care if he were late or not but he had missed far to many days this year and with it half over, he didn't have the luxury of slacking. Slowly, he made his way to his desk in the back middle of the room, dropping his bag on the floor and sliding into his seat. He was far to large for the small desk so he crossed his arms and tried to get as comfortable as possible. Gajeel let his head drop as he sighed.

His comfort didn't last long.

As Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney entered Gajeel rubbed his face. He dreaded seeing these two asses, he wasn't scared of them or anything. They were just really fucking annoying. Every time they saw the far larger Gajeel they would make there way over just to piss him off. Rogue wasn't to bad, just glared a lot and tried to act all scary. Difference between Gajeel and him? Gajeel was scary. Sting was the bad one; load, bossy, the one who always interrupted the teacher in class. That guy.

As they walked over Gajeel prepared himself for restraint.

"Nice shirt, Redfox" Sting mocked as he sat on the cold desk. Rogue just glared.

In his hurry Gajeel didn't realize he had put on a shirt he normally wouldn't wear to school; Louis Armstrong, one of his favorite singers. The range of music he listen to was shocking, but it was just anther thing the "Twins" annoyed him about. He had never liked Sting much but Rogue was a good guy, well he was...

Sting's next comment was interrupted as their teacher entered. He was tall and fit with a head of red hair, he also walked with a slight limp. Mr. Gildarts fell into his chair and spun around a few times before speaking; "well class, ol' teach is beat today so Kana's in charge."

The brunet in the corner rose her head at the mention of her name; "God damn it Dad, I run the house and now you want me to run the class room too?!"

Her father was already fast asleep.

Slowly, Gajeel suffered through his first two classes. He was dreading math but when he saw a tiny face wreathed with blue let a smile split his face. As he made his was past the front desk he place the single sheet of paper on it, continuing on to the open desk in the back row.

Levy was jolted from her book as the sound of a heavy figure slimmed into the desk next to her, looking over she found her pupil.

"Good afternoon, Gajeel" she smiled.

"Same to you, Shorty" he returned, grinning.

Now furies, she narrowed her eyes; "you better be nice to me, Mr. Redfox, or I wont help you anymore."

"Yeah, sure" Gajeel chucked.

Levy crossed her arms and muttered something he couldn't hear. Finally, the bell rang and Mr. Yajima stood from his desk. He quickly looked through the pile of work sheets, stopping on one. At it's top it read; Gajeel Redfox. Yajima's eyes widened and gave the failing student a look of astonishment. He only grimiest back.

The rest of class was just busy work. Busy work and stares, all at the odd pair. One speaking in hushed tone and the other listening intently. Every once in a while Gajeel would check someone and glared so hard Levy thought they would burst into flames. Really, she didn't mind him being scary. It kept the mooches off her back, most just wanted answers or to creep. But Gajeel was... different. He looked and acted like a thug but when she talked he listened, more then that he heard her. He didn't interrupt, he ask questions and wasn't afraid of admitting when he was wrong. Although, that last one took him a bit to get use to.

Over the next few days this carried on; the two of them suffering through the day until math. But to Levy's dismay, at the end of class everyday he would rush out of class only with a "thank you". Finally feed up she came up with a plan; that Friday she would act. During class she would get a hold of his paper and leave a note. What that note was she didn't know.

"Damn this lesson." Gajeel thought to himself. He hadn't slept well the night before and Yajima's preaching was like a lullaby. In desperation, he looked over at Levy. Her eyes wide and fingers were crossed over her mouth, she was ether wired or really into this lesson. Gajeel sighed he flicked her ear, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound she made.

"You all right, Shrimp?"

"What? Yes of course," she whispered back, "now be quite."

"Hey, I'm just makin' sure you're..."

"Mr. Redfox, do you think you can teach this lesson better then I can?" Mr. Yajima interrupted.

"No I was just..."

"Then please save your flirting with Mis. McGarden till after class."

Gajeel's face shot red, not with embarrassment but with rage. He wasn't flirting, Gajeel Redfox doesn't flirt. He was just asking if she was okay, that's all. Levy on the other hand was red as a beet. She clutched her knees and was screaming on the inside.

"Flirting? Him? Me! Why would he do that with me? No, Mr. Yajima was mistaken."

Her plan was ruined, how could she do anything now that he had announced that to the class?

The two sat through the rest of class in silents, but finally the bell rang and Mr. Yajima took his leave. It was only after the rest of class had left Levy noticed the form still sitting next to her. Still with a scowl on his face and arms crossed. Gajeel didn't say a word or even move. Carefully, Levy reached out a hand and pocked him in the head.

"What, Shrimp?" he growled.

"Are you all right?"

"Perfectly fine," Gajeel said as he got to his feet, "are you?"

"Oh course!" she lied with a smile.

"Oh? Well ya were shackin' all class."

"I was not!" she spat back.

"Geehee whatever you say" he laughed as he turned to go but was stopped by her retort.

"Wait. Please, I have something for you."

She reach out her hand with a balled up piece of paper, holding up as high as she could. The far taller man plucked it from her open palm and before he could even open it, she was gone. He laughed again to himself and unfolded it. The anti-social high schooler had never gotten a note like this before, so he really didn't know what to except. Inside was write a short letter written in the most perfect hand writing he had even seen; "Dear Mr. Redfox, I have a great time helping you in math and hope that you feel comfortable enough to come to me if you need any more assists. If you would like to contact me my number is written below. Sincerely, Levy McGarden"

Gajeel couldn't move his legs. He couldn't move anything. He just stood there, staring at the signature.

"What the hell do I do know?" He thought to himself. Lucky for him it was a Friday, giving him all weekend to think it over. As he sighed he neatly folded her note up and put it in the breast pocket of his jacket, then exited the room.