Chapter 3

Finally logged onto the wifi, now regrettably named Dreyar Corporations Wireless Network, I look towards the ceiling for inspirations. My thoughts of being productive meander towards my past. More specifically, my past with Laxus. Laxus.

The memory of the human pretzel of Dan and Sorano, lips locked, arms intertwined in the janitor's closet is engraved in my head as I sprint through the mostly empty hallways. Last fucking straw. Why am I even with that double faced, flirting, cheating womanizer anyways? Was. Why was I? I huddle beneath an abandoned stairwell. I totally saw that coming though. Everyone warned me about him and I thought I could handle it. The warning bell rings, but I ignore it. A single tear streaks down my cheek, but I refuse to cry anymore about the unfaithful bitch. Time dwindles by, and I don't stand up until I hear hesitant footsteps far down the hall.

New student in the middle of the year? Right before finals? Yikes.

He's tall. Probably a good six inches taller than my five feet seven inches.

"Hey."

I nod at him, not able to trust my probably-shaky voice.

"Can you help me find," he glances down at the crumpled paper in his hand, Mr. Lahar's class? I have him for history." Fuuuck. Lahar's going to fucking kill me for being late.

"Same," I reply, gesturing for him to follow me. We walk in silence for a while, the awkwardness is practically tangible.

"I'm Laxus." He stops, offering me his hand.

I shake it.

"Lucy."

Why his class on the other side of this obscenely large school?

I mentally prepare myself as I tug on the doorknob.

"Miss Heartfilia? Do you have a reason for your tardiness?" asks Mr. Lahar in a clipped, impatient tone.

My mouth goes dry as I gesticulate to the larger figure behind me.

"Sorry. Got lost. I'm Laxus Dreyar," the blonde says, "Lucy helped me."

Lahar glances at me rather skeptically.

"So, the almighty Heartfilia has come back down to Earth?" A voice snickers softly. I turn to the pink blob of hair in the back of the classroom, sitting in front of my empty seat. Natsu. Glaring at him, I stroll towards the vacant chair and flick my friend's forehead as I walk by.

"What was that for?"

"Being an idiot."

"You can seat with me and my friends at lunch, if you like."

The blonde teen grins goofily at me.

"That'd be great, thanks Lucy."

I turned out to have three classes with Laxus. I found out he's exactly a year, 6 days and 7 minutes older than me. His favorite color is yellow. He lived with his grandfather. He's next door neighbors with the Strauss siblings. He always eats six pieces of bacon, two eggs, one pancake and a glass of orange juice for breakfast. He loves sitting outside, watching thunderstorms. He's always wanted to be a lawyer with an on and off career as a voice actor. He became friends with Jellal and Erza when he lived in Edolas a few years back.

He became my best friend. He cheered me up when I was sad and broken from my father's scathing words. He made me laugh everyday, without fail whether it was quoting a favorite Phineas and Ferb episode, some random Kermit Parody from YouTube or him just being weird. His hugs were the best medicine when I was down. He was always there for me.

I was in denial for a while, but bit by bit, I fell head over fucking heels for him and everything about him. I took him for granted. I thought he would always be by my side. But senior year, he began to go out with a mutual friend of ours. And I lost him. Everything that I loved about him, I lost in that one instant that I doubted myself, and she came and stole him away. His girlfriend took every chance to prove he was hers, practically forbidding me to ever talk to him again.

Graduation day. I decided to steel my nerves and tell him how I felt, even though he was still with his girlfriend. But as I walked towards him, his girlfriend skipped happily into his arms, and he swung her in a circle, leaning in to kiss her as she laughed happily.

She looked at me, her green stare practically sayingI told you I'd win, before turning back to my ex-best friend with adoring eyes.

I glance back at the clock. Fuck. Forty-five minutes left. Wiggling my mouse to bring my laptop back to life, I quickly doodle a few ideas a piece of scratch paper.

"Thanks, Mira, please send them as soon as possible."

My email dings, and a jumble of pictures flies into my inbox. I upload them to the site, and as they finish, I double check the rest of the page of Dreyar Corporations. Large-serifed, easy-to-read fonts. A mellow, royal blue and a white backdrop. I smile. Not a single thing out of place. No Helvetica. No Comic Sans. No neon colors.

Forwarding the updated link to Laxus, I giggle quietly to myself. Did Mira really call the company Mista' Sparky's Law Firm before?

so whaddya all think?

part of laxus is based off one of my best friends. he wants to be a lawyer, he is great at mimicking voices, he always makes me laugh, his hugs are pretty great. lucy is not based off me besides the fact that i may want to major in computer science and graphic design.

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since this is my second update in two days, i'm not sure when i'll be updating next, but for sure before the end of next weeks.

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zephy out.