"Opening a test paper, seeing the first question and thinking, 'Yeah, I'm screwed.'"
-Teenager post # 047
CHAPTER 3: RUE THE DAY
1st day of classes; 12:10 AM
Temporary Classroom, Building B, Fairy Tail High, Fiore
While Building A was subjected to being fixed and reconstructed, classes in said building were variously moved to vacant classrooms in B, C, and D; class 3-A in particular, was moved to Building B.
Erza Scarlet entered the new classroom and the first thing she heard were the various whispers of 'class mayor' and 'magic soccer club' and 'transferee', the redhead wondered what exactly was drawing most of the female population's attention and took her seat.
'They mentioned something about the position of the 'class mayor'. I have to know the root of this disturbance.' Erza thought, eyeing her classmates' faces with serious concentration.
"Juvia." Erza called to a certain blue-haired girl, who tensed for a second before regaining her composure.
"Good afternoon, Erza. What did you call Juvia for?" The girl asked Erza, who looked as if a very humorless, major problem popped up.
"What's going on? The girls in our class seem disturbed." Erza crossed her arms, while Juvia sweat-dropped at her grave expression.
"It's nothing, really. Juvia and the others were just talking about the transferee." The blue-haired girl explained, but the darkening of Erza's expression told her the explanation wasn't enough.
"What do you mean? And what about the position of class mayor?"
'It's the Armageddon tomorrow.' Juvia thought and looked at the others, who pretended to now talk about something vapid like the weather and math class. She really didn't want to be the one to tell Erza Scarlet about the class officer elections.
"Juvia?" Erza's eyes stared dangerously.
"You see…" the red-haired girl raised an eyebrow.
"The elections happened while-" the girl was interrupted by the redhead's hand slapping on her desk.
"The elections what?" she asked.
Juvia looked to the others once more, finding them three rows away by now. The blue-haired girl's eyes flickered left and right, a silent plea for help, and caught the eyes of the most unlikely person in the room, two seats behind Erza Scarlet.
'Had she always been there?' Juvia frowned, recalling in vain who the blonde-haired girl was.
She grabbed the oblivious girl by the hand, presented her to Erza, and proceeded to dash out of the classroom. Erza Scarlet then stared at the blonde, whose patience was growing thin by the second.
"Hi." Lucy said,
"Hi." Erza said back, "I want to know about the class elections. If there isn't someone intelligible enough to tell me, I might have to take a look at all your brains to find out what's wrong. And I might use my sword in doing so."
"Gray Fullbuster is the new class mayor." The redhead simply stared at the expressionless blonde.
"Pardon?" she tilted her head to the right.
"Gray Fullbuster." Lucy grabbed a nearby squealing girl's phone, who turned with a dignified 'Hey!' and continued, "He's the new class president."
The redhead was seething as she looked at phone, and she recognized the familiar pitch black eyes.
"The ice mage who wrecked our classroom?!" Erza howled, standing with hands gripping the sides of her desk. "When did this happen?" she hissed.
"The elections took place while you were at the clinic." Lucy answered back, returning the phone to its owner.
The red-haired girl took deep, calming breaths, before once more taking her seat. She primly folded her hands at her desk. "Okay. You may go." She told the blonde, who sweat-dropped and tilted her head questioningly, but nevertheless went back to her seat.
'Gray Fullbuster. You'll rue the day you took my place.' Erza Scarlet thought contemptuously.