A/N: gomen, gomen, gomen! I'm sorry for the late update. I hate school, that really defines why this was late. There is way too much homework. Gomenasai!

So, I really hope you like this chaptwr, I hope it was worth the wait!

Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right.' Do what you feel is right, in that very moment. Even though you may not think the time is right, it is. You just have to take that leap of faith and jump.

Erza's POV

My face went completely red, and all thoughts of vengeance flew out of my head, like birds in the fall. I gaped, wide eyed, at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Gajeel and Levy. On the teacher's desk. In an empty room. Doing unspeakable things to eachother. Not to mention extremely innappropriate.

Gajeel's shirt lay discarded on the floor, and he was pressing Levy down on the desk. Levy's hands were gliding up and down Gajeel's back, raking her nail over the skin. I could see her bra through her partially open shirt, and see Gajeel's hands doing- well, definitely not PG rated things.

"Holy. Crap." I said. Levy and Gajeel froze, hearing my voice, and slowly, Gajeel's head rose from his administrations on Levy's body. His eyes widened.

"Well, shit," he mumbled. Underneath him, Levy squeaked in alarm and furiously closed her shirt back up. Gajeel quickly scrambled off of her, and she sat up, her eyes wide. Gajeel chuckled nervoulsy, what seemed to be a smidgen of fear in his voice.

My face was still red, I could feel the heat pouring off my body. I wasn't sure what to do. It was like my brain completely shut off.

"Get dressed," I whispered shakily, saying the first thing that would come to my head. I felt like a fly caught in amber, slow, and confused. "And get ready for class."

I shook my head and whirled around, slamming the door behind me. Once it was shut, I leaned against it heavily, my mind blank. I could still feel the blush on my cheeks, spreading across my whole face.

Holy crap, that was something I could've gone my whole life without ever seeing.

Who would've thought that sweet, innocent, little Levy McGarden would get all hot and heavy with Gajeel Redfox? I mean, duh, they were dating, but Levy was Levy, conservative and innocent, and then there was Gajeel, who was, well, clueless. The thought of them actually doing that was crazy- I knew for sure that if I hadn't found them, things would've progressed to more x-rated thing. I still couldn't believe that they would do it. Oh well they were teenagers after all.

I blinked, trying to get my thoughts back together. At any other time, I would've flipped out and probably would've beaten the crap out of Gajeel, but my mind was still registering what had happened. It freaking caught me by surprise.

I looked at the time on my phone. It was 9:30, and I had a half hour before my first class, "Fiorian History," began. Gahh, history class. I shuddered. At least I had some time. I decided to go up to my dorm and grab my bag. Maybe find Lucy and head to class together. Find out what Gray and Natsu were fighting over next. Break up the riot if needed. Seemed like a decent plan.

I walked down the halls, heading for the dorm building, which was connected to the classroom building by a walkway over the schools driveway into the back parking lot. I liked hanging out here, in this particular spot. Especially when the sun was setting. Such an amazing view. Most people weren't out at that time, they were either hanging out in the common rooms or in their own dorms. I had this sky bridge all together myself. I liked to collect my thoughts there.

I walked into one of the common rooms, still keeping an eye out for Evergreen. It seems like she was avoiding me. Not that I blame her. I could be very, well, revenge happy at times. This was one of those extreme cases.

There was a white haired girl sitting with a taller bluenet on the couches. I recognized Lisanna Strauss, the junior class president and Mira's younger sister, but I didn't know the blue haired girl. I walked over.

"You two didn't happen to see Ever running around here, did you?" I inquired. Lisanna shook her head. "No. She's probably hiding. I don't know why she would post something like this, she knows that opposing you is a bad option." Lisanna shook her head wearily, and then gestured to the girl next to her. "Hi, this is Juvia, Mr. Fernandes's younger sister. Juvia, this is Erza Scarlet, senior class president, as well as our Student Council President."

Juvia smiled at me, and reached out a long, slender hand. "Hi Erza," she said happily. "I hear you're helping Jellal out around here."

I grasped her hand firmly and smiled at her. "Yes, he seems to be getting used to the school now," I replied.

"Oh, Erza," Lisanna suddenly said. I turned and looked at her. "Gray was looking for you. I think he said he was going to wait at your dorm."

I nodded, and smiled at Juvia. " Alright, gotta run, Gray call. See you around." I said to Juvia, shaking her hand one more time. She nodded. "Of course," she replied.

I began to walked towards the stairs, then suddenly turned to look at them. "Wait a second, why are you guys here? Shouldn't you be in class?" I asked. Lisanna smiled. "We have study hall right now. I was just asking Juvia a few questions about her former school, to see if there was anything we could do to make her feel more comfortable."

"Oh, ok," I said, mentally slapping myself. Damnit, I thought. I should've done that! Why didn't I?

Because ever since Jellal came, you've become a daydreaming little school girl who can't focus on anything else, a small voice told me.

Shut up, I shot back. Wisely, it didn't respond.

I nodded to the two juniors again, thanking lisanna once more, then turned and headed up the stairs. I made my way to the 3rd floor and opened the door. Leaning up against my door, third room down the hall, was Gray, a tired look on his face. He looked up and saw me, giving me a smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Hi," I murmured, immediately feeling the tension in the air. What is going on with him?

"We need to talk." He said. My heart began to pound. I nodded mutely. He pushed off my door and waited while I unlocked it, opening it and leading into my room. I sat on the unmade bed and looked at him.

He closed the door behind him and came over, sitting on the bed next to me. He made no move to take my hand, or anything like that. He looked at me.

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I was nervous, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You love him, don't you," Gray murmured. I froze, immediately knowing who he was talking about.

Jellal.

I stared helplessly at Gray, unable to say a thing. Gray smiled. "Erza, it's ok," her murmured, finally taking my hand. "You can tell me. I've kinda figured it out."

"How do you not hate me?" I croaked. Gray shook his head. "Erza, I think you and I both know that this isn't working out for the both of us," he said. "We've been pulling away from eachother."

Even though I wanted to deny it, I knew he was right. Still, I was so upset.

"Gray, Gray, I'm sorry," I murmured, a few tears falling from my eyes. Gray shook his head, and reached up, wiping away my tears. "Erza, don't cry. It's best for us, you and I both know it. I love you, and I always will, but you're meant to be with Jellal. I can see it in your eyes. You want to be with him when he's not around, I can see the longing in your eyes."

"What about you?" I asked. His eyes got a faraway look. I knew that look. He was thinking about someone. "I'll find them." He said. I wanted to laugh. He already found someone. But I was glad. Glad that he had found someone who could love him in the way that I couldn't.

Gray squeezed my hand. "Erza," he murmured. I looked up at him. He leaned in, never taking his eyes away from my face. He touched my cheek with his hand, and deftly, pressed his lips to mine.

I kissed him back, feeling the goodbye on his lips, tasting it on his tongue.

He broke away from me, gently brushing a strand of my hair out of my face. "Erza," he murmured.

"I will always love you too, Gray," I whispered. I would. Gray meant so much to me, I truly did love him, but my love for Jellal was on a whole different level.

Gray smiled. "I'll love you too," he said, rising from my bed. "I'll have to go," he whispered. I nodded, and watched as he walked away. He glanced once more at me, then opened the door and slid past, disappearing into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him.

I sat there for a minute, my mind blank. Then, all my emotions came rushing back to me. I couldn't hold it in. So I did what anyone else would do: I collapsed back onto my bed and bawled.

Jellal's POV

I sat in my desk in classroom 1A, sitting through an extremely boring lecture on Fiore's history with Mr. Gildarts. I stared at Erza's empty seat in front of me. I'm surprised I haven't burned holes into the back of it by now.

As little as I knew about Erza, I did know one thing: Erza Scarlet was never late. And it was 10 minutes after the bell.

Suddenly, Gray walked, in, his face emotionless. He quietly gave Mr. Gildarts his late pass, and quickly took his seat next to me. I'd almost forgotten that he was late too. Did that mean what I thought it meant…?

I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He glared at his notebook, furiously writing. His eyes, I noticed, were watery. That's when I knew.

He suddenly ripped his page out, and when Gildarts wasn't looking, he plopped it onto my desk. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

I grabbed the paper and slid it behind my books, so Gildarts wouldn't see. I looked down at it.

Go see Erza.

I looked over at Gray. His dark eyes were burning. Go, he mouthed. You have to go to her.

I looked to the front of the room. "Mr. Gildarts, may I go to the bathroom?" I asked. He looked at me. "Who're you again?" He drawled.

I sweat dropped and the rest of the class laughed, except for Natsu, who was out cold, snoring quietly. Lucy giggled behind me, and even Gray, who was looking do forlorn and depressed, cracked a grin.

"I'm Jellal. Jellal Fernandes. I just transfered here," I muttered, pink forming on my cheeks. Gildarts scratched his head. "Jellal….yeah…uh huh, fine, go," he said, turning back to his notes. I got the feeling that Gildarts didn't give a crap who I was. Not that I cared anyway.

I got up from my desk and walked out of the classroom quickly, trying to ignore the few giggles that followed me. Once I was outside, I broke into a sprint, racing towards the dorm. I dodged past a few girls- maybe freshman, ignoring the questioning looks on their faces. I rand down the halls, across the sky bridge that connected the dorms to the actual school, and ran towards the girl's side.

I took the stairs two at a time, flinging open the door that led into Erza's hallway. I ran to her room, and knocked quickly on her door, panting and huffing, completely out of breath.

There was some shuffling, and then the door opened, revealing Erza, whose eyes were red and puffy. She saw me and her eyes widened. She stepped into the hall and hurriedly closed the door behind her. "Jellal-" She began, but I interrupted her, grabbing her and pulling her to my chest, holding her close. She gasped at first, then relaxed and laid her head on my chest, right over my pounding heart.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, smoothing her hair down. She shook her head. "No," she murmured back. "It's ok. It really is."

She pulled away from me so she could look into my eyes. "Even though it's hard, I'm not completely losing Gray," she said. "We're best friends. It just wasn't meant to be."

I blinked. "Erza," I began, but she put a finger to my lips. "Jellal, I know that you're still having problems in opening to people, but I want you to know that it's alright. You've suffered enough. Break free, and live."

Her words effected me. How could one person completely change my life like this? I asked myself. How does she do this? Take a person left with no hope, and somehow, give him something to believe in. How?

"May-" I gulped, my palms beginning to sweat. "May I kiss you?" I asked her tentatively. Her eyes widened, and I instantly regretted it. She was going to kill me. I flinched, closing my eyes to brace myself for her rejection that was sure to come. Or possibly the punch.

Suddenly, her warm lips were against mine, and I opened my eyes in shock. She grabbed onto the lapels of my jacket and pulled me closer. My hands dropped down to clasp her hips, and I pulled her in close. My eyes closed in rapture. I wanted to freeze time, stay forever locked in this moment with Erza.

I felt her tongue flick against my lips, and I opened my mouth. She swept in, and I flicked my tongue against hers in response.

She moaned, and that little sound made me go wild with lust. I moaned and pushed her against the door, bracing myself with one hand. Our lips never parted. I didn't want them to. I was breathing her in, tasting her. She tasted of mint, like toothpaste. I growled against her lips, pushing her further against the door, wanting to feel her whole body against mine.

She smiled against my lips. "That was so sexy," she whispered. "I don't think that can get any sexier." My eyes flashed open, and I stopped the kiss briefly. Her eyes bored into my own, her cheeks flushed. "Erza…" I murmured, crashing my lips against hers.

Her hands flew up and began to undo the buttons of my shirt, until it hung open over my bare chest. She ran her hands up and down my body, tracing the planes of my stomach, the outline of my abs. I shuddered, and moaned at her touch. Her hands were graceful, turning me on with her light caresses.

I broke away from her kiss and leaned my forehead against hers, panting. Her hand continued their ministrations on my skin, and my body trembled with need, with wanting.

Her hands skimmed the waistline of my pants, her fingertips occasionally slipping under the fabric. I hissed. If we continued, nothing would stop me from pulling her into her room, throwing her down on the bed and- god, I needed to stop this.

I pulled away from her, hearing her sigh. I looked at her. Her face was red, her hair was tousled, her lips were swollen from my kiss. She never looked more beautiful.

"Erza, I don't think now is the right time," I said, my voice hoarse. "It's too soon. I'm not turning you down, it's just that it's way too early."

She chuckled. "I think you're the first guy to ever say that to a girl. But it's not a bad thing." She said.

I smiled back, grabbing the front of my shirt and buttoning it up. Erza's eyes were on me the entire time, watching me. Once I finished the last button, she grabbed my hand. "I don't want to go to class today," she whispered. "Can you stay with me?" Her large brown eyes stared deep into my own, with a pleading look. Who could say no to puppy eyes? You'd have to have a very strong willpower, and I did not.

I paused. Sure, I totally would skip class anytime, especially for Erza. I grinned. "Sure thing." I said, squeezing her hand. Her eyes lit up.

"Ok," she whispered, opening the door. She led me inside, and I quietly closed the door behind us.

We ended up laying in her bed for the rest of the day, undisturbed, left completely alone. We talked about our lives, my music, her track, just our lives in general. I told her stories about Juvia and Wendy, and she in turn told me the antics of Team Natsu.

At some point I had taken my shirt off, and Erza changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. It had gotten extremely hot.

Erza began to trace my skin lightly, while I held her close to my chest. Her fingers glided down my stomach, then back up again. It felt amazing. I held her tighter.

After some time, her ministrations began to make me drowsy. My eyes kept closing, and I desperately tried to stay awake. But to no avail. I yawned, closed my eyes, and sank into darkness, feeling Erza's warm body pressed against mine.

Taking a chance is risky, but doing it to for the one you love, that's a risk worth taking. So, take that risk, plunge in. You'll never have a better chance than this.

A/N: so I am going to change this to an m rating, since you all asked so nicely. But I'm not gonna make things lemony for at least a few chapters, just to let me figure things out. Thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and likes!