A/N: sorry, I said I'd post this yesterday, but I didn't have a chance to. Gomenasai, minna-san!

anyway, I have a sslight problem. I said that I was going to take this month off, since it is NaNoWriMo, but the story I chose has a lot of editing to be done, which I'm not so sure it'll be finished before the end of this month. Should I not take this break off and just work on editing my story so it'll be ready for next year's NaNoWriMo? Then I'll have time to finish my stories here.

what do you think?

There are three simple laws in life:

1) If you do not chase what you're after in life, then you'll never get it.

2) The answer will always be No if you never ask.

3) If you don't go forward, you'll always remain in the same place.

So live life to the fullest and regret nothing else.

Erza's POV

"Oi, Hey, where the hell do are you taking us?" Sting shouted belligerently. I glared at him, shoving him forward and keeping a strong grip on the back of his jersey. I smirked.

"We're taking a nice little stroll to the Dean's office right now, my dear Sting Eucliffe." I snarled. I jabbed a finger over to Gray, who stumbled next to me while holding a towel against his forehead. "And then you can tell him all about what you did to Gray."

Sting scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

I squeezed his neck, and he yelped in pain. "Because," I hissed, pressing my lips against his ear. "I could easily take you outside the school grounds and give you the beating you deserve, but that wouldn't solve the problem. You'll just keep coming back and hurting my friends."

"You're a-"

"Shut up," Jellal said, shaking Rogue's shoulder lightly. "You're lucky she's not beating you guys to a pulp right now."

I looked at Jellal. His eyes bored into mine, full of clarity. He knew what I was going to do. And he knew It was the right decision.

"You can't do this! We're in the middle of a game right now!" Orga exclaimed. I stopped, forcing Sting to come to a standstill, and turned to look at Orga.

"Yes, you are. And right now, that game is on hold at the moment, thanks to my little friend over here," I said, holding up my phone. "Lucy did a great job in informing the refs that we had a bit of a problem down in the locker rooms, so they're willing to extend half time until the problem is fixed."

"You can't do that!" Sting cried.

"Actually-"

"She can," chimed Natsu, Gray, and Jellal in unison.

I looked at the three of them. "I can speak for myself guys," I said. Then I turned to Sting, Orga, and Rogue, who were looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"I can, and I did. I'm the senior and Student Council president, you idiots." I snarled. Without bothering to see their reactions, I shoved Sting forward, down the hall to where the coach's office. The Dean had said he'd meet us there.

I walked into the office, shoving Sting on the chair that was conveniently facing the door, so he fell into it like it was waiting for him with open arms.

The others filed into the room behind me, all focused on the small man standing on the desk.

Yes, standing. I'm not kidding. Master Makarov was a tad short, so standing on the desk got him close to our height. He glared at us all through narrowed eyes, his small arms folded over his chest.

"Miss Scarlet, you called? What seems to be the problem?"

I gestured for Gray to come forward. "This is the problem," I said. Gray pulled the towel away from his forehead to reveal the cut on his forehead. The skin around the gash was puffy and discolored. It was a multitude of colors, red, blue, and purple. Makarov's eyes narrowed further, his eyes brows furrowing in concentration.

"I found these three in the boy's Locker room, ganging up on Gray, who was in there before everyone came down. Sir, this goes against all the rules laid out. Member of a different team attacking one of ours? That's sabotage."

"That's not-" Sting began.

"True," Jellal said, stepping forward. "It is. I saw it with my own eyes. You attacked Gray while he was down." Jellal raised his fist. "I had to drag you off of him."

Gray looked at Makarov. "Sir, I-"

"Is this true, Mr. Fullbuster?" Makarov asked.

I stared hard at Gray. I could see he was fighting himself, torn at what to do. He didn't want to look weak in front of everyone and tell the truth, but he didn't want Sting to get away with this either. Boy's pride.

I put a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me. I nodded. "It's ok, Gray," I murmured. "We're not going to think any less of you after this."

He nodded slowly, then turned to Makarov. "Sir," he began, clearing his throat. "They did jump me in the locker room."

Sting snarled and looked away, but at least Orga and Rogue had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. Makarov looked grave as he stared at the three Sabertooth members.

"You three" Makarov said, keeping his gaze fixed on Sting. "Go back up to the game. Send me the Sabertooth coach. Gray, stay here. But you, Erza, Natsu, and Jellal, go back upstairs."

I nodded, and squeezed Gray's shoulder in silent encouragement once more before I stepped out of the room, Natsu and Jellal following me close behind.

As soon as the door closed, I whipped out my phone, where I had Lucy on standby. I sent her a quick text, asking her to locate the Sabertooth coach and send him to the boy's Locker rooms. The Dean would like to see him, I wrote. After a minute, she replied. He's on his way, she wrote.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and turned to Natsu and Jellal, who were both looking at me expectantly. I looked at Natsu. "Go back to the team," I advised. "They're probably anxious and confused, and as Co captain, you should calm them down."

Natsu nodded. "Sure thing, Erza. See you up there."

He took off down the hall, his form becoming small and smaller, until he disappeared completely, leaving me alone with Jellal.

Immediately, I sagged, and fell backwards, leaning heavily on his chest. His hands came around and held me firmly by the waist.

"Erza, you ok?" He asked worridly.

I turned in his arms and pressed myself to his chest, wrapping my arms around him. "I was so scared," I mumbled hoarsely. "Gray…he…"

"Shhh," Jellal murmured, rubbing my back soothingly. "Gray is fine thanks to you. If it weren't for you heading down there, they'd still be hurting him right now. You saved him, Erza."

"I wanted to hurt them," I murmured. I clutched onto the fabric of Jellal's v-neck, gritting my teeth.

He grabbed my hands and forced me to release my grip on his shirt. He brought them to his lips and kissed my knuckles softly. "I know, Erza, I know," he whispered. "And no one would've blamed you if you did. You, as well as Gray, have the right to do so for what they did to the both of you. And yet, you chose the right decision. Now, Makarov will make sure they don't hurt anyone else."

I pressed my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. He placed a kiss on my head. "It'll be alright, Erza. Trust me."

I pulled away from his neck and pressed my lips to his. His hands jerked in surprise, but then he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, angling his head so we could kiss better.

Jellal's tong traced the outline of my lips, and I eagerly opened my mouth to him, letting him sweep in and explore my mouth. Our tongues twined together, and I could feel Jellal pull me against his chest, holding me tightly. I could feel his need.

I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging gently on the long blue strands. With a groan, Jellal walked me backwards until I hit the wall.

I clutched onto his broad shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling me closer. Jellal's eyes shot open, and his passionate kisses slowed until he gave me one last, chaste kiss. I looked at him.

"I'm not sure this is the best place to be doing something like this here," he whispered, gesturing down the hall to where the coache's door stood. "Not to mention, that Sabertooth coach will be here any minute."

I blushed, thinking of the consequences of being found. I quickly unwrapped my legs from around Jellal's waist, and he set me on the ground gently. I leaned up and gave him one small peck on the lips, wrapping my hand around his.

"Alright, later then." I whispered. "Let's go."

Jellal's POV

I sat in the stands next to Erza, holding her close. In the field, both teams gathered worridly around their respective goals, murmuring to eachother.

Beside me, Erza trembled, biting her lower lip nervously. I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it comfortingly. She looked over at me and smiled, leaning over to kiss me softly. I reached up with my free hand and cupped her face, kissing her back softly.

"Will you two please just get a room already?" An exasperated voice sighed, and Erza and I broke apart quickly. I could feel the blush spreading across my cheeks as I looked at Lucy with guilt.

Erza grinned next to me. "I will as soon as you and Natsu do the same."

It was Lucy's turn to blush, and she sat down heavily next to Erza with a huff.

"Oh shut up. Anyway, what color is your dress for tonight?"

Erza looked at Lucy blankly. "What?" She asked dumbly.

Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Honestly? Did kissing the hot tie over there-" she gestured to me- "kill all the brain cells you have?"

"Hey!" I complained.

Erza narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?" She asked.

Lucy sighed. "Homcoming? Remember? After every first home game?"

Erza clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening with shock. "Crap!" She exclaimed. "I totally forgot!"

I poked her on the arm. "What are you two talking about?" I asked.

Lucy looked at me. "Every year, after the first home game of the season, Fairy Tail throws a homecoming dance. Everyone shows up. It's an awesome night. I'm surprised that Erza forgot."

"Things have been been a bit hectic around here, Luce." Erza mumbled. Lucy looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "So," the blonde said. "You're going right?"

Erza shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I do have a dress…"

I looked at Erza. The question lingered on my tongue, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to ask her. Do it, you idiot, I screamed in my mind. If you never ask, you'll never know! I made up my mind.

I grabbed her hand again. "Erza," I said. She looked at me with a questioning lookin in her eyes. "Jellal?" She whispered.

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

Her eyes widened. I grinned. "I take that as a yes?" I asked. My heart pounded. Even if she said yes, where the hell was I supposed to get a suit? Crap, bad planning on my part.

She kissed me again, clutching onto my hand softly. "Yes," she whispered. "I will."

I blinked.

Lucy laughed, and clapped my shoulder. "Awesome, Jellal, since this was kinda last minute, I'll have Natsu or Gray find you a suit!"

I opened my mouth to respond, but there was a sudden movement on the field that caught my attention. I turned and pointed. "Look," I whispered.

Gray and the Sabertooth coach were walking out onto the field. Natsu broke away from the team and raced over to meet Gray. The Sabertooth coach waked over to his team, while Gray and Natsu spoke to eachother. Then they broke apart and headed back to the team.

Lucy's phone buzzed, and she whipped it out of her jeans, turning it on and looking at the screen. She gasped, and instantly, Erza and I looked at her.

She held the phone out to us mutely. Erza took it, and I leaned over her shoulder to read the message.

Natsu: good news. Sting, Rogue, and Orga have been kicked off the Sabertooth team, and they'll be getting further punishment from their Dean. Gray is gonna play. Wish us luck.

Erza grinned, and handed the phone back to Lucy. She stood up in the bleacher, cupped her hands together, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "kick their asses, Fairy Tail!"

Lucy chuckled. "That's our Erza for you."

I looked at her, her red hair shining in the sunlight, her eyes full of excitement.

I've stepped forward, I thought to myself. There's no more looking back.

There was a minute left in the game. Sabertooth and Fairy Tail were tied, 10 to 10. This final play would be the deciding win.

The ref blew his whistle. The ball flew up in the air.

Erza clutched tightly to my hand. Our eyes were glued to the field, we were holding our breaths. The entire stands were dead quiet, watching and waiting.

A blonde from Sabertooth had the ball. He dodged all of our teammates with efficiency, and raced towards our goal. I bit my lip.

Out of nowhere, Gray raced up, running across the blonde's path and stealing ball. The blonde, so startled by Gray's appearance, yelled in shock and fell flat on his face.

Natsu raced up next to Gray. I saw a subtle nod exchanged between the two of them, and then they took off down the field, splitting apart.

The Sabertooth members tried to cut Gray off, since he had the ball. That's when I realized what the nod meant.

Gray kicked the ball, and Natsu flew out of nowhere, intercepting the ball's flight. He took off down the field. The Sabertooth members all took off after the pinkette.

The exchange happened again. And again. None of the Sabertooth members could touch the ball, for Natsu and Gray were too quick, and too clever. The other members of the Fairy Tail team soon realized what was happening, and they began to block the Sabertooth members even further, giving Gray and Natsu a clear shot.

Gray raced up to the goal, and Natsu passed it to him one final time. There were 15 seconds left on the clock. Erza's hand clutched mine, and she whispered, "Come on, Gray, come on." I silently agreed with her.

Gray set up the shot. With one powerful kick, he sent the ball spinning into the goalie's hands. The goalie, unprepared for such a powerful kick, fell backwards, and the ball hurtled into the goal, swishing up against the net.

The clock buzzed, signaling the game was over. The score was 11 to 10. We won.

Immediately, the bleachers erupted into cheers and screams. Gray and Natsu ran a victory lap around the field, chest bumping their teammates. After a minute or two, the captains were hoisted up on the shoulders of their teammates and paraded around the field.

Erza looked at me, warmth in her eyes. She grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me to her, pressing her lips against mine while the bleachers around us exploded with cheers.

It was pretty much the best victory one could hope for. At least, I thought so.

Life is too short to worry, or be sad. It's too short to ponder your mistakes or wish for things you will never have. Life is too short to be sad. Never count your minutes, hours, days or years. Life is too short to fight, and it's too short for war. Life is a gift, so don't waste it.

A/N: well, what did you think? Somewhat better than the last chapter? Let me know, and thank you for all the wonderful reviews, favorites, and follows!

there's going to be one more chapter after this, and it'll include a lemon- my gift to you all. I hope you enjoy, and I promise to update as soon as I can.

see ya soon!

-Wolf